I do not claim ownership to any of J.K. Rowling's characters, and I am not making any sort of profit from this. It's simply for a larf. Please R&R. Thanx. ~ZiMsta
THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM
When Genevieve reached her room, she found Zina, Angela, and Gressa, each holding different parts of her Hogwarts uniform. "What are you doing?" she asked strait away, causing the three snooping girls to look up at her. "Your idea of a joke, a, Hemlock?" Zina asked, holding up Genevieve's robe so she could see it. All her old Gryffindor crests had been replaced with brand new Slytherin crests. Genevieve looked down at the uniform that she was wearing. They had also transformed into Slytherin attire. Genevieve swallowed back that lump again, grabbing the uniforms away from the girls.
"Don't touch my stuff." She mumbled. She opened her trunk and began throwing all her belongings inside, the others watching her closely. "Going somewhere?" Angela asked. Genevieve really didn't fell like answering. "Are you leaving?" Gressa asked. Genevieve kept silent, throwing her books and supplies into the trunk. "What's going on? What's with the silent treatment?" Angela asked with a snobbish whine. Genevieve slammed the lid of her trunk shut, then grabbed her fathers guitar.
"Last I checked Gryffindors and Slytherins didn't talk to each other unless absolutely necessary." Genevieve had never seen three jaws drop so quickly. "Soit's not a joke? You'reyou're really a Slytherin? Butwhen?" Gressa gaped. "About ten minutes ago. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to my new dorm." Genevieve put a levitating spell on her trunk and pushed her way past her former roommates. She took one final look at the Gryffindor common room, took her final step out of the porthole, and made her way to the dungeons. She was now a Slytherin.
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Snape was waiting for her in the hallway as Dumbledore had instructed, to give her the password and explain her situation to the other Slytherins. Genevieve obviously didn't look very thrilled, because Snape was looking slightly uneasy when she approached him. He cleared his throat when she, and her trunk, stopped next to him.
"The password is Parseltongue'. It changes weekly, and will only be given to you once, so do not forget it." He said in a steady voice. Genevieve nodded, keeping her eyes to the ground. Snape said the password again, this time directing it towards the stone wall beside them, and a large portion moved to one side, revealing the Slytherin common room. It wasn't at all like the Gryffindor common room. It looked very much like a dungeon. There were numerous torches that provided blue flame, giving the room a rather eerie look. Different assortments of Gothic furniture were placed in front of a very large hearth, which held a normal fire. Along with the furniture, were the Slytherin bodies that occupied them. All eyes were on her when she entered, and Draco Malfoy was the first to stand in defense, pulling his wand from his sleeve and pointing it directly at her.
"FURNUNCULUS!" He shouted, but the spell never erupted from his wand. "Fanite Incantatem. Ten points from Slytherin, Malfoy." Snape's voice echoed off of the cold, stone walls. He stepped in after Genevieve, wand in hand. He had obviously expected this reaction from Malfoy. "All of you. Attention. Now." Snape ordered, putting away his wand. Genevieve watched in surprise as each Slytherin stood from their place, quickly forming a line like an army. Not only that, but a thundering sound grew steadily as a swarm of Slytherins descended the dorm room steps, falling in line with the rest.
"Now. As I am sure all of you know, this is Miss Genevieve Hemlock. And for those of you who do not, I urge you to get acquainted. Because she is our new house member." Snape explained in his deadly silk tone. "What?!" Malfoy gasped. Genevieve noticed the looks of horror on the others faces. But none of the eyes were on her now, for every on of them were looking towards Malfoy.
"Malfoy, if you speak out of turn in that manner again, I swear I will personally throw you off of the North tower!" Snape barked through clenched teeth. Malfoy recoiled, barely raising his hand. Snape glared at him. "What is it?" He hissed. Malfoy gave a small gulp, lowering his hand. "I'm sorry, Sir. I just wanted to welcome Genevieve to our house." He squeaked. Genevieve realized then that the Slytherins were just as afraid of Snape as everyone else. He may have shown favouritism inside the classroom, but it was clear that he very much had them whipped. Genevieve didn't find this revelation comforting in the slightest.
"Miss Bloom, would you please help Miss Hemlock to her room? I believe sleeping arrangements have already been established. As you were." Snape's eyes grazed over each of his students, then stopped at Genevieve. "Welcome home, Miss Hemlock." He said quietly, then with a swish of his robes, turned and left the room. The Slytherins had fallen out of line, but were still grouped together. Some of them were whispering to each other, but they were all looking at her.
"What on earth is that?" Malfoy asked, pointing at her guitar case. "My father's guitar." She barely said. Malfoy sneered. "A muggle instrument. I should have known. All Gryffindors are fucking muggle lovers." He commented, folding his arms over his chest. Ezzie stepped forward, taking Genevieve's guitar. "Lay off, Draco. Come on." She looked at Genevieve, her eyes filled with concern. Genevieve nodded and began to follow her up the stairs.
"You may be in the Slytherin house, and you may wear the noble crest, but you, Hemlock, are NO SLYTHERIN!" Malfoy shouted at her back. She just closed her eyes, trying to ignore him. "We were wondering why another bed appeared in our room. But I never dreamed it would be for you. What happened?" Ezzie asked as they walked up the stairs. "I asked Dumbledore if I could be resorted." Genevieve said solemnly as they entered the girls' dorm. It was almost as bad as the common room. There were black curtains hanging around each bed, which were covered with rough looking gray blankets. Ezzie walked over to what Genevieve assumed was her new bed, sitting down on it.
"But why did you ask to be resorted?" She asked. Genevieve took the levitating spell off of her trunk, and it slowly lowered to the ground. "Because I was beginning to have doubts when seemingly every Gryffindor began treating me like a Slytherin. They kept saying that Snape and I were lovers, and I should go join the Slytherin house." Genevieve said as she began to unpack her things. At first, Ezzie's face was expressionless, but she suddenly exploded with laughter, clutching her stomach as she fell to the floor.
"YOUL-LOVERS?!" she gasped through her spasms of laughter. Genevieve threw her quills and parchments into her bedside drawer. "I'm glad you find it amusing." She grumbled. It took a while for Ezzie to calm down enough to speak, pulling herself back onto the bed. "Oh, that has to be the most ridiculous thing I've heard all year." She said, wiping the tears from her eyes and letting out a few more giggles. She suddenly stopped, looking seriously at Genevieve.
"It's not true, right?" She asked. It was Genevieve's turn to laugh. "Are you mad? Of course it's not true you twit! I don't even think that man is capable of love." She said, putting her father's guitar under her bed. "Well, let me just say in advance that I'm sorry for everything you are going to have to go through with this lot. My best advice is to just keep to yourself and try to stay out of everyone's way. Especially Malfoy's." Ezzie gave her a little smile. "Don't worry. I plan to. But thanks for the apology. It's not your fault, though." Genevieve sighed, sinking into the bed.
"Well, I'll leave you alone. Who knows when you are going to get another moments peace." Ezzie got up and left the room. Genevieve observed her surroundings once more. I don't belong here', she thought. How could this have happened? It was as if the whole world was falling apart around her, and all she could do was stand there and watch. She sat by herself, on her new bed, wearing her new crest, in her new house, and cried.
