Chapter Three: Hogwarts
A.N.- *Thoughts* ~The Hat~ [Telepathy]
*The hat does not frighten me*
"Kismut, Marie"
*The freaky singing hat does not frighten me*
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
*The fact that the freaky talking hat is going on my head does not frighten me*
"Logan, Sharah"
I took a deep breath before stepping out of line. My steps did not falter; I held my head high. I may just be another first year, but they would not know that Sharah Logan was afraid of a hat!
~Aah! Now this is quite a surprise~
I too was surprised it's not everyday you put on a hat and it talks to you, but I lived with a telepath and so didn't even flinch when the voice spoke. They would not know I was afraid.
~Very brave like a Gryffindor, but although you fight for the light there is too much darkness here for you to fit in in the house of red and gold. And there is too much bravery for a Slytherin, but with your ability to absorb and retain information and the Ravenclaw's ever understanding personality that may just be the house for you.~
"RAVENCLAW!"
I stood and walked toward the rapidly clapping table where I tuned out the sorting till they got to a name that got everybody's attention.
"Harry Potter" I looked the boy over raven-hair and thick glasses were the only features I could from this far away, but if rumor was to be believed he had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead and eyes the same green as the curse he had survived.
After awhile the hat called out Gryffindor and the boy was allowed to sit down at the table of lions.
Everybody quickly went back to being disinterested for the rest of the sorting. ************************************************************************
I hadn't even made it to my common room when my head of house some short guy with pointed ears, pulled me aside.
"Miss Logan, Headmaster Dumbledore would like to see you in his office. The password is Chocolate Frogs."
I blinked what could the Headmaster want with me? He couldn't know my secret. Could he?
When I reached the gargoyle that the tiny professor had told me was entrance to the Headmaster's office. I took a deep breath before giving the password and walking up the winding steps. When I got to the top she was met by the Headmaster wearing a magenta robe, a woman with her hair in a harsh bun that matched her harsh eyes, and a man... that I recognized as Severus Snape a Deatheater.
I bit back the urge to run and instead addressed the man with the twinkling blue eyes. "You wished to speak to me Headmaster." I said well aware that my accent, halfway between American and English, was quite comical, but there was nothing I could do about it. And beside an adult would have the decency not to laugh. Wouldn't they?
Snape smirked at my accent, Dumbledore's smile grew, and the harsh woman's expression remained neutral. *Good job Sharah* I thought *you can always make your enemies laugh to death.*
"Meow" I looked over to see a black cat, a very familiar black cat.
[Hello Sharah.] In fact it was her familiar.
"Midnight!" I yelled forgetting the other people in the room
[I missed you master]
[Midnight I thought I'd lost you after That Rat...]
[Calm down Master. That man Severus Snape he saved me. He spies for the light. He is a mage in training one of Dumbledore's apprentices.]
"Thank you." I said turning to the three professors. She saw understanding in Snape's and Dumbledore's eyes but McGonnagall's held confusion.
*Midnight said apprentices plural. If she is confused then she isn't the second apprentice, then who is?*
"Miss Logan we are aware of your story and your precarious position." Said Dumbledore "That is why we requested you be sent to Hogwarts and not Salem Academy."
I nodded. Well that answered that question.
"You can rest assured Miss Logan that we will not return you to the Dark Lord." Said Professor Snape.
"Thank you." I replied
"Miss Logan I'm not sure if you're aware of this but being a mage is quite illegal therefore you will have to keep your abilities a secret." Said McGonnagall.
I nodded.
"Alright then the Ravenclaw password is Sugar Quills." Finished Dumbledore.
"Thank you again Professors." I said before gathering Midnight in my arms and heading for the exit.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Confused huh? Well as with all magi I have a familiar. She's a black cat named Midnight. Sometimes a mage comes by their familiar when they begin there training other times the familiar seeks them out. In this case there is no senior mage the familiar does all the training. In most other cases the familiar was simply a life long companion.
Speaking of life long companions. Here's another lesson on magi before I begin the second and last of my Hogwarts tales (unlike Potter I went out of my way to make my school years dull). Okay this is on mates. I know it makes us sound like animals. But the term refers to a life long union. The likes of which was found only in some animals. You see Fate chooses our mates for us. When we meet we immediately know. We feel pain until we exchange amulets (Oh did I forget to mention the amulets we all wear that are exact replicas of our insignias.) From then on our souls are bonded. We even get our mental link. It's quite possible for us to meet our mates at a young age and be bound to them for the rest of our lives. But you almost always fall in love with your mate, so no one's ever really complained. It is impossible to betray your mate or in turn be betrayed by your mate. A mate doesn't have to be a mage (mine is he's Dumbledore's other apprentice and he's cute, but Dumbledore's isn't...a mage I mean, not that I look at girls like that my mate is 100% male, not that mates have to be of the opposite sex. Oh forget it!).
Back to the story!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~3rd year~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was sitting at the Ravenclaw table doing my normal routine of completely tuning out the sorting. Idly my eyes scanned the head table looking for a new teacher. He... or she would be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. When I found him I was surprised. He was wearing clothing that had obviously seen a lot of wear. His hair was sandy blonde and he was actually quite cute. I moved to his eyes. His eyes. Our eyes met and I felt a sudden pain in my heart. I saw him flinch; he felt it too. I needed to talk to him, but there was nothing I could till the feast was over. I listened carefully, for once, as Dumbledore introduced him.
Professor Lupin I caught his eye as I left and saw him give a discreet nod. ************************************************************************
I lay in bed listening for my last roommates rhythmic breathing. I moved as soon as I heard her breathing fall into pattern. I sneaked out of the room silently after slipping a dark grey cloak about my shoulders. As soon as I was in the hallway I took off at a run allowing my super speed and the dark cloak to make me invisible. I slipped silently through the door to the astronomy tower.
There he was. He was reading. He new I was there as our nearness had lessened the pain in our hearts. A few seconds after I arrived he placed a bookmark where he had stopped reading. When he stood up I realized just how much taller just how much older he was than me. He cast his eyes downward to avoid looking at me and ran a hand through his dishwater blonde hair. He was nervous. I pulled down the hood of my cloak and smiled.
This seemed to give him confidence. "So what's your name?"
"It speaks." I said in an attempt to lighten the mood, and saw him flinch at the comment. "My name's Sharah Logan." I said just deciding to answer his question.
"Remus J. Lupin." He said extending his hand.
"What's the J stand for?"
"It stands for Jupiter." He said his face turning red. I laughed. "What's your middle name?" he asked in retaliation to my laugh.
"Anastasia." I said crossing my eyes and sticking my tongue out in disgust.
"I take it you don't like your middle name anymore than I like mine."
I nodded.
"I hate to rush a thing like this but classes start tomorrow so..."
"Wait before we permanently bind our souls together I should tell you something about myself that not even Dumbledore knows." I took a deep breath "I'm a mutant"
"What's a mutant?"
"A person muggle or mutant who is born with an extra gene called an X- gene, now I assume you know something about muggle science?"
He nodded. He knew what she was talking about.
"Well if the X-gene is active then they are a mutant. This means that they have some sort of power, a non-magic power that requires no wand. I for instance have super strength and speed and am super agile. My adoptive parents are muggles, but they're mutants too. Can you please not tell Dumbledore?"
"I won't tell if you won't tell your friends my secret."
I nodded. I wouldn't tell. "I'm a werewolf."
His secret, though much shorter than mine, was twice as worse. I could tell he expected me to run in fear, but I chose a different course and decided to hug him. It was clear he was surprised. At first he tensed up. He wasn't used to human contact. Then he relaxed allowing himself the simple human right he had long since denied himself.
"I have to go back to my dormitory now." I said a few minutes after I felt him completely relax. We stood apart and in almost perfect unison undid the clasps on the amulets we both wore that symbolized our position as magi. These amulets were more important than anything else in the world they were given to the person Fate chose as our mates. There were no words to the ceremony just the exchange of amulets.
With interest I noticed that Remus's amulet was a full moon. I felt naked without my amulet. I had worn it since I had awakened with it beside me that night after my first tattooing. It was a perfect copy of the sunset on my back.
"The sunrise." He said when he saw my amulet "Your symbol is the sunrise." I was surprised. My master had interpreted it as the sunset, as the loss of hope. Now it was being seen as the sunrise, as hope!" Especially to a werewolf for whom the sunrise brought the end to a curse. And I must admit that was when he won my heart though he didn't know it then and even though it would take awhile for me to win him. I was in love for the first time, and it would last a lifetime.
"Nobody's ever seen it as the dawn only the twilight." I said before laying it in his hands and slipping the moon pendent about my neck. I instantly felt complete. The feeling was intensified as the second amulet found its place about his neck.
"I better go" I said suddenly feeling nervous "I have classes tomorrow." I pulled the dark cloak tightly about me, replaced the hood, and took off without waiting for a reply.
A.N. You should see my hard copy it has all these really bad sketches of Sharah everywhere. One of her when she first met the Professor she's wearing these dark green pants like what you see Japanese swordsmen wearing and a purple tank top she's carrying a staff. The next one is a 15-year-old Sharah and she's wearing her school uniform and cloak. In the next one she is wearing her mage's outfit and Remus's moon amulet. The next is Sharah's sword, which we won't see till waaaaay later. And then we have Sharah as an X-man in which I didn't have enough paper left so her legs are a little on the short side, but she's cool anyway.
C-Ya Elf-Demon
*The hat does not frighten me*
"Kismut, Marie"
*The freaky singing hat does not frighten me*
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
*The fact that the freaky talking hat is going on my head does not frighten me*
"Logan, Sharah"
I took a deep breath before stepping out of line. My steps did not falter; I held my head high. I may just be another first year, but they would not know that Sharah Logan was afraid of a hat!
~Aah! Now this is quite a surprise~
I too was surprised it's not everyday you put on a hat and it talks to you, but I lived with a telepath and so didn't even flinch when the voice spoke. They would not know I was afraid.
~Very brave like a Gryffindor, but although you fight for the light there is too much darkness here for you to fit in in the house of red and gold. And there is too much bravery for a Slytherin, but with your ability to absorb and retain information and the Ravenclaw's ever understanding personality that may just be the house for you.~
"RAVENCLAW!"
I stood and walked toward the rapidly clapping table where I tuned out the sorting till they got to a name that got everybody's attention.
"Harry Potter" I looked the boy over raven-hair and thick glasses were the only features I could from this far away, but if rumor was to be believed he had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead and eyes the same green as the curse he had survived.
After awhile the hat called out Gryffindor and the boy was allowed to sit down at the table of lions.
Everybody quickly went back to being disinterested for the rest of the sorting. ************************************************************************
I hadn't even made it to my common room when my head of house some short guy with pointed ears, pulled me aside.
"Miss Logan, Headmaster Dumbledore would like to see you in his office. The password is Chocolate Frogs."
I blinked what could the Headmaster want with me? He couldn't know my secret. Could he?
When I reached the gargoyle that the tiny professor had told me was entrance to the Headmaster's office. I took a deep breath before giving the password and walking up the winding steps. When I got to the top she was met by the Headmaster wearing a magenta robe, a woman with her hair in a harsh bun that matched her harsh eyes, and a man... that I recognized as Severus Snape a Deatheater.
I bit back the urge to run and instead addressed the man with the twinkling blue eyes. "You wished to speak to me Headmaster." I said well aware that my accent, halfway between American and English, was quite comical, but there was nothing I could do about it. And beside an adult would have the decency not to laugh. Wouldn't they?
Snape smirked at my accent, Dumbledore's smile grew, and the harsh woman's expression remained neutral. *Good job Sharah* I thought *you can always make your enemies laugh to death.*
"Meow" I looked over to see a black cat, a very familiar black cat.
[Hello Sharah.] In fact it was her familiar.
"Midnight!" I yelled forgetting the other people in the room
[I missed you master]
[Midnight I thought I'd lost you after That Rat...]
[Calm down Master. That man Severus Snape he saved me. He spies for the light. He is a mage in training one of Dumbledore's apprentices.]
"Thank you." I said turning to the three professors. She saw understanding in Snape's and Dumbledore's eyes but McGonnagall's held confusion.
*Midnight said apprentices plural. If she is confused then she isn't the second apprentice, then who is?*
"Miss Logan we are aware of your story and your precarious position." Said Dumbledore "That is why we requested you be sent to Hogwarts and not Salem Academy."
I nodded. Well that answered that question.
"You can rest assured Miss Logan that we will not return you to the Dark Lord." Said Professor Snape.
"Thank you." I replied
"Miss Logan I'm not sure if you're aware of this but being a mage is quite illegal therefore you will have to keep your abilities a secret." Said McGonnagall.
I nodded.
"Alright then the Ravenclaw password is Sugar Quills." Finished Dumbledore.
"Thank you again Professors." I said before gathering Midnight in my arms and heading for the exit.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Confused huh? Well as with all magi I have a familiar. She's a black cat named Midnight. Sometimes a mage comes by their familiar when they begin there training other times the familiar seeks them out. In this case there is no senior mage the familiar does all the training. In most other cases the familiar was simply a life long companion.
Speaking of life long companions. Here's another lesson on magi before I begin the second and last of my Hogwarts tales (unlike Potter I went out of my way to make my school years dull). Okay this is on mates. I know it makes us sound like animals. But the term refers to a life long union. The likes of which was found only in some animals. You see Fate chooses our mates for us. When we meet we immediately know. We feel pain until we exchange amulets (Oh did I forget to mention the amulets we all wear that are exact replicas of our insignias.) From then on our souls are bonded. We even get our mental link. It's quite possible for us to meet our mates at a young age and be bound to them for the rest of our lives. But you almost always fall in love with your mate, so no one's ever really complained. It is impossible to betray your mate or in turn be betrayed by your mate. A mate doesn't have to be a mage (mine is he's Dumbledore's other apprentice and he's cute, but Dumbledore's isn't...a mage I mean, not that I look at girls like that my mate is 100% male, not that mates have to be of the opposite sex. Oh forget it!).
Back to the story!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~3rd year~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was sitting at the Ravenclaw table doing my normal routine of completely tuning out the sorting. Idly my eyes scanned the head table looking for a new teacher. He... or she would be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. When I found him I was surprised. He was wearing clothing that had obviously seen a lot of wear. His hair was sandy blonde and he was actually quite cute. I moved to his eyes. His eyes. Our eyes met and I felt a sudden pain in my heart. I saw him flinch; he felt it too. I needed to talk to him, but there was nothing I could till the feast was over. I listened carefully, for once, as Dumbledore introduced him.
Professor Lupin I caught his eye as I left and saw him give a discreet nod. ************************************************************************
I lay in bed listening for my last roommates rhythmic breathing. I moved as soon as I heard her breathing fall into pattern. I sneaked out of the room silently after slipping a dark grey cloak about my shoulders. As soon as I was in the hallway I took off at a run allowing my super speed and the dark cloak to make me invisible. I slipped silently through the door to the astronomy tower.
There he was. He was reading. He new I was there as our nearness had lessened the pain in our hearts. A few seconds after I arrived he placed a bookmark where he had stopped reading. When he stood up I realized just how much taller just how much older he was than me. He cast his eyes downward to avoid looking at me and ran a hand through his dishwater blonde hair. He was nervous. I pulled down the hood of my cloak and smiled.
This seemed to give him confidence. "So what's your name?"
"It speaks." I said in an attempt to lighten the mood, and saw him flinch at the comment. "My name's Sharah Logan." I said just deciding to answer his question.
"Remus J. Lupin." He said extending his hand.
"What's the J stand for?"
"It stands for Jupiter." He said his face turning red. I laughed. "What's your middle name?" he asked in retaliation to my laugh.
"Anastasia." I said crossing my eyes and sticking my tongue out in disgust.
"I take it you don't like your middle name anymore than I like mine."
I nodded.
"I hate to rush a thing like this but classes start tomorrow so..."
"Wait before we permanently bind our souls together I should tell you something about myself that not even Dumbledore knows." I took a deep breath "I'm a mutant"
"What's a mutant?"
"A person muggle or mutant who is born with an extra gene called an X- gene, now I assume you know something about muggle science?"
He nodded. He knew what she was talking about.
"Well if the X-gene is active then they are a mutant. This means that they have some sort of power, a non-magic power that requires no wand. I for instance have super strength and speed and am super agile. My adoptive parents are muggles, but they're mutants too. Can you please not tell Dumbledore?"
"I won't tell if you won't tell your friends my secret."
I nodded. I wouldn't tell. "I'm a werewolf."
His secret, though much shorter than mine, was twice as worse. I could tell he expected me to run in fear, but I chose a different course and decided to hug him. It was clear he was surprised. At first he tensed up. He wasn't used to human contact. Then he relaxed allowing himself the simple human right he had long since denied himself.
"I have to go back to my dormitory now." I said a few minutes after I felt him completely relax. We stood apart and in almost perfect unison undid the clasps on the amulets we both wore that symbolized our position as magi. These amulets were more important than anything else in the world they were given to the person Fate chose as our mates. There were no words to the ceremony just the exchange of amulets.
With interest I noticed that Remus's amulet was a full moon. I felt naked without my amulet. I had worn it since I had awakened with it beside me that night after my first tattooing. It was a perfect copy of the sunset on my back.
"The sunrise." He said when he saw my amulet "Your symbol is the sunrise." I was surprised. My master had interpreted it as the sunset, as the loss of hope. Now it was being seen as the sunrise, as hope!" Especially to a werewolf for whom the sunrise brought the end to a curse. And I must admit that was when he won my heart though he didn't know it then and even though it would take awhile for me to win him. I was in love for the first time, and it would last a lifetime.
"Nobody's ever seen it as the dawn only the twilight." I said before laying it in his hands and slipping the moon pendent about my neck. I instantly felt complete. The feeling was intensified as the second amulet found its place about his neck.
"I better go" I said suddenly feeling nervous "I have classes tomorrow." I pulled the dark cloak tightly about me, replaced the hood, and took off without waiting for a reply.
A.N. You should see my hard copy it has all these really bad sketches of Sharah everywhere. One of her when she first met the Professor she's wearing these dark green pants like what you see Japanese swordsmen wearing and a purple tank top she's carrying a staff. The next one is a 15-year-old Sharah and she's wearing her school uniform and cloak. In the next one she is wearing her mage's outfit and Remus's moon amulet. The next is Sharah's sword, which we won't see till waaaaay later. And then we have Sharah as an X-man in which I didn't have enough paper left so her legs are a little on the short side, but she's cool anyway.
C-Ya Elf-Demon
