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Chapter 2
The Great Hall was silent. Everyone's eyes were on the girl standing in the doorway. The first thing anyone would notice about her was her eyes. They were large and an unnaturally dark colored amethyst. Like wind tunnels inside, they sometimes sparkled with a bright emerald. Her hair kind of hid them though. It was black and slid all the way down to her waist. Her face was pale, not a sickly pale, but it gave the look that she couldn't get a tan even if she tried, which of course she did not.
Her robes were not closed which allowed you a view of what she was wearing. A white school blouse that was partially tucked into a low cut, short navy skirt. Her legs were shapely and toned. She had the aura of power and danger. She did not look nervous. Quite the contrary. She looked like she didn't care where she was, as long as you got this over with. Boys eyed her with wanting and girls with envy.
"This way, please, Miss Black," said McGonogall loud enough for everyone to hear, which wasn't all that loud since you could hear a pin drop in that hall. AJ followed her with a cool dragging sort of walk which allowed her hips to sway and more boys to gawk. "You will now be sorted into your house. Please sit down right here and I will place this on your head," said McGonogall pointing to the wooden stool placed in front of everyone as she held the sorting hat with care.
AJ sat down lightly, crossed her lean legs, put her hands in her lap, and looked down. God, I hope it doesn't do a song she thought. Her tutors had gone to Hogwarts and told her about the Sorting Hat's song yearly song. As soon as the hat was placed on her head it began yelling.
"Ahhhh….another Black. Hmm, well, the others were in Slytherine, except for that one boy; quite the black sheep wouldn't you say," at this the hat gave a chuckle, "no pun intended there…..You're a bit different too though aren't you? Oh but that pride, that ambition. POWER! Hmm….I'll have to say…….Sllll"
The sorting hat never had the time to finish. Just as it was about to say her house, she unmindfully waved a hand somewhere over her face. All of a sudden everything went still. It was as if time stopped all together. Everything went still except for………
Draco looked around him astonished. He had heard of the ability that some had to momentarily stop time, but he had never believed it. It was one of oldest types of magic which was gifted to only those pureblooded wizards every 9 generations.
Harry did the same. He was actually a bit frightened. No, really frightened. What had just happened?
AJ took a deep breath and put her head in her hands. She could feel Dumbledore looking at her patiently from where he now stood in front of her. "It was going to put me in Slytherine, "AJ said looking up.
"Ahhh. Well, the sorting hat never makes a mistake, my child. If it says for you to be put in Slytherine, than that is where you belong," stated Dumbledore, "Is there something you wish to share with me concerning why you do not want to be placed in Slytherine house?.
"I don't want to be in that house," started AJ, "My parents were in that house and look where they are now. Its trouble. Nothing but trouble. I do prefer it, I just don't like the thought that I am still following in the Black footsteps. "She heaved another sigh.
Dumbledore gave a small chuckle. "You will be fine. Fate has its reasons. Besides, I am sure you will make wonderful friends in Slytherine house." At that he turned around and scanned the hall for any "survivors". "Ahh. Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy. Do come up here and say hello to our new student. Both boys stood and walked over to where AJ and Dumbledore stood. AJ rose slowly from her seat and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, meet Miss Arabella Judith Black. Miss Black, this is Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy."
"Black as in, Sirius Black?" asked Harry, a bit shyly.
"No, you must have me confused with my uncle. My….name….. is…. AJ," she said slowly with a hint of innocent sarcasm. Draco couldn't help but hide an amused gleam in his eye as a smile tugged at his lips.
At this Harry blushed. "I….I'm sorry," he stuttered, "I meant….well, I was just wondering if you were related to him."
"I'm sure you were," she said keeping a strait face turning her attention over to Draco.
"Pleasure to meet you," Draco said offering his hand. She took it and he lifted it and brushed his lips against her knuckles. At this AJ slowly raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"Miss Black, if you would now be so kind as to return to your seat and undo this curse. I am sure you are anxious to settle in. You will begin your lessons tomorrow, but I am sure that Professor Snape will tell you about that later," cut in Dumbledore giving them all a smile.
"Alright then," AJ responded and with that turned around and headed back to her seat.
What an ass thought Draco as he stole a look at AJ's retreating figure. He than turned around and walked calmly down to his seat.
As Draco began to sit down, he looked up and made eye contact with Harry. He smirked at the humiliation and anger that welled up in his eyes and looked over at Dumbledore who had also sat down. AJ then swooped her arm in the other direction than before.
"ytherine !" roared the hat. McGonogall rushed over to AJ with a disappointed _expression on her face to retrieve the hat while Slytherine table roared in cheers as only a few Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors gave a quiet polite applause.
AJ walked over to the Slytherine table but there were no more seats left. David stood up from his seat besides Draco and motioned to it with his hands. AJ smirked and strode over to where he stood.
"Hi, I'm David Solhert. Welcome to Slytherine. And you are?"
"AJ Black. Thank you." said AJ while sitting down.
"Well, I'm off. Have a little last minute homework to attend to before tomorrow," David said giving a wink to Adam and walking out of the hall.
"So, Black, as in Sirius Black?" asked Millicent a little too brightly.
AJ and Draco made eye contact and both gave an identical smirk.
"Wow, from what I heard Slytherines aren't supposed to be anything like Potter."
Millicent just stared at her for a few seconds with a confused _expression and then smiled. "Oh, no one here likes Potter. We all hate him, and his friends."
AJ looked at her with a blank _expression. "I never said anything about hating him, or his friends. I highly doubt that you're not following some kind of fad that says you should have something against him. Am I right?"
Millicent's jaw dropped as the rest of the Slytherine table looked towards that part of the section in silence. "I….We…" she stammered, "It…but he…"
AJ cut her off with an annoyed tone. "Let me make things simpler for you. Has Potter ever personally done anything to you to win over your hate?" She looked at the gaping girl in front of her waiting for an answer. God, how anyone can be so thick, she thought.
Pansy looked at AJ in shock. No one. NO ONE contradicted the Slytherine code which bluntly stated that though shall hate Harry Potter AND his friends at all times.
AJ suddenly burst out laughing. "Pansy, is it? You can take your Slytherine code and shove it. Just because I was dealt to this house, it doesn't mean I'm going to let it shape my thinking like some mindless bogart."
"I…I…How did you do that?" Pansy stuttered in a very unattractive manner.
"Let's just say I have some tricks up my sleeve that they don't teach here at Hogwarts." AJ replied in a cool manner.
Draco let out chuckle and Pansy looked at him with pure anger in her eyes. He then raised his eyebrows in question, which only made her even madder.
"Will someone please tell me where the, ehem, Slytherine common room is."
Top of the third staircase to you're left, stupid. You don't even know the password, green sleeves. I'd like to see the painting of Vladimir the Vengeful deny you access any day.
"Never mind. No need. Thanks Pansy."
AJ stood up gracefully and headed towards the door.
"Wow," said Adam with an excited look on his face, "she's awesome. Talk about hot!" There was a murmur of agreement throughout the male population of the table.
Draco listened half-heartedly. There's no doubt about it. She is very beautiful. Those eyes. There's something about those eyes. Familiar. Draco searched his memory fruitlessly for a few seconds until he remembered.
~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
"Let me see the girl Lucius." drawled a weak raspy voice form inside a dark room in the Malfoy manner.
A younger Draco, perhaps eight, was watching his father converse with what was supposed to be the most evil man on the planet. The figure was sitting on a chair facing the fireplace, his back to the door and Draco. The though that this bundled up heap of nothing was the Great Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, some would call him, was sitting there like a harmless baby could almost seem funny, yet it was quite a different story when you were sitting in the same vicinity as the creature. You could almost feel the cold, hard, evil run through you're very blood. Voldemort would make you want to cuddle up with a dementor on a chilling winter night.
"One moment my Lord." Lucius walked over to his son. "She is in the farthest room in the east tower. Go fetch her and be quick about it."
Draco then ran to the east tower. When he reached the room he threw the door open. Looking around he saw a small figure standing near the window. Slowly she turned, gazing at him with the saddest, most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He could tell that like himself, she was far beyond her years. It was all there, in the eyes.
"My Father sent me to fetch you. The Dark Lord seeks you're presence." Draco said in an even voice.
Slowly she walked towards him, her eyes boring into his. "What it you're name?" she asked in a small, weak voice.
"Draco. Draco Aquilis Malfoy."
"Very well then Draco, let's go. Please lead the way."
He swallowed and led her out of the room. "Where are you're parents?" he asked in a hushed voice.
"They were ordered by Voldemort to leave me here under the care of your father for a small while and go attend to some business else where." She replied. For a girl so small it was shocking how she could speak with absolutely no emotion. She was so calm and preserved. Growing up, Draco had been taught to hide his emotions and always keep a cool exterior, and anterior at that. Maybe it's just something all Death Eaters teach their children, he thought.
They soon reached the dark room where Voldemort was waiting. Draco and the girl stepped inside to hear Voldemort's cold raspy voice. "Bring the girl to me, boy."
Draco took the tiny girl by the arm softly and led her in front of Voldemort. They both took this time to bow their eyes and heads. "Look at me the two of you," he snapped. The two children slowly looked up to see a small shady figure rapped in black cloaks floating on the chair.
He seemed to be inspection them with his cold, snakelike eyes. "Dicere nomen, puella." (What is you're name, girl.) Voldemort said.
"Mei nomen Arabella Judith Black, erus." (Mt name is Arabella Judith Black, lord.) She answered back in Latin.
"Eu, te iam loquor canities lingua." (Good, you already speak Old Language.) "Quid erga te, puer?" (What about you, boy?) he asked.
"Nimirum, rector" (Of course, master) answered Draco.
"You two are growing up fine. You will be a great deal of help to me in the future.
Ut cuius praesentia inflecto infra viscus,
Itaque occurro Draco post ai scindo
Omnino genero quomodo vicissitudo terra.
(When the Queen of Power bows down to her heart
And meets the Dragon after they part
They together will create what will change the earth.)
You are excused."
~~~~~~~~~~End of Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
Draco sat stock still in his seat, slightly paler than his already pale skin.
Pansy looked at him in concern. "Are you, alright Draco?"
"It's her. It's her!" Draco whispered to himself. Pansy shot him a worried look.
Draco got up quickly and rushed out of the Great Hall in a pool of thoughts.
toolate--you are my first reviewer, therefore you rock!! i will definatly keep going. like i say later....its gonna be long. xoxox
Stranger6--Thanks a bunch for reviewing. I am really glad you like it. Cliffhangers are the best. What else would keep people reading my rubbish-i mean-story?
Dark Angel66--I really like the plot, too. Because it feels like i am not writing it, but actually reading it. I have a LOOOOT of fun stuff comming up ahead, so be sure to stay tuned.
tinkerbelle4288--i'm glad you likes. its gonna be a long ride, so buckle your seat belt.by the way, i am new to this whole thing, so how do i take off the signed reviews button?
And there they are--my first 4 reviwers. I give you my love and a shrine in my closet. Keep reading reviewing, but most of all enjoying!!
Chapter 2
The Great Hall was silent. Everyone's eyes were on the girl standing in the doorway. The first thing anyone would notice about her was her eyes. They were large and an unnaturally dark colored amethyst. Like wind tunnels inside, they sometimes sparkled with a bright emerald. Her hair kind of hid them though. It was black and slid all the way down to her waist. Her face was pale, not a sickly pale, but it gave the look that she couldn't get a tan even if she tried, which of course she did not.
Her robes were not closed which allowed you a view of what she was wearing. A white school blouse that was partially tucked into a low cut, short navy skirt. Her legs were shapely and toned. She had the aura of power and danger. She did not look nervous. Quite the contrary. She looked like she didn't care where she was, as long as you got this over with. Boys eyed her with wanting and girls with envy.
"This way, please, Miss Black," said McGonogall loud enough for everyone to hear, which wasn't all that loud since you could hear a pin drop in that hall. AJ followed her with a cool dragging sort of walk which allowed her hips to sway and more boys to gawk. "You will now be sorted into your house. Please sit down right here and I will place this on your head," said McGonogall pointing to the wooden stool placed in front of everyone as she held the sorting hat with care.
AJ sat down lightly, crossed her lean legs, put her hands in her lap, and looked down. God, I hope it doesn't do a song she thought. Her tutors had gone to Hogwarts and told her about the Sorting Hat's song yearly song. As soon as the hat was placed on her head it began yelling.
"Ahhhh….another Black. Hmm, well, the others were in Slytherine, except for that one boy; quite the black sheep wouldn't you say," at this the hat gave a chuckle, "no pun intended there…..You're a bit different too though aren't you? Oh but that pride, that ambition. POWER! Hmm….I'll have to say…….Sllll"
The sorting hat never had the time to finish. Just as it was about to say her house, she unmindfully waved a hand somewhere over her face. All of a sudden everything went still. It was as if time stopped all together. Everything went still except for………
Draco looked around him astonished. He had heard of the ability that some had to momentarily stop time, but he had never believed it. It was one of oldest types of magic which was gifted to only those pureblooded wizards every 9 generations.
Harry did the same. He was actually a bit frightened. No, really frightened. What had just happened?
AJ took a deep breath and put her head in her hands. She could feel Dumbledore looking at her patiently from where he now stood in front of her. "It was going to put me in Slytherine, "AJ said looking up.
"Ahhh. Well, the sorting hat never makes a mistake, my child. If it says for you to be put in Slytherine, than that is where you belong," stated Dumbledore, "Is there something you wish to share with me concerning why you do not want to be placed in Slytherine house?.
"I don't want to be in that house," started AJ, "My parents were in that house and look where they are now. Its trouble. Nothing but trouble. I do prefer it, I just don't like the thought that I am still following in the Black footsteps. "She heaved another sigh.
Dumbledore gave a small chuckle. "You will be fine. Fate has its reasons. Besides, I am sure you will make wonderful friends in Slytherine house." At that he turned around and scanned the hall for any "survivors". "Ahh. Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy. Do come up here and say hello to our new student. Both boys stood and walked over to where AJ and Dumbledore stood. AJ rose slowly from her seat and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, meet Miss Arabella Judith Black. Miss Black, this is Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy."
"Black as in, Sirius Black?" asked Harry, a bit shyly.
"No, you must have me confused with my uncle. My….name….. is…. AJ," she said slowly with a hint of innocent sarcasm. Draco couldn't help but hide an amused gleam in his eye as a smile tugged at his lips.
At this Harry blushed. "I….I'm sorry," he stuttered, "I meant….well, I was just wondering if you were related to him."
"I'm sure you were," she said keeping a strait face turning her attention over to Draco.
"Pleasure to meet you," Draco said offering his hand. She took it and he lifted it and brushed his lips against her knuckles. At this AJ slowly raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"Miss Black, if you would now be so kind as to return to your seat and undo this curse. I am sure you are anxious to settle in. You will begin your lessons tomorrow, but I am sure that Professor Snape will tell you about that later," cut in Dumbledore giving them all a smile.
"Alright then," AJ responded and with that turned around and headed back to her seat.
What an ass thought Draco as he stole a look at AJ's retreating figure. He than turned around and walked calmly down to his seat.
As Draco began to sit down, he looked up and made eye contact with Harry. He smirked at the humiliation and anger that welled up in his eyes and looked over at Dumbledore who had also sat down. AJ then swooped her arm in the other direction than before.
"ytherine !" roared the hat. McGonogall rushed over to AJ with a disappointed _expression on her face to retrieve the hat while Slytherine table roared in cheers as only a few Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors gave a quiet polite applause.
AJ walked over to the Slytherine table but there were no more seats left. David stood up from his seat besides Draco and motioned to it with his hands. AJ smirked and strode over to where he stood.
"Hi, I'm David Solhert. Welcome to Slytherine. And you are?"
"AJ Black. Thank you." said AJ while sitting down.
"Well, I'm off. Have a little last minute homework to attend to before tomorrow," David said giving a wink to Adam and walking out of the hall.
"So, Black, as in Sirius Black?" asked Millicent a little too brightly.
AJ and Draco made eye contact and both gave an identical smirk.
"Wow, from what I heard Slytherines aren't supposed to be anything like Potter."
Millicent just stared at her for a few seconds with a confused _expression and then smiled. "Oh, no one here likes Potter. We all hate him, and his friends."
AJ looked at her with a blank _expression. "I never said anything about hating him, or his friends. I highly doubt that you're not following some kind of fad that says you should have something against him. Am I right?"
Millicent's jaw dropped as the rest of the Slytherine table looked towards that part of the section in silence. "I….We…" she stammered, "It…but he…"
AJ cut her off with an annoyed tone. "Let me make things simpler for you. Has Potter ever personally done anything to you to win over your hate?" She looked at the gaping girl in front of her waiting for an answer. God, how anyone can be so thick, she thought.
Pansy looked at AJ in shock. No one. NO ONE contradicted the Slytherine code which bluntly stated that though shall hate Harry Potter AND his friends at all times.
AJ suddenly burst out laughing. "Pansy, is it? You can take your Slytherine code and shove it. Just because I was dealt to this house, it doesn't mean I'm going to let it shape my thinking like some mindless bogart."
"I…I…How did you do that?" Pansy stuttered in a very unattractive manner.
"Let's just say I have some tricks up my sleeve that they don't teach here at Hogwarts." AJ replied in a cool manner.
Draco let out chuckle and Pansy looked at him with pure anger in her eyes. He then raised his eyebrows in question, which only made her even madder.
"Will someone please tell me where the, ehem, Slytherine common room is."
Top of the third staircase to you're left, stupid. You don't even know the password, green sleeves. I'd like to see the painting of Vladimir the Vengeful deny you access any day.
"Never mind. No need. Thanks Pansy."
AJ stood up gracefully and headed towards the door.
"Wow," said Adam with an excited look on his face, "she's awesome. Talk about hot!" There was a murmur of agreement throughout the male population of the table.
Draco listened half-heartedly. There's no doubt about it. She is very beautiful. Those eyes. There's something about those eyes. Familiar. Draco searched his memory fruitlessly for a few seconds until he remembered.
~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
"Let me see the girl Lucius." drawled a weak raspy voice form inside a dark room in the Malfoy manner.
A younger Draco, perhaps eight, was watching his father converse with what was supposed to be the most evil man on the planet. The figure was sitting on a chair facing the fireplace, his back to the door and Draco. The though that this bundled up heap of nothing was the Great Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, some would call him, was sitting there like a harmless baby could almost seem funny, yet it was quite a different story when you were sitting in the same vicinity as the creature. You could almost feel the cold, hard, evil run through you're very blood. Voldemort would make you want to cuddle up with a dementor on a chilling winter night.
"One moment my Lord." Lucius walked over to his son. "She is in the farthest room in the east tower. Go fetch her and be quick about it."
Draco then ran to the east tower. When he reached the room he threw the door open. Looking around he saw a small figure standing near the window. Slowly she turned, gazing at him with the saddest, most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He could tell that like himself, she was far beyond her years. It was all there, in the eyes.
"My Father sent me to fetch you. The Dark Lord seeks you're presence." Draco said in an even voice.
Slowly she walked towards him, her eyes boring into his. "What it you're name?" she asked in a small, weak voice.
"Draco. Draco Aquilis Malfoy."
"Very well then Draco, let's go. Please lead the way."
He swallowed and led her out of the room. "Where are you're parents?" he asked in a hushed voice.
"They were ordered by Voldemort to leave me here under the care of your father for a small while and go attend to some business else where." She replied. For a girl so small it was shocking how she could speak with absolutely no emotion. She was so calm and preserved. Growing up, Draco had been taught to hide his emotions and always keep a cool exterior, and anterior at that. Maybe it's just something all Death Eaters teach their children, he thought.
They soon reached the dark room where Voldemort was waiting. Draco and the girl stepped inside to hear Voldemort's cold raspy voice. "Bring the girl to me, boy."
Draco took the tiny girl by the arm softly and led her in front of Voldemort. They both took this time to bow their eyes and heads. "Look at me the two of you," he snapped. The two children slowly looked up to see a small shady figure rapped in black cloaks floating on the chair.
He seemed to be inspection them with his cold, snakelike eyes. "Dicere nomen, puella." (What is you're name, girl.) Voldemort said.
"Mei nomen Arabella Judith Black, erus." (Mt name is Arabella Judith Black, lord.) She answered back in Latin.
"Eu, te iam loquor canities lingua." (Good, you already speak Old Language.) "Quid erga te, puer?" (What about you, boy?) he asked.
"Nimirum, rector" (Of course, master) answered Draco.
"You two are growing up fine. You will be a great deal of help to me in the future.
Ut cuius praesentia inflecto infra viscus,
Itaque occurro Draco post ai scindo
Omnino genero quomodo vicissitudo terra.
(When the Queen of Power bows down to her heart
And meets the Dragon after they part
They together will create what will change the earth.)
You are excused."
~~~~~~~~~~End of Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
Draco sat stock still in his seat, slightly paler than his already pale skin.
Pansy looked at him in concern. "Are you, alright Draco?"
"It's her. It's her!" Draco whispered to himself. Pansy shot him a worried look.
Draco got up quickly and rushed out of the Great Hall in a pool of thoughts.