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Three Bound Together
Chapter Four, The Sorting
The rest of the summer flew by quickly and Lissa went through some dramatic changes to her appearance. She dyed
streaks of vivid, electric blue in her hair and acquired a pair of purple contacts. Very few of the teachers recognized her when
she came back from the muggle hair salon and her brother had freaked out when he realized what his sister had done. Lissa
smirked as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was the first day of term and the rest of the students were due to arrive any
minute. Her hair was a mass of black and blue curls that stuck up around her head like a demented halo that would not lay
flat despite the obscene amount of charms she had put on it. Someone banged on the Headgirl's bedroom door, and the
aggravated voice of her brother drifted through the wood. "Liss you stupid cow come on! Everyone else has arrived and if you
don't hurry up we won't be able to be resorted!!"
This made Lissa hurry and she jammed her wand into her pocket and rushed to the door. She threw it open and glared at her
brother, her hands creeping to their customary place on her hips. "You know you shouldn't call a lady," she struck a silly pose
there, "a cow, tis bad manners."
Gabriel answered his sister with a light smack over the head and grabbed her hand. He dragged her through the corridors of
Hogwarts, ignoring her complaints and minor hexes she attacked him with. The twins hurtled through the entrance hall,
ignoring all the calls of hello that were directed their way. Just as they were about to disappear through a door Professor
McGonagall had opened for them, someone grabbed Lissa's arm. Her head turned around a anger seeped through her at
being touched without her permission. Ron was grinning happily down to her, his dark blue eyes sparkling. "Hello Love, how
was your summer?"
She just stared blankly at him, her mind returning to the conversation between herself, Gabe, and Dumbledore. It felt like a
bucket of icy water had been dumped on top of her, but instead of cooling her off it only made her angrier. Her voice came
out as a forced hiss, her dark brown eyes darkening to menacing obsidian.
"Get your bloody hand off my arm you bastard." The air around her cooled suddenly, her breath coming out in little white
puffs. Ron looked surprised that his girlfriend was being so rude and tightens his grip on her, confusion on his face.
"Liss, what's up? Come on, we need to go sit down."
Lissa's face contorted in anger as a harsh wind began to blow and students stopped moving and stared at the two. Gabe
saw this and ripped his sister out of the red head's grip. The twin's faces had mirrored looks of anger as they disappeared
behind the door. Ron threw a confused look at Harry then continued into the Great Hall.
Gabe looked concernedly at his sister as the waited for the first years to finish being sorted. There was obviously
something on her mind by the way she was so avidly chewing her bottom lip and that glazed look in her eyes. He reached for
her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"You okay Liss?"
"I was just accosted by a boy I now hate who thinks he's my freakin' boyfriend. I am utterly pissed at the stupid wanker. He
should have gotten the drift when I called him a bastard.Dammit Gabe, why did I have to choose a stupid one when I was
sixteen?"
"I'm not going to answer that. You'll just attack me later when you remember when you're on a bout of PMS."
"You are a bastard, I hope you know that."
The two ended their conversation when McGonagall entered the small chamber by the Great Hall. The elderly woman had a
slightly disapproving look on her face, but she had no grudge against these two. They did not belong in Gryffindor anymore;
there would be some bloodshed if they stayed. She looked at them both for a few minutes, and then sighed quietly.
"When Professor Dumbledore calls your name, you will go out and put on the sorting hat, just like you did when you were a first
year. I truly hope your new house will suit you better then your old." She stepped out of the way when Dumbledore's voice
echoed softly in the cold stone chamber.
"I suspect some of you have noticed two of our Seventh year students are missing. Due to some unexpected circumstances
they will be resorted," a slight gasp of surprise came from some of the older students. "I hope that their new housemates will
welcome them with open arms. Would Analissa Chailyn Malize Roza please come out?" At his words there were several gasps
and a single young girl let out a quiet, but terrified, squeak at the mention of a Roza. The Slytherins all snorted, none believing
that one of the Rozas had survived the Auror attack.
Lissa took a deep breath and left the suddenly comforting stone chamber. There hall erupted in murmurs as she walked
towards the stool, her eyes staring intently at the floor. When she set the patched old hat on her head that strangely
comforting voice echoed around in her mind.
"I knew I would be seeing you again. You finally know who you really are and who your parents were. I probably should have
told you your first time around that your house would be temporary. I was expecting you to find out much sooner, but no
worries. Should I put in the house where your brains will be reveled? Or the house where your blood and soul crave to be?"
"My blood and soul?"
"Never mind that, I know exactly where to put you. You will make enemies, alliances, and most importantly will find the Third
in SLYTHERIN!"
Lissa gingerly took the hat off her head, a slight frown on her face. What on the Goddess's frilly knickers did that bloody hat
mean by the Third? An inaudible sigh escaped from her as she trudged over to her new table, unaware of the glares Harry
and Ron were sending her. She had just learnt about her true parents and identity, when a whole new conundrum was
thrown her way. She looked at the Slytherin table and was immediately chilled by the intensity of their glares. She hightailed
for an empty spot on the far end of the long table, in absolutely no mood whatsoever to be hexed this early on in the year.
Just as she sat down, Dumbledore spoke again.
"Well that is no surprise. Would Gabriel Lionel Blaze Roza please come and be sorted?"
It didn't surprise Lissa at when the sorting hat announced its decision. Her brother walked slowly over to their new table, sitting
mutely beside her. Just as the feast began somebody came and sat down on the other side of her. A tall girl with short brown
hair was grinning insanely at her, her dark brown eyes sparkling madly.
"I'm Lauren Bradley, but you can call be Bradley. Do you want to be my best friend? Nobody else wants to be my best
friend." she said, her voice eerily cheerful.
Lissa stared at the girl for several long minutes, hardly able to comprehend the level of perkiness in her voice. When she was
actually able to talk again, she took her wand out of its holder on her forearm, holding it casually in her hand. "You are so
bloody cheerful.Bradley huh? I guess we could be friends." The other girl let out a happy squeak and threw her arms
around her neck, squeezing the life out of her. Lissa promptly freaked out at the intensity of human contact and pushed
Bradley away from her. "Merlin! A rule, don't ever touch me unless I give you direct permission or I hug you first, okay?"
"Okay!!" Bradley's voice was still every perky and cheerful. "Let's eat now!"
Gabe had been watching this little interlude and leaned over and whispered softly to his sister. "Let's hope nobody ever gives
that girl sugar, she'll bring Hogwarts to its knees."
Bradley heard someone mention sugar and she immediately began looking avidly around the table. "Sugar? Where's the
sugar? Somebody mentioned sugar! I want some sugar! Best friend do you have any sugar? Suuuuuuugaaar!"
All exceptionally sugary sweets had been banned from feasts a few year before due to this girl's hyper activity. She had
exploded several cauldrons, singed several people's eyebrows, and almost destroyed the castle itself because she had eaten
a bit too much sugar during some feast.
"Merlin, Bradley there is no sugar! Remember your fifth year? They banned sugar because you almost destroyed the school."
"I remember that! I'm not scared though Best Friend because I have sugar in our dormitory! We can share a dormitory now
Best Friend! It'll be so much fun! We can stay up late murdering helpless little rabbits and."
"Did you just say murdering helpless little rabbits?"
"No!"
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did!"
"There you admitted to it."
"Huh? You tricked me! I'm not stupid! Don't call me stupid!"
"I didn't call you stupid. You just thought I did."
"I'm not crazy either. Don't say I'm crazy."
Lissa groaned and transfigured a fork into a large pillow and smacked Bradley several times with it. She changed it back and
glowered at the still hyper and grinning girl. "Merlin, girl. Do you ever calm down?"
"Nope! I have Attention Defic..Defa.Um.Something like that! I have the attentions spawn of a flobberworm."
"You have Attention Deficit Disorder?"
"That's it!"
"Well that explains a lot.You suck, now let me eat."
"Okay Best Friend!"
Lissa muttered a long string of curses under her breath and shifted closer to her brother, whispering softly to him.
"Gaaaabe.Save me from the perky one, she's scaaaaaring me."
He laughed and threw an arm around her, ignoring the glares the rest of the Slytherins gave them.
"I don't think so Liss. You agreed to be her 'best friend' and it'll be highly amusing to watch someone as morbid as you deal
with her. Happy days Liss!"
She groaned and began to pray to every deity that the feast would end soon.
Finally, the feast was over and everything had been announced. Lissa was Headgirl and Draco Malfoy was Headboy.
She had snorted darkly when she had heard that, the anger she always felt towards him rising up like a malevolent cloud. She
could not believe she would have to spend so much time with him. She was dragged out of her thoughts when Brad grabbed
her arm and squealed madly.
"Come on Best Friend!! I'll walk you to your room! Then we can go a killing spree!"
"No sugar for you." Gabe made the mistake of saying. For the second time that night, someone had mentioned sugar in the
hyper one's presence.
"SUGAR! WHERE'S THE SUGAR?? I WANT SUGAR!!" Bradley started screaming, looking around madly. Everyone around the
three of them fled quickly, all knowing the insanity that was birthed when she heard the word sugar.
"There's no bloody sugar you stupid cow! Get over it! I'm tired!"
Gabe looked at his sister, then her friend, and then someone over Lissa's shoulder. A frown creased his brow as he moved to
her side, a protective arm wrapping around her waist. She turned around, as did Brad, and let out a soft, but angry snarl
came from her. Harry and Ron were standing their, both looking livid. Ron took a step forward, but Harry held him back. The
black haired boy kept his friend back.
"Lissa, why the hell were you and your brother resorted?"
"Isn't the change of our names obvious enough? If you can't figure it out I'm not going to tell you. You don't have Mione
around anymore," She had transferred to Beauxbatons the year before because of the better Charms program there. "And
I'm not going to help you any more." Her eyes were glowing fiercely with anger and her hands were balled up into fists, her
nails digging crescent moons in her palms. Harry looked at her hard, his dark green eyes sparking furiously. He walked right up
to her until their noses were almost touching.
"I don't know what's going on with you Lissa, but Ron and I will find out and we won't be here to save you when everything
goes wrong." There was a meaningful look on his face when he said everything and Lissa gave an aggravated snort.
"You are so freakin stupid! You have never been able to figure anything out about Voldemort without Mione's and my help!
It will be you who will need to be saved in the end." She shrieked, her brown eyes black with anger. The entrance hall was
freezing and dainty snowflakes were drifting lazily down from the ceiling. She turned on her heel and stormed up the main
staircase, a flurry of snow following her like a dog its master. Gabe growled angrily at the two boys and strode after his sister.
Bradley grinned evilly at them and from a pocket of her school robes drew a sheathed knife. She took it from its sheath and
ran her fingers along the flat of the blade. "You shouldn't upset my best friend, or you'll have hell to pay." She lunged and put
a long, but shallow, cut on Ron's cheek. "That is but a taste of the sweetness my blade shall wreak upon thy foul bodies." Her
disgusting hyperness seemed to have disappeared for a few blessed moments while her best friend was in obvious distress. She
scowled angrily at them then slid the knife home then hid it within her robes. She stalked away, leaving two very angry,
confused, and slightly surprised boys behind.
Lissa ran up to the Heads room and squeaked the password. Just before she threw herself into the quiet sanctuary, she
asked the portrait not to let anyone one else in. The portrait happily agreed and closed with a snap once she had entered.
She leaned against the cold stone wall, a hand reaching up to the bridge of her nose, trying to alleviate the pounding
headache that had decided to make itself welcome like a halo around her head. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stumbled
over to one of the emerald green couches in front of the fire. She did not notice the blond boy who had been watching her
avidly since she came in. Lissa sank into the welcoming fabric and pulled her legs up beside her. She took her wand out of her
robes to perform a pain relieving spell when she saw the blond.
"What the hell do you want Malfoy?" She yelled hoarsely, her eyes still black.
"I don't believe you're a Roza. They all died." Malfoy sneered, his blue eyes flashing nastily. She took a breath and quickly
counted to ten, trying to keep her temper in check.
"Just because your prat of a father wants you to believe that my family all died, you do? That's really, really sad Malfoy."
"You shut your mouth about my father you filthy little mudblood!"
Her blood boiled at the insult. It no longer applied to her and he had absolutely no right. All the horrible things that had
happened since the middle of summer came crashing down on her, and a feeling of complete despair over came her. She let
all of the rage and anguish she was feeling come out in her natural, elemental power. A wind of hurricane force began to
blow ferociously and pushed Malfoy up against the far wall. The temperature began to drop to dangerous levels as Lissa
advanced. "You dare call me that name! You have no right! It is not your blood that determines who you are; it is the way
you act around others and your personality. By acting like a selfish, stuck- up prat you, not me are the one who possesses dirty
blood. Now get of my freakin case Malfoy and just test my freakin blood so I can get you to bloody well shut up!"
Malfoy was seriously cowed by the display of power and the anger that was lashing at him like the whips of a slave master. He
met her eye to eye and for the first time in the sevens years he had known her, he looked past her exterior to the person within.
What he saw there surprised him and he quickly bowed his head. He nodded meekly and waited for her to take her power off
of him. Lissa's hands rested on her hips as a scowl spread across her face. "Well, aren't you going to test my blood?"
Malfoy met her brown hues with his own silver ones, trying to keep that customary smirk from creeping across his lips. "I would,
but I'm currently pressed against a rather uncomfortable wall by a gale."
"Oh, right." She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, and the wind died and the temperature rose. He strode over to her,
his wand raised. She took one of her hands from her hip, her index finger outstretched. He tapped his wand against the fleshy
tip and a drop of blood appeared. A few minutes in tense silence passed, and then words written in fire appeared in the air in
front of them.
Analissa Chailyn Malize Roza
Born on June 15, 1985 at St. Mungos
Mother: Chailyn Snape Roza
Father: Lionel Moss Roza
Malfoy gaped at the words and quickly waved the wand, the flame words turning into ash and drifting to the floor. "So you
and your brother really are the last Rozas.Merlin."
Lissa scowled angrily at him and quickly cast a pain relieving charm over herself. "Yes, I was telling the truth. Move? I need to
go to sleep."
"No. There are probably some things you need to know or you'll be in trouble."
"Trouble? What you think is trouble is a walk in the park for me Ferret, now move!"
He shook his head and pushed her against the wall, his hands on her shoulders. They stared into each other's eyes for several
seconds until Lissa kicked him in the shin. "Analissa, listen to me. You have a power that the Dark Lord will want. You and your
brother combined are powerful enough to completely wipe out any resistance. There are going to be many Death Eater
children writing home to their parents tonight. The Dark Lord will know that the children of his most loyal servant are still alive.
He will try and use you against Potter."
She looked at him for a moment, the rage on her face intensifying. "I don't care about Potter and Weasley. Their fathers killed
my parents then tried to annihilate Gabe and me. That is something I never can forgive them for."
"So you would kill two people who, until recently, were almost family to you?"
"Of course.I.No, hey wait." Malfoy stepped away from her as she slid down the stone wall he had pushed her against, her
head resting on her knees. For several moments there was silence, and then the sound of anguish filled sobs echoed around
the small, private common room. A look of great surprise crossed his face and he took a tentative step towards her, afraid to
placate her unless he was thrown against the wall again. "Analissa? Analissa are you all right?"
She lifted her face from her lap, big tears streaming down her cheeks. Her dark brown eyes were haunted as the scene in her
living room played over and over again in her mind's eye. "I witnessed my parent's murder scene, learnt the adults who took
care of me adopted me, and that my real parents were deatheaters in the space of a month and you expect me to be
okay? You are such an unfeeling, stupid, heartless, unsavory, unfeeling bastard!"
"You said unfeeling twice."
Lissa screamed loudly in anger and got up. She ran past him and up the stairs, to the quiet safe haven of the Headgirl's
bedroom. The moment she was lying on her emerald green bed she cast several shield and silence spells so no one, namely
Malfoy, would be able to enter her room. Desperately in her mind, she reached for the familiar presence of her brother.
(AN- Anything in are the twin's telepathically communicating)
Her mind voice was filled with pain. Moments passed and the cascade of tears falling down
her cheeks intensified as small cries came from her. Finally, the soothing masculine of the only person in the world she loved
echoed softly in her head.
I
A good fifteen minutes later Lissa was finished with her ranting and suddenly realized her err.
Lissa sighed quietly and rubbed her temples, the familiar and comforting presence of her brother like a small child's safety
blanket in her head.
and then he promptly severed their connection. She sighed again and lay back on her bed; moment's later
sleep claimed her in his sweet embrace.
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Three Bound Together
Chapter Four, The Sorting
The rest of the summer flew by quickly and Lissa went through some dramatic changes to her appearance. She dyed
streaks of vivid, electric blue in her hair and acquired a pair of purple contacts. Very few of the teachers recognized her when
she came back from the muggle hair salon and her brother had freaked out when he realized what his sister had done. Lissa
smirked as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was the first day of term and the rest of the students were due to arrive any
minute. Her hair was a mass of black and blue curls that stuck up around her head like a demented halo that would not lay
flat despite the obscene amount of charms she had put on it. Someone banged on the Headgirl's bedroom door, and the
aggravated voice of her brother drifted through the wood. "Liss you stupid cow come on! Everyone else has arrived and if you
don't hurry up we won't be able to be resorted!!"
This made Lissa hurry and she jammed her wand into her pocket and rushed to the door. She threw it open and glared at her
brother, her hands creeping to their customary place on her hips. "You know you shouldn't call a lady," she struck a silly pose
there, "a cow, tis bad manners."
Gabriel answered his sister with a light smack over the head and grabbed her hand. He dragged her through the corridors of
Hogwarts, ignoring her complaints and minor hexes she attacked him with. The twins hurtled through the entrance hall,
ignoring all the calls of hello that were directed their way. Just as they were about to disappear through a door Professor
McGonagall had opened for them, someone grabbed Lissa's arm. Her head turned around a anger seeped through her at
being touched without her permission. Ron was grinning happily down to her, his dark blue eyes sparkling. "Hello Love, how
was your summer?"
She just stared blankly at him, her mind returning to the conversation between herself, Gabe, and Dumbledore. It felt like a
bucket of icy water had been dumped on top of her, but instead of cooling her off it only made her angrier. Her voice came
out as a forced hiss, her dark brown eyes darkening to menacing obsidian.
"Get your bloody hand off my arm you bastard." The air around her cooled suddenly, her breath coming out in little white
puffs. Ron looked surprised that his girlfriend was being so rude and tightens his grip on her, confusion on his face.
"Liss, what's up? Come on, we need to go sit down."
Lissa's face contorted in anger as a harsh wind began to blow and students stopped moving and stared at the two. Gabe
saw this and ripped his sister out of the red head's grip. The twin's faces had mirrored looks of anger as they disappeared
behind the door. Ron threw a confused look at Harry then continued into the Great Hall.
Gabe looked concernedly at his sister as the waited for the first years to finish being sorted. There was obviously
something on her mind by the way she was so avidly chewing her bottom lip and that glazed look in her eyes. He reached for
her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"You okay Liss?"
"I was just accosted by a boy I now hate who thinks he's my freakin' boyfriend. I am utterly pissed at the stupid wanker. He
should have gotten the drift when I called him a bastard.Dammit Gabe, why did I have to choose a stupid one when I was
sixteen?"
"I'm not going to answer that. You'll just attack me later when you remember when you're on a bout of PMS."
"You are a bastard, I hope you know that."
The two ended their conversation when McGonagall entered the small chamber by the Great Hall. The elderly woman had a
slightly disapproving look on her face, but she had no grudge against these two. They did not belong in Gryffindor anymore;
there would be some bloodshed if they stayed. She looked at them both for a few minutes, and then sighed quietly.
"When Professor Dumbledore calls your name, you will go out and put on the sorting hat, just like you did when you were a first
year. I truly hope your new house will suit you better then your old." She stepped out of the way when Dumbledore's voice
echoed softly in the cold stone chamber.
"I suspect some of you have noticed two of our Seventh year students are missing. Due to some unexpected circumstances
they will be resorted," a slight gasp of surprise came from some of the older students. "I hope that their new housemates will
welcome them with open arms. Would Analissa Chailyn Malize Roza please come out?" At his words there were several gasps
and a single young girl let out a quiet, but terrified, squeak at the mention of a Roza. The Slytherins all snorted, none believing
that one of the Rozas had survived the Auror attack.
Lissa took a deep breath and left the suddenly comforting stone chamber. There hall erupted in murmurs as she walked
towards the stool, her eyes staring intently at the floor. When she set the patched old hat on her head that strangely
comforting voice echoed around in her mind.
"I knew I would be seeing you again. You finally know who you really are and who your parents were. I probably should have
told you your first time around that your house would be temporary. I was expecting you to find out much sooner, but no
worries. Should I put in the house where your brains will be reveled? Or the house where your blood and soul crave to be?"
"My blood and soul?"
"Never mind that, I know exactly where to put you. You will make enemies, alliances, and most importantly will find the Third
in SLYTHERIN!"
Lissa gingerly took the hat off her head, a slight frown on her face. What on the Goddess's frilly knickers did that bloody hat
mean by the Third? An inaudible sigh escaped from her as she trudged over to her new table, unaware of the glares Harry
and Ron were sending her. She had just learnt about her true parents and identity, when a whole new conundrum was
thrown her way. She looked at the Slytherin table and was immediately chilled by the intensity of their glares. She hightailed
for an empty spot on the far end of the long table, in absolutely no mood whatsoever to be hexed this early on in the year.
Just as she sat down, Dumbledore spoke again.
"Well that is no surprise. Would Gabriel Lionel Blaze Roza please come and be sorted?"
It didn't surprise Lissa at when the sorting hat announced its decision. Her brother walked slowly over to their new table, sitting
mutely beside her. Just as the feast began somebody came and sat down on the other side of her. A tall girl with short brown
hair was grinning insanely at her, her dark brown eyes sparkling madly.
"I'm Lauren Bradley, but you can call be Bradley. Do you want to be my best friend? Nobody else wants to be my best
friend." she said, her voice eerily cheerful.
Lissa stared at the girl for several long minutes, hardly able to comprehend the level of perkiness in her voice. When she was
actually able to talk again, she took her wand out of its holder on her forearm, holding it casually in her hand. "You are so
bloody cheerful.Bradley huh? I guess we could be friends." The other girl let out a happy squeak and threw her arms
around her neck, squeezing the life out of her. Lissa promptly freaked out at the intensity of human contact and pushed
Bradley away from her. "Merlin! A rule, don't ever touch me unless I give you direct permission or I hug you first, okay?"
"Okay!!" Bradley's voice was still every perky and cheerful. "Let's eat now!"
Gabe had been watching this little interlude and leaned over and whispered softly to his sister. "Let's hope nobody ever gives
that girl sugar, she'll bring Hogwarts to its knees."
Bradley heard someone mention sugar and she immediately began looking avidly around the table. "Sugar? Where's the
sugar? Somebody mentioned sugar! I want some sugar! Best friend do you have any sugar? Suuuuuuugaaar!"
All exceptionally sugary sweets had been banned from feasts a few year before due to this girl's hyper activity. She had
exploded several cauldrons, singed several people's eyebrows, and almost destroyed the castle itself because she had eaten
a bit too much sugar during some feast.
"Merlin, Bradley there is no sugar! Remember your fifth year? They banned sugar because you almost destroyed the school."
"I remember that! I'm not scared though Best Friend because I have sugar in our dormitory! We can share a dormitory now
Best Friend! It'll be so much fun! We can stay up late murdering helpless little rabbits and."
"Did you just say murdering helpless little rabbits?"
"No!"
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did!"
"There you admitted to it."
"Huh? You tricked me! I'm not stupid! Don't call me stupid!"
"I didn't call you stupid. You just thought I did."
"I'm not crazy either. Don't say I'm crazy."
Lissa groaned and transfigured a fork into a large pillow and smacked Bradley several times with it. She changed it back and
glowered at the still hyper and grinning girl. "Merlin, girl. Do you ever calm down?"
"Nope! I have Attention Defic..Defa.Um.Something like that! I have the attentions spawn of a flobberworm."
"You have Attention Deficit Disorder?"
"That's it!"
"Well that explains a lot.You suck, now let me eat."
"Okay Best Friend!"
Lissa muttered a long string of curses under her breath and shifted closer to her brother, whispering softly to him.
"Gaaaabe.Save me from the perky one, she's scaaaaaring me."
He laughed and threw an arm around her, ignoring the glares the rest of the Slytherins gave them.
"I don't think so Liss. You agreed to be her 'best friend' and it'll be highly amusing to watch someone as morbid as you deal
with her. Happy days Liss!"
She groaned and began to pray to every deity that the feast would end soon.
Finally, the feast was over and everything had been announced. Lissa was Headgirl and Draco Malfoy was Headboy.
She had snorted darkly when she had heard that, the anger she always felt towards him rising up like a malevolent cloud. She
could not believe she would have to spend so much time with him. She was dragged out of her thoughts when Brad grabbed
her arm and squealed madly.
"Come on Best Friend!! I'll walk you to your room! Then we can go a killing spree!"
"No sugar for you." Gabe made the mistake of saying. For the second time that night, someone had mentioned sugar in the
hyper one's presence.
"SUGAR! WHERE'S THE SUGAR?? I WANT SUGAR!!" Bradley started screaming, looking around madly. Everyone around the
three of them fled quickly, all knowing the insanity that was birthed when she heard the word sugar.
"There's no bloody sugar you stupid cow! Get over it! I'm tired!"
Gabe looked at his sister, then her friend, and then someone over Lissa's shoulder. A frown creased his brow as he moved to
her side, a protective arm wrapping around her waist. She turned around, as did Brad, and let out a soft, but angry snarl
came from her. Harry and Ron were standing their, both looking livid. Ron took a step forward, but Harry held him back. The
black haired boy kept his friend back.
"Lissa, why the hell were you and your brother resorted?"
"Isn't the change of our names obvious enough? If you can't figure it out I'm not going to tell you. You don't have Mione
around anymore," She had transferred to Beauxbatons the year before because of the better Charms program there. "And
I'm not going to help you any more." Her eyes were glowing fiercely with anger and her hands were balled up into fists, her
nails digging crescent moons in her palms. Harry looked at her hard, his dark green eyes sparking furiously. He walked right up
to her until their noses were almost touching.
"I don't know what's going on with you Lissa, but Ron and I will find out and we won't be here to save you when everything
goes wrong." There was a meaningful look on his face when he said everything and Lissa gave an aggravated snort.
"You are so freakin stupid! You have never been able to figure anything out about Voldemort without Mione's and my help!
It will be you who will need to be saved in the end." She shrieked, her brown eyes black with anger. The entrance hall was
freezing and dainty snowflakes were drifting lazily down from the ceiling. She turned on her heel and stormed up the main
staircase, a flurry of snow following her like a dog its master. Gabe growled angrily at the two boys and strode after his sister.
Bradley grinned evilly at them and from a pocket of her school robes drew a sheathed knife. She took it from its sheath and
ran her fingers along the flat of the blade. "You shouldn't upset my best friend, or you'll have hell to pay." She lunged and put
a long, but shallow, cut on Ron's cheek. "That is but a taste of the sweetness my blade shall wreak upon thy foul bodies." Her
disgusting hyperness seemed to have disappeared for a few blessed moments while her best friend was in obvious distress. She
scowled angrily at them then slid the knife home then hid it within her robes. She stalked away, leaving two very angry,
confused, and slightly surprised boys behind.
Lissa ran up to the Heads room and squeaked the password. Just before she threw herself into the quiet sanctuary, she
asked the portrait not to let anyone one else in. The portrait happily agreed and closed with a snap once she had entered.
She leaned against the cold stone wall, a hand reaching up to the bridge of her nose, trying to alleviate the pounding
headache that had decided to make itself welcome like a halo around her head. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stumbled
over to one of the emerald green couches in front of the fire. She did not notice the blond boy who had been watching her
avidly since she came in. Lissa sank into the welcoming fabric and pulled her legs up beside her. She took her wand out of her
robes to perform a pain relieving spell when she saw the blond.
"What the hell do you want Malfoy?" She yelled hoarsely, her eyes still black.
"I don't believe you're a Roza. They all died." Malfoy sneered, his blue eyes flashing nastily. She took a breath and quickly
counted to ten, trying to keep her temper in check.
"Just because your prat of a father wants you to believe that my family all died, you do? That's really, really sad Malfoy."
"You shut your mouth about my father you filthy little mudblood!"
Her blood boiled at the insult. It no longer applied to her and he had absolutely no right. All the horrible things that had
happened since the middle of summer came crashing down on her, and a feeling of complete despair over came her. She let
all of the rage and anguish she was feeling come out in her natural, elemental power. A wind of hurricane force began to
blow ferociously and pushed Malfoy up against the far wall. The temperature began to drop to dangerous levels as Lissa
advanced. "You dare call me that name! You have no right! It is not your blood that determines who you are; it is the way
you act around others and your personality. By acting like a selfish, stuck- up prat you, not me are the one who possesses dirty
blood. Now get of my freakin case Malfoy and just test my freakin blood so I can get you to bloody well shut up!"
Malfoy was seriously cowed by the display of power and the anger that was lashing at him like the whips of a slave master. He
met her eye to eye and for the first time in the sevens years he had known her, he looked past her exterior to the person within.
What he saw there surprised him and he quickly bowed his head. He nodded meekly and waited for her to take her power off
of him. Lissa's hands rested on her hips as a scowl spread across her face. "Well, aren't you going to test my blood?"
Malfoy met her brown hues with his own silver ones, trying to keep that customary smirk from creeping across his lips. "I would,
but I'm currently pressed against a rather uncomfortable wall by a gale."
"Oh, right." She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, and the wind died and the temperature rose. He strode over to her,
his wand raised. She took one of her hands from her hip, her index finger outstretched. He tapped his wand against the fleshy
tip and a drop of blood appeared. A few minutes in tense silence passed, and then words written in fire appeared in the air in
front of them.
Analissa Chailyn Malize Roza
Born on June 15, 1985 at St. Mungos
Mother: Chailyn Snape Roza
Father: Lionel Moss Roza
Malfoy gaped at the words and quickly waved the wand, the flame words turning into ash and drifting to the floor. "So you
and your brother really are the last Rozas.Merlin."
Lissa scowled angrily at him and quickly cast a pain relieving charm over herself. "Yes, I was telling the truth. Move? I need to
go to sleep."
"No. There are probably some things you need to know or you'll be in trouble."
"Trouble? What you think is trouble is a walk in the park for me Ferret, now move!"
He shook his head and pushed her against the wall, his hands on her shoulders. They stared into each other's eyes for several
seconds until Lissa kicked him in the shin. "Analissa, listen to me. You have a power that the Dark Lord will want. You and your
brother combined are powerful enough to completely wipe out any resistance. There are going to be many Death Eater
children writing home to their parents tonight. The Dark Lord will know that the children of his most loyal servant are still alive.
He will try and use you against Potter."
She looked at him for a moment, the rage on her face intensifying. "I don't care about Potter and Weasley. Their fathers killed
my parents then tried to annihilate Gabe and me. That is something I never can forgive them for."
"So you would kill two people who, until recently, were almost family to you?"
"Of course.I.No, hey wait." Malfoy stepped away from her as she slid down the stone wall he had pushed her against, her
head resting on her knees. For several moments there was silence, and then the sound of anguish filled sobs echoed around
the small, private common room. A look of great surprise crossed his face and he took a tentative step towards her, afraid to
placate her unless he was thrown against the wall again. "Analissa? Analissa are you all right?"
She lifted her face from her lap, big tears streaming down her cheeks. Her dark brown eyes were haunted as the scene in her
living room played over and over again in her mind's eye. "I witnessed my parent's murder scene, learnt the adults who took
care of me adopted me, and that my real parents were deatheaters in the space of a month and you expect me to be
okay? You are such an unfeeling, stupid, heartless, unsavory, unfeeling bastard!"
"You said unfeeling twice."
Lissa screamed loudly in anger and got up. She ran past him and up the stairs, to the quiet safe haven of the Headgirl's
bedroom. The moment she was lying on her emerald green bed she cast several shield and silence spells so no one, namely
Malfoy, would be able to enter her room. Desperately in her mind, she reached for the familiar presence of her brother.
(AN- Anything in are the twin's telepathically communicating)
Her mind voice was filled with pain. Moments passed and the cascade of tears falling down
her cheeks intensified as small cries came from her. Finally, the soothing masculine of the only person in the world she loved
echoed softly in her head.
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A good fifteen minutes later Lissa was finished with her ranting and suddenly realized her err.
Lissa sighed quietly and rubbed her temples, the familiar and comforting presence of her brother like a small child's safety
blanket in her head.
and then he promptly severed their connection. She sighed again and lay back on her bed; moment's later
sleep claimed her in his sweet embrace.
Hello mon amies! Another ever so spiffy chapter.Review? Please? I won't beg.*gets on knees* PLEEEEEAAASSSE?? Review.
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