Chapter 2: What Might Have Been
I Disclaim! I do not own anything from J.K Rowling, or Marion Zimmer Bradley. (Who are my favourite authors of all time.)
Blaise did have a friend. A friend she could say anything to. A friend that was always there for here. Her friend would never talk back to her, because, quite frankly- her friend couldn't talk.
Desi was Blaise's black cat. When Blaise had received her Hogwarts letter, and found she could bring either a cat, a toad, or an owl, the toad and owl options had been quickly ruled out. Where would she find an owl? And Toads were really disgusting.
So she went to the local animal shelter, and picked up Desi. The cat had been an orphan too, and the colour black seemed an appropriate colour for the cat of a witch.
Desi was just a kitten when Blaise 'saved' her. She had been incredibly playful, but had matured over the years that Marlee had her. . . somewhat.
Now, four years later, Blaise put Desi into her carrier cage for their 5th trip to Hogwarts.
Desi was the last thing that Blaise packed, seeing as she had most of her things packed for over 2 weeks. She was almost as excited to go to Hogwarts as she had been the first time. Harry would be at Hogwarts, and she would make him see that she was no ordinary Slytherin.
She had thought of that day in Diagon Ally a lot since it happened. She daydreamed about the finer points of the day, and rewrote the ending many times.
"Potions? Care of Magical Creatures?"
"Yeah."
"You're a Slytherin! Wow, I've never met a Slytherin as friendly as you before."
"Yeah well, some Slytherins aren't as bad as you think. We're just shy, It's the other Slytherins that give us a bad name."
"Bloody gits!"
"Yeah, I hate them too."
"My uncle will be here soon, so I better go, but I'll see you at school. I'm sure that we'll be the great friends. And you are in no way corrupt or obscene."
"Thanks Harry! I'll see you September 1st"
"I'll save you a seat in the express"
That never happened, but Harry will become her friend. They will be great friends. He was so nice to her, and they had a lot of fun talking. Sure Harry's rejection hurt a lot, especially because he had been so nice to her before, but he would apologise to her.
Carrying Desi's cage, and pulling her trunk behind her, Blaise made her way to the taxi that would take her to King's Cross Station.
"May I sit here?" Blaise asked the girl she new to be Harry's friend Hermione.
"Yeah sure. This is Ron by the way, I'm Hermione." Hermione replied. Ron gave a little grunt of assent, so Marlee sat down next to Hermione.
"My name's Blaise, it's nice to meet you." And with that Blaise took out her book and began reading.
"The Mists of Avalon?" Hermione asked. "That's, like, one of the only muggle books that actually has true witchcraft in it. Marion Zimmer Bradley wasn't a witch, but she married a wizard historian. She became fascinated with the Druids, and how 'Merlin' wasn't actually just one guy, but the name for really revered Druids throughout the Medieval Times. So she wrote books about them, and got them published by Muggles."
"Really? I didn't know that. I got the book out of the library because I love reading muggle depictions of the wizarding world, but everything seemed pretty accurate."
"You actually know something about the Druids?" Hermione asked, amazed.
"Yeah, Professor Binns said some stuff about them in History of Magic, so I looked them up in the library. It was actually quite interesting."
"Oh. Are you in Ravenclaw?"
"No, she's a Slytherin." Came a voice from the doorway. Both girls, and Ron turned to see Harry standing there. "She doesn't like people knowing, so she keeps it a secret."
"I was just about to tell Hermione myself, thank-you. And I told you when you asked, don't be so cynical." Blaise replied.
"Cynical? This coming from a Slytherin? Who are you to judge." Harry asked her.
"I'm a human being, I'll have you know, and that came before me being a Slytherin. I have as much right as you to judge, but my judgement isn't biased like yours."
"Now you're accusing me of being biased to?"
"Wow, you're smart. It's a wonder you weren't put in Ravenclaw." Blaise muttered sarcastically.
"Well, it would have been a wonder if you were!"
"Both of you stop it!" Hermione yelled. "Grow-up, you're giving me a headache. Now maybe you should leave Blaise."
"Leave? You said I could sit here." Blaise said dejectedly, feeling anger rise up within her. "Ok, if you want to be that way, I'll go see if I can find an empty compartment. And I take it back Harry, I know why you weren't sorted into Ravenclaw, but by your standards. . . I have know clue why you weren't sorted into Slytherin. Good-day."
"Why don't you just go conspire with all your little Slytherin friends? Tell them how you made a 'fool' out of 3 'pathetic, little' Gryffindors." Ron interjected.
"You wouldn't understand." Blaise said so quietly that it was almost a whisper. "None of you would."
And she left, quietly closing the door behind her. She never did find that empty compartment. But sat with a couple of first year Muggle borns, who didn't know what Slytherin was, or what she was to the Slytherins.
She day dreamed about what might have happened if she had been put in Gryffindor, or any other house for that matter. Blaise knew that she shouldn't, but she couldn't help dabbling in what might have been.
I Disclaim! I do not own anything from J.K Rowling, or Marion Zimmer Bradley. (Who are my favourite authors of all time.)
Blaise did have a friend. A friend she could say anything to. A friend that was always there for here. Her friend would never talk back to her, because, quite frankly- her friend couldn't talk.
Desi was Blaise's black cat. When Blaise had received her Hogwarts letter, and found she could bring either a cat, a toad, or an owl, the toad and owl options had been quickly ruled out. Where would she find an owl? And Toads were really disgusting.
So she went to the local animal shelter, and picked up Desi. The cat had been an orphan too, and the colour black seemed an appropriate colour for the cat of a witch.
Desi was just a kitten when Blaise 'saved' her. She had been incredibly playful, but had matured over the years that Marlee had her. . . somewhat.
Now, four years later, Blaise put Desi into her carrier cage for their 5th trip to Hogwarts.
Desi was the last thing that Blaise packed, seeing as she had most of her things packed for over 2 weeks. She was almost as excited to go to Hogwarts as she had been the first time. Harry would be at Hogwarts, and she would make him see that she was no ordinary Slytherin.
She had thought of that day in Diagon Ally a lot since it happened. She daydreamed about the finer points of the day, and rewrote the ending many times.
"Potions? Care of Magical Creatures?"
"Yeah."
"You're a Slytherin! Wow, I've never met a Slytherin as friendly as you before."
"Yeah well, some Slytherins aren't as bad as you think. We're just shy, It's the other Slytherins that give us a bad name."
"Bloody gits!"
"Yeah, I hate them too."
"My uncle will be here soon, so I better go, but I'll see you at school. I'm sure that we'll be the great friends. And you are in no way corrupt or obscene."
"Thanks Harry! I'll see you September 1st"
"I'll save you a seat in the express"
That never happened, but Harry will become her friend. They will be great friends. He was so nice to her, and they had a lot of fun talking. Sure Harry's rejection hurt a lot, especially because he had been so nice to her before, but he would apologise to her.
Carrying Desi's cage, and pulling her trunk behind her, Blaise made her way to the taxi that would take her to King's Cross Station.
"May I sit here?" Blaise asked the girl she new to be Harry's friend Hermione.
"Yeah sure. This is Ron by the way, I'm Hermione." Hermione replied. Ron gave a little grunt of assent, so Marlee sat down next to Hermione.
"My name's Blaise, it's nice to meet you." And with that Blaise took out her book and began reading.
"The Mists of Avalon?" Hermione asked. "That's, like, one of the only muggle books that actually has true witchcraft in it. Marion Zimmer Bradley wasn't a witch, but she married a wizard historian. She became fascinated with the Druids, and how 'Merlin' wasn't actually just one guy, but the name for really revered Druids throughout the Medieval Times. So she wrote books about them, and got them published by Muggles."
"Really? I didn't know that. I got the book out of the library because I love reading muggle depictions of the wizarding world, but everything seemed pretty accurate."
"You actually know something about the Druids?" Hermione asked, amazed.
"Yeah, Professor Binns said some stuff about them in History of Magic, so I looked them up in the library. It was actually quite interesting."
"Oh. Are you in Ravenclaw?"
"No, she's a Slytherin." Came a voice from the doorway. Both girls, and Ron turned to see Harry standing there. "She doesn't like people knowing, so she keeps it a secret."
"I was just about to tell Hermione myself, thank-you. And I told you when you asked, don't be so cynical." Blaise replied.
"Cynical? This coming from a Slytherin? Who are you to judge." Harry asked her.
"I'm a human being, I'll have you know, and that came before me being a Slytherin. I have as much right as you to judge, but my judgement isn't biased like yours."
"Now you're accusing me of being biased to?"
"Wow, you're smart. It's a wonder you weren't put in Ravenclaw." Blaise muttered sarcastically.
"Well, it would have been a wonder if you were!"
"Both of you stop it!" Hermione yelled. "Grow-up, you're giving me a headache. Now maybe you should leave Blaise."
"Leave? You said I could sit here." Blaise said dejectedly, feeling anger rise up within her. "Ok, if you want to be that way, I'll go see if I can find an empty compartment. And I take it back Harry, I know why you weren't sorted into Ravenclaw, but by your standards. . . I have know clue why you weren't sorted into Slytherin. Good-day."
"Why don't you just go conspire with all your little Slytherin friends? Tell them how you made a 'fool' out of 3 'pathetic, little' Gryffindors." Ron interjected.
"You wouldn't understand." Blaise said so quietly that it was almost a whisper. "None of you would."
And she left, quietly closing the door behind her. She never did find that empty compartment. But sat with a couple of first year Muggle borns, who didn't know what Slytherin was, or what she was to the Slytherins.
She day dreamed about what might have happened if she had been put in Gryffindor, or any other house for that matter. Blaise knew that she shouldn't, but she couldn't help dabbling in what might have been.