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~*% Kasagi Onaso %*~

Seven Years a Broken Mirror

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The Ravenclaw common room was very cozy, with fat couches scattered around the wide room upon a green carpet fringed with gold. A small fire burned in the charred fireplace and sitting upon the mantle was a large stuffed raven, its eyes dull black beads, and behind it hung the Ravenclaw flag.

"Welcome," said a Ravenclaw prefect. "To the Ravenclaw common room. This is where you will be spending your evenings and in-between classes. Girls, your room is to your left. Boys, your room would be to your right. Make sure you don't get mixed up, eh?" She winked heartily.

"Chipper ole gel, isn't she?" muttered Alyssa and I smiled.

"Your classes begin tomorrow morning at precisely nine," said the prefect, checking the parchment she held in her hand. "Now get up to your rooms and unpack!" There was a great cry as kids ran up the stairs into each room.

"I call window bed!" I yelled and flung myself upon its comforter. Alyssa quickly grabbed a bed beside me. I was only mildly surprised to see my trunk and bags resting at the foot of my bed.

The moon shone dully through the stone-framed window beside me. I took out my ink, my eagle quill and a piece of parchment. I ran the tip of the quill under my nose as I thought to myself, dipped the end in the black ink and begin to write.

Mum and Dad,

The ride here wasn't as dull as I thought it would be. I met a really nice girl on the train and we talked the whole time.

I nibbled the end of the quill. So it wasn't entirely true but I didn't want them to worry.

I've bet you heard I'm in the Ravenclaw house. I hope you're not too terribly disappointed. Will you please still send me Christmas presents? One needs a bit of cheer in the castle, I'm sure you can remember. I have to get to bed soon but before I go, can you tell me if Mr. Malfoy had a son? Maybe, perhaps, named after him, which is rather vain but beside the point. Send your answer back with Mouse.

Much love,

Aubrie

I hastily tied it to my owl's leg with a bout of twine and sent her off through the stained-glass window next to my bed. I watched her until she was merely a gray blur and sighed, sinking into the window seat.

"Aubrie!" I looked up and bit my lip to muffle a groan. Laine waddled towards me, a large smile on her face. "You got into Ravenclaw!"

"Yep," I said, my voice coming out strained. I cleared my throat. "I did." There she was, stating the obvious again.

"Who's she?" hissed Alyssa as Laine walked over to my bed.

"Girl I met on the bus," I answer and shrug helplessly. "She thinks we're—?" My bed squeaked loudly as Laine sat on the end. I winced and gave her a smile that was more of a grimace.

"Nice bed," observed Laine, looking around. "They didn't have these when I came here last year or I would've gotten one of these window beds."

"All right, then," I said, faking a large yawn. "Gee, I'm rather tired about now. Maybe we can chat a bit tomorrow, Laine." She smiled.

"Sure! I know how you feel."

"Right. Good night, Laine."

"'Bye!" She wiggled her pudgy fingers and waddled away towards her bed. I rolled my eyes as the prefect from earlier burst in the room, causing a couple girls to scream.

"Sorry bout that," she said, wincing. "Put out your candles, everyone. Tomorrow we start classes bright and early!" There were a couple groans and I leaned over and puffed my candle out.

"'Night then, Aubrie."

"'Night Alyssa." I turned around, pulled my quilt up to my chin, and went to sleep.

When I woke the next morning, I got that awfully weird feeling that people get when they wake up in a place they don't know.

I sat up terribly quickly, thrashing around wildly, until I realized where I was. Luckily, no one else was awake yet though I was still embarrassed. I looked over at my alarm clock. It was almost time to get ready!

I leapt out of bed and pulled on my black Hogwarts robes. I would have to sew on the Ravenclaw house coat of arms patch on later. Why hadn't I sewed it on last night? A wave of coldness settled over me as I realized that I might get house points taken away for not having my emblem on. Quickly, I pulled out my needle and black thread and began to sew it on. It was lucky I had woken up twenty minutes earlier.

"What are ye doing?" asked Alyssa tiredly as she woke up.

"Sewing my emblem on?"

"Oh. I did mine last night while everyone was asleep," said Alyssa, blinking at the alarm clock. "I sat in your window seat. I have no idea how it's gonna look but at least it's on, aye?"

"Right," I agreed as I pulled the last stitch. "There! It looks fine, though hurriedly done." Alyssa chuckled and yawned.

"I'm going back to sleep."

"The alarm's going to ring in five minutes, numbskull." She chuckled and pulled her blankets up.

"It's too cold." I pulled my robe on and admired my quick work sewing. I slowly pulled on the uniform and my shoes. I reread my schedule and mentally went over the map so I wouldn't get lost. The alarm rang and I was the first one in the bathroom, lining my eyes with chocolate eyeliner and swishing silver eye shadow on.

"All right, I'm up," said Alyssa as I was exiting the bathroom. She was pulling a brush through her hair with her left hand and pulling her skirt on with the other. "You're done," she said, sounding amazed.

"I woke up too early," I said back, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy. She chuckled as she headed towards the crowded bathroom.

"Wait for me!" she called.

"All right," I replied and sat on my bed. At least my hair wasn't bushy but wavy this morning. At least I managed to clean my glasses so I could see everything.

"Ready," said Alyssa excitedly. "Let's go get some breakfast, aye!" She grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. "Come on!"

"Coming," I muttered and let her drag me down the stairs.

"First we have…er…Potions with Gryffindor…then we have Transfiguration with Slytherin…" I was so happy to find that Alyssa had all the same classes with me except Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Bugger it," she muttered and I smiled widely, although it reminded me terribly of Mum.

We entered the Great Hall soon after and the first thing that hit us was the noise. People were having to talk over one another to hear each other and the roar was deafening.

"Wait until Owl Post comes," yelled Alyssa.

"Hmm," I murmured. "Great!"

We sat in the middle of the Ravenclaw table, in the middle of all the talking, and waited patiently until Dumbledore spoke. He did soon and with a wave of his hand, breakfast was laid out before us.

"Mm," I said happily, munching on a strip of bacon. "Bacon."

"Ew," squealed Alyssa and grabbed an orange and a piece of French toast. "How can you eat that?"

"Why? It's fabulous."

"It's meat."

"You're a vegetarian, aren't you." She nodded and jabbed the French toast with her fork. "That's gotta be hard luck," I commented and grabbed an apple.

"Not terribly," she said with a shrug. "Oh-h, look! Owl Post!" Owls of all shapes and sizes sped into the Great Hall, carrying notes and letters and parcels. Mouse fluttered above me before landing on my shoulder.

"They got it so soon?" I asked, completely baffled. I knew we lived pretty close to the school but still. "Mouse, you're fast!" She nibbled at my apple as I opened the note.

"Dear Brie,

Congratulations on making the Ravenclaw house! Of course we're not disappointed in you. There's no way to decide what house you're in! And of course we'll send you Christmas presents! Does that mean you're staying there for holiday, then?

What's this about Malfoy having a son? I'm not sure, but I'll have to ask your Father.

Much luck and love,

Mum"

I set the letter down with a sinking feeling. I could tell she was disappointed but she just didn't want to say so. I sighed and bid Mouse to the Owl Room. She cooed softly before taking flight.

"What's wrong?" I handed Alyssa the note and she rolled her eyes.

"That's dreadfully horrid," she said sarcastically as breakfast ended and we headed down to potions. I shot her a look and pocketed the letter.

"They're just pretending not to be disappointed," I said glumly. "They really are. I know my parents. They would never bloody say something like that to my face." We pushed open the great wooden door and shivered as we were hit with a blast of cold air.

"Take a seat," said a cold voice. I could see the outline of a man in the shadows and the Slytherin emblem on his robes from the light coming from the window above him.

"Sit beside me," hissed Alyssa and sat me beside her. I turned to see a red-headed boy beside me and smiled slightly. He did as well. The Professor stepped from the shadow and smiled.

"I," he said dramatically. "Am your Potions master, Professor Snape. In this class, we will learn how to make lies the truth and even put a stopper in death." I leaned forward. I had always been terribly interested in potions. "Miss Potter," he snapped. "Sit back in your seat, please!" I flushed and sat back.

"Don't worry," whispered the boy beside me. "My Dad says he's always like this."

"Mr. Weasly! NO talking in CLASS! Five points from Gryffindor!" I mouthed 'sorry' at him and nearly squealed with excitement. Could he be Mr. Weasly's, the red-headed bloke who was always coming over to our house for a cup of tea, son? 'Course he was!

"Harsh," hissed Alyssa when Professor Snape's back was turned. I only nodded.

"Miss Potter!" he suddenly snapped, turned my way. "Are you, by any chance, Harry Potter's daughter?" He spat his name like it was filth. I nodded slowly. "I see. Three points from Ravenclaw for earlier, Miss Potter. Chairs are for sitting in." I sat with my mouth open until the class was over. "Write a one-foot essay on taro root and its properties by the end of the week!" he barked after us.

"I can't believe I lost points my first day," I groaned.

"Miss Potter!" I turned to see the red-headed boy run up to me. "Um, hi," he said sheepishly. "Sorry I don't know your first name."

"Aubrie," I said cautiously.

"I'm Oliver," he said. "My Dad knows yours, I reckon." I smiled widely and nodded.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well I've got double potions," he said, looking back at the dungeon. "Better hurry back. 'Bye!" He waved and left quickly.

"Who's he?" asked Alyssa, a smile toying with her mouth.

"My Dad's best friend's son." She looked confused for a moment before laughing.

"I see." We entered the Transfiguration room right before we would've been tardy and took a seat near the back. A cat sat on top of a podium up at the front and as we took our seats, it suddenly leapt off and changed into the tall elderly witch who had introduced herself as Professor McGonagall.

"Welcome class," she said. "To Transfiguration. Today, we'll talk about the history of an animigus. Does anyone know what that is?" I learned a lot about animigus and suddenly, I got an idea.

"Alyssa!" I hissed, nudging her. "I just got a flash of wotsit!"

Heh-heh-heh! What's Aubrie's miraculous flash of wotsit? Sorry if some of the words are kind of hard to understand ^^; Please, please review! This is my first fic and it might not be getting anywhere w/o sum ov your reviews! Thanks much!

~*= Kasagi O. =*~

~ Kasagi O.