Valerie stared out the window, looking out over the forbidding mountain
pass; it was covered with snow, results of the frequent snowstorms that had
hit Serpentinan Pass one after another. It was Christmas break for the students of Hogwarts, the students that she would be joining in three days.
Nagini hissed, "Stop moping," she curled her length around Valerie's
ankles, "It won't kill you to attend school." To any normal wizard of witch Nagini's hissing sounded like just that, hissing. But to her father and her were both Parselmouths, meaning they could understand and talk to
snakes.
"I don't want to go to school though," She protested angrily, "I'm not
going to know anyone there and I'm not going to make any friends."
"I'll be there," Nagini replied, "And besides, what about the Death Eater's children, Draco Malfroy goes there, and so does Pansy Parkinson. You can't
say you'll be alone."
Valerie chose not to respond to that, sometimes her slippery friend made to much sense. She resumed staring, looking carefully over the landscape. No travelers traveled here, it was too remote and wild, what with the dragons
everywhere. The dragons, trained watchdogs of her father's. Lord Voldemort's daughter smiled a venomous smile, looking almost exactly like her father, a vicious Dark witch. The dragons had severely punished the
last traveler that had ventured into Serpentinan Pass.
"Lady," a soft knock came at the door, "Lady? May I enter?"
"Come in Draco," Valerie responded, not turning from the window, fingering her wand absent-mindedly. She heard him enter and close the door behind him; still, he wasn't fast enough to stop her familiar, a dragon the size
of a large housecat.
Maren skittered around Draco's feet, his black scales flashing in the firelight as he leapt into the air, gliding to her shoulder, and gripping it with his claws. Nagini made a quiet noise of amusement as the little dragon nearly tumbled over Valerie's shoulder and screeched his impatience.
Nagini had practically raised the little dragon alongside Valerie,
watching over both of them while her master was gone.
"What is it Draco?" She turned, her long black hair brushing across her face and hiding her blue eyes. She flicked it out of the way with a pale,
long fingered hand.
"The Master would like to see you in his private chambers, Lady," Draco
glanced at her, and Valerie could tell that he dearly wanted to ask her why, but didn't quite dare. Death Eaters weren't allowed to go in there
unless the Master called them, and he never called them into there.
"Draco," Valerie said, "Has anyone told you that I'm going to Hogwarts at the end of break?" Draco's openmouthed stare was enough to tell her the
answer, "I don't know why, but I suspect that many people at the school will find it strange that you refer to me as Valerie. I expect you and the
other students to call me Valerie at the school, tell the others." And
with that she swept out of the room in a swirl of black robes.
***
"What do you have first, Valerie?" Draco looked over her shoulder at her schedule, squinting at it, "Defense Against the Dark Arts?" He snorted,
and Maren bit him on the ear, "Ow! I mean it's not that you need it -"
"C'mon! We're going to be late!" Valerie leapt to her feet, ignoring the nervous looks that some of the students gave her, being the daughter of the
most feared Dark wizard made her a rather imposing figure.
Valerie sat very still, fighting her anger, this class was being taught by a bloody Auror, one of the Dark wizard hunter, and Mad-eye Moody no less. Thump, thump, thump, he limped over to where she sat, glancing down at her,
"Valerie Riddle." It was a statement not a question.
"Mad-eye Moody." She replied, "I suppose that I'm going to be forced to call you Professor Moody here. One thing you should all know about me,"
she said to her classmates, Slytherin and Gryffindor both, and Harry Potter. "I hate Aurors, especially those that I know. Keep that in mind if any of you are considering that as a career. And I have a particular
reason for hating Moody."
"Still mad about fifteen years ago?" Mad eye asked sweetly.
"You and the Potter Aurors killed my mother, and left me for dead," she looked directly at Harry Potter, "Give me one good reason that I shouldn't
hate you."
"Now, you have no reason to hate Potter, he didn't do anything."
"I didn't do anything, and you still hate me."
"You're a Dark witch, and the daughter of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"He's a good wizard, and the son of the Potter Aurors." Valerie ignored Moody's snort of impatience and picked up her book, The Three Unforgivable
Curses, and began to read, "I really don't think this class is very important for me, so I'm going to read through it. I don't even think that
I should have to sit here."
"Suit yourself, I hope you pass the tests and do the homework correctly,"
he turned toward the other students, "Now, as for the rest of you -"
"Valerie," somebody called her name as she was leaving Defense Against the Dark Arts, "Valerie! Your name is Valerie isn't it?" Harry Potter fell into step beside her, taking her silence to mean yes, he continued, "What
did you mean in class back there?"
"What?" She asked stopping, "You mean you don't know what your parents
did?"
"I didn't even know they were Aurors," he replied, looking at her with his green eyes, "I don't know a lot of stuff about my parents. People don't
talk about them much, at least not around me."
"Then walk with me to Potions, I'll explain on the way," she started walking again, and he continued beside her two of his friends, a red-haired
freckled boy and the bushy-haired smarty from Defense Against the Dark
Arts.
"What're you doing Harry?" Asked the boy, looking at Valerie suspiciously.
"I'm finding out about my parents, Ron," replied Potter, "I think I need to
know about the Auror side of my parents."
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How do you like my first ever fic? Or at least the first chapter,
whatever. Please review! I'm new to this so feel free to criticize my work. I'll try not to get grounded before I finish the next chapter.Thanx!
You can also email me, my address is
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hit Serpentinan Pass one after another. It was Christmas break for the students of Hogwarts, the students that she would be joining in three days.
Nagini hissed, "Stop moping," she curled her length around Valerie's
ankles, "It won't kill you to attend school." To any normal wizard of witch Nagini's hissing sounded like just that, hissing. But to her father and her were both Parselmouths, meaning they could understand and talk to
snakes.
"I don't want to go to school though," She protested angrily, "I'm not
going to know anyone there and I'm not going to make any friends."
"I'll be there," Nagini replied, "And besides, what about the Death Eater's children, Draco Malfroy goes there, and so does Pansy Parkinson. You can't
say you'll be alone."
Valerie chose not to respond to that, sometimes her slippery friend made to much sense. She resumed staring, looking carefully over the landscape. No travelers traveled here, it was too remote and wild, what with the dragons
everywhere. The dragons, trained watchdogs of her father's. Lord Voldemort's daughter smiled a venomous smile, looking almost exactly like her father, a vicious Dark witch. The dragons had severely punished the
last traveler that had ventured into Serpentinan Pass.
"Lady," a soft knock came at the door, "Lady? May I enter?"
"Come in Draco," Valerie responded, not turning from the window, fingering her wand absent-mindedly. She heard him enter and close the door behind him; still, he wasn't fast enough to stop her familiar, a dragon the size
of a large housecat.
Maren skittered around Draco's feet, his black scales flashing in the firelight as he leapt into the air, gliding to her shoulder, and gripping it with his claws. Nagini made a quiet noise of amusement as the little dragon nearly tumbled over Valerie's shoulder and screeched his impatience.
Nagini had practically raised the little dragon alongside Valerie,
watching over both of them while her master was gone.
"What is it Draco?" She turned, her long black hair brushing across her face and hiding her blue eyes. She flicked it out of the way with a pale,
long fingered hand.
"The Master would like to see you in his private chambers, Lady," Draco
glanced at her, and Valerie could tell that he dearly wanted to ask her why, but didn't quite dare. Death Eaters weren't allowed to go in there
unless the Master called them, and he never called them into there.
"Draco," Valerie said, "Has anyone told you that I'm going to Hogwarts at the end of break?" Draco's openmouthed stare was enough to tell her the
answer, "I don't know why, but I suspect that many people at the school will find it strange that you refer to me as Valerie. I expect you and the
other students to call me Valerie at the school, tell the others." And
with that she swept out of the room in a swirl of black robes.
***
"What do you have first, Valerie?" Draco looked over her shoulder at her schedule, squinting at it, "Defense Against the Dark Arts?" He snorted,
and Maren bit him on the ear, "Ow! I mean it's not that you need it -"
"C'mon! We're going to be late!" Valerie leapt to her feet, ignoring the nervous looks that some of the students gave her, being the daughter of the
most feared Dark wizard made her a rather imposing figure.
Valerie sat very still, fighting her anger, this class was being taught by a bloody Auror, one of the Dark wizard hunter, and Mad-eye Moody no less. Thump, thump, thump, he limped over to where she sat, glancing down at her,
"Valerie Riddle." It was a statement not a question.
"Mad-eye Moody." She replied, "I suppose that I'm going to be forced to call you Professor Moody here. One thing you should all know about me,"
she said to her classmates, Slytherin and Gryffindor both, and Harry Potter. "I hate Aurors, especially those that I know. Keep that in mind if any of you are considering that as a career. And I have a particular
reason for hating Moody."
"Still mad about fifteen years ago?" Mad eye asked sweetly.
"You and the Potter Aurors killed my mother, and left me for dead," she looked directly at Harry Potter, "Give me one good reason that I shouldn't
hate you."
"Now, you have no reason to hate Potter, he didn't do anything."
"I didn't do anything, and you still hate me."
"You're a Dark witch, and the daughter of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"He's a good wizard, and the son of the Potter Aurors." Valerie ignored Moody's snort of impatience and picked up her book, The Three Unforgivable
Curses, and began to read, "I really don't think this class is very important for me, so I'm going to read through it. I don't even think that
I should have to sit here."
"Suit yourself, I hope you pass the tests and do the homework correctly,"
he turned toward the other students, "Now, as for the rest of you -"
"Valerie," somebody called her name as she was leaving Defense Against the Dark Arts, "Valerie! Your name is Valerie isn't it?" Harry Potter fell into step beside her, taking her silence to mean yes, he continued, "What
did you mean in class back there?"
"What?" She asked stopping, "You mean you don't know what your parents
did?"
"I didn't even know they were Aurors," he replied, looking at her with his green eyes, "I don't know a lot of stuff about my parents. People don't
talk about them much, at least not around me."
"Then walk with me to Potions, I'll explain on the way," she started walking again, and he continued beside her two of his friends, a red-haired
freckled boy and the bushy-haired smarty from Defense Against the Dark
Arts.
"What're you doing Harry?" Asked the boy, looking at Valerie suspiciously.
"I'm finding out about my parents, Ron," replied Potter, "I think I need to
know about the Auror side of my parents."
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How do you like my first ever fic? Or at least the first chapter,
whatever. Please review! I'm new to this so feel free to criticize my work. I'll try not to get grounded before I finish the next chapter.Thanx!
You can also email me, my address is
fluffy-chan@boxfrog.com
Becky or Fluffy-chan, forgot I was using a nickname there..