Legal Jargon: I bow down to J.K. Rowling's feet and beg for her forgiveness
as I take her characters from behind her back and use it in this story:
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny, (and although I'd hate to say it) Draco
and some other characters are not mine!
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
When The Black Bird Met The War Serpent
The train sped off in a velocity that was surprisingly slow for a magical train, but it was not that it was a bad thing. Raven leaned against the window as she tried to get a glimpse of her parents before not seeing them for about a year. Tears trickled down her eyes as she saw her mom and dad wave at her.
". I'll miss you guys." she muttered faintly. It was rather embarrassing to be crying on a train loaded with children in the same situation as she was, but she didn't care. She has never been this far away from home before. 'Come on Raven, pull yourself together. You're the daughter of Harry Potter, THE Harry Potter! Don't let people see you as a wuss. Be brave, or the Sorting Hat would sort you to sissy Hufflepuff!'
With that thought in mind, she wiped away her tears, turned around and smiled at the Weasley twins. "Now," she chirped. "Shall we go and find an empty compartment?"
*****
In a spare compartment, it was bonding time for the three future students of Hogwarts.
"So, Raven," Bayard managed shyly. "What's. what's your favourite colour."
Millie gave her brother a 'you're-so-pathetic-how-can-we-be-related' look as Raven just smiled with understanding and said, "Green".
Bayard beamed.
"Really? Coz my favourite colour is Yellow. Blue and Yellow makes green. Isn't that close?"
Raven laughed while Millie just shook her head in disgust.
*****
On her way to the toilet, Raven approached a compartment and inside contained something that left her spellbound. She hid outside of it, behind a wooden barrier, and lurked.
*****
Guthrie laid his head back as he inhaled his cigarette and exhaled again in a sigh. His posture could had been condemned by his mother as he sat slouch-backed, one leg up on the seat and his other leg outstretch, his foot touching the other seat (long legs). His arms rested on the top of the seat, only moving one of them when he needed to take another drag from the smoke.
The compartment was empty and he thought over what his father had said to him.
'What was it, "Don't be a sissy at school, bully more people and for god sakes get some better grades so you don't shame this family. I also hear that Potter's child is going to Hogwarts this year. DON'T you DARE warm up to her! Do all you can to make her miserable, do you understand, brat?".'
'Blah,' he thought to himself. 'Asshole. I don't know why mom married him. Hmph! Like I'm gonna do what _he_ says. Over my dead fucking body.' Then his mind began to wonder. 'Harry Potter's daughter?' he started to think back. 'Was she the girl that was staring at me?' He guffawed inwardly at the thought of a Potter finding him interesting.
As he proceeded to take another drag, something caught his eye. Something black and bushy.
He smirked to himself (yes, that trademark Malfoy smirk) as he said loudly, "You can just come in instead of performing espionage like a Russian spy."
*****
Raven jumped. He had spotted her. She contemplated on running, but her own curiosity stopped her. Timidly, she wondered from her hiding place into his compartment. She looked at him, he was not looking at her as his yes were closed and a smirk could still be seen on his pale face.
Raven did not want to get too cozy, for the fact that it might irritate him, so she just stood in the way of the door but was close enough that they could have a conversation.
Guthrie knew exactly who she was, but just for kicks, he decided to ask the most fundamental question.
"And you are?"
Raven tensed up at the sound of his voice. It was more masculine than what she expected, even when he was talking before. She cleared her throat and answered him.
"Raven."
He looked up at her.
"Raven.?" He gestured for her to continue.
"Raven Potter."
Guthrie chuckled.
"Then in that case, you should get out."
Raven was shocked by his insolence. She placed her hands on her hips and her legs parted slightly, signaling that she was annoyed. She was timid no more.
"And why is that?" she asked in a tone that was somewhat threatening.
Guthrie sat up.
"The name is Guthrie."
Raven raised an eyebrow.
"Guthrie Louis M-A-L-F-O-Y." he continued as he (literally) spelt it out to her.
Raven tapped her foot, arms now crossed.
"Is that it?" she asked, as though it was nothing unusual.
Guthrie looked at the ash accumulated floor.
"In case you aren't aware of it, my family hate your family and vice versa." He looked up at her again. "Don't you _care_?"
Raven smirked. A smirk that could have matched any Malfoy.
"Isn't it obvious I don't?"
Guthrie was now far beyond impressed with Raven, this young gutsy girl.
'She's really got spunk.' He thought. He loosen himself a bit. "Would you like to sit down?" he asked.
"I." was all Raven could manage before she heard a voice in the background.
"Raven!"
It was Bayard in the distance. 'He's a Weasley,' she thought. 'he'd freak if she saw a Malfoy.'
"... better go now." She finished. "See you at school."
With that, she rushed out of the compartment and proceeded to go back to her own one, leaving Guthrie with a taste of what was it would be like with her at school. This could be better that he had thought. He can use her to spite his father. He leaned back onto his seat again.
'Things are going to get a lot more interesting.'
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Next Chapter: As the Hogwarts Express arrives at the destination, the atmosphere could only be described as magical. May the first years please proceed to the Great Hall. Let the sorting begin!
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did. Yet again, I fear it to be a bit short, but hey, this whole story is going to be pretty long. I have lots more to write so stay tuned! (BTW, did anyone notice that all my made-up character's names have meanings to them? Raven = Black Bird, Guthrie = War Serpent. So don't complain about the names sounding awful!)
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
When The Black Bird Met The War Serpent
The train sped off in a velocity that was surprisingly slow for a magical train, but it was not that it was a bad thing. Raven leaned against the window as she tried to get a glimpse of her parents before not seeing them for about a year. Tears trickled down her eyes as she saw her mom and dad wave at her.
". I'll miss you guys." she muttered faintly. It was rather embarrassing to be crying on a train loaded with children in the same situation as she was, but she didn't care. She has never been this far away from home before. 'Come on Raven, pull yourself together. You're the daughter of Harry Potter, THE Harry Potter! Don't let people see you as a wuss. Be brave, or the Sorting Hat would sort you to sissy Hufflepuff!'
With that thought in mind, she wiped away her tears, turned around and smiled at the Weasley twins. "Now," she chirped. "Shall we go and find an empty compartment?"
*****
In a spare compartment, it was bonding time for the three future students of Hogwarts.
"So, Raven," Bayard managed shyly. "What's. what's your favourite colour."
Millie gave her brother a 'you're-so-pathetic-how-can-we-be-related' look as Raven just smiled with understanding and said, "Green".
Bayard beamed.
"Really? Coz my favourite colour is Yellow. Blue and Yellow makes green. Isn't that close?"
Raven laughed while Millie just shook her head in disgust.
*****
On her way to the toilet, Raven approached a compartment and inside contained something that left her spellbound. She hid outside of it, behind a wooden barrier, and lurked.
*****
Guthrie laid his head back as he inhaled his cigarette and exhaled again in a sigh. His posture could had been condemned by his mother as he sat slouch-backed, one leg up on the seat and his other leg outstretch, his foot touching the other seat (long legs). His arms rested on the top of the seat, only moving one of them when he needed to take another drag from the smoke.
The compartment was empty and he thought over what his father had said to him.
'What was it, "Don't be a sissy at school, bully more people and for god sakes get some better grades so you don't shame this family. I also hear that Potter's child is going to Hogwarts this year. DON'T you DARE warm up to her! Do all you can to make her miserable, do you understand, brat?".'
'Blah,' he thought to himself. 'Asshole. I don't know why mom married him. Hmph! Like I'm gonna do what _he_ says. Over my dead fucking body.' Then his mind began to wonder. 'Harry Potter's daughter?' he started to think back. 'Was she the girl that was staring at me?' He guffawed inwardly at the thought of a Potter finding him interesting.
As he proceeded to take another drag, something caught his eye. Something black and bushy.
He smirked to himself (yes, that trademark Malfoy smirk) as he said loudly, "You can just come in instead of performing espionage like a Russian spy."
*****
Raven jumped. He had spotted her. She contemplated on running, but her own curiosity stopped her. Timidly, she wondered from her hiding place into his compartment. She looked at him, he was not looking at her as his yes were closed and a smirk could still be seen on his pale face.
Raven did not want to get too cozy, for the fact that it might irritate him, so she just stood in the way of the door but was close enough that they could have a conversation.
Guthrie knew exactly who she was, but just for kicks, he decided to ask the most fundamental question.
"And you are?"
Raven tensed up at the sound of his voice. It was more masculine than what she expected, even when he was talking before. She cleared her throat and answered him.
"Raven."
He looked up at her.
"Raven.?" He gestured for her to continue.
"Raven Potter."
Guthrie chuckled.
"Then in that case, you should get out."
Raven was shocked by his insolence. She placed her hands on her hips and her legs parted slightly, signaling that she was annoyed. She was timid no more.
"And why is that?" she asked in a tone that was somewhat threatening.
Guthrie sat up.
"The name is Guthrie."
Raven raised an eyebrow.
"Guthrie Louis M-A-L-F-O-Y." he continued as he (literally) spelt it out to her.
Raven tapped her foot, arms now crossed.
"Is that it?" she asked, as though it was nothing unusual.
Guthrie looked at the ash accumulated floor.
"In case you aren't aware of it, my family hate your family and vice versa." He looked up at her again. "Don't you _care_?"
Raven smirked. A smirk that could have matched any Malfoy.
"Isn't it obvious I don't?"
Guthrie was now far beyond impressed with Raven, this young gutsy girl.
'She's really got spunk.' He thought. He loosen himself a bit. "Would you like to sit down?" he asked.
"I." was all Raven could manage before she heard a voice in the background.
"Raven!"
It was Bayard in the distance. 'He's a Weasley,' she thought. 'he'd freak if she saw a Malfoy.'
"... better go now." She finished. "See you at school."
With that, she rushed out of the compartment and proceeded to go back to her own one, leaving Guthrie with a taste of what was it would be like with her at school. This could be better that he had thought. He can use her to spite his father. He leaned back onto his seat again.
'Things are going to get a lot more interesting.'
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Next Chapter: As the Hogwarts Express arrives at the destination, the atmosphere could only be described as magical. May the first years please proceed to the Great Hall. Let the sorting begin!
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did. Yet again, I fear it to be a bit short, but hey, this whole story is going to be pretty long. I have lots more to write so stay tuned! (BTW, did anyone notice that all my made-up character's names have meanings to them? Raven = Black Bird, Guthrie = War Serpent. So don't complain about the names sounding awful!)