Cinderella: a Hogwarts Version
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Author's Note: Thanks to all those who reviewed.
Chapter
Two: Slytherins Full of Shit
"Thank God that bastard
finally left! I can't believe he's Slytherin's prefect! We're
in for hell this year," Ryan burst out just as Damien had
left.
"Take a chill pill," Chloe said. "We're
not the ones who're gonna suffer, we're the ones who're gonna raise a
whole lot'ta hell for him." She grinned deviously. She
definitely had something in mind.
"Babe with an attitude
- how could I not love you?" Jason smirked. "So, you gonna
let us in on your plans?"
"Or are we gonna have to
play innocent and wait?" Eric put in.
"Take a
guess."
"Aw Chloe, come on! We're the new generation
Marauders. Our sole purpose is to follow in the footsteps of the
original Marauders in extreme rule- breaking. We do not play
innocent!" Jason whined.
"Well you're gonna have to
learn to live with it darling," she smirked back.
Fifteen
minutes later, the Hogwarts Express pulled up at the station in
Hogsmeade. The sky was a deep blue and the rain clouds were
threatening to pour down. Thunder was heard and lightning seen.
Evidently a storm was to come.
As soon as the steam engine
came to a halt, the students made a mad rush towards the exits, so as
to end up with a good carriage for the rest of the journey towards
the castle.
Despite how crowded the corridors now were, Chloe
and the other three had miraculously managed to push their way
through the barrier of students, and off the train.
The chilly
night breeze blew against Chloe's cheek, giving her the sensation of
freshness. An hour in a stuffy compartment had filled her lungs with
stale air and she was dying to let it all go.
"Chloe,
over here!" Ryan called out. His head was stuck out of one of
the many horse-less carriages lined in a perfect row.
She made
her way towards him. But a few steps later, someone had bumped into
her. She staggered back slightly before regaining balance.
"Whoops,
my mistake - oh it's you." She emphasized the 'you' and
made it out in a sort of disgusted tone. Amongst all people she could
have bumped into, it had to be Malfoy.
"I totally agree
that it was your mistake. Watch where you're bloody hell going!"
Damien snapped.
"Me watch where I'm going?! Bloody
idiot, you were the one who should watch where you're
going! They're called eyes - use them!" Chloe spat out.
"I
don't need fucking advice from a bitch like you!"
"And
I don't need a life with a screwed bastard like you ruining
it!"
"Well go end it all and jump of a freakin'
cliff!"
"It would be a lot easier to get rid of you
instead!"
"Go to hell!"
"Been
there, done that."
At that point, Chloe drew out her
wand, and so did Damien. Students around them turned, eager to watch
the duel.
"Rictusempra!" Chloe yelled, brandishing
her wand.
A silver jet of light shot out of her wand tip and
hit Damien in the chest. The collision caused him to fall hard on his
back. Pain was obviously felt as he was gasping for breath. Without
wasting much time, he quickly stood up and shouted,
"Velosiriaptus!"
Three balls of green flames
appeared and aimed themselves towards Chloe. She managed to duck the
first, but was rather unlucky with the next two. One hit her left arm
and the other, her shoulder. The impact felt like strong punches and
the skin beneath burned at the touch.
"Wha' the hell's
goin' on 'ere?" Hagrid, the half-giant Keeper of Keys at
Hogwarts asked as he stepped up to the two teenagers.
"She
started it," Damien answered through gritted teeth, nodding in
Chloe's direction.
"You tempted me," Chloe
shot.
They glared at each other for a few silent
seconds.
Hagrid sighed. "Dumbledore's gonna haf ter hear
'bout this," he said quietly to the both. "Now off yer
go."
Chloe got up and walked towards the carriage where
Ryan and the others were in.
"You okay?" he asked as
she sat down.
"Yeah, nothing to it," she replied,
dismissing the subject.
Twenty minutes later, the
Great Hall was packed with students. The four house tables, crowded
as ever and every member of staff were present.
The sorting
ceremony had just ended and Dumbledore had just made his short
speech. Instantly, food appeared out of nowhere as Dumbledore clapped
his hands twice. The feast began immediately.
"First day
of school," Eric whispered with a grin to his three friends. "We
all know what that means, right?"
"I've been waiting
all day for it," Jason grinned back.
"Time?"
Ryan asked.
"Midnight," Chloe answered.
"Perfect."
Eric nodded in agreement.
"Hey Ryan, you gonna eat that?"
Shane Carter interrupted, indicating to the last chicken wing on
Ryan's plate.
"He's not, but I am," Jason said,
grabbing it and taking a big bite.
"Dick head!" Ryan
shouted. "Fuck you!"
"Put a sock in it,"
Jason mumbled through a full mouth, some chicken pieces spraying
out.
Chloe's digital watch alarm went off. Her
blankets softened the high beeps emitted from the muggle device, thus
making her the only girl in her dormitory to hear it. She gave it a
quick check, and '12:00AM' was clearly shown.
She pulled off
her blankets silently. Chloe sat still for five seconds, straining to
hear the gentle snores of her fellow classmates.
Then she
crept out the room and down the stairs towards the dimly-lit common
room. There was barely a sound. Only the few flames burning in the
fireplace could be heard.
Despite how dark it was, Chloe
managed to make out three silhouettes by the leather sofa on the
other end of the room.
All three were dressed in dark
clothing, mostly black, just like how she was. After all, black is
the perfect disguise of night.
As soon as Chloe had made her
way towards the three, Eric spoke. "Everyone knows the plan. Do
we have everything?"
"I got the spray cans,"
Jason said.
"I have the stuff from my father's joke
shop," Ryan added.
"And I've got all the spells we
need stuck in my mind," Chloe put in.
"Good. So, you
and I will fly up to the fifth-year boys' dormitory while Ryan and
Jason go through the secret passageway into the common room. You guys
can take the map, and try to avoid Peeves at all costs."
"You
got it," Jason nodded, taking the parchment from Eric.
"Catch
you two later," Ryan called out, as the two of them exited the
common room.
Chloe and Eric walked towards the window and
opened it.
"You ready?" he asked, as he boarded his
Firebolt v.5.
"Yeap," she replied and hopped on
behind him.
"Hold on tight!"
He maneuvered
through the spacey room, looping a few times to show off skill before
shooting out the window and into the night.
They circled the
aging castle for a few minutes before stopping outside one of the
other thousand windows of Hogwarts.
"Alohamora,"
Chloe chanted, pointing her wand towards the lock on the other side
of the glass. Surprisingly, it opened. It was the first time they
tried breaking into the Slytherin dormitory through the window, but
she had expected at least one spell guarding, instead of just a
lock.
They jumped off the broom and landed softly on the sill.
Leaving the broom to hover in its exact position, they entered.
It
was dark, off course, so they had to cast some light with the Lumos
Spell. It illuminated the five beds in the room. Each had lumps in
them of snoring boys.
"Oh my gawd, they're in their
freaking underwear!" Chloe squealed, realizing every boy was
dressed with only his boxers.
She had seen her friends in only
boxers before, but this was different. These people were Slytherins!
There was a big difference. But despite how she felt squirmy, many
other female students would have died to be there.
"Deal
with it. Every guy does it," Eric smirked.
"Let's
just get this over with."
He nodded and started with his
task, while Chloe went with hers.
The next morning,
Chloe awoke finding herself sleeping on the couch, her head leaning
on Eric's shoulder.
She yawned and stretched, then got up.
Opposite them were the other two, still asleep as how Eric was.
"Hey
guys, wake up," she said in a loud voice. She could already hear
some shuffling from the dormitories, which meant breakfast started
soon.
"Five more minutes mom!" Jason mumbled.
She
grabbed a cushion and whacked him on the head.
"I'm not
your mother," she replied flatly, hitting him yet again.
He
woke up lazily, his foot accidentally jabbing Ryan in the rib and
giving him a sharp pain. In return, Ryan slapped him on the
forehead.
"So, have they realized- " Eric started,
before being cut off. For at that moment, distant screams and yells
could be heard from the dungeons. Obviously the noise could be heard
throughout the whole building. Other Gryffindors rushed down to the
common room to get a better idea of what was happening.
"I
guess they just did," Ryan answered.
The Great
Hall was full of murmurs during breakfast. All attention was drawn to
the Slytherin table. Every single student on it smelled of dung and
their hair was plastered down with green goop. That meant Ryan and
Jason managed to fill their common room with green gelatin 3-feet
deep and also had planted five hundred dung-bombs which successfully
went off.
But amongst the seventy Slytherins, five seemed to
be in worse condition. They had neon-rainbow dyed hair and the words
'I suck, you rule' tattooed onto their forehead. Evidently from the
bright red skin, they had attempted to rub it off and maybe even try
blast it with a spell. It seems unsuccessful.
As the new
generation Marauders entered, the Slytherins turned and glared. To
prove them guilty, solid proof was needed, and solid proof was not
what they had; thus having to remain their judgment against the four
Gryffindors. But pure hatred was seen in their eyes.
"Is
it just me, or do the Slytherins seem to be full of shit this
morning?" Jason asked his partners-in-crime just as they passed
Damien and his gang. He tried to make it sound loud enough so as to
reach Damien's hearing.
Damien muttered a few swear words and
turned back to his hushed conversation with his friends.
"How'd
you do it?" Ashley Crawford, a fifth-year Gryffindor, asked
excitedly as they sat down.
"Darling, what makes you
think it was us?" Jason asked with a grin.
"Oh come
off it Krum! Everyone knows only you guys could pull something that
major. You four have a reputation of rule-breaking ever since first
year!"
"That, m'lady is a secret you'd have to die
for."
Then the two started with the flirting. Typical
Jason. He was not quite bad looking. In fact, he did have a number of
admirers. His spiky dark brown hair with red highlights seemed to
draw ladies. He had charming brown eyes and quite a nice body figure.
And his height just about reached five feet eight inches. Not bad for
someone who used to be a skinny kid.
"So what d'ya think
Professor Binn's gonna bore us to death with this year?" Eric
asked.
"Probably the eighteenth century revolution of how
wizards discovered..." Ryan began.
"Wait - do we
have History first?" Chloe interrupted.
"Yeah, then
double Potions, break, Transfiguration and lastly double
Charms."
"Shit! I must've checked my schedule wrong.
I gotta go grab my books, catch you guys later." She stood up
and started to jog towards her dormitory.
"And save me a
seat!" she managed to call back.
Chloe was running up her
fifth flight of stairs before she tripped over something invisible.
No doubt she had fallen stupidly into a Trip Jinx.
As she fell
forwards, she stuck out her arms to prevent more pain. But friction
took some time to slow her movements, so she had skidded a good two
meters on the cement floor, grazing both elbows and her left
cheek.
Out of nowhere, she heard an unmistakable chuckle.
"I
thought you were smarter than that," Malfoy said as he stepped
forwards.
"Well look who's talking. At least I don't
smell like shit and have neon hair," she spat as she slowly got
up.
He narrowed his eyes at her.
"I'll take that
as you admitting that it was all your doing. And so, Professor Snape
[A/N: yes he's still alive, not to mention old] has given me
permission to set you and your boyfriends detention for the rest of
the term." He had a victorious smirk glued to his lips. "Starts
tonight at eight. Be there or I'll double it and make it two term's
worth."
Satisfied with his words, he walked off.
