Salvation- Chapter One- Dark Angel
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She walked down the empty hallway, a bored look placed upon her face. Her shadow black nails made a small scritch noise as she ran them along the cold stone walls that trapped her inside Hogwarts. The noise momentarily brought her to reality. She let herself glide slowly into the Potions classroom, until she heard the deep, drawling voice of Professor Severus Snape.
"Late again, Miss Darrigan?" he said with slight amusement. Not because she was late, because she was going to have to spend another hour with him after class.
She didn't bother answering. He knew the answer, he was just being a stupid prat of a teacher today. If he was having a really good day, perhaps he would give her two detentions for not answering him. She practically fell into the chair next to her partner, Oliver Wood. They talked sometimes, but whenever she switched the subject to something other than Quidditch, he had nothing to say.
He seemed particularly happy today. Oh right, the Amazing Gryfindors triumph over Slytherin to win the Quiddtch Cup, she remembered the headline on the top of the Daily Prophet. Oliver smiled at her as she flicked her amythest eyes up to his huge brown ones.
"Dija hear the news, Kat?" he asked eagerly.
She matched his smile, "Yeah, you guys won right?" Trying her very hardest to sound impressed. He shook his head up and down wildly. She smiled a little again, and set her head down, looking up at Snape in the front of the room.
"Today, someone is transferring from Potions Hour 4 to our hour. Let's make him welcome. Draco?" Snape called out, almost cheerfully.
A tall, buff looking boy with slicked back blonde hair, and ice blue eyes stepped into the room. He looked rather displeased with the students in the class. Kat studied this boy, she knew he was the seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, and many people had told her he was a stupid prat. So what? People say a lot.
Snape glanced around the class. "Well, Draco it looks like there isn't anyone with out a seating partner. Sit next to Wood and Darrigan. You three will have to share a table for now." Snape looked at us, disgusted, like he didn't want to put a high-class student like him next to us scum.
Draco stalked over to our table at the back of the room, glaring at Oliver the whole time. He switched his eyes to Kat, and his gaze softened as he looked her over. Don't get me wrong, his eyes still looked cold as steel, softened or not. He stood menacingly over Oliver and Kat. "Nice Quidditch playing out there Wood, did your mother teach you?" He taunted.
"Oh sod off, Malfoy, you're just jealous because we won." Oliver shot back.
Malfoy put on a sinister smile, "Jealous? Of Potter and your team? I wouldn't be surprised if that little Mudblood Granger cast a luck charm over the team so you would win, you prats are that desperate."
Oliver tried to match Malfoys cool gaze, but he looked more like a puppy who was going to break any moment. Kat had her head cropped up on one elbow, with a smirk of amusement at their little war. Draco glided his eyes smoothly over Kat, and she tried to hide her amusement, but it was too late.
"Liking what you see?" he asked with a wicked smile. Kat just stared at him for a moment, and almost didn't say a thing. When he looked into your eyes, you just want to cower beneath him. And to top it all off, he wears an evil smirk everywhere.
Kat looked down innocently, "Was there anything to see?" she said quietly, but bravely enough. He scoffed and looked her over once more before pulling a chair over and sitting an equal distance away from both Oliver and Kat. Kat put my head down for the rest of the class. Kat already knew all of the shit Snape was teaching anyway.
Kat thought she fell asleep, she wasn't really sure, but about five minutes before class ended, Professor Sprout stepped in the class.
"Severus? Severus, I was wondering if perhaps you could take of my detentions today? I believe I only have one." Sprout asked cheerfully. Snape's thin lips curled into a slight smile. He would take all of the detentions in the school if he could. He nodded his head at the Professor. Sprout fumbled around in her pocket for something, and retrieved a small notepad covered in flowers.
"Now, who was it that I had tonight, let me see..." She stated, "Oh yes, Mr. Malfoy, for bothering the mandrake roots." She glanced at Draco.
"I told everyone precisely not to do anything to the mandrakes besides pot them, and you deserved that bite, Mr. Malfoy." She said warningly. Malfoy slicked back his hair with his hand and gave a careless look.
The smirk on Snape's lips dropped to a frown. Kat smirked. She knew he didn't want anyone in his house having a detention, much less him giving it to them. She would be his favorite student if she was in Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw. She yawned and put her chunky boots on the table as Snape and Sprout talked. She turned and looked at Oliver. He was still fuming over what Malfoy said.
Not thinking, she said, "Don't worry about it Oliver, Harry and Angelina kicked Malfoy's ass on the Quidditch field." Once she realized Malfoy was sitting right there, she immediately regretted it. Malfoy looked shocked for a moment, then stood up and glared at her. Kat looked at his fuming face and thought about the reason it got that way. She couldn't help but smile. It was funny when you thought about it.
Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, but the bell rang at that exact moment. She jumped out of her seat and walked briskly towards the door.
She heard Oliver say something like, "Way to go, Kat!" but she payed no attention. She looked behind me, and Malfoy was walking towards her, the same angry face on.
"Going somewhere, Ms. Darrigan?" she heard the questioning voice of Snape. She froze.
Shit, she had detention.
Shit! With Draco Malfoy.
She walked over to Snape's desk, dragging her feet.
"Malfoy, Darrigan, sit there." He said as his long finger pointed at a small table with two chairs.
"Now, today you two will be sorting out mail, owls haven't been able to deliver it this past week due to the fact that the Owl Door has been under construction. Sort the mail into the houses the students are in." he said simply, "And, oh yes, you won't be able to leave until they are sorted." He added as he took a gigantic box out and dumped the letters onto our table, most of them falling to the floor. Kat gave Snape a disbelieving look, and he simply smirked in return. Kat sighed heavily and took the first letter. It was her friend Cho Chang's letter, she set it down starting a Ravenclaw pile. She kept this up for about a half an hour, and it still looked like they hadn't touched the pile.
She dropped her hand into the pile and pulled one out from the middle.
To Kat Darrigan, Ravenclaw
She sat up and eagerly ripped the letter open. Her heart tremored at the first line.
From: Tom Marvolo Riddle
To: Kat Darrigan
Her mouth twisted into a disgusted sneer. Her father would always use that fake name of his. He knew if anyone found out about his real name, they would find him. But its not like he wouldn't just use Avada Kedvara on them, being the sadistic bastard her dad was. She could feel Draco's gaze on her, probably wondering why she was opening one of the letters, but she didn't care. The paper was black with silver writing. The note read:
Kat Darrigan,
You have been chosen to become a member of one of the most powerful Dark Arts groups in the world. You have been one of the selected few purebloods to be a Death Eater. Do not disgrace purebloods all over the world by not taking this opportunity. You must be at the entrance of the Dark Forest by midnight tonight. How you get there is up to you.
Lord Voldemort
Her head spun with questions, none of them came with answers. She knew she had to go tonight. Being the Dark Lord's daughter meant you never dared to defy him. Of course, being anyone else meant you never dared defy him either. She heard a ripping noise and she looked up.
Draco was reading a black letter too.
Kat's mind told her it couldn't possibly be the same letter she got. He couldn't have family that served under her father, could he? He took out a piece of paper and started scribbling something on it. She caught a glimpse of the paper:
Midnight, Entrance of the Dark Forest
Damn, she thought. He was chosen too?? Well, say something to him, she urged herself on. She flicked her eyes up, and they met his steel blue ones. He looked at the letter I still held in my hand and regonized it immediately.
He looked at her like she was scum. "You don't have family that serves under the Dark Lord." He said confidently. She looked at him blankly. She started to laugh.
Draco's face twisted into an angry frown. "What?" he demanded.
Kat laughed harder as she said "You're right, I don't family under the Dark Lord." He gave her a confused look. She put an evil smirk on her face.
"I'm gonna play around with him a bit," she thought.
"Hey, you'll find out at midnight, right?" she said wickedly. As Kat finished sorting the last of the letters, he kept asking her stuff, but she decided to tune him out. He wasn't going to get shit out of her.
Kat put the last letter under the Hufflepuff pile and walked out with the smile still placed upon her lips.
AN: This chapter was kinda weird and rushed, but the next chapter will be better.
She walked down the empty hallway, a bored look placed upon her face. Her shadow black nails made a small scritch noise as she ran them along the cold stone walls that trapped her inside Hogwarts. The noise momentarily brought her to reality. She let herself glide slowly into the Potions classroom, until she heard the deep, drawling voice of Professor Severus Snape.
"Late again, Miss Darrigan?" he said with slight amusement. Not because she was late, because she was going to have to spend another hour with him after class.
She didn't bother answering. He knew the answer, he was just being a stupid prat of a teacher today. If he was having a really good day, perhaps he would give her two detentions for not answering him. She practically fell into the chair next to her partner, Oliver Wood. They talked sometimes, but whenever she switched the subject to something other than Quidditch, he had nothing to say.
He seemed particularly happy today. Oh right, the Amazing Gryfindors triumph over Slytherin to win the Quiddtch Cup, she remembered the headline on the top of the Daily Prophet. Oliver smiled at her as she flicked her amythest eyes up to his huge brown ones.
"Dija hear the news, Kat?" he asked eagerly.
She matched his smile, "Yeah, you guys won right?" Trying her very hardest to sound impressed. He shook his head up and down wildly. She smiled a little again, and set her head down, looking up at Snape in the front of the room.
"Today, someone is transferring from Potions Hour 4 to our hour. Let's make him welcome. Draco?" Snape called out, almost cheerfully.
A tall, buff looking boy with slicked back blonde hair, and ice blue eyes stepped into the room. He looked rather displeased with the students in the class. Kat studied this boy, she knew he was the seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, and many people had told her he was a stupid prat. So what? People say a lot.
Snape glanced around the class. "Well, Draco it looks like there isn't anyone with out a seating partner. Sit next to Wood and Darrigan. You three will have to share a table for now." Snape looked at us, disgusted, like he didn't want to put a high-class student like him next to us scum.
Draco stalked over to our table at the back of the room, glaring at Oliver the whole time. He switched his eyes to Kat, and his gaze softened as he looked her over. Don't get me wrong, his eyes still looked cold as steel, softened or not. He stood menacingly over Oliver and Kat. "Nice Quidditch playing out there Wood, did your mother teach you?" He taunted.
"Oh sod off, Malfoy, you're just jealous because we won." Oliver shot back.
Malfoy put on a sinister smile, "Jealous? Of Potter and your team? I wouldn't be surprised if that little Mudblood Granger cast a luck charm over the team so you would win, you prats are that desperate."
Oliver tried to match Malfoys cool gaze, but he looked more like a puppy who was going to break any moment. Kat had her head cropped up on one elbow, with a smirk of amusement at their little war. Draco glided his eyes smoothly over Kat, and she tried to hide her amusement, but it was too late.
"Liking what you see?" he asked with a wicked smile. Kat just stared at him for a moment, and almost didn't say a thing. When he looked into your eyes, you just want to cower beneath him. And to top it all off, he wears an evil smirk everywhere.
Kat looked down innocently, "Was there anything to see?" she said quietly, but bravely enough. He scoffed and looked her over once more before pulling a chair over and sitting an equal distance away from both Oliver and Kat. Kat put my head down for the rest of the class. Kat already knew all of the shit Snape was teaching anyway.
Kat thought she fell asleep, she wasn't really sure, but about five minutes before class ended, Professor Sprout stepped in the class.
"Severus? Severus, I was wondering if perhaps you could take of my detentions today? I believe I only have one." Sprout asked cheerfully. Snape's thin lips curled into a slight smile. He would take all of the detentions in the school if he could. He nodded his head at the Professor. Sprout fumbled around in her pocket for something, and retrieved a small notepad covered in flowers.
"Now, who was it that I had tonight, let me see..." She stated, "Oh yes, Mr. Malfoy, for bothering the mandrake roots." She glanced at Draco.
"I told everyone precisely not to do anything to the mandrakes besides pot them, and you deserved that bite, Mr. Malfoy." She said warningly. Malfoy slicked back his hair with his hand and gave a careless look.
The smirk on Snape's lips dropped to a frown. Kat smirked. She knew he didn't want anyone in his house having a detention, much less him giving it to them. She would be his favorite student if she was in Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw. She yawned and put her chunky boots on the table as Snape and Sprout talked. She turned and looked at Oliver. He was still fuming over what Malfoy said.
Not thinking, she said, "Don't worry about it Oliver, Harry and Angelina kicked Malfoy's ass on the Quidditch field." Once she realized Malfoy was sitting right there, she immediately regretted it. Malfoy looked shocked for a moment, then stood up and glared at her. Kat looked at his fuming face and thought about the reason it got that way. She couldn't help but smile. It was funny when you thought about it.
Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, but the bell rang at that exact moment. She jumped out of her seat and walked briskly towards the door.
She heard Oliver say something like, "Way to go, Kat!" but she payed no attention. She looked behind me, and Malfoy was walking towards her, the same angry face on.
"Going somewhere, Ms. Darrigan?" she heard the questioning voice of Snape. She froze.
Shit, she had detention.
Shit! With Draco Malfoy.
She walked over to Snape's desk, dragging her feet.
"Malfoy, Darrigan, sit there." He said as his long finger pointed at a small table with two chairs.
"Now, today you two will be sorting out mail, owls haven't been able to deliver it this past week due to the fact that the Owl Door has been under construction. Sort the mail into the houses the students are in." he said simply, "And, oh yes, you won't be able to leave until they are sorted." He added as he took a gigantic box out and dumped the letters onto our table, most of them falling to the floor. Kat gave Snape a disbelieving look, and he simply smirked in return. Kat sighed heavily and took the first letter. It was her friend Cho Chang's letter, she set it down starting a Ravenclaw pile. She kept this up for about a half an hour, and it still looked like they hadn't touched the pile.
She dropped her hand into the pile and pulled one out from the middle.
To Kat Darrigan, Ravenclaw
She sat up and eagerly ripped the letter open. Her heart tremored at the first line.
From: Tom Marvolo Riddle
To: Kat Darrigan
Her mouth twisted into a disgusted sneer. Her father would always use that fake name of his. He knew if anyone found out about his real name, they would find him. But its not like he wouldn't just use Avada Kedvara on them, being the sadistic bastard her dad was. She could feel Draco's gaze on her, probably wondering why she was opening one of the letters, but she didn't care. The paper was black with silver writing. The note read:
Kat Darrigan,
You have been chosen to become a member of one of the most powerful Dark Arts groups in the world. You have been one of the selected few purebloods to be a Death Eater. Do not disgrace purebloods all over the world by not taking this opportunity. You must be at the entrance of the Dark Forest by midnight tonight. How you get there is up to you.
Lord Voldemort
Her head spun with questions, none of them came with answers. She knew she had to go tonight. Being the Dark Lord's daughter meant you never dared to defy him. Of course, being anyone else meant you never dared defy him either. She heard a ripping noise and she looked up.
Draco was reading a black letter too.
Kat's mind told her it couldn't possibly be the same letter she got. He couldn't have family that served under her father, could he? He took out a piece of paper and started scribbling something on it. She caught a glimpse of the paper:
Midnight, Entrance of the Dark Forest
Damn, she thought. He was chosen too?? Well, say something to him, she urged herself on. She flicked her eyes up, and they met his steel blue ones. He looked at the letter I still held in my hand and regonized it immediately.
He looked at her like she was scum. "You don't have family that serves under the Dark Lord." He said confidently. She looked at him blankly. She started to laugh.
Draco's face twisted into an angry frown. "What?" he demanded.
Kat laughed harder as she said "You're right, I don't family under the Dark Lord." He gave her a confused look. She put an evil smirk on her face.
"I'm gonna play around with him a bit," she thought.
"Hey, you'll find out at midnight, right?" she said wickedly. As Kat finished sorting the last of the letters, he kept asking her stuff, but she decided to tune him out. He wasn't going to get shit out of her.
Kat put the last letter under the Hufflepuff pile and walked out with the smile still placed upon her lips.
AN: This chapter was kinda weird and rushed, but the next chapter will be better.