Chapter 3- Mekare Malfoy

The Great Hall erupted into shock.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and gasped.
"A MALFOY?!?!?"
"How is that possible?" Ron wanted to know. "A new girl, who OBVIOUSLY need psychological attention, be related to MALFOY."
"I think you answered your own question, Ron," answered Harry, who didn't join in the eruption. "Makes sense, though, don't you think?"
"Curious, though," began Hermione "Don't you find it a bit odd that this girl, just released from Azkaban and sent here, is related to the Malfoy's?"
"Malfoy's father probably set this little arrangement up," muttered Ron. Harry shrugged.
"We probably won't find out."

As Ron and Hermione continued talking about that new information, Harry remembered something.
'That name...' He had heard her name somewhere before. Then it dawned to him!!!

Harry looked at Oliver Wood. Wood's eyes were staring at the notebook.

Mekare...
"Umm...Wood? How did you know her name?"
"I didn't..." stammered Oliver. He averted his eyes to Harry. "What do you think this means?"
"I dunno..."

They both looked at the Slytherin table.

Mekare was making her way towards Malfoy, who more than happy to let her sit where Pansy Parkinson was just being pushed down from. He seemed to have cracked a joke to her, which made the fellow Slytherin's laugh along with him. Mekare gave Draco a glace of death with her blood red eyes. Upon seeing this, Draco quickly shut up, making the rest of the Slytherin's quiet, also. Guess he wasn't used to seeing her eyes.

Harry shook his head.
"She looks evil enough to be a Slytherin. Let's just hope there's not a reason she's here." And with that, he went back to discussing the situation with Ron and Hermione.

Wood continued to stare at the group of Slytherin's. Mekare's head was averted downward, looking at the food that appeared before him. Suddenly, her head shot up and looked straight at him. Her eyes held anger...and a sense of pain. Wood gulped: he wasn't used to that kind of stare. He was used to girl swooning over him and giving him a lovey dovey look.

But not Mekare. She had menace in her face, death in her eyes. It felt...cold to him. Like dementors.

He had to shake that feeling off for a second, breaking eye contact. He felt it. Azkaban.

Wood looked back, but she was turned to Draco Malfoy, her...cousin? Brother? Nephew? He didn't even know.

Finally, after a few minutes staring at her, he got up. Harry sensed his movement
"Where are you going?"

Where WAS he going? 'Think, Wood!!!'
"Quidditch strategies," he explained. "I have a LOT of work to do."

Harry nodding, obviously knowing that's all Oliver pretty much did.

And with that, Oliver Wood went out of the great hall.

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Snape's potions class was the next day was exactly the same as it was the previous night.

'Another boring afternoon in Potions...Another pointless year, except for Quidditch, of course. Please, JUST LET THIS BE OVER ALREADY!!!'

Instead of hearing the booming voice of Professor Snape breaking his thoughts, it became the back door quickly being opened. The whole 7th year class turned around to see who had come though the door.

It was Mekare.

Everyone in the class let in a small gasped at her appearance. Since Snape's 7th Year Potions usually consist of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, it was quite a shock to see a Slytherin in their midst.

Snape was obviously not bothered by her presence.
"Miss Malfoy, nice to see that you managed to show up, even though you're an hour late," he had a smug look on his face, which was rare with a Slytherin.

Mekare remained her cold self.
"Sorry, Professor. I got caught up chatting with dementors down your corridor. Feels almost like home," came her voice: angelic, yet cold.

Everyone in the class, including Snape, went wide-eyed. It was true since a few months ago, dementors have been here to guard the grounds of Hogwarts, but there not supposed to be INSIDE, let alone someone TALKING to them!!!

And what was she talking about how dementors felt like home?

Quickly, Professor Snape regained composer.
"Well, Miss Malfoy. I'm sure that was a good chat, but would you PLEASE sit down and stop interrupting my lesson."
"Where do you want me?" she asked

Snape looked for a extra seat. He finally spotted one...right next to Wood.
"Sit next to Mr. Wood, please," Snape pointed right next to Oliver. Mekare looked to see where he was pointed to and locked eyes with Oliver. For a split second, she looked hesitant, but her eye turned back to the cold one they were and glided over to where Wood sat. She took a seat next to him, not glancing at him the entire period.

Inside Oliver Wood, he could not stop thinking.
'Well, I DID say I needed something to keep me occupied...'

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Well, that's the end of chapter 3. I have to hurry before my boyfriend gets to my house. He doesn't understand my Harry Potter obsession. Hehe...hey, he's a guy. More chapters soon!!! R/R!!!