Ok this is a new fiction of mine so tell me if ya'll like it. I may write a
sequel if I get enough positive feedback.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter though I wish I did. I'm merely using the idea's to make another story.
-Blue on Black-
Prelude
She was never noticed. Never looked at twice. She was isolated from friendships, and relationships. She may have been a Ravenclaw, with the smarts, but her shy a self-conscience nature kept her closed up. She would not have the heartache of loss yet again.
There must be a reason why she was put here. Maybe she was doomed to eternal loneliness. she didn't know, but it would fit. When you think of ice, you think of snowstorms, deep empty gorges. isolation in barren places like the Tundra. Well she was the 'Ice Maiden'.
How ironic, that it happened to be winter right now. She didn't mind, because it was in winters on the Terran, that her powers were heightened and her energy rose. Another reason may have been that she didn't feel the cold like others did, for Mercurial blood ran through her veins, and her home planet during summer was MUCH colder than winter on Terran, ever could get...
So right now, if anyone had seen her, they would have thought she was insane, but frankly she couldn't care less. They already did not talk to her, only -about- her, and she may as well give them something to talk about. I mean, not many people would sit outside, in early morning, the day before Christmas Eve, in muggle clothes that consisted of an ice blue, sleeveless turtleneck, with snow-white pants and matching ice blue sneakers.
Ami Anderson sighed as she lay back on the snow. Sometimes, having no friends got very lonely. She just didn't want to feel the pain. And due to this anti-social attitude in her first year, she was officially labeled the freak. But a lot of things had attributed to that particular sentiment. Firstly, her skin was not pale. but ivory and to her fellow students, that was weird. and another reason was her hair. Sure in the shade it looked normal, but when any form of light hit it, artificial, candle, or sunlight, it shimmered to a blue. She resorted to dyeing it dead black to cover it up, and it only 'sorta' helped. It had started to shimmer a navy blue, so finally getting sick of it, she stopped, and within the week, her hair returned to the beautiful blue (in her opinion) it had once been. She saw nothing wrong with it, but obviously these Terrans did, so she kept her hair, which reached mid-back, in a tight bun, and used glasses, though she didn't need them, to hide her true self from everyone.
She was now a fourth year, and right now, was outside by the lake, with her nose in a book on astronomy. It was her best subject, and at the moment she was so absorbed in the myth of the planet Saturn that she didn't notice the Slytherin boys headed up to her, snickering and passing Sickles
"Hey freak of nature, you trying to catch pneumonia or are you just plain insane?"
Inwardly asking the Gods what she had done to deserve this, she snapped her book shut, and stood up, elegantly brushing the snow off her dry white pants, "Neither." She replied curtly, before walking away, to the other side of the lake, and sitting back down, this time against the great oak tree at its edge, and re-opening her book. Couldn't a girl read in peace?
"Hey! Freak! I wasn't finished!" yelled the guy walking up to her, followed by the other Slytherin boys with him.
"I'm sorry, but did I forget to mention the fact that, I DON'T CARE." Growled Ami, sarcasm just dripping from her words, and anger gave her voice a sharp edge to it.
"Little bitch!! No one speaks to me that way!"
"Whatever Crabbe. Just go away, can't I even -read- in peace?"
"No. You are going to listen to me, NOW!" Crabbe snatched up the book from her hands and held it out of her reach, a stupid smirk plastered on his face.
"Hey! Give that back!
"No Way! Tormenting you is way too fun to do that, freak." He laughed tossing the book to Goyle, who flipped through it and laughed as well.
"Why would anyone read this unless it's for class? There're no pictures!"
"You know some people actually have an imagination, and like to use it. Although that maybe a little too much to ask of the likes' of you." She went to grab the book from Goyle's hands but he threw it to Crabbe again. She was starting to get aggravated, so she took a few deep breaths and slowly walked away, "Accio Astrological Myths and legends" and with a wave of her wand, the book flew out of Crabbe's hands, and into her own, as she made her way to the castle, for dinner. She didn't need to get angry and cause a blizzard. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve.
"HEY! FREAK!! GET BACK HERE!! WE'RE NOT FINISHED HERE!" he yelled out
"Oh I believe we are." She threw over her shoulder as she walked up the steps to the castle.
In the great hall, she sat at the very edge seat of the Ravenclaw table. Looking around, she noticed that it was mostly the Gryffindors and Slytherins who were up, because of the big match today. Nope. She wasn't going to this match. On the Slytherin team, there were Diggory, Amos, Greenbax, Bulstrode, Parkinson, and Snape. Malfoy was their Seeker, but she didn't mind him as much as the other six. He had never done anything directly against her, and neither had Riddle, though she never pushed her luck with them because nobody crossed Malfoy or Riddle. They were the two most powerful and wanted Slytherins in the school.
On the Gryffindor team, were Black, Potter, Evans, Figgs, Pettigrew, Lupin, and Weasley. You know for people, who prided themselves on being the opposite of Slytherins, they were JUST like them. Well. to her anyways.
"Oy Look! It's the Freak," groaning openly, she made sure to keep her back to them. Pettigrew was a royal pain in the ass 24/7, and it was really bugging her. The laughter on the Gryffindor table wasn't helping much either.
Finally having enough of the silence from the rest of the hall, anticipating her reaction, she stood up and turned to the entire table, danger and hurt in her eyes, though none would have realized how angry one can get from having this treatment, daily since her first year. "You know, for people who hate the Slytherins, you sure enough are exactly like them. no wait, scratch that, you're worse. At least they have some people with decency, unlike YOU." her voice was deadly calm, and you could hear the hatred lining it on all sides.
She calmly turned around, looking briefly over the Slytherin table, while grabbing a peach and a couple of strawberries. She walked out gracefully, not looking back at all.
That was how most meals passed. She would be eating quietly, minding her own business, when someone would insult her. She would then get up, give them a smart comment, and grab some food before leaving. It was really getting old. Slowly, she stopped turning up to meals. It was too depressing.
Ami would skip meals regularly, and on the occasional times she did eat, she went down to the kitchens, instead of eating with the rest of the school. She didn't care. No one would notice. unless they felt like picking on her, so no one would say anything if she wasn't there. It's not like they liked her, or even cared enough to have concern for her. She hardly spoke unless spoken to first, and she hadn't been in the Great Hall in the longest time!
It had been a month since Christmas, making it January 25th and Ami was getting really thin. She wasn't suicidal. She just didn't feel hungry. Even with the smells of the tempting dinner wafting up from the Great Hall.
She was sitting in the library, working on her potions essay at the moment. She had already gotten more than enough writing, but she wanted extra credit. The essay was four and half feet of small writing.
"You know, we only needed a four foot long essay. You can stop writing now." The voice surprised her out of her thoughts as she quickly snapped her head in the direction of the unfamiliar voice.
It was Riddle and Malfoy.
Shrugging, she went back to writing, not saying a word to them. She heard the rustling of paper as she felt the top of her parchment being lifted. She then heard Malfoy whistle loudly.
"Damn! How small is your writing?" he asked her. This was a shock. No one was ever civil to her except the teachers.
Looking up again, she looked at Malfoy, then at Riddle, trying to decipher the real reason behind the civility.
"Very small." She answered shortly in a soft voice. She hadn't used her voice all week so it was a little hoarse. There had to be a reason they were being civil. This just wasn't normal.
"Hey you think you can help me out. I'm an inch short."
Of course they needed help. Why else would they talk to 'the freak'? Irritated, she got up, walked over to the nearest shelf, and yanked out a fat, old book. Blowing the dust off the cover, she opened it up and flicked through the pages, stopping at the antidotes. Walking back over to Riddle and Malfoy, she dropped the book heavily on the desk and pointed to the heading on the first page. '-ANTIDOTES- Their Pros and Cons' she heard Malfoy whistle again, as he flicked through the 10 pages on antidotes.
"Thanks! I owe you one." Said Malfoy pulling out a spare piece of parchment and jotting down a few points onto it, before closing the book and going to the shelf to put it away.
The whole time, Riddle had been silent. Just observing Ami. Her fluent, graceful movements... the look of intense concentration... the surprise when she saw them and the astonishment in her eyes when Lucius had spoken to her civilly. This caught his attention the most. Was she that badly mistreated here? He hadn't noticed her much. Only passing each other in the hall once or twice, but he did notice her the day before Christmas in the great hall. What a scene. She had insulted the filthy, muggle loving Gryffindors something bad. And she had spoken higher of Slytherin. This should not have gone without reward from their house, but he had not been seeing her recently. In class he only saw her sitting at the very back in a corner, alone. As soon as the bell went, she left, and no one saw her until the next class. Not even at meal times.
"I've been meaning to talk to you for a while." He found himself saying, as he sat down opposite her.
Ami looked up after placing her finished essay, in her bag and proceeding to collecting the book she was summarizing from. "Is that so?" she stood up and took the books over to their shelf and putting them away. When she came back she saw Malfoy sitting beside Riddle. She gave him a questioning look, but proceeded to pack away her things into her bag.
"Congrats on the anti-Gryffindor attitude. It's earning you some respect in Slytherin. Loved the display last month too. Best crack at Gryffindor I've seen all year." Laughed Malfoy
"Ahh. Thanks, I think." This was the most she had spoken all month!
"You're welcome. And tell us if the Gryffindors bother you. We'd love to have a reason to make their lives miserable." Said Riddle with a semi-evil glint in his eyes.
She looked at him strangely then shook her head in silent amusement, a smile creeping onto her face for the first time in a LONG time.
Malfoy and Riddle looked surprised. Neither one had ever seen the blue haired girl smile at all. Even at the funniest things that happened around her. She would just look on blankly most of the time. Though they had to admit, she was really pretty when she smiled. Even if it was a really small one.
"Thanks for the offer, but if they annoy me, I'll take care of them myself. I'm no weakling, no matter what I look like." She picked up her back-pack, and slung it over her shoulder, "See you 'round." And with that she left the two in wonderment.
Ok people. I started this story a while ago but didn't want to post it till I had a fair bit written out in advance so the updates can come quickly. Tell me what you think Good? Bad? Toilet trash? Excellent? Let me know! Please R+R!!!
CHERRY^_^
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter though I wish I did. I'm merely using the idea's to make another story.
-Blue on Black-
Prelude
She was never noticed. Never looked at twice. She was isolated from friendships, and relationships. She may have been a Ravenclaw, with the smarts, but her shy a self-conscience nature kept her closed up. She would not have the heartache of loss yet again.
There must be a reason why she was put here. Maybe she was doomed to eternal loneliness. she didn't know, but it would fit. When you think of ice, you think of snowstorms, deep empty gorges. isolation in barren places like the Tundra. Well she was the 'Ice Maiden'.
How ironic, that it happened to be winter right now. She didn't mind, because it was in winters on the Terran, that her powers were heightened and her energy rose. Another reason may have been that she didn't feel the cold like others did, for Mercurial blood ran through her veins, and her home planet during summer was MUCH colder than winter on Terran, ever could get...
So right now, if anyone had seen her, they would have thought she was insane, but frankly she couldn't care less. They already did not talk to her, only -about- her, and she may as well give them something to talk about. I mean, not many people would sit outside, in early morning, the day before Christmas Eve, in muggle clothes that consisted of an ice blue, sleeveless turtleneck, with snow-white pants and matching ice blue sneakers.
Ami Anderson sighed as she lay back on the snow. Sometimes, having no friends got very lonely. She just didn't want to feel the pain. And due to this anti-social attitude in her first year, she was officially labeled the freak. But a lot of things had attributed to that particular sentiment. Firstly, her skin was not pale. but ivory and to her fellow students, that was weird. and another reason was her hair. Sure in the shade it looked normal, but when any form of light hit it, artificial, candle, or sunlight, it shimmered to a blue. She resorted to dyeing it dead black to cover it up, and it only 'sorta' helped. It had started to shimmer a navy blue, so finally getting sick of it, she stopped, and within the week, her hair returned to the beautiful blue (in her opinion) it had once been. She saw nothing wrong with it, but obviously these Terrans did, so she kept her hair, which reached mid-back, in a tight bun, and used glasses, though she didn't need them, to hide her true self from everyone.
She was now a fourth year, and right now, was outside by the lake, with her nose in a book on astronomy. It was her best subject, and at the moment she was so absorbed in the myth of the planet Saturn that she didn't notice the Slytherin boys headed up to her, snickering and passing Sickles
"Hey freak of nature, you trying to catch pneumonia or are you just plain insane?"
Inwardly asking the Gods what she had done to deserve this, she snapped her book shut, and stood up, elegantly brushing the snow off her dry white pants, "Neither." She replied curtly, before walking away, to the other side of the lake, and sitting back down, this time against the great oak tree at its edge, and re-opening her book. Couldn't a girl read in peace?
"Hey! Freak! I wasn't finished!" yelled the guy walking up to her, followed by the other Slytherin boys with him.
"I'm sorry, but did I forget to mention the fact that, I DON'T CARE." Growled Ami, sarcasm just dripping from her words, and anger gave her voice a sharp edge to it.
"Little bitch!! No one speaks to me that way!"
"Whatever Crabbe. Just go away, can't I even -read- in peace?"
"No. You are going to listen to me, NOW!" Crabbe snatched up the book from her hands and held it out of her reach, a stupid smirk plastered on his face.
"Hey! Give that back!
"No Way! Tormenting you is way too fun to do that, freak." He laughed tossing the book to Goyle, who flipped through it and laughed as well.
"Why would anyone read this unless it's for class? There're no pictures!"
"You know some people actually have an imagination, and like to use it. Although that maybe a little too much to ask of the likes' of you." She went to grab the book from Goyle's hands but he threw it to Crabbe again. She was starting to get aggravated, so she took a few deep breaths and slowly walked away, "Accio Astrological Myths and legends" and with a wave of her wand, the book flew out of Crabbe's hands, and into her own, as she made her way to the castle, for dinner. She didn't need to get angry and cause a blizzard. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve.
"HEY! FREAK!! GET BACK HERE!! WE'RE NOT FINISHED HERE!" he yelled out
"Oh I believe we are." She threw over her shoulder as she walked up the steps to the castle.
In the great hall, she sat at the very edge seat of the Ravenclaw table. Looking around, she noticed that it was mostly the Gryffindors and Slytherins who were up, because of the big match today. Nope. She wasn't going to this match. On the Slytherin team, there were Diggory, Amos, Greenbax, Bulstrode, Parkinson, and Snape. Malfoy was their Seeker, but she didn't mind him as much as the other six. He had never done anything directly against her, and neither had Riddle, though she never pushed her luck with them because nobody crossed Malfoy or Riddle. They were the two most powerful and wanted Slytherins in the school.
On the Gryffindor team, were Black, Potter, Evans, Figgs, Pettigrew, Lupin, and Weasley. You know for people, who prided themselves on being the opposite of Slytherins, they were JUST like them. Well. to her anyways.
"Oy Look! It's the Freak," groaning openly, she made sure to keep her back to them. Pettigrew was a royal pain in the ass 24/7, and it was really bugging her. The laughter on the Gryffindor table wasn't helping much either.
Finally having enough of the silence from the rest of the hall, anticipating her reaction, she stood up and turned to the entire table, danger and hurt in her eyes, though none would have realized how angry one can get from having this treatment, daily since her first year. "You know, for people who hate the Slytherins, you sure enough are exactly like them. no wait, scratch that, you're worse. At least they have some people with decency, unlike YOU." her voice was deadly calm, and you could hear the hatred lining it on all sides.
She calmly turned around, looking briefly over the Slytherin table, while grabbing a peach and a couple of strawberries. She walked out gracefully, not looking back at all.
That was how most meals passed. She would be eating quietly, minding her own business, when someone would insult her. She would then get up, give them a smart comment, and grab some food before leaving. It was really getting old. Slowly, she stopped turning up to meals. It was too depressing.
Ami would skip meals regularly, and on the occasional times she did eat, she went down to the kitchens, instead of eating with the rest of the school. She didn't care. No one would notice. unless they felt like picking on her, so no one would say anything if she wasn't there. It's not like they liked her, or even cared enough to have concern for her. She hardly spoke unless spoken to first, and she hadn't been in the Great Hall in the longest time!
It had been a month since Christmas, making it January 25th and Ami was getting really thin. She wasn't suicidal. She just didn't feel hungry. Even with the smells of the tempting dinner wafting up from the Great Hall.
She was sitting in the library, working on her potions essay at the moment. She had already gotten more than enough writing, but she wanted extra credit. The essay was four and half feet of small writing.
"You know, we only needed a four foot long essay. You can stop writing now." The voice surprised her out of her thoughts as she quickly snapped her head in the direction of the unfamiliar voice.
It was Riddle and Malfoy.
Shrugging, she went back to writing, not saying a word to them. She heard the rustling of paper as she felt the top of her parchment being lifted. She then heard Malfoy whistle loudly.
"Damn! How small is your writing?" he asked her. This was a shock. No one was ever civil to her except the teachers.
Looking up again, she looked at Malfoy, then at Riddle, trying to decipher the real reason behind the civility.
"Very small." She answered shortly in a soft voice. She hadn't used her voice all week so it was a little hoarse. There had to be a reason they were being civil. This just wasn't normal.
"Hey you think you can help me out. I'm an inch short."
Of course they needed help. Why else would they talk to 'the freak'? Irritated, she got up, walked over to the nearest shelf, and yanked out a fat, old book. Blowing the dust off the cover, she opened it up and flicked through the pages, stopping at the antidotes. Walking back over to Riddle and Malfoy, she dropped the book heavily on the desk and pointed to the heading on the first page. '-ANTIDOTES- Their Pros and Cons' she heard Malfoy whistle again, as he flicked through the 10 pages on antidotes.
"Thanks! I owe you one." Said Malfoy pulling out a spare piece of parchment and jotting down a few points onto it, before closing the book and going to the shelf to put it away.
The whole time, Riddle had been silent. Just observing Ami. Her fluent, graceful movements... the look of intense concentration... the surprise when she saw them and the astonishment in her eyes when Lucius had spoken to her civilly. This caught his attention the most. Was she that badly mistreated here? He hadn't noticed her much. Only passing each other in the hall once or twice, but he did notice her the day before Christmas in the great hall. What a scene. She had insulted the filthy, muggle loving Gryffindors something bad. And she had spoken higher of Slytherin. This should not have gone without reward from their house, but he had not been seeing her recently. In class he only saw her sitting at the very back in a corner, alone. As soon as the bell went, she left, and no one saw her until the next class. Not even at meal times.
"I've been meaning to talk to you for a while." He found himself saying, as he sat down opposite her.
Ami looked up after placing her finished essay, in her bag and proceeding to collecting the book she was summarizing from. "Is that so?" she stood up and took the books over to their shelf and putting them away. When she came back she saw Malfoy sitting beside Riddle. She gave him a questioning look, but proceeded to pack away her things into her bag.
"Congrats on the anti-Gryffindor attitude. It's earning you some respect in Slytherin. Loved the display last month too. Best crack at Gryffindor I've seen all year." Laughed Malfoy
"Ahh. Thanks, I think." This was the most she had spoken all month!
"You're welcome. And tell us if the Gryffindors bother you. We'd love to have a reason to make their lives miserable." Said Riddle with a semi-evil glint in his eyes.
She looked at him strangely then shook her head in silent amusement, a smile creeping onto her face for the first time in a LONG time.
Malfoy and Riddle looked surprised. Neither one had ever seen the blue haired girl smile at all. Even at the funniest things that happened around her. She would just look on blankly most of the time. Though they had to admit, she was really pretty when she smiled. Even if it was a really small one.
"Thanks for the offer, but if they annoy me, I'll take care of them myself. I'm no weakling, no matter what I look like." She picked up her back-pack, and slung it over her shoulder, "See you 'round." And with that she left the two in wonderment.
Ok people. I started this story a while ago but didn't want to post it till I had a fair bit written out in advance so the updates can come quickly. Tell me what you think Good? Bad? Toilet trash? Excellent? Let me know! Please R+R!!!
CHERRY^_^