The students gathered at Breakfast, all sitting at the house tables. The hall went quite as Dumledore risen to make a speech. Everybody knew this day would be unlike any other, and no other topic was more discussed in the school corridiors that what was about to occur. A new student was being transferred from the Durmstrang Academy, and rumours were, she wasn't quite normal. A week before Dumbledore has risen in quite the same fashion as the hall silenced, and announced that Priscillia Donovan, the tranfer student, was a vampire.
Harry Potter sat at the Gryffindor Table, lips pressed together tightly. He was nervous, but he didn't know why. He sensed darkness coming to Hogwarts, like a dark rain cloud creeping upon a blue summer sky. He looked up at Dumbledore, and into his eyes, peering above his half moon spectacles as he announced that if any trouble was given to Prescillia because of her unique being, he would personally call the student up to his office and send a letter to his or her parents. The door of the Great Hall creaked open. First to enter was Professor Snape carrying a black trunk, followed by Professor McGonagall who was carrying the three-leghged stool with the Sorting Hat, but no-one was looking at them. The gazes all fixed on a girl who walked into the hall slowly. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, almost frightened as the whole exploded in whispers and gasps. It was like watching a rare species of an animal trapped inside a cage in a zoo, siding from the stares of the crowd that surrounded her. Everytime Harry thought of a vampire and the way they were described, he always imagined what Priscillia would look like. He thought of a girl pale as snow with black long hair, pointed nose, and sharp blood-stained canine teeth poking out from her blood-red lips. As soon as he saw her, all those images went down the drain, because the truth was, she looked surprisingly... normal. She had dark brown waist-length hair and eyes, the greenest shade of emeralds. Harry sat quite a distance from her, but he still could see them, shining with silent tears as she walked up to the stool which McGonagall has set down.
***
Draco watched the girl make her way to the front, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. For the time she spends in Hogwarts would be full of battle with stereotypes and rumours, and people fearing her. Draco knew just by the look at her face that she was harmless, and being born a vampire, doesn't mean she will act like one. He saw the look on her face and almost wanted to go up to her, and take her hand as she sat down on the three-legged stool, and put on the sorting hat. The Hall silenced again as the Hat was placed on Priscillia's head. For seven minutes the Hall remained silent, as did the Sorting Hat. It was obvious that they were deciding something, conversing, until finally the flap opened up and the Gat screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
***
Priscillia has not been seen in lessons that day. Dumbledore said he wanted to give her some time to settle in but it wasn't true and Draco knew it. At the beginning of every lesson that day, the teachers made a lecture about how if anyone ever says anything to her that might offend her, they will be sorry. Draco sighed as he walked down the corridor to a prefect meeting. Seventh year at Hogwarts was the hardest of them all, and being the Head Boy didn't make it any easier. As he walked past, he head a phrase that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Two Ravenclaw girls were talking about Priscillia.
"Has Dumbledore lost his mind? What if she drinks all our blood in your sleep?"
"He must have! I mean... a VAMPIRE AT HOGWARTS?"
The girls spoke in low voices but loud enough for Draco's trained hearing. He turned around and walked up to them.
"Well, hello ladies!"
Both girls blushed and giggled, and muttered silent 'Hi's. Draco rarely spoke to females for that precise reason, as soon as he did, they started blushing and flirting.
"Yes... pleasure to meet you too! Well, as a token of our meeting, I will take only 50 house points off each of you, instead of marching you right up to Dumbledore for disobeying his crearly spoken rules. I hope I am being reasonable."
Draco walked off, turning back as he heard the "Oh! What a PIG!" from one of the girls.
"Make that 60 points for you... Have a good day ladies."
***
"20 points off Gryffindor, Potter! Next time you plan to poison us, DO ask if we agree first!"
Harry was having a miserable time. Once again, he has added a wrong ingredient to his potion and almost poisoned the whole class. Most unfortunately, Hermione left at the beginning of the lesson to attend the prefect meeting, so she wasn't there to help him in a quiter manner. He sighed. She would come back late again, muttering angrily how Draco disagreed with her new proposal for a fundraiser or something... (To set up a major event like a fundraiser it takes both the Head Boy and the Head Girl to agree, and at least half of all the prefects) and her mood would be spoiled for the rest of the day... Grr... why doesn't Draco just agree to something at least for the sake of her bruised ego?
"Harry!"
He felt an elbow in the ribs. It was Ron, pointing urgently at Harry's potion which turned a nasty shade of bubbling Khaki green. Harry looked around the dungeon. Everybody was looking at him and Snape was eyeing him with such nastiness, that he looked like if given the chance, he could strangle Harry right there, right then. How long has Harry been sitting there, lost in thought?
"Mr Potter!" Snape's voice was shaking with fury "You have just wasted 10 MINUTES of my class DAYDREAMING! I expect it just slipped you mind that we are making a potion that will DETERMINE YOU FUTURE MARK! I would rather die, than allowing such a careless person pass for an auror! Aurors save lives and so far all you've done is attemted to destroy all ours! I will take further 50 points off Gryffindor, and I expect to see you at this dungeon at 6 p.m. for every day for the next week to serve detention."
Great, Harry thought, I bet he'll give me the worst detention ever...
"What will I be doing sir?"
Snape smiled the nastiest smile Harry has seen yet.
"Scraping the Boys' Bathroom"
***
Harry Potter sat at the Gryffindor Table, lips pressed together tightly. He was nervous, but he didn't know why. He sensed darkness coming to Hogwarts, like a dark rain cloud creeping upon a blue summer sky. He looked up at Dumbledore, and into his eyes, peering above his half moon spectacles as he announced that if any trouble was given to Prescillia because of her unique being, he would personally call the student up to his office and send a letter to his or her parents. The door of the Great Hall creaked open. First to enter was Professor Snape carrying a black trunk, followed by Professor McGonagall who was carrying the three-leghged stool with the Sorting Hat, but no-one was looking at them. The gazes all fixed on a girl who walked into the hall slowly. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, almost frightened as the whole exploded in whispers and gasps. It was like watching a rare species of an animal trapped inside a cage in a zoo, siding from the stares of the crowd that surrounded her. Everytime Harry thought of a vampire and the way they were described, he always imagined what Priscillia would look like. He thought of a girl pale as snow with black long hair, pointed nose, and sharp blood-stained canine teeth poking out from her blood-red lips. As soon as he saw her, all those images went down the drain, because the truth was, she looked surprisingly... normal. She had dark brown waist-length hair and eyes, the greenest shade of emeralds. Harry sat quite a distance from her, but he still could see them, shining with silent tears as she walked up to the stool which McGonagall has set down.
***
Draco watched the girl make her way to the front, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. For the time she spends in Hogwarts would be full of battle with stereotypes and rumours, and people fearing her. Draco knew just by the look at her face that she was harmless, and being born a vampire, doesn't mean she will act like one. He saw the look on her face and almost wanted to go up to her, and take her hand as she sat down on the three-legged stool, and put on the sorting hat. The Hall silenced again as the Hat was placed on Priscillia's head. For seven minutes the Hall remained silent, as did the Sorting Hat. It was obvious that they were deciding something, conversing, until finally the flap opened up and the Gat screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
***
Priscillia has not been seen in lessons that day. Dumbledore said he wanted to give her some time to settle in but it wasn't true and Draco knew it. At the beginning of every lesson that day, the teachers made a lecture about how if anyone ever says anything to her that might offend her, they will be sorry. Draco sighed as he walked down the corridor to a prefect meeting. Seventh year at Hogwarts was the hardest of them all, and being the Head Boy didn't make it any easier. As he walked past, he head a phrase that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Two Ravenclaw girls were talking about Priscillia.
"Has Dumbledore lost his mind? What if she drinks all our blood in your sleep?"
"He must have! I mean... a VAMPIRE AT HOGWARTS?"
The girls spoke in low voices but loud enough for Draco's trained hearing. He turned around and walked up to them.
"Well, hello ladies!"
Both girls blushed and giggled, and muttered silent 'Hi's. Draco rarely spoke to females for that precise reason, as soon as he did, they started blushing and flirting.
"Yes... pleasure to meet you too! Well, as a token of our meeting, I will take only 50 house points off each of you, instead of marching you right up to Dumbledore for disobeying his crearly spoken rules. I hope I am being reasonable."
Draco walked off, turning back as he heard the "Oh! What a PIG!" from one of the girls.
"Make that 60 points for you... Have a good day ladies."
***
"20 points off Gryffindor, Potter! Next time you plan to poison us, DO ask if we agree first!"
Harry was having a miserable time. Once again, he has added a wrong ingredient to his potion and almost poisoned the whole class. Most unfortunately, Hermione left at the beginning of the lesson to attend the prefect meeting, so she wasn't there to help him in a quiter manner. He sighed. She would come back late again, muttering angrily how Draco disagreed with her new proposal for a fundraiser or something... (To set up a major event like a fundraiser it takes both the Head Boy and the Head Girl to agree, and at least half of all the prefects) and her mood would be spoiled for the rest of the day... Grr... why doesn't Draco just agree to something at least for the sake of her bruised ego?
"Harry!"
He felt an elbow in the ribs. It was Ron, pointing urgently at Harry's potion which turned a nasty shade of bubbling Khaki green. Harry looked around the dungeon. Everybody was looking at him and Snape was eyeing him with such nastiness, that he looked like if given the chance, he could strangle Harry right there, right then. How long has Harry been sitting there, lost in thought?
"Mr Potter!" Snape's voice was shaking with fury "You have just wasted 10 MINUTES of my class DAYDREAMING! I expect it just slipped you mind that we are making a potion that will DETERMINE YOU FUTURE MARK! I would rather die, than allowing such a careless person pass for an auror! Aurors save lives and so far all you've done is attemted to destroy all ours! I will take further 50 points off Gryffindor, and I expect to see you at this dungeon at 6 p.m. for every day for the next week to serve detention."
Great, Harry thought, I bet he'll give me the worst detention ever...
"What will I be doing sir?"
Snape smiled the nastiest smile Harry has seen yet.
"Scraping the Boys' Bathroom"
***