~ Conversations with Thyself~

I had waited all summer, not that I would waste my time thinking of someone who I didn't even know, but she was different, she had intrigued me, called me to her. It was hard not to be put under her spell, all that red hair, like blood, and strawberries, pale freckled skin, so soft, warm and welcoming, and her clouded eyes, not seeing, her soul just existing. For a walking corpse she was very passionate.

She was an enigma that I had tried to figure out, and I know what you're thinking, I barely know the girl, and her age, barely 12, but still. You could tell that she was going to become something, something great and beautiful and nothing like the rest, a queen among witches. And if pushed into the right path, a force to be reckoned with.

She had potential, and such potential need not be wasted if one can use it, mold it, and turn it into an advantage. It wouldn't hurt to teach the girl things, about herself, about others, how the world works. Not quite what she's being thought now, no, she needed to be thought the way of the Slytherin, to be cunning, quick, and yes I admit, even cold. But she could use any advantage that could be given to her, that could help her survive.

Like I said, I had been thinking about our dear Virginia, and had waited to see the changes that the summer would bring. Would she really be so different? Well I needn't wait too long, The Hogwarts express had long ago came to a stop in Hogsmead, and the students would be well on their way to the feast that the house elves had prepared for the beginning of a new school year, and no doubt all the children's favorites would be seen before them, waiting for their almost savage consummation.

I sat at the Head table, at the very edge on Dumbledore's left, settled right before my Slytherins, shrouded in darkness like the rest of my house. I sometimes wonder if Dumbledore does this purposely, hiding the Sytherins from view. He accuses me of playing House favorites, and yet theirs your proof, His Gryffundor's all in their Red and Gold, practically at the center of attention, while the Sytherins are hidden away, ready to be used, and abused if one needs to humiliate them.

I heard Dumbledore say once that his dear Harry Potter could have been in Sytherin if he hadn't chosen Gryffindor, I dread the thought, yet I still wonder if he would be seen as the Golden Boy that he is now, or would he have been tormented by the students and even teachers for betraying them. For being far more cunning then them. It is a fickle thing prejudices, people will only look at the surface, and if they don't like it then they'll have made up their mind and nothing can change it. I guess first impressions are the most important, but what a waste of persons, or not so much a waste, maybe an advantage to see who has brains and who, to say it bluntly, doesn't.

But it is best not to think of such things, after all why get your hopes up for things that cannot be changed, and will not if the Gods above have anything to say about it. It appears that the world is against Slytherins or more rightly those with cunning and sly characters. People can be so cruel to things they cannot understand. Not everything is black and white, and good is not always what it seems, and evil might be right just this once, and gray is the main color, where the lines blur, and your not sure on whose side your on, because you could be on either, because one wrong move can put you on the winning side, or the loosing side, and you don't know if it's going to be the light side or dark side. Which is truly wrong, and which is truly right. Who is King and who is Queen, and pawn and knight and bishop on the chessboard of existence.

All you know is that you can't change the past, only the now, and the future is to be played out in time, and is the result of certain actions, both good and bad, to one end result and if that one end result is death, then you know that with death there is life, and the advantage of starting again, so no one should be punished for being wrong or right, black or white, good or evil, but one should try to fix the mistakes from the past, to make a better future for the next circle of life.

Ahh, but that is enough about that, the students have finally appeared, and their she is, our dear Virginia, and it appears that she has changed, their might be hope for her yet...