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
Breakfast: The Most Important Meal Of The Day
"Phew! All in a day's time. Too much to remember!" complained Millie as she plopped onto the common room couch. "What was the password for the 'Mad Lady' again?"
Bayard gave her a weary smile.
"It's 'Honeyduke', and it's not the 'Mad Lady', it's the 'Fat Lady'."
Millie sighed.
"You see my point?" she then turned to Raven, who was standing by the window, looking out at the lake. "What _are_ you staring at? Hope it's not a _guy_."
Bayard tensed up at that comment. Raven gave Millie a dirty glare.
"No." she said flatly (Bayard relaxed). "It's just that the lake is so. beautiful."
Bayard walked over and stood beside her.
"So are you." he mumbled.
"What?"
"N-Nothing."
*****
Guthrie laid on the biggest couch in the Slytherin common room and rested while the rest of the students were busy getting unpacked in their dormitories. A beginning of another school year to him was a release from having to spend time with his father, which he loathed so dearly. But he did, however, miss his mother, who showered him with praise and love while his bastard father feed him insults and detestation.
He sighed at the thought of the holidays to come, which caught the eye of a certain female.
"Hi handsome." It was Desdemona, the now apparent 'hot chick' of Slytherin. She may have had a pretty face, but she was still just twelve, and way too superficial for his liking. Guthrie paid no attention to her and continued resting with his eyes closed. Desdemona frowned at the lanky boy and gave him a tap on the chest.
Guthrie opened one eye in annoyance and glared at her.
"What?" he whispered threateningly. Desdemona was not taken aback. Instead, she moved closed.
"You're a Malfoy, right?" Guthrie didn't answer, but it was bland obvious judging by his physical appearance. The first thing that went into Desdemona's head was 'money', then Guthrie's good looks struck her and it made her what him even more. "Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked with arrogance dripping off her words. Guthrie was not interested and therefore did not reply. The girl was angered by the fact that she is not getting something she wants, but it just made her long for him more. She was determined to conquer and time was not an obstacle.
Figuring out that it was pointless to make a move at this time, she turned around, swayed her hips from side to side seductively and made her way to her dorm. It was hard to believe she was so young if not for the fact her body shape was not so developed yet.
Guthrie mused at the overconfident female and thought to himself, 'Slut'.
*****
"Hey did anyone notice that Dursley chick?"
The three of them were now alone in the common room and it was Bayard who asked the question.
Millie gave him a despicable look.
"What is wrong with the whole male population?! Just because the girl is, in inverted comers, 'hot', doesn't make her a better person."
"I wasn't _talking_ about that!" Bayard protested, afraid that Raven might get the wrong idea. "I was referring to the fact that she's a _Dursley_!"
Raven gave them a thoughtful look.
"You're right. I was thinking about that too. Dursley. Dursley. Where have I heard it from? Dur. DUDLEY DURSLEY!" she exclaimed as realisation hit her in waves. "My dad's cousin! You know, the one that always bullied him!"
Bayard gave Millie the 'I-told-you-so' look and she shot daggers at him.
"You mean _THAT_ guy?" Millie questioned. "But my dad said that he hates the magical world. So his daughter is a Muggle-born wizard. How bizarre."
Raven looked doubtful. Her dad told him before of how his Aunt's whole family despises everything about magic, and she doubted, being as evil as they were, they would have produced a witch (being a Muggle), unless Dudley was married to one, or Desdemona Dursley is completely unrelated to Dudley.
She decided that it was pointless to just discuss the issue without solid evidence to study. It was agreed that they will continue the discussion later and they all went back to their dorms.
*****
Just before the Gryffindor students begun to rush down to the Great Hall to nourish their stomachs, a tall middle aged woman stopped the children in their tracks. Dressed in a multi-coloured robe she wore a witch hat that had a galaxy constantly rotating in it. Her hair was a shade bright purple and tied in two pigtails. You couldn't miss her even if she was a mile away.
Smiling in a gleeful manner, she introduced herself.
"Hello children, my name is Professor Alta. Deepest apologies I was not here yesterday for I had personal affairs to attend to. I am to take over Professor McGonagall, who had decided to retire, which mean I am now the Deputy Headmistress, your new Head of Gryffindor and the new Transfiguration teacher."
The children looked at each other in disbelief. This lady was going to be their house head and their Transfigurations teacher? Is she even capable?
Professor Alta smiled again.
"Trust me children," she chirped, as if reading their minds. "I am very much qualified to be a teacher and I am a patriotic former Gryffindor. We'll get along just fine." With that said, she herded the students down to the Great Hall.
*****
Desdemona swayed her hips as usual as she advanced to the Slytherin table, specifically next to Guthrie. He eyed her with indifference as she lowered herself on the seat next to him. She was doing it as elegant as possible, hoping that the uncaring Guthrie would notice. He did, but did not seem to bother, but Desdemona did catch the attention of the rest of the horny male (and even some female) Slytherins.
Guthrie watched as a flood of Gryffindor students came rushing into the Great Hall, increasing the noise levels dramatically.
"What a barbaric bunch." Grunted Desdemona (but in a sophisticated way of course, or rather, in an egotistical way.).
Out of the many, Guthrie spotted the girl with jet black and for ever messy hair. Next to her were his cousins, one laughing loudly at a joke while the other scratched his head pathetically and blushed wildly. His gaze quickly returned to Raven as she sat down at her house table and began her meal.
He was genuinely interested in her for she is the daughter of Harry Potter, who was savior of the Wizarding World, long time enemy of his father and the first crush of his mother. He was going to have a lot of fun with this Raven girl.
He rested his head on his arm as he watched her, somewhat engrossed in her every movement. The way she held her fork in an obscure manner, how she eats her toast with what looks like a chocolate spread (NUTELLA!), how she, with a quick movement, swapped her sausage with her neighbor's (.. Longbottom) bacon.
His thoughts were distracted when a sea of white, brown and grey owls (and an eagle) bombarded the hall. He watched as a striking white owl with amber eyes landed next to Raven. His eyes stopped their focus on her when his father's majestic eagle nipped him on the hand, attempting to get his attention. He took the parchment tied on his leg and began to read it.
Guthrie,
You better get better grades this year. Stop being a nuisance. Your mother is worried sick about you. Write back to her and tell her how you are.
(Stamped) Draco Malfoy
'Ahh.' He thought. 'So brief. So emotionless. So redundant.' He was going to write back to his mother anyway. 'Stupid old fool.'
*****
"Hedwig!" Raven was delighted to see her dad's owl. She petted the bird and unbounded the package on her leg. It was a box of chocolate frogs and a letter.
Dear Raven,
Your mother is going crazy thinking about you, she woke up in the middle of the night fussing about 'how many toothbrushes did Raven take' and such. Having a good time dear? Are you in Gryffindor? Anything interesting you'd like to tell me? Well, miss you lots honey, take care!
Daddy
P.S. Share the chocolate frogs with friends, don't be a pig!
Raven grinned and tucked the letter away. Speaking of pig, the Weasley family's pet owl, Pig, also arrived, bringing with him a small box. Inside it was.
"Scabbers Junior!" Millie instantly took the small yellow rat out of the box. It gathered it's paws and frantically climb onto Millie's shoulder. Bayard grabbed Scabbers Jr., much to Millie's disliking.
"Hey!"
Bayard raised an eyebrow. "He's _our_ familiar. Quit hogging it."
Millie grimace as she reached out to grab the rat and Bayard pulled away, making Scabbers Jr. out of her reach. This continued until it was settled that Scabbers Jr. will stay in the box until further arrangements are made.
Raven chortled at the twins as she passed her chocolates around to all her new found friends. Commotion arose when a parchment appeared in front of every student in the room. Bayard grabbed it and his expression dulled down.
"Eat up people," he said forcefully. "Our first lesson is Potions. with Professor Snape."
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Next Chapter: "Potter's daughter?"
"Yes sir."
"I was hoping that he wouldn't produce more of his kind.
disgusting mongrels."
Author's Note: Thanks for the people that reviewed (which is not many, *sniff*). I'm getting Guthrie confused with Draco a lot! It's so annoying! But anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! More coming soon (Hopefully)!
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
Breakfast: The Most Important Meal Of The Day
"Phew! All in a day's time. Too much to remember!" complained Millie as she plopped onto the common room couch. "What was the password for the 'Mad Lady' again?"
Bayard gave her a weary smile.
"It's 'Honeyduke', and it's not the 'Mad Lady', it's the 'Fat Lady'."
Millie sighed.
"You see my point?" she then turned to Raven, who was standing by the window, looking out at the lake. "What _are_ you staring at? Hope it's not a _guy_."
Bayard tensed up at that comment. Raven gave Millie a dirty glare.
"No." she said flatly (Bayard relaxed). "It's just that the lake is so. beautiful."
Bayard walked over and stood beside her.
"So are you." he mumbled.
"What?"
"N-Nothing."
*****
Guthrie laid on the biggest couch in the Slytherin common room and rested while the rest of the students were busy getting unpacked in their dormitories. A beginning of another school year to him was a release from having to spend time with his father, which he loathed so dearly. But he did, however, miss his mother, who showered him with praise and love while his bastard father feed him insults and detestation.
He sighed at the thought of the holidays to come, which caught the eye of a certain female.
"Hi handsome." It was Desdemona, the now apparent 'hot chick' of Slytherin. She may have had a pretty face, but she was still just twelve, and way too superficial for his liking. Guthrie paid no attention to her and continued resting with his eyes closed. Desdemona frowned at the lanky boy and gave him a tap on the chest.
Guthrie opened one eye in annoyance and glared at her.
"What?" he whispered threateningly. Desdemona was not taken aback. Instead, she moved closed.
"You're a Malfoy, right?" Guthrie didn't answer, but it was bland obvious judging by his physical appearance. The first thing that went into Desdemona's head was 'money', then Guthrie's good looks struck her and it made her what him even more. "Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked with arrogance dripping off her words. Guthrie was not interested and therefore did not reply. The girl was angered by the fact that she is not getting something she wants, but it just made her long for him more. She was determined to conquer and time was not an obstacle.
Figuring out that it was pointless to make a move at this time, she turned around, swayed her hips from side to side seductively and made her way to her dorm. It was hard to believe she was so young if not for the fact her body shape was not so developed yet.
Guthrie mused at the overconfident female and thought to himself, 'Slut'.
*****
"Hey did anyone notice that Dursley chick?"
The three of them were now alone in the common room and it was Bayard who asked the question.
Millie gave him a despicable look.
"What is wrong with the whole male population?! Just because the girl is, in inverted comers, 'hot', doesn't make her a better person."
"I wasn't _talking_ about that!" Bayard protested, afraid that Raven might get the wrong idea. "I was referring to the fact that she's a _Dursley_!"
Raven gave them a thoughtful look.
"You're right. I was thinking about that too. Dursley. Dursley. Where have I heard it from? Dur. DUDLEY DURSLEY!" she exclaimed as realisation hit her in waves. "My dad's cousin! You know, the one that always bullied him!"
Bayard gave Millie the 'I-told-you-so' look and she shot daggers at him.
"You mean _THAT_ guy?" Millie questioned. "But my dad said that he hates the magical world. So his daughter is a Muggle-born wizard. How bizarre."
Raven looked doubtful. Her dad told him before of how his Aunt's whole family despises everything about magic, and she doubted, being as evil as they were, they would have produced a witch (being a Muggle), unless Dudley was married to one, or Desdemona Dursley is completely unrelated to Dudley.
She decided that it was pointless to just discuss the issue without solid evidence to study. It was agreed that they will continue the discussion later and they all went back to their dorms.
*****
Just before the Gryffindor students begun to rush down to the Great Hall to nourish their stomachs, a tall middle aged woman stopped the children in their tracks. Dressed in a multi-coloured robe she wore a witch hat that had a galaxy constantly rotating in it. Her hair was a shade bright purple and tied in two pigtails. You couldn't miss her even if she was a mile away.
Smiling in a gleeful manner, she introduced herself.
"Hello children, my name is Professor Alta. Deepest apologies I was not here yesterday for I had personal affairs to attend to. I am to take over Professor McGonagall, who had decided to retire, which mean I am now the Deputy Headmistress, your new Head of Gryffindor and the new Transfiguration teacher."
The children looked at each other in disbelief. This lady was going to be their house head and their Transfigurations teacher? Is she even capable?
Professor Alta smiled again.
"Trust me children," she chirped, as if reading their minds. "I am very much qualified to be a teacher and I am a patriotic former Gryffindor. We'll get along just fine." With that said, she herded the students down to the Great Hall.
*****
Desdemona swayed her hips as usual as she advanced to the Slytherin table, specifically next to Guthrie. He eyed her with indifference as she lowered herself on the seat next to him. She was doing it as elegant as possible, hoping that the uncaring Guthrie would notice. He did, but did not seem to bother, but Desdemona did catch the attention of the rest of the horny male (and even some female) Slytherins.
Guthrie watched as a flood of Gryffindor students came rushing into the Great Hall, increasing the noise levels dramatically.
"What a barbaric bunch." Grunted Desdemona (but in a sophisticated way of course, or rather, in an egotistical way.).
Out of the many, Guthrie spotted the girl with jet black and for ever messy hair. Next to her were his cousins, one laughing loudly at a joke while the other scratched his head pathetically and blushed wildly. His gaze quickly returned to Raven as she sat down at her house table and began her meal.
He was genuinely interested in her for she is the daughter of Harry Potter, who was savior of the Wizarding World, long time enemy of his father and the first crush of his mother. He was going to have a lot of fun with this Raven girl.
He rested his head on his arm as he watched her, somewhat engrossed in her every movement. The way she held her fork in an obscure manner, how she eats her toast with what looks like a chocolate spread (NUTELLA!), how she, with a quick movement, swapped her sausage with her neighbor's (.. Longbottom) bacon.
His thoughts were distracted when a sea of white, brown and grey owls (and an eagle) bombarded the hall. He watched as a striking white owl with amber eyes landed next to Raven. His eyes stopped their focus on her when his father's majestic eagle nipped him on the hand, attempting to get his attention. He took the parchment tied on his leg and began to read it.
Guthrie,
You better get better grades this year. Stop being a nuisance. Your mother is worried sick about you. Write back to her and tell her how you are.
(Stamped) Draco Malfoy
'Ahh.' He thought. 'So brief. So emotionless. So redundant.' He was going to write back to his mother anyway. 'Stupid old fool.'
*****
"Hedwig!" Raven was delighted to see her dad's owl. She petted the bird and unbounded the package on her leg. It was a box of chocolate frogs and a letter.
Dear Raven,
Your mother is going crazy thinking about you, she woke up in the middle of the night fussing about 'how many toothbrushes did Raven take' and such. Having a good time dear? Are you in Gryffindor? Anything interesting you'd like to tell me? Well, miss you lots honey, take care!
Daddy
P.S. Share the chocolate frogs with friends, don't be a pig!
Raven grinned and tucked the letter away. Speaking of pig, the Weasley family's pet owl, Pig, also arrived, bringing with him a small box. Inside it was.
"Scabbers Junior!" Millie instantly took the small yellow rat out of the box. It gathered it's paws and frantically climb onto Millie's shoulder. Bayard grabbed Scabbers Jr., much to Millie's disliking.
"Hey!"
Bayard raised an eyebrow. "He's _our_ familiar. Quit hogging it."
Millie grimace as she reached out to grab the rat and Bayard pulled away, making Scabbers Jr. out of her reach. This continued until it was settled that Scabbers Jr. will stay in the box until further arrangements are made.
Raven chortled at the twins as she passed her chocolates around to all her new found friends. Commotion arose when a parchment appeared in front of every student in the room. Bayard grabbed it and his expression dulled down.
"Eat up people," he said forcefully. "Our first lesson is Potions. with Professor Snape."
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Next Chapter: "Potter's daughter?"
"Yes sir."
"I was hoping that he wouldn't produce more of his kind.
disgusting mongrels."
Author's Note: Thanks for the people that reviewed (which is not many, *sniff*). I'm getting Guthrie confused with Draco a lot! It's so annoying! But anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! More coming soon (Hopefully)!