Masked
Chapter 2
Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter! And we promise to try and get the next chapter up soon! We already have it written, we just have to type it. Thanks for being so patient!
Little note to all: Words in ' ' are thoughts not spoken words. Thanks!
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Clélia headed up to breakfast from the dungeons with Blaise Zambini. As they
walked into the Great Hall, she saw him again, 'Weasley.There's something about
him.' She shook her head and looked away.
Breakfast at the Slytherin table was loud because of all the people talking to her
for, even though she had only been at Hogwarts for one day, she was popular.
Clélia walked to Transfiguration, trying to hear the end of Draco's story over the noise of
the crowd. She hadn't expected it, but his story was really, quite fascinating. It was about
a surprise party his nanny had thrown for him for his birthday when he was little. It had a
sad ending because, Draco had lowered his voice for this part, his father had fired the
nanny because of this. Clélia wondered why everyone was trying to be her friend and
entrust her with information like Draco had.
She entered the classroom and sat down between Draco and Blaise. 'These guys
are better friends than I've ever had before. Maybe they would accept me for me.
Maybe I don't have to pretend anymore.' Thoughts like these led to thoughts about her
past, so she quickly redirected her mind to Professor McGonagall.
Clélia waltzed through the rest of the day, talking and laughing with her newly
made Slytherin friends. 'This isn't so bad,' she thought to herself as she finally collapsed
into bed after a long, but fairly satisfying day.
~
'Oh man! Why did I have to choose THIS seat?' Clélia asked herself. 'Why
couldn't I have chosen a seat near my friends?' She silently berated herself.
'And now I'm suck here for the rest of the year!' Clélia was in such a bad mood
that she didn't say anything to Harry when as she slammed her books down on their
table. He gave her a look, but didn't say anything.
"I would like to see how much you paid attention yesterday. Take out your notes
and follow the instructions for the potion I told you about." Snape, like Clélia, was in a
very bad mood. Harry and Clélia pulled out everything they needed. After a few sharp
words between them, Clélia started measuring and Harry started chopping ingredients,
now in silence. Pretty soon their cauldron was boiling and a surprisingly good smell was
wafting out of it.
Cauldrons all over the room were filling the air with sweet smells, spicy, like a
kitchen smells right after someone finishes baking sticky buns in it.
Suddenly, the liquid from Harry and Clélia's cauldron exploded all over the room and the
cauldron fell over and spilled the remaining liquid all over the feet of the Slytherins.
"Potter! What have you done this time?" Snape whispered harshly. Apparently he
couldn't speak louder than a whisper due to a certain amount of the potion that had gotten
in his mouth. "Everyone who was hit, come here for the antidote. And Potter, a weeks
worth of detention for causing this disruption."
"Professor, it wasn't his fault," Clélia said as she made her way up to the front
with a rapidly shrinking right hand and left leg, which caused her to limp quite a bit. "I
put the snake fangs in too early." Harry wondered why she was saying this, even though
it was true. Who would correct Snape? And get themselves in trouble at the same time?
"Then you will be joining Mr. Potter in detention for five days also."
"Professor." Harry began to speak but was quickly cut off by Snape.
"Yes, Potter, you still have a week of detention. You should have been paying
attention to what your partner was doing."
Harry, who was used to this kind of unfairness, accepted his punishment. Clélia,
however, couldn't believe how Snape was favoring her. Harry could tell she was
surprised and muttered under his breath, "Forget about it. He's always like this."
Since he wasn't looking forward to his detention, Harry's day sped by unnaturally
fast.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in their favorite chairs in the Gryffindor common
room that evening. Harry and Ron were talking about enchanting a hat so that it would
show your thoughts across the brim whenever you were wearing it. So far they had only
gotten it to turn green and flash every few seconds. Hermione, who was getting bored of
this, checked the time and looked at Harry.
"Harry, shouldn't you be in detention now?" Harry only widened his eyes and ran
out of the room, hearing a faint "Good luck" from Ron as he rushed towards the
dungeons. He met Clélia at the door of Snape's classroom and when they entered they
were surprised to see that Professor Sinistra was waiting for them.
"Come on, my dears. You have a long detention ahead of you and I don't want to
spend anymore time down here than I have to." Professor Sinistra started leading them
towards the Astronomy Tower. After a five-minute walk, they reached the tower where
she handed them a star chart and told them what they were to do.
"See these two planets? You have to make sure they don't switch places, and if
they do, write down the date and time. You will know if they have switched places
because the one that should be to the north has a reddish glow, and the other should be
more yellow. I will be back for you at two o' clock." She disappeared down the stairs.
"Oh great! Four hours of doing nothing." Clélia sighed.
"What? Would you rather hang out with your Slytherin friends?" Harry said
sarcastically, "What about spending time with your wonderful lab partner?" She snorted
at his comment. They sat in silence for a while, but after about half an hour or so they got
bored and started talking.
"So, Who's that Weasley kid you hang out with?" Clélia asked.
"Who, Ron?" Harry was confused.
"Yeah, I guess." Clélia tried to sound casual, but even to her own ears, her voice
sounded squeaky.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I dunno, it's just something to talk about." Clélia shrugged.
"Well then, how about we talk about you. I mean, you're the new student here." Harry didn't know why he was being so mean.
"What do you wanna know about me?" she asked, surprised that someone was interested in her.
"You know, what you like about it here, who your friends are, who your favorite
teacher is, what it was like at your old school, what you family's like, you know, just tell
me about yourself." His curiosity about her overcame his suspicions about her being a Slytherin.
"Well," she began, "My name is Clélia Dubois. I am 15. I used to live in France
and go to Beauxbatons. I came last year for the Triwizard tournament. I loved watching
it. I like astronomy the best. My favorite teacher is Flitwick. I think that was it."
"What about your family?" Harry figured that she had just forgotten.
"Well my mother's name is Adeline. She hasn't always been there for me. She's
hard to live with sometimes. She doesn't understand. She expects too much. She's
harsh." Clélia said this all in one breath and was just getting started, but then she said,
"Why am I telling you this?" She answered herself silently, 'Because you had to tell
someone. And he listened, well then again, how could he not. We ARE in detention
together. But he gave me the chance. And he asked. He wanted to know.'
Her face showed none of her emotions, but tears rolled down her cheeks. She
angrily flicked them off her face.
Harry didn't know what to do. He sat next to her and waited till the tears stopped.
As the tears subsided, the talking started up again. They talked about this and that,
everything and anything, except for Clélia's family.
Their conversation turned back to what they were supposed to be doing.
"I don't know why Professor Sinistra wants us to watch these two. They haven't
switched in at least 10 years," Clélia told Harry.
It was getting close to two am. "I take it the Slytherins don't like you,"
Clélia said. Harry smiled at her words.
"No, not really."
"They probably won't like it that I am on speaking terms with you."
"They don't have to know. Just make sure you don't slip and say anything!"
Harry joked with her.
"I won't." Clélia's eyes grew dark for a second, but they cleared before Harry
thought anything of it. Professor Sinistra walked in and told them that they were finished
and could be dismissed. After handing her the chart and leaving the tower, they both
agreed that she sounded way to awake for this late, or early, depending how you look at
it. They both broke into laughter, which soon turned into yawns. They bid each other
goodnight and went to their separate common rooms.
Clélia couldn't sleep, although she was really tired. She was thinking about what
happened during the detention. Harry had actually listened to her, and cared about what
she had said. No one had ever done this. She had never confided like this to anyone
either. He also shared his mind and his views.
When Clélia finally fell asleep, it was with a smile on her face, a smile so wide
that, when she woke up the next morning, her face hurt from smiling so hard.
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Well, that all, folks! Anyway, we (the authors) are so sorry about how long it took us to do this (like two years or something). We have had to work on this during moves, relocations, new homes, and new schools. It's been difficult but we have finally found a way to make this work! Hope you like this! The next chapter should be up in not too long a time! ~1/2 of Elmo
Chapter 2
Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter! And we promise to try and get the next chapter up soon! We already have it written, we just have to type it. Thanks for being so patient!
Little note to all: Words in ' ' are thoughts not spoken words. Thanks!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Clélia headed up to breakfast from the dungeons with Blaise Zambini. As they
walked into the Great Hall, she saw him again, 'Weasley.There's something about
him.' She shook her head and looked away.
Breakfast at the Slytherin table was loud because of all the people talking to her
for, even though she had only been at Hogwarts for one day, she was popular.
Clélia walked to Transfiguration, trying to hear the end of Draco's story over the noise of
the crowd. She hadn't expected it, but his story was really, quite fascinating. It was about
a surprise party his nanny had thrown for him for his birthday when he was little. It had a
sad ending because, Draco had lowered his voice for this part, his father had fired the
nanny because of this. Clélia wondered why everyone was trying to be her friend and
entrust her with information like Draco had.
She entered the classroom and sat down between Draco and Blaise. 'These guys
are better friends than I've ever had before. Maybe they would accept me for me.
Maybe I don't have to pretend anymore.' Thoughts like these led to thoughts about her
past, so she quickly redirected her mind to Professor McGonagall.
Clélia waltzed through the rest of the day, talking and laughing with her newly
made Slytherin friends. 'This isn't so bad,' she thought to herself as she finally collapsed
into bed after a long, but fairly satisfying day.
~
'Oh man! Why did I have to choose THIS seat?' Clélia asked herself. 'Why
couldn't I have chosen a seat near my friends?' She silently berated herself.
'And now I'm suck here for the rest of the year!' Clélia was in such a bad mood
that she didn't say anything to Harry when as she slammed her books down on their
table. He gave her a look, but didn't say anything.
"I would like to see how much you paid attention yesterday. Take out your notes
and follow the instructions for the potion I told you about." Snape, like Clélia, was in a
very bad mood. Harry and Clélia pulled out everything they needed. After a few sharp
words between them, Clélia started measuring and Harry started chopping ingredients,
now in silence. Pretty soon their cauldron was boiling and a surprisingly good smell was
wafting out of it.
Cauldrons all over the room were filling the air with sweet smells, spicy, like a
kitchen smells right after someone finishes baking sticky buns in it.
Suddenly, the liquid from Harry and Clélia's cauldron exploded all over the room and the
cauldron fell over and spilled the remaining liquid all over the feet of the Slytherins.
"Potter! What have you done this time?" Snape whispered harshly. Apparently he
couldn't speak louder than a whisper due to a certain amount of the potion that had gotten
in his mouth. "Everyone who was hit, come here for the antidote. And Potter, a weeks
worth of detention for causing this disruption."
"Professor, it wasn't his fault," Clélia said as she made her way up to the front
with a rapidly shrinking right hand and left leg, which caused her to limp quite a bit. "I
put the snake fangs in too early." Harry wondered why she was saying this, even though
it was true. Who would correct Snape? And get themselves in trouble at the same time?
"Then you will be joining Mr. Potter in detention for five days also."
"Professor." Harry began to speak but was quickly cut off by Snape.
"Yes, Potter, you still have a week of detention. You should have been paying
attention to what your partner was doing."
Harry, who was used to this kind of unfairness, accepted his punishment. Clélia,
however, couldn't believe how Snape was favoring her. Harry could tell she was
surprised and muttered under his breath, "Forget about it. He's always like this."
Since he wasn't looking forward to his detention, Harry's day sped by unnaturally
fast.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in their favorite chairs in the Gryffindor common
room that evening. Harry and Ron were talking about enchanting a hat so that it would
show your thoughts across the brim whenever you were wearing it. So far they had only
gotten it to turn green and flash every few seconds. Hermione, who was getting bored of
this, checked the time and looked at Harry.
"Harry, shouldn't you be in detention now?" Harry only widened his eyes and ran
out of the room, hearing a faint "Good luck" from Ron as he rushed towards the
dungeons. He met Clélia at the door of Snape's classroom and when they entered they
were surprised to see that Professor Sinistra was waiting for them.
"Come on, my dears. You have a long detention ahead of you and I don't want to
spend anymore time down here than I have to." Professor Sinistra started leading them
towards the Astronomy Tower. After a five-minute walk, they reached the tower where
she handed them a star chart and told them what they were to do.
"See these two planets? You have to make sure they don't switch places, and if
they do, write down the date and time. You will know if they have switched places
because the one that should be to the north has a reddish glow, and the other should be
more yellow. I will be back for you at two o' clock." She disappeared down the stairs.
"Oh great! Four hours of doing nothing." Clélia sighed.
"What? Would you rather hang out with your Slytherin friends?" Harry said
sarcastically, "What about spending time with your wonderful lab partner?" She snorted
at his comment. They sat in silence for a while, but after about half an hour or so they got
bored and started talking.
"So, Who's that Weasley kid you hang out with?" Clélia asked.
"Who, Ron?" Harry was confused.
"Yeah, I guess." Clélia tried to sound casual, but even to her own ears, her voice
sounded squeaky.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I dunno, it's just something to talk about." Clélia shrugged.
"Well then, how about we talk about you. I mean, you're the new student here." Harry didn't know why he was being so mean.
"What do you wanna know about me?" she asked, surprised that someone was interested in her.
"You know, what you like about it here, who your friends are, who your favorite
teacher is, what it was like at your old school, what you family's like, you know, just tell
me about yourself." His curiosity about her overcame his suspicions about her being a Slytherin.
"Well," she began, "My name is Clélia Dubois. I am 15. I used to live in France
and go to Beauxbatons. I came last year for the Triwizard tournament. I loved watching
it. I like astronomy the best. My favorite teacher is Flitwick. I think that was it."
"What about your family?" Harry figured that she had just forgotten.
"Well my mother's name is Adeline. She hasn't always been there for me. She's
hard to live with sometimes. She doesn't understand. She expects too much. She's
harsh." Clélia said this all in one breath and was just getting started, but then she said,
"Why am I telling you this?" She answered herself silently, 'Because you had to tell
someone. And he listened, well then again, how could he not. We ARE in detention
together. But he gave me the chance. And he asked. He wanted to know.'
Her face showed none of her emotions, but tears rolled down her cheeks. She
angrily flicked them off her face.
Harry didn't know what to do. He sat next to her and waited till the tears stopped.
As the tears subsided, the talking started up again. They talked about this and that,
everything and anything, except for Clélia's family.
Their conversation turned back to what they were supposed to be doing.
"I don't know why Professor Sinistra wants us to watch these two. They haven't
switched in at least 10 years," Clélia told Harry.
It was getting close to two am. "I take it the Slytherins don't like you,"
Clélia said. Harry smiled at her words.
"No, not really."
"They probably won't like it that I am on speaking terms with you."
"They don't have to know. Just make sure you don't slip and say anything!"
Harry joked with her.
"I won't." Clélia's eyes grew dark for a second, but they cleared before Harry
thought anything of it. Professor Sinistra walked in and told them that they were finished
and could be dismissed. After handing her the chart and leaving the tower, they both
agreed that she sounded way to awake for this late, or early, depending how you look at
it. They both broke into laughter, which soon turned into yawns. They bid each other
goodnight and went to their separate common rooms.
Clélia couldn't sleep, although she was really tired. She was thinking about what
happened during the detention. Harry had actually listened to her, and cared about what
she had said. No one had ever done this. She had never confided like this to anyone
either. He also shared his mind and his views.
When Clélia finally fell asleep, it was with a smile on her face, a smile so wide
that, when she woke up the next morning, her face hurt from smiling so hard.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, that all, folks! Anyway, we (the authors) are so sorry about how long it took us to do this (like two years or something). We have had to work on this during moves, relocations, new homes, and new schools. It's been difficult but we have finally found a way to make this work! Hope you like this! The next chapter should be up in not too long a time! ~1/2 of Elmo