~*Changing Sides?*~
Lying flat on my back staring at the canopy that covered my grand bed I began to think about my first day at Hogwarts. I had done some research into the history of Slytherin and was completely surprised in how I managed to get in. I had read that only pure-bloods were able to be accepted. This puzzled me greatly as I was pretty sure that I wasn't. My parents had never shown the slightest hint of being magical. I then thought that I was lying on my bed mid-evening thinking about something that I could easily find out. I grabbed a piece of parchment and my quill off my night stand and began writing furiously.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dear mother,
I have been thinking recently about my admittance to the house of Slytherin and me being here in the first place. I couldn't ask you over the holidays as I was completely unsure of the outcome. However after some research I need to find out the answers. Are you and father magical? I have read that only pure-bloods are allowed to be in Slytherin. If the answer is no, then how did you even find out about Hogwarts?
Please do not feel offended as I only seek the truth...
Yours truly,
Olympiya
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I unlocked the door to my tawny owl's cage and fastened the letter to his left leg.
"Fly swift and safe Theo." I whispered as I opened the window.
Watching him take flight gave me same feeling of freedom each time. How he soared beyond the confines of the school to his destination.
"Coming down Oly?"
"What's going on?"
"Nothing, someone wants to see you."
"Tell them I'll be there in a minute."
I was secretly hoping that it would be Severus, but we have rarely spoken in five years when he saw me talking to Sirius one lunch time. I knew he thought we had been talking about him, well we were, but it was really more me talking and him listening. Sirius and his friends, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter, had been plaguing Severus since first year with tricks and spells making him look ridiculous. I only stepped in as I felt they were talking things too far when it involved the blasted Whomping Willow.
*flashback*
"Why do you keep doing this to Severus?"
"You mean Snivellus surely?
"Sirius you are totally out of line, you have no reason to."
"We have plenty..."
"Go on then? What pathetic excuse do you have for almost killing him?"
"Ah, well...it did start out as funny..."
"But it wasn't, was it...you pushed him to the edge. Every little trick made him worse. Why Sirius, give me one good reason?" People were beginning to notice our conversation and began to listen intently.
"We knew he wanted to find out about Lupin..."Clamping his hand to his face in realisation he started to backtrack." He...well..."
"Find out he is a Werewolf?"
"How do you know?"
"Anyone with half a brain and a watchful eye can work that out. Funny how someone is always ill on a full moon isn't it." I spat
"Typical Slytherin..."
"There are things you do not know Siri..."
*fin*
I had only to catch Severus's eye to see the hate welling up, pure hatred. I ran after him, but to no avail. He was gone and it was my entire fault.
I caught my breath and wiped my tears away. It was no use crying now; I had left it too late for any of the damage to be repaired. Clocking my reflection in the mirror to make sure my crying had not ruined my snake demeanour I fled downstairs to be faced with a parade of disgusted faces.
"Gryffindors have been calling for you I suggest that you get rid of them." The voice was venomous, sound like acid hitting a soft floor, it was Severus. "I suspect they want you to join with them, you have always been close." I let no emotion show through, if I had I would have been a crumpled heap on the floor, that is not at all Slytherin-like is it?
I stepped outside the common room to be greeted by nothing. Well I thought it was nothing, as the portrait door shut a head appeared from thin air. Slightly shocked by this I took a step back, steadying my over balance with a hand.
"Sirius?"
"That's my name..."
"What are you doing here? Haven't you caused me enough trouble?"
"I have been thinking about that conversation for a while...what exactly did you mean by th..."
"Why should I tell you, ever since then Severus has barely looked me in the eye. Do you know what that has felt like?"
"No, well not that...I am sorry...what you said about me not knowing things?"
I didn't reply.
"Come to our dorm will you, we're going to have a rousing game of truth or dare!"
"It's not like I'm going to be let back in there is it?"
"Guess not..."
I followed then to their dorm noticing that they were in a much nicer part of the castle. Well anywhere is better than the dungeons. It was filled with a light unknown to me. Although eerie it was calm and quiet, much like the Gryffindors.
"Carpe diem." James chirped
"You better wear this...the other's know you're here, but we don't want the whole of the house knowing that a Slytherin has been allowed in!" Sirius finished with flailing arms mimicking panic.
I had the cloak thrown over me and I quietly followed them, careful not to bump into anyone to alert them to my presence. Their common room was filled with mismatch furniture that was sagging with age and good use. Nothing seemed to match, but it had such a warm feel that even if the fire was extinguished the room would still be heated. Sirius was continually looked behind him trying to locate me, but I was having too much fun staring at his behind I rarely noticed. Between the door and the dorm I had managed to wrestle my tie over my head so it wasn't blatantly obvious that I was a Slytherin. However before I had time to compose myself the cape was pulled off me to reveal to a room full of 'enemies' a rather dishevelled Slytherin.
Fortunately it was Sirius's cronies, but with two extra girls who were eyeing me up expecting to see Voldemort himself apparate in front of them.
"This is Olympiya Blayton of Slytherin fame."
"You don't look like a Slytherin." One of the girls commented
"Wait a minute." I asked preening my hair, "that any better?"
They laughed and we settled into what was truthfully described as a rousing game of truth and dare.
Lying flat on my back staring at the canopy that covered my grand bed I began to think about my first day at Hogwarts. I had done some research into the history of Slytherin and was completely surprised in how I managed to get in. I had read that only pure-bloods were able to be accepted. This puzzled me greatly as I was pretty sure that I wasn't. My parents had never shown the slightest hint of being magical. I then thought that I was lying on my bed mid-evening thinking about something that I could easily find out. I grabbed a piece of parchment and my quill off my night stand and began writing furiously.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dear mother,
I have been thinking recently about my admittance to the house of Slytherin and me being here in the first place. I couldn't ask you over the holidays as I was completely unsure of the outcome. However after some research I need to find out the answers. Are you and father magical? I have read that only pure-bloods are allowed to be in Slytherin. If the answer is no, then how did you even find out about Hogwarts?
Please do not feel offended as I only seek the truth...
Yours truly,
Olympiya
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I unlocked the door to my tawny owl's cage and fastened the letter to his left leg.
"Fly swift and safe Theo." I whispered as I opened the window.
Watching him take flight gave me same feeling of freedom each time. How he soared beyond the confines of the school to his destination.
"Coming down Oly?"
"What's going on?"
"Nothing, someone wants to see you."
"Tell them I'll be there in a minute."
I was secretly hoping that it would be Severus, but we have rarely spoken in five years when he saw me talking to Sirius one lunch time. I knew he thought we had been talking about him, well we were, but it was really more me talking and him listening. Sirius and his friends, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter, had been plaguing Severus since first year with tricks and spells making him look ridiculous. I only stepped in as I felt they were talking things too far when it involved the blasted Whomping Willow.
*flashback*
"Why do you keep doing this to Severus?"
"You mean Snivellus surely?
"Sirius you are totally out of line, you have no reason to."
"We have plenty..."
"Go on then? What pathetic excuse do you have for almost killing him?"
"Ah, well...it did start out as funny..."
"But it wasn't, was it...you pushed him to the edge. Every little trick made him worse. Why Sirius, give me one good reason?" People were beginning to notice our conversation and began to listen intently.
"We knew he wanted to find out about Lupin..."Clamping his hand to his face in realisation he started to backtrack." He...well..."
"Find out he is a Werewolf?"
"How do you know?"
"Anyone with half a brain and a watchful eye can work that out. Funny how someone is always ill on a full moon isn't it." I spat
"Typical Slytherin..."
"There are things you do not know Siri..."
*fin*
I had only to catch Severus's eye to see the hate welling up, pure hatred. I ran after him, but to no avail. He was gone and it was my entire fault.
I caught my breath and wiped my tears away. It was no use crying now; I had left it too late for any of the damage to be repaired. Clocking my reflection in the mirror to make sure my crying had not ruined my snake demeanour I fled downstairs to be faced with a parade of disgusted faces.
"Gryffindors have been calling for you I suggest that you get rid of them." The voice was venomous, sound like acid hitting a soft floor, it was Severus. "I suspect they want you to join with them, you have always been close." I let no emotion show through, if I had I would have been a crumpled heap on the floor, that is not at all Slytherin-like is it?
I stepped outside the common room to be greeted by nothing. Well I thought it was nothing, as the portrait door shut a head appeared from thin air. Slightly shocked by this I took a step back, steadying my over balance with a hand.
"Sirius?"
"That's my name..."
"What are you doing here? Haven't you caused me enough trouble?"
"I have been thinking about that conversation for a while...what exactly did you mean by th..."
"Why should I tell you, ever since then Severus has barely looked me in the eye. Do you know what that has felt like?"
"No, well not that...I am sorry...what you said about me not knowing things?"
I didn't reply.
"Come to our dorm will you, we're going to have a rousing game of truth or dare!"
"It's not like I'm going to be let back in there is it?"
"Guess not..."
I followed then to their dorm noticing that they were in a much nicer part of the castle. Well anywhere is better than the dungeons. It was filled with a light unknown to me. Although eerie it was calm and quiet, much like the Gryffindors.
"Carpe diem." James chirped
"You better wear this...the other's know you're here, but we don't want the whole of the house knowing that a Slytherin has been allowed in!" Sirius finished with flailing arms mimicking panic.
I had the cloak thrown over me and I quietly followed them, careful not to bump into anyone to alert them to my presence. Their common room was filled with mismatch furniture that was sagging with age and good use. Nothing seemed to match, but it had such a warm feel that even if the fire was extinguished the room would still be heated. Sirius was continually looked behind him trying to locate me, but I was having too much fun staring at his behind I rarely noticed. Between the door and the dorm I had managed to wrestle my tie over my head so it wasn't blatantly obvious that I was a Slytherin. However before I had time to compose myself the cape was pulled off me to reveal to a room full of 'enemies' a rather dishevelled Slytherin.
Fortunately it was Sirius's cronies, but with two extra girls who were eyeing me up expecting to see Voldemort himself apparate in front of them.
"This is Olympiya Blayton of Slytherin fame."
"You don't look like a Slytherin." One of the girls commented
"Wait a minute." I asked preening my hair, "that any better?"
They laughed and we settled into what was truthfully described as a rousing game of truth and dare.