The Awakening of a Royal


SilverDawn
Chapter 3: The entrance, sorting and a small surprise


The usual disclaimers apply... How I wish that Harry Potter and co. belonged to me... They have a world that I would LOVE to live in...

After talking to Professor Dumbledore about the main problem in the their heads, the meeting continued on the breaks when the United World Institute of Magic students are required to go back to UWIM for classes. The time slots and subject combinations were compromised, and the twins finally excused themselves to brief the UWIM students. Lucifer did not follow them, giving the reason that the International Parliament was having a convention that both Mikael and he must attend to.

            The twins understood his reluctance at going but said nothing for he was already in a rather foul mood at being forced to attend a meeting that would last for at least seven hours, or worse, through the whole night. They shuddered at the thought of having to attend such meeting after the age of eighteen and quickly got those thoughts out of their heads.

            Fawkes led them to the waiting room near the entrance of the dining hall, and was about to fly off when Silverdawn said, "Fawkes, thanks, and remember what I had asked about."

            The phoenix gave a silvery cooing sound, and replied, "I'll think about it if you thought about mine."

            "Deal." Silverdawn smiled and Azrael, who also understood their conversation, chuckled at it. Soon, the phoenix left and they entered the room, bracing themselves for a commotion in the room...

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            As predicted, the entire room was rowdy, with music blaring from some illegal music player whilst everyone was dancing to their hearts' content. Azrael's face turned stormy at the riotous group of people in the center and noticed a few of his friends...

            The students saw the duo, and immediately, someone turned off the music and everyone quietened down before Azrael got mad... Silverdawn motioned for everyone to gather as Azrael tried to calm down and speak, "In a moment, all of you will be sorted into different houses, thus, do not be surprised if there are some exceptional changes." His blue eyes twinkled with an unholy light, as did Silverdawn's but no one saw it. He gestured to Silverdawn, who continued, "Professor Kadamon and Professor Salazar would be with us, but the former has gone off for an International Convention whilst the latter has not arrived yet. They'll both reach here tomorrow evening at the latest. Therefore, I wish for full cooperation," she eyed a girl with soft brown hair and light green eyes and a boy who had a crop of black hair with rich blue highlights and golden eyes, "especially from those in the Court of Twelve…" with this, the entire company erupted into laughter and the atmosphere relaxed.

            "Remember, this is Britain, not United World, I expect all of you to restrain from doing advanced magic or those illegal in this area. Understood?" Silverdawn said in a stern manner, earning nods from the students. Satisfied, she asked them to prepare for the Feast and added, "Headmaster Dumbledore has kindly set up a common room for our exclusive use. All of you will be showed there tonight after the feast and it will also be the portal back to San Marie Village. Also, you are excused from classes today. However, those with Muggle Politics, International Union Studies, Swordsmanship and Divination are to head back to College by 11 Post Meridian tomorrow. Professor Kadamon has seen to it that the Headmaster knows. Now, get ready."

            On Azrael's nod, the duo closed their eyes, and the robes turned into muggle Elizabethan-era clothes. Silverdawn had on a blood red spaghetti strapped gown that was lined with silver tissue cloth and a silver-colored phoenix flew around on the folds of the dress. Azrael had on a velvet green tuxedo with a cloak that reached his legs. It was decked with silver, with medals on the breast pocket and a sword adorned with jewels strapped to his side. The most interesting feature of the whole outfit was that there was a dragon whose scales had different colors when exposed to light flying on the cloak.

Hand in hand, they walked out of the room, leading the other students into the main hall.

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Meanwhile, the Sorting Hat had just finished sorting the first years into their respective houses. It was about to be taken away by Professor McGonagall when Dumbledore stopped her, leaving many students puzzle. He cleared his throat, and spoke in a jovial tone, "Students, the United World Institute of Magic has sent 40 students and 2 professors to our school for a friendly exchange programme. Please give them your warmest welcome when they enter, and they will be sorted before the feast starts."

            With that, the doors opened, and students in navy blue and midnight blue robes entered into the hall. In front of them were Azrael and Silverdawn, who bowed and curtsied when they reached the front. Murmurs rose from the head table, where many professors glanced from Azrael to Silverdawn whereas the ghosts of both genders bowed or curtsied to the duo in utmost respect. To the surprise of all students and professors alike, the Bloody Baron stood up from his seat and bowed respectfully to the couple.

            Knowing of the scene they are causing, Azrael slightly raised his hand and nodded to the ghosts, who, only then, rose from their bows and curtsies. This amused Dumbledore very much, but he did not interfere with the ghosts' way of treating them. Azrael cleared his throat, and spoke, "Headmaster, professors, I'm the student liaison of this exchange, Azrael Kadamon, and this is my assistant, Silverdawn Langford." This brought gasps to practically everyone, and Hermione understood the implication,

"Merlin! He's the prince of the Universal Royal Family!"

            "Huh?" Harry inquired, but wasn't given a reply.

            "The scroll of names is with me, sir. Can we commence?" Azrael asked politely. Dumbledore nodded, and Silverdawn continued, "The names will be announced, followed by their year, and their division in the college: Honors or Masters. The year equivalences are as follows, 8th year - 4th year, 9th year - 5th year, 10th year - 6th year, 11th year - 7th year." Silverdawn handed the authority back over to Azrael, who muttered something in Old Latin, which caused a parchment to materialize in his hand. Silverdawn touched her wand to his throat, and whispered; "Forte cinsovio" and Azrael's voice gradually became louder.

            "AQUAVOCE, TRISTAN; TENTH YEAR; UNITED MASTERS!"

            A student in navy-blue robes lined with silver and black came forth and put on the hat.

            ::Hmm… United Institute eh? I believe that the hat, which my former headmaster had created, is still there?::

            ::Yes, sorting hat of Hogwarts. It is still there, in Headmaster Haldorne's room.::

            ::I trust its judgment… so, what house were you sorted in?::

            ::Gahedriel::

            ::Ahh, then better be GRYFFINDOR!::

            "AVAMENT, MARIE; NINTH YEAR; UNITED HONORS!"

            "RAVENCLAW!"

            "BOSSOVIA, LEONARD; EIGHTH YEAR; UNITED HONORS!"

            "HUFFLEPUFF!"

            "CARLTON, CELESTINE; EIGTH YEAR; UNITED MASTERS!"

            "GRYFFINDOR!"

            "DIAMANDO, FRANCIS; NINTH YEAR; UNITED HONORS!"

            "HUFFLEPUFF!"

            The list went on, until it reached…

            "ROMANOV, NIKOLAI; TENTH YEAR; UNITED MASTERS!"

            "SLYTHERIN!"

            "SNAPE, LAWRENCE; ELEVENTH YEAR; UNITED MASTERS!"

            This brought the attention of all the students and teachers alike, as a boy with a crop of wavy black hair with blue highlights stepped onto the platform and put the hat on. His gold eyes twinkling with mischief as the hat shouted, "GRIFFIN…err… HUFFLE…no… RAV…yikes! SLYTHERIN!"

            This brought a little confusion to all the Hogwarts students but the UWIM students broke into peals of laughter. Lawrence walked to the Slytherin table, but was given glares by both Azrael and Silverdawn before sitting down. He saluted to the both of them, and started talking to Nikolai, who was seated beside him. The names continued rolling…

            "TUDOR, BRENDON; EIGTH YEAR; UNITED MASTERS!"

            "RAVENCLAW!"

            "TAKIZAWA, HIDEAKI; ELEVENTH YEAR; UNITED HONORS!"

            "GRYFFINDOR!"

            "TANG SI MUO; ELEVENTH YEAR; UNITED HONORS!"

            "SLYTHERIN!"

            "WALTERS; LYNETTE; EIGHTH YEAR; UNITED MASTERS!"

            "HUFFLEPUFF!"

            "WINDSOR, FAITH; NINTHTH YEAR; UNITED HONORS!"

            "GRYFFINDOR!"

            "YAMIKAMI, ASHTEROTH; TENTH YEAR; UNITED MASTERS!"

            "SLYTHERIN!"

            Finally, only two were left - Azrael and Silverdawn. They exchanged a mischievous look, before Azrael started,

            "LANGFORD, SILVERDAWN; TENTH YEAR; UNITED MASTERS!"

            Loud applause came from all the United Institute students, especially from the Gryffindor and Slytherin house. Silverdawn put on the hat, and saw a human image sitting on a high-backed chair in a cozy room, by the fire…

            ::Hmm, why do I have a feeling that this is not your surname?::

            ::Because it isn't, Godric's hat::

            ::I see, you are the youngest descendent of the Kadamon family, aren't you?::

            ::Yes, I am.::

            ::Then I am unable to sort you by my own… where do you wish to go, child of Adam and Israfil?::

            ::I am from Gahedriel, but I wish to enter Slytherin.::

            ::Are you sure that this is wise?::

            ::I'm sure, trust me.::

            ::Ah then, I'll give you your preference… so let it be…::

            "SLYTHERIN!"

            Applause rang throughout the Slytherin table, but all the UWIM students went quiet.

            "Huh?" Was what was in everyone's mind. Silverdawn had been in the Gahedriel house, and it was very extreme to be transferred from Gahedriel to Slytherin. Meanwhile, Silverdawn took away the spell from Azrael, and shouted,

            "KADAMON, AZRAEL; TENTH YEAR; UNITED MASTERS!"

            ::You are the twin of Silverdawn, isn't it? Which house were you in???::

            ::Sevosia::

            ::Ah, Slytherin... Now don't tell me that you want to enter Gryffindor.::

            ::In a matter or speaking, yes.::

            "WHAT THE HECK???" the Sorting Hat screamed to the entire hall, leaving everyone speechless. Azrael and Silverdawn grinned, and Silverdawn entered their conversation via mindspeech,

            ::Hey, any problem?:: Silverdawn's voice echoed in the two individual's minds.

            ::What are you two up to?:: The sorting hat asked.

            ::Nothing:: They chorused.

            When the hat went silent for a while, Silverdawn mindspoke,

            ::Aww, c'mon. Wouldn't it be interesting?::

            ::I can never predict what the Kadamons do…:: The Hat grumbled.

            ::Ah, but that's the fun part, Hendric.:: Azrael added.

            ::How did you know my name? Holy cow, I had better get the two of you out of the Sorting before all of my secrets are out!::

            "GRYFFINDOR!"

            Azrael took off his hat and walked to where Silverdawn was waiting. They both mindspoke to the hat at the same time, ::Thanks, Hendric!::

            ::Welcome.::

            The twins faced each other, and Azrael escorted Silverdawn to the Slytherin table before approaching the Gryffindor table, where he was bombarded by questions from his fellow UWIM friends after Dumbledore announced that the feast has started.

            "What the hell did you guys do?" Tristan asked, as Faith and Celestine looked on curiously.

            "Oh, nothing much… just changing our houses…"

            "What!!!" the others screamed, and Azrael laughed at their expressions.

            "Hey, you guys look as if I'm so evil!"

            "Sigh… now I'll need to go to the Slytherin house to find Silver." Amber Elios said melodramatically, as her light green eyes twinkled playfully. Azrael gave a deep laugh, causing females to take the chance to look at him, as he continued, "Wait till you see my brother and Professor Snape's reaction!"

            At this, everyone thought of their professors' reactions, and laughed. Harry, Hermione and Ron had also entered the conversation, and soon, the group was talking about animagi transformations, and the upcoming trip to Hogsmeade in two weeks time.

            Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table, Silverdawn was also bombarded by questions from her friends who were in Slytherin.

            "What in heaven made you do this? A loosened nerve?" Lawrence demanded, looking a lot like his father, Sedaris Snape.

            "My idiocy." Silverdawn replied with a serious face, and the others all erupted into laughter.

            "Honestly, Law, I did it to stay with you! Don't tell me you don't want me…" she blinked her eyes as if to keep the 'tears' that were 'swimming' in her eyes to stop falling. Her look of utter desolation (faked of course) made Lawrence groaned whilst the other UWIM students all clutched their stomachs and were laughing so hard.

            "All right, I give up. What do you want me to do?"

            "Oh, nothing much, just wave a white flag in the air." Silverdawn answered sweetly whilst the latter tousled her hair in an affectionate manner, causing several girls to look on in envy.

            "I always lose when fighting with you, now don't I?" he asked in an acquiescent manner. Silverdawn nodded, her eyes lighting up as she knew that she had won again. With that, Lawrence transfigured a grape into a large white flag as Silverdawn gave a very innocent smile, one that Lawrence, and any other living male, could not resist. He magicked the flag to wave in the air, proclaiming in a resigned manner, "I, Lawrence Snape, solemnly vow to my 'one-and-only-love', Silverdawn Langford, that I surrender!"

            The entire Slytherin table, who had heard this exchange, bowled over in laughter, and the UWIM students doubled up in mirth at the part of 'one-and-only-love', for a year ago, Lawrence had so-called professed his 'one-and-only-love' to Silverdawn (even though it was just for fun), and sealed it with a deep, fiery kiss in the dining hall of UWIM during dinner, in front of everyone. Of course, it had been a prank concocted by the Court of Twelve, and they carried it out as if it was real, earning hoots and whistles, and many "Go Lawrence!!!" They ended giving everyone theatrical bows and exaggerated curtsies before being chased to the bell-tower of the UWIM castle by Professor Kadamon and his father, Monsieur Professor Snape.

            When the laughter finally abated, Lawrence grumbled in ancient Latin, "And to think that I could finally have some peace for at least a term…"

            "You should have known that you can never get any peace whilst being a member of the Court of Twelve, Law." Si Muo chided in German, and Ashteroth added (in Chinese), "I agree, especially with the fact that our dear princess is in the same house as us. You can expect to live in hell." With that, the UWIM students laughed again. The other students in the Slytherin house did not understand what they were saying due to the vast languages they spoke, but one did, and he snickered quietly, thinking that no one would notice. Still, Silverdawn detected it and said (in Spanish), "Ah, I see that there is at least one student here who is multi-lingual." All the UWIM students turned in the direction of the boy, who, for once, wasn't scowling. Instead, his eyes was twinkling with unhidden amusement, but quickly smothered it down when he noticed all the UWIM students looking at him. ::Oh, shit.:: he thought when he saw that Lawrence had realized who he was.

            "Draco!" all the UWIM students (save Silverdawn) gasped and was quickly cut off by the platinum-blond haired boy (who spoke in Greek), "I'll talk about this to you guys later. Still, I'm glad to see all of you, especially you, Law. Then again, I don't think that I've seen Ms. Langford before…"

            "That's because she came the year when you left." Ashteroth pointed out in Japanese. Silverdawn looked at Draco curiously, and was surprised to see a pearly white aura surrounding him. Most of the people in the Slytherin house had a sickly green aura. Thus, it was pretty rare to find a soul with such a pure aura…

            "Hello, I'm Silverdawn Langford." Silverdawn said cordially, and waved her hand.

            "Draco Malfoy, 6th year in Slytherin."

            "Huh? I thought you were supposed to a 7th year Gryffindor now???" Lawrence asked in Czech, baffled.

            "I have my reasons… and Lawrence, you had better dig in if you don't wish to go hungry in the evening. The feast is about to end soon." Draco grinned, and continued eating the baked potatoes on his plate. Lawrence hurriedly ate the food and Silverdawn said, "Draco, would you like to go to the UWIM common room with us later? We are meeting up there, and you could go check out your friends." Surprised by the invitation, Draco shook his head, and answered, "Thanks, but I'll go at a later date. I don't think I can deal with all the questions they have for me, especially from Amber and Tristan…" Silverdawn understood, and did not force him to go.

            Soon, the feast ended, and the UWIM students went the UWIM designated common room for a debriefing before going back to their different house dormitories.

Only a few Gahedriels and Sevosias stayed, as they had decided to discuss about a certain Slytherin student. They had decorated the common room to their tastes, and all of them were sitting on soft, velvet couches by the fire, save Silverdawn, who was by the grand piano, which was situated there for her personal purposes. She started playing several soothing pieces of music whilst the others started talking.

            "You mean Draco is here?" Amber inquired when Lawrence had filled them in.

            "Yeah, but he's in Slytherin…" Nikolai murmured softly, wondering what had happened to the formerly good-humored boy, who had now seemed so distant and full of hate. Those pale eyes were no longer twinkling merrily - it looked glacial, and remote. The only time when it had returned to its former likeness was when he heard their conversation. After that, during the rest of the feast, it looked so cold, it could freeze people to death…

            "I thought that he is supposed to be in Durmstrang. Lucius told us that he was there…" Tristan trailed off, elegant chestnut brows contorting into a frown as if contemplating something, " His father was never supportive of him staying in United. What did he do to our Dragon?"

            "I wish I knew…" Lawrence sighed, "it was a pity that he got transferred… we," he nodded to Amber, "kinda missed his pranks and teaming up to trick the professors, especially Madame Soliel…"

            "I agree. The top boy in the level… always has a way to get away with everything with that innocent sweet smile. You'd think that he's an angel, like someone there…" Ashteroth said, eyeing Silverdawn as the latter finished one last piece and went to the couch occupied by Azrael, who had been silent the whole while, listening intently to their conversation.

            "There must be a reason to be transferred into Slytherin, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, don't force him." Azrael finally spoke up, his blue eyes serious. Everyone nodded, and Silverdawn said in a quiet voice, "His aura is pure white, a very seldom color… Azrael, even some of the gryffindors don't have this color…"

At this, all of them stared at the black-haired girl, whose hair slowly reverted back to pure silver, and her silver eyes turned dark purple, as she said in a tone that was almost surreal, of pure water, "The silver-haired angel, along with the boy-who-lived, will defeat Voldemort, with the assistance of the daughter of the Seer…"

            She closed her eyes and transported all of them into a totally new room, before collapsing into her twin's arms.

            "This is…" Azrael trailed off, recognizing the large family portrait that was above the fireplace, "the rooms that were allocated to us."

            "Huh?" Hideaki questioned, for this lounge that they were in was too grand to be a normal student's room. Azrael motioned for them to wait a while as he placed Silverdawn in a large but comfortable rabbit-fur rug that was in front of the fireplace. She had gave in to the overwhelming need to sleep, and curled up in the rug, rubbing her face in the soft fur, a contented smile on her face.

            "This is the suite that my family uses when we come here for visits. Professor Dumbledore had allowed Silver and I to use it whenever we can. A privilege that we shouldn't have. But… well, since he allowed it, we might as well use this as a gathering place. No mere student can enter this place. The scans and spells that protect this place only allow certain friends of the family to come in. As Silver has teleported you guys in here, all of you are on the 'approved' list. Still, I had better get all of you back to your dorms before curfew time."

            The silver-haired boy then led the six of them to a room full of paintings, and pointed to two portraits - one of a golden haired man with midnight blue eyes, clad in a scarlet and gold robe, and another of a black haired man that had his long hair tied loosely, whose emerald green eyes looked up from the book that he was so engrossed in to give a quick nod to Azrael before going back to the book again.

"Godric's portrait is connected to the common room of Gryffindor, and Salazar's portrait is connected to the common room of Slytherin. You can get back to the rooms easier this way. Also, you can enter into this suite through the portraits. A warning though, don't try to break into the private bedrooms without the approval of the owner. You'll get into nasty hexes, ones that even the devils fear. The dens, lounges, and other rooms can be used freely. Plus, you guys will have private rooms in this area." The six of them looked surprised, and Lawrence asked, "This whole suite is so big???"

            Azrael nodded, explaining, "This suite is actually a part of the castle that is unknown to the general populous. It comprises of at least seven levels, and a basement for potions, plus, several levels of dungeons… for whatever usage, I'm not entirely sure." Tristan's eyes went wide at this explanation, and Hideaki just openly gaped at Azrael. The others had similar reactions too, but understood the reason of the privilege.

            "Professor Kadamon is going to stay here too, wouldn't he?" Ashteroth asked, and received a nod from Azrael.

            "Most likely yes. Professor Snape might be staying here too. It depends though. Still, you guys had better get back. I'll bring Silver to the Slytherin common room very soon. So Judgement, wait up for a while, kay?" Lawrence nodded, and Azrael continued, "Court of Twelve, dismissed."

            Everyone bowed, and walked to the respective portraits. Azrael in turn went back to the lounge to fetch Silverdawn. He transformed her into the form that the Hogwarts students were familiar of, and whispered lovingly, "Yo, sis… I'm getting you back to bed." The black-haired girl nodded sleepily, tried to walk, but ended up being carried by her brother to the portrait, and into the Slytherin room.

            The Slytherin common room was decked in green velvet couches and decorated with silver drapes. It was rather chilly (due to the dungeon where they were situated), and a little gloomy. Only two persons were there, by the fireplace, sipping hot chocolate - Lawrence and Draco. When Azrael stepped into the room, the duo got up and helped him carry Silverdawn to her room that was occupied by the other 6th year students (four of them). After that, Azrael rested in one of the couches, and was handed a cup of hot chocolate by Draco.

            "Thanks." Azrael said, "By the way, I'm Azrael Kadamon." Draco smiled, a smile devoid of malice or sarcasm.

            "Draco Malfoy. You are Professor Lucifer's brother?" Draco asked the silver-haired boy curiously. Azrael smiled wryly, "it's pretty obvious now, isn't it?" With that, Draco laughed, and continued, "Well, seeing that you have the same type of demeanor, I'd say that it's FAR too obvious. He's a nice teacher, though…"

            "I know of a lot of people who would disagree, Dragon. Some call him the Devil Incarnate." Lawrence said in an amused tone.

            "True… Self-defense and Dueling classes ARE rather strict. But it's fun." Draco replied, and Azrael agreed very much.

            "A small tit bit for you, my brother and Professor Salazar Snape are the professors that are invited here for teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts and Dueling." Azrael continued, and Draco sputtered out the hot chocolate that he had been sipping.

            "Professor Kadamon and Professor Snape are here?" his pale eyes lighted up, and the two UWIM students wondered what was going on. It was only later when he explained, "Wait till the students hear it. Another Professor Snape in Hogwarts!"

As the duo knew, Professor Severus Snape wasn't exactly friendly to many people, so the students might think that the other Professor Snape would be the same. Man, were they in for a big surprise! With that, all three of them laughed until tears came from their eyes. Draco became composed first, and wondered aloud, "Still, I did not see Professor Snape today. Where did he go?"

"Oh, he had some work to do…" Azrael trailed off, leaving the other two to have even more questions in their minds. Azrael did not mind telling Draco about things that were supposedly secret, for he had trusted Draco the moment he saw the latter… after all, the pure aura around him couldn't lie. Odd as it seems, the kindness that was hidden deep within him had never wavered… any angel could see that. Thus, Azrael had talked to him with an ease that he never could have when talking to virtual strangers.

            "So, Magician, can you do me a favor?" Azrael asked quietly, looking at Draco intently.

            "How did you know that I was from the Court of Twelve?" Draco was mildly surprised that he had used his alias, and Azrael answered, "You never were withdrawn from the Court of Twelve. Your place was never taken by a new person… the Court only has eleven people now." With that, Draco looked surprised, his stormy gray eyes reflecting his doubt.

            "What do you want me to do?"

            "Help me look after Silver while she's here."

            Draco looked surprised, and arched an eyebrow at him, inquiring, "Why me?"

Azrael replied without hesitation, "Because she trusts you, because everyone in the Court trust you, and because I trust you." This left Draco flattered, and very surprised. Instinctively, he nodded, and agreed, "I'll try, but I cannot make any promises." Lawrence agreed, but kept his mouth shut.

            Knowing that Draco would at least try, Azrael seemed satisfied, and left for the Gryffindor common room, before the others start to worry.

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Well, well, well... although the main character for this story is Hermione, but it might also turn out to be a Draco/OC story. A little sappy, hope you guys like it.

Another thing, please review, I wish to know what I can do to continue the plot. Thankie! And today is Easter Sunday in my country, so to everyone out there,

HAPPY EASTER!!! HOPE YOU'LL SPREAD THE LOVE THAT OUR LORD HAS GIVEN US, AND MAY HE BE WITH YOU FOREVER!!!