Slytherin Mudblood
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
By Gersemi
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, except for Jean + family, Sebastian, and the fifth-year Slytherins. J.K. Rowling owns the rest. Don't sue. Rating: R for language and mentioned adult themes A/N: Slytherin. What comes to your mind at that word? For most people just another phrase for Death Eater. *sigh* I have added to that image myself with "Bare Grace Slytherin Misery". But as we all know, there's always more to people than the first look reveals. A/N 2: //Thoughts look like this.// Just so you know.
*~* Slytherin Mudblood *~*
Chapter One: Leaving
Jean let out a long moan as her alarm clock broke into her slumber. She sighed deeply as she punched the clock, almost doing some serious damage to the poor machine.
The girl gave an angry growl as she pushed some annoying locks of auburn hair that refused to behave out of her eyes. She sighed. "This day can only get better." She yawned as she pushed herself out of bed, and went downstairs, again yawning heartily.
Her mother was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She smiled as her daughter entered the room. "Good morning, honey."
"I don't know what could be good about this morning," Jean said grumpily as she slumped into a chair, letting her head drop to the table.
"That bad a night, huh?" Mrs Weiss smiled as she poured her daughter a glass of orange juice.
"Not really." Jean sighed as she reached for the glass. "Just a very unnerving start for the day."
"Ready for the flight?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." Jean sighed again, taking a sip from her juice.
Mrs Weiss smiled. Her daughter was way too thoughtful for her age. She should have been more like...
"Mum! Mum!" Bethany came bounding down the stairs, waving two t-shirts frantically. "I don't know what to wear!"
Jean rolled her eyes at her twin-sister. They were just 15, but Bethany already was one of those cheerleader bitch queens. Her mother put down the pan and got a thoughtful expression.
"I think the pink one."
Bethany eyed the two t-shirts, one of which was pink, the other a pale blue. Then she nodded. "Maybe you're right." And she raced back up the stairs.
Mrs Weiss chuckled. So cute.
Jean groaned again, and stood up, pushing past her mother and strolling up the stairs, back into her room. With a sigh, she dropped onto her bed, closing her eyes. A bit peace and quiet before the flight. . .
"JEAN!!" Bethany came crashing through the door, murder in her eyes. "How could you?!"
Jean gave her sister a bored look. "How could I, what?"
Bethany thrust a bright red skirt into Jean's direction, tears brimming in her eyes. "You did this!"
Jean picked up the skirt with her fingertips, eying a small green dot on the front with a frown. "No, I didn't."
"Course you did! You're the only one in this house who uses this stupid green ink!" Now the tears flowed freely. "You. . . you. . . you stupid witch! I hate you!"
Mrs Weiss had heard Bethany's war cry and had come upstairs to see what this was about. Now she stared at her daughter in shock. "Bethany!"
Bethany turned around, her eyes red and her lower lip quivering. "She ruined my skirt, Mum! And she did it on purpose!"
Jean just sighed. Her owl Azrael gave a low hoot, and Jean opened the cage door. Bethany squealed, and jumped behind her mother.
"Mum," she whined. "Can you please bring her to the airport NOW?"
Mrs Weiss sighed deeply. Every year the same procedure. Bethany would insult her sister for not being like her, Jean would simply ignore her, and they ended up at the airport two hours early. That had been the way to handle this for the last five years. Since Jean had discovered that she was a witch.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It had been the most normal of days. Jean and Bethany had been sitting in the garden, drinking ice tea and just relaxing in the heat, when suddenly a shadow had appeared in the sky. And it had come closer.
"What's that?" Bethany squinted her eyes almost shut against the sun, trying to figure out what was nearing their house.
"I don't know." Jean sat up, following her sister's gaze. "Seems to be some kind of bird." They had watched in puzzlement, and then Jean realized what it was. "That's an owl."
"In the middle of the day? Come on, let's get Mum."
Bethany ran back into the house, almost bumping into Mrs Weiss who was just coming out. "Mum! Could you have a look at something?"
Mrs Weiss looked concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"There's an owl, Mum." Jean was still staring up at the rapidly nearing bird. It looked like it was carrying something...
"An owl? You have to be kidding me. It's two in the afternoon." She looked up, and her jaw almost bruised her ankles on the way down. "That *is* an owl."
"Told ya." Jean stood up, still watching the bird. It was right above their garden now, and Jean could see what it was carrying. A letter. "Mum."
The owl let go of the letter, and it flew right into Jean's hands. Everyone just stared at her.
"Oh boy."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I didn't even touch her skirt, Mum."
"I know, honey." Mrs Weiss sighed as she pulled into a parking lot. "She's just nervous these days."
"Yeah, right." //Don't forget to mention that she's just being the usual slutty bitch that she always is.// Jean chewed on her lower lip as she opened her door and left the car, putting Azrael's cage on the car roof. Her mother was pulling the large wooden trunk out of the car, groaning. Jean grinned as Mrs Weiss sent her a pleading look. "Sorry, Mum, not allowed to do magic."
Mrs Weiss growled lowly. "One of these days, I'll have a word with those fuckers from the ministry."
"Mum, really!" Jean said in feigned shock, grinning at the same time. "They're not all fuckers."
"But most of them, from what you've been telling me." She heaved the trunk onto a small carriage and they started towards the large building.
"That Weasley, he is a real loser. But the others," Jean shrugged matter-of- factly.
They went the rest of the way in silence, as the always did. Jean wasn't in share mode when she prepared to leave her country for a whole year to go to a school on the other side of the planet, and Mrs Weiss was never really sure if Jean would come back at all.
When they reached the gate, Jean turned to her mother, a small smile on her lips. "So... I'll see you next year."
"Yeah." Mrs Weiss also smiled, and then she pulled Jean into a bone- crushing hug. After five minutes, they parted, Mrs Weiss' eyes brimming with tears, Jean smiling. Mrs Weiss stroked her daughter's cheek. "You've always been the brave one."
"You tell me." Jean smiled. //With all those sadistic asshole seven years, it's not like I had a choice, sweetie.//
Her mother finally left under lots of sniffing and eye wiping, and Jean sat down, her legs up on her trunk, and closed her eyes.
She would return to Hogwarts, to her best friend Alicia Lovejoy, to learning magic. Unfortunately, that meant returning to Malfoy, too. She shuddered at the mere thought of Draco. He was one year her senior, and they'd never gotten along very well. The idea of a Mudblood being sorted into Slytherin had been revolting for him from the first second. And that showed in his behaviour towards her, though sometimes Jean thought there was something else, some kind of sexual tension. It would be a comment he made, or a gesture, something like that...
Jean sighed. At least she would get to torture that idiot Potter again. He was also older than her, same year as Draco, but he was so very naïve. Not at all the great wizard everyone saw in him. She smiled as she remembered all the tales Alicia had told her about famous Harry Potter. She was not at all surprised that he had been sorted into Gryffindor. One brave lad, that he was, but still an idiot when it came to... girls. Jean giggled. He had hit on her once, last year, and she had given him a good shove out into the cold. Slytherin house had been roaring with laughter when they heard about it.
She was yanked out of her thoughts as her flight was announced. She smiled and went to leave America and fly back to England.
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
By Gersemi
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, except for Jean + family, Sebastian, and the fifth-year Slytherins. J.K. Rowling owns the rest. Don't sue. Rating: R for language and mentioned adult themes A/N: Slytherin. What comes to your mind at that word? For most people just another phrase for Death Eater. *sigh* I have added to that image myself with "Bare Grace Slytherin Misery". But as we all know, there's always more to people than the first look reveals. A/N 2: //Thoughts look like this.// Just so you know.
*~* Slytherin Mudblood *~*
Chapter One: Leaving
Jean let out a long moan as her alarm clock broke into her slumber. She sighed deeply as she punched the clock, almost doing some serious damage to the poor machine.
The girl gave an angry growl as she pushed some annoying locks of auburn hair that refused to behave out of her eyes. She sighed. "This day can only get better." She yawned as she pushed herself out of bed, and went downstairs, again yawning heartily.
Her mother was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She smiled as her daughter entered the room. "Good morning, honey."
"I don't know what could be good about this morning," Jean said grumpily as she slumped into a chair, letting her head drop to the table.
"That bad a night, huh?" Mrs Weiss smiled as she poured her daughter a glass of orange juice.
"Not really." Jean sighed as she reached for the glass. "Just a very unnerving start for the day."
"Ready for the flight?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." Jean sighed again, taking a sip from her juice.
Mrs Weiss smiled. Her daughter was way too thoughtful for her age. She should have been more like...
"Mum! Mum!" Bethany came bounding down the stairs, waving two t-shirts frantically. "I don't know what to wear!"
Jean rolled her eyes at her twin-sister. They were just 15, but Bethany already was one of those cheerleader bitch queens. Her mother put down the pan and got a thoughtful expression.
"I think the pink one."
Bethany eyed the two t-shirts, one of which was pink, the other a pale blue. Then she nodded. "Maybe you're right." And she raced back up the stairs.
Mrs Weiss chuckled. So cute.
Jean groaned again, and stood up, pushing past her mother and strolling up the stairs, back into her room. With a sigh, she dropped onto her bed, closing her eyes. A bit peace and quiet before the flight. . .
"JEAN!!" Bethany came crashing through the door, murder in her eyes. "How could you?!"
Jean gave her sister a bored look. "How could I, what?"
Bethany thrust a bright red skirt into Jean's direction, tears brimming in her eyes. "You did this!"
Jean picked up the skirt with her fingertips, eying a small green dot on the front with a frown. "No, I didn't."
"Course you did! You're the only one in this house who uses this stupid green ink!" Now the tears flowed freely. "You. . . you. . . you stupid witch! I hate you!"
Mrs Weiss had heard Bethany's war cry and had come upstairs to see what this was about. Now she stared at her daughter in shock. "Bethany!"
Bethany turned around, her eyes red and her lower lip quivering. "She ruined my skirt, Mum! And she did it on purpose!"
Jean just sighed. Her owl Azrael gave a low hoot, and Jean opened the cage door. Bethany squealed, and jumped behind her mother.
"Mum," she whined. "Can you please bring her to the airport NOW?"
Mrs Weiss sighed deeply. Every year the same procedure. Bethany would insult her sister for not being like her, Jean would simply ignore her, and they ended up at the airport two hours early. That had been the way to handle this for the last five years. Since Jean had discovered that she was a witch.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It had been the most normal of days. Jean and Bethany had been sitting in the garden, drinking ice tea and just relaxing in the heat, when suddenly a shadow had appeared in the sky. And it had come closer.
"What's that?" Bethany squinted her eyes almost shut against the sun, trying to figure out what was nearing their house.
"I don't know." Jean sat up, following her sister's gaze. "Seems to be some kind of bird." They had watched in puzzlement, and then Jean realized what it was. "That's an owl."
"In the middle of the day? Come on, let's get Mum."
Bethany ran back into the house, almost bumping into Mrs Weiss who was just coming out. "Mum! Could you have a look at something?"
Mrs Weiss looked concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"There's an owl, Mum." Jean was still staring up at the rapidly nearing bird. It looked like it was carrying something...
"An owl? You have to be kidding me. It's two in the afternoon." She looked up, and her jaw almost bruised her ankles on the way down. "That *is* an owl."
"Told ya." Jean stood up, still watching the bird. It was right above their garden now, and Jean could see what it was carrying. A letter. "Mum."
The owl let go of the letter, and it flew right into Jean's hands. Everyone just stared at her.
"Oh boy."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I didn't even touch her skirt, Mum."
"I know, honey." Mrs Weiss sighed as she pulled into a parking lot. "She's just nervous these days."
"Yeah, right." //Don't forget to mention that she's just being the usual slutty bitch that she always is.// Jean chewed on her lower lip as she opened her door and left the car, putting Azrael's cage on the car roof. Her mother was pulling the large wooden trunk out of the car, groaning. Jean grinned as Mrs Weiss sent her a pleading look. "Sorry, Mum, not allowed to do magic."
Mrs Weiss growled lowly. "One of these days, I'll have a word with those fuckers from the ministry."
"Mum, really!" Jean said in feigned shock, grinning at the same time. "They're not all fuckers."
"But most of them, from what you've been telling me." She heaved the trunk onto a small carriage and they started towards the large building.
"That Weasley, he is a real loser. But the others," Jean shrugged matter-of- factly.
They went the rest of the way in silence, as the always did. Jean wasn't in share mode when she prepared to leave her country for a whole year to go to a school on the other side of the planet, and Mrs Weiss was never really sure if Jean would come back at all.
When they reached the gate, Jean turned to her mother, a small smile on her lips. "So... I'll see you next year."
"Yeah." Mrs Weiss also smiled, and then she pulled Jean into a bone- crushing hug. After five minutes, they parted, Mrs Weiss' eyes brimming with tears, Jean smiling. Mrs Weiss stroked her daughter's cheek. "You've always been the brave one."
"You tell me." Jean smiled. //With all those sadistic asshole seven years, it's not like I had a choice, sweetie.//
Her mother finally left under lots of sniffing and eye wiping, and Jean sat down, her legs up on her trunk, and closed her eyes.
She would return to Hogwarts, to her best friend Alicia Lovejoy, to learning magic. Unfortunately, that meant returning to Malfoy, too. She shuddered at the mere thought of Draco. He was one year her senior, and they'd never gotten along very well. The idea of a Mudblood being sorted into Slytherin had been revolting for him from the first second. And that showed in his behaviour towards her, though sometimes Jean thought there was something else, some kind of sexual tension. It would be a comment he made, or a gesture, something like that...
Jean sighed. At least she would get to torture that idiot Potter again. He was also older than her, same year as Draco, but he was so very naïve. Not at all the great wizard everyone saw in him. She smiled as she remembered all the tales Alicia had told her about famous Harry Potter. She was not at all surprised that he had been sorted into Gryffindor. One brave lad, that he was, but still an idiot when it came to... girls. Jean giggled. He had hit on her once, last year, and she had given him a good shove out into the cold. Slytherin house had been roaring with laughter when they heard about it.
She was yanked out of her thoughts as her flight was announced. She smiled and went to leave America and fly back to England.