Chapter 2
Hogwarts: The Welcoming Feast
Albus Dumbledore watched Harry and Ginny interact as he thought of the year to come for all of them. 'I hope Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny can handle this year, if only because of Fox and Dragon." Throwing off his worried musings, and casting a reassuring glance towards Minerva, he stood up to deliver his welcoming speech.
"Welcome to our returning students and also to our new ones! I would like to remind everyone that the forbidden forest is just that Forbidden, and as such is strictly off limits to all students." He paused looking intently on the suspiciously angelic faces of his favorite trouble making four. Also, we are adding two new teachers this year: Professor Fox, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Professor Dragon, your new Potions for Offense and Strategy teacher. Now, let the Sorting begin."
MacGonagoll walked briskly forward, indicating the stool beside her. "You will walk up onto the stage, setting yourself on the stool to be sorted, as I call your names.Morgana Amelia Potter."
Harry's emerald eyes shot up to his Head of House. "Another Potter?" He mouthed in astonishment.
A beautiful 17 year-old girl with long burnished mahogany hair gracefully glided up the stairs, before perching on the stool, her back ramrod straight. She smiled at the teachers, but only Snape caught the niggling fear, her toothsome smile caused.She was a vampyr, a creature of the Night, and would not take to Sunlight well.and here I thought Deatheaters were bad.good Lord.
The Sorting Hat sat on her head a few minutes, before clearly calling out, "Ravenclaw."
Morgana arose, curtsying formally to the teachers, before making her silent way to her assigned table.
"Jessica Shannoneria Potter."
A tall, graceful girl with eyes as mysterious as the sea, walked, or rather stomped up the stairs to the stool, muttering to herself. MacGonagoll was sure she only caught half of it, "Damn, prat-like bitch, needs to make good.blood-suckin' nitwit."
"Ravenclaw."
Jessica Potter smirked towards the assigned table, more specifically at her family member, neither looked anywhere near their famous relative.
"Kaylariana Aurora Lindsay."
What seemed like a pirate, strolled as though on the deck of a ship on the rolling waves on the high seas. A single braid, tied with a leather thong, hung behind one ear, beneath a brown fedora. Taking off the hat, so as to be sorted, her long flowing maple colored hair fell to waist length, a jewel encrusted silver dagger was bound to her leg in a black leather scarab, over smooth calf boots. Swaggering up the stairs, she perched, cockily, on the edge of the seat. She was completely at ease as the smart hat was placed on her head.
More than 20 minutes passed in complete silence, before the Sorting Hat gave a defeated sigh, "No House!" His comment was met with great astonishment, an uproar rose from the tables, no house, had never been heard before.
Dumbledore walked forward, "My, my.in all my years, I have never heard this from you, Hat. Pray tell, please explain."
The Hat sighed, and still on Kaylariana's head, began its problem. "She lacks neither courage nor brains. I have never seen a brain more apt for memory than this one. Never, but once has my Masters seen this paradox. In the General of Darkness, only then, and never more. Fortitude, there is enough. She wants nothing to prove, nor of Salazar does she fear. Blood that is mixed, not Muggle and Magick, but of Ancient and Modern, no fear Hath she, so, as no house to fit best that I can see; I instead insist we leave it up to she."
"Well said, Hat. Your Decision, my dear."
"Made in a heart beat's time. To my Brother's House I will go, only this, as I say it is so." Giving a throaty laugh, before leaping into the arms of a handsome man. "Ok, Bastian Garson Lindsay."
Most of the female population, older or otherwise, noticed this boy, nearly man's ascent to the stool, almost as though it were a throne. He was tall, built and had an aura of presence that screamed 'Hero' or 'Knight'. With a collective female sigh, he took his seat.
"Hmm, tough choice like your sister, but I shall take your decision, None of this I pray, No more, Else, I shall place thee in Slytherin, Rather than this Man's Gryffindor!"
"Come Ry, though thou ist but 16, as am I, to the Table of your red dost this hat basically beacon and plead, for us two to lead." He took her arm hand in hand they walked, the Knight gallantly leading the Pirate to their places to sit.
All could hear the Pirate, "Ry", snort. "I think you need to stop reading Shakespeare Brother dear. Lord and Lady Below, now you have me doing it."
The two remaining children left to be sorted, started after their predecessors. One was angry, while the other merely smiled slightly. MacGonagoll called for silence, before resuming the calling of those to be sorted. "Arachnia Juliana Meehan."
The one who merely looked amused, walked forward, scanning the room, her eyes caught in the icy gaze of the Malfoy. On her little, eleven-year- old hand, sat a small diamond the exact color of his eyes. One word made it into her mind, as the Sorting hat took its place, "Beloved." Her hair was like the color of dark chocolate only richer, smoother and begged to be touched. Those eyes held wisdom and promise, within their silver depths.
The Hat groaned, then stated, "We have another No House, therefore, I stand by my intent, to Slytherin with you, be you snake or Mouse!"
She smiled at the hat. "Thank you."
"Adryan Jared Meehan."
The boy walked forward this time resolutely, squaring his shoulders, and lifting his head. He was a male replica of the girl, only lacking her confidence. "This one has something to prove, and will not be separated from his sister, Ahh, then to make all concerned happy, I shall happily place you in Slytherin."
Rising, he took Arachnia's arm, leading her formally to the Slytherin table, after she had stepped on his foot, and hissed at him. Fool! Harry caught in Parsaltongue. His mouth dropped open, as the word registered. He whispered, "They're Parsaltongues?" "Harry Potter.As in the famous living, breathing, walking bad luck magnet?" Most of the Hall went deadly silent at this rude comment, even the Slytherins, Ry sighed, "Poor dear, related to those," pointing to Morgana and Jessica, "weirdoes. I must say, you are holding right well chap. No offences but you all really need to lighten up, and all Potters are bad luck magnets, makes 'em stronger and stuff like that. Watch." She called something in Parsaltongue, only Harry and the new students caught, before throwing her dagger at Gin's head. Save her, mate.
Harry yanked Gin out of the way, as the knife embedded itself in his back. "Are you alright, Gin?"
"Harry, what?" She was lying on the floor, with the man of her dreams on top of her.oozing blood! "My GOD! Harry, what happened?"
"Ask the new bitch." He gestured to Ry.
"Thank you for the compliment! By the way, Gin-gin be a dear and retrieve my dagger for me, there's a good pup."
"I thought you would leave the Malfoy impressions for another night, sister dear." Bastian watched Ry sternly.
"I'm only putting something in the works. Just call me Aphrodite's messenger."
Across the room, Arachnia sighed, before snapping her fingers. The dagger materialized in her hand.
Ry screamed. "YOU OFFICIOUS PIG, GIVE THAT BACK!"
"Make me, blood thirsty wombat." Silver eyes clashed with Emerald ones, in a battle of wills.
"Enough, children. Eat before I take matters into my own talons, got it?" The new voice rang out through the hall. Turning towards the teachers' table, all saw Professors Fox and Dragon were standing, each with a disapproving glare in their eye. "Detentions with us every night for a month, to all those involved: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Ry Lindsay, Arachnia Meehan, Bastian Lindsay, and Draco Malfoy."
Dragon added sternly, "Also, for your reckless endangerment of students, all of you will be deducted 20 points from your houses. Now, move! Detention begins now!" Dragon swept from the hall, followed by the sullen students.
"Excuse us, please. Enjoy your meal Dumbledore, faculty and students." With the excuses made Professor Fox left the room.
Hogwarts: The Welcoming Feast
Albus Dumbledore watched Harry and Ginny interact as he thought of the year to come for all of them. 'I hope Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny can handle this year, if only because of Fox and Dragon." Throwing off his worried musings, and casting a reassuring glance towards Minerva, he stood up to deliver his welcoming speech.
"Welcome to our returning students and also to our new ones! I would like to remind everyone that the forbidden forest is just that Forbidden, and as such is strictly off limits to all students." He paused looking intently on the suspiciously angelic faces of his favorite trouble making four. Also, we are adding two new teachers this year: Professor Fox, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Professor Dragon, your new Potions for Offense and Strategy teacher. Now, let the Sorting begin."
MacGonagoll walked briskly forward, indicating the stool beside her. "You will walk up onto the stage, setting yourself on the stool to be sorted, as I call your names.Morgana Amelia Potter."
Harry's emerald eyes shot up to his Head of House. "Another Potter?" He mouthed in astonishment.
A beautiful 17 year-old girl with long burnished mahogany hair gracefully glided up the stairs, before perching on the stool, her back ramrod straight. She smiled at the teachers, but only Snape caught the niggling fear, her toothsome smile caused.She was a vampyr, a creature of the Night, and would not take to Sunlight well.and here I thought Deatheaters were bad.good Lord.
The Sorting Hat sat on her head a few minutes, before clearly calling out, "Ravenclaw."
Morgana arose, curtsying formally to the teachers, before making her silent way to her assigned table.
"Jessica Shannoneria Potter."
A tall, graceful girl with eyes as mysterious as the sea, walked, or rather stomped up the stairs to the stool, muttering to herself. MacGonagoll was sure she only caught half of it, "Damn, prat-like bitch, needs to make good.blood-suckin' nitwit."
"Ravenclaw."
Jessica Potter smirked towards the assigned table, more specifically at her family member, neither looked anywhere near their famous relative.
"Kaylariana Aurora Lindsay."
What seemed like a pirate, strolled as though on the deck of a ship on the rolling waves on the high seas. A single braid, tied with a leather thong, hung behind one ear, beneath a brown fedora. Taking off the hat, so as to be sorted, her long flowing maple colored hair fell to waist length, a jewel encrusted silver dagger was bound to her leg in a black leather scarab, over smooth calf boots. Swaggering up the stairs, she perched, cockily, on the edge of the seat. She was completely at ease as the smart hat was placed on her head.
More than 20 minutes passed in complete silence, before the Sorting Hat gave a defeated sigh, "No House!" His comment was met with great astonishment, an uproar rose from the tables, no house, had never been heard before.
Dumbledore walked forward, "My, my.in all my years, I have never heard this from you, Hat. Pray tell, please explain."
The Hat sighed, and still on Kaylariana's head, began its problem. "She lacks neither courage nor brains. I have never seen a brain more apt for memory than this one. Never, but once has my Masters seen this paradox. In the General of Darkness, only then, and never more. Fortitude, there is enough. She wants nothing to prove, nor of Salazar does she fear. Blood that is mixed, not Muggle and Magick, but of Ancient and Modern, no fear Hath she, so, as no house to fit best that I can see; I instead insist we leave it up to she."
"Well said, Hat. Your Decision, my dear."
"Made in a heart beat's time. To my Brother's House I will go, only this, as I say it is so." Giving a throaty laugh, before leaping into the arms of a handsome man. "Ok, Bastian Garson Lindsay."
Most of the female population, older or otherwise, noticed this boy, nearly man's ascent to the stool, almost as though it were a throne. He was tall, built and had an aura of presence that screamed 'Hero' or 'Knight'. With a collective female sigh, he took his seat.
"Hmm, tough choice like your sister, but I shall take your decision, None of this I pray, No more, Else, I shall place thee in Slytherin, Rather than this Man's Gryffindor!"
"Come Ry, though thou ist but 16, as am I, to the Table of your red dost this hat basically beacon and plead, for us two to lead." He took her arm hand in hand they walked, the Knight gallantly leading the Pirate to their places to sit.
All could hear the Pirate, "Ry", snort. "I think you need to stop reading Shakespeare Brother dear. Lord and Lady Below, now you have me doing it."
The two remaining children left to be sorted, started after their predecessors. One was angry, while the other merely smiled slightly. MacGonagoll called for silence, before resuming the calling of those to be sorted. "Arachnia Juliana Meehan."
The one who merely looked amused, walked forward, scanning the room, her eyes caught in the icy gaze of the Malfoy. On her little, eleven-year- old hand, sat a small diamond the exact color of his eyes. One word made it into her mind, as the Sorting hat took its place, "Beloved." Her hair was like the color of dark chocolate only richer, smoother and begged to be touched. Those eyes held wisdom and promise, within their silver depths.
The Hat groaned, then stated, "We have another No House, therefore, I stand by my intent, to Slytherin with you, be you snake or Mouse!"
She smiled at the hat. "Thank you."
"Adryan Jared Meehan."
The boy walked forward this time resolutely, squaring his shoulders, and lifting his head. He was a male replica of the girl, only lacking her confidence. "This one has something to prove, and will not be separated from his sister, Ahh, then to make all concerned happy, I shall happily place you in Slytherin."
Rising, he took Arachnia's arm, leading her formally to the Slytherin table, after she had stepped on his foot, and hissed at him. Fool! Harry caught in Parsaltongue. His mouth dropped open, as the word registered. He whispered, "They're Parsaltongues?" "Harry Potter.As in the famous living, breathing, walking bad luck magnet?" Most of the Hall went deadly silent at this rude comment, even the Slytherins, Ry sighed, "Poor dear, related to those," pointing to Morgana and Jessica, "weirdoes. I must say, you are holding right well chap. No offences but you all really need to lighten up, and all Potters are bad luck magnets, makes 'em stronger and stuff like that. Watch." She called something in Parsaltongue, only Harry and the new students caught, before throwing her dagger at Gin's head. Save her, mate.
Harry yanked Gin out of the way, as the knife embedded itself in his back. "Are you alright, Gin?"
"Harry, what?" She was lying on the floor, with the man of her dreams on top of her.oozing blood! "My GOD! Harry, what happened?"
"Ask the new bitch." He gestured to Ry.
"Thank you for the compliment! By the way, Gin-gin be a dear and retrieve my dagger for me, there's a good pup."
"I thought you would leave the Malfoy impressions for another night, sister dear." Bastian watched Ry sternly.
"I'm only putting something in the works. Just call me Aphrodite's messenger."
Across the room, Arachnia sighed, before snapping her fingers. The dagger materialized in her hand.
Ry screamed. "YOU OFFICIOUS PIG, GIVE THAT BACK!"
"Make me, blood thirsty wombat." Silver eyes clashed with Emerald ones, in a battle of wills.
"Enough, children. Eat before I take matters into my own talons, got it?" The new voice rang out through the hall. Turning towards the teachers' table, all saw Professors Fox and Dragon were standing, each with a disapproving glare in their eye. "Detentions with us every night for a month, to all those involved: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Ry Lindsay, Arachnia Meehan, Bastian Lindsay, and Draco Malfoy."
Dragon added sternly, "Also, for your reckless endangerment of students, all of you will be deducted 20 points from your houses. Now, move! Detention begins now!" Dragon swept from the hall, followed by the sullen students.
"Excuse us, please. Enjoy your meal Dumbledore, faculty and students." With the excuses made Professor Fox left the room.