Somewhere I Belong
Chapter three
She stepped off the train to blend with the other students. Blending in was let's just say, the same as it was at her old school. Everyone gave her weird looks and starred at her. She started to walk faster and something fell out of her pocket and onto her foot. It was her book. She quickly bent down to get it, but she had the feeling that she was being followed. She straightened up, and started towards the carriages.
She heard a voice from behind yell her name. It could only be the wind right. No one knew her name. At that she jumped into her carriage and sat down.
"Hey, why didn't you stop?" Draco asked.
He started to climb in the carriage when Jessyka made a quick glance at him and turned her head the other way.
"What? Can't I sit here with you?" he trailed off. "What ya got there?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, it's nothing. Nothing at all. It's a muggle book I picked up on the way here. Something to read really."
He looked at her in disbelief. But why would he want to know about a muggle book anyway.
'Why is he being so nice to me?' she thought,' He's so mean in the books to everyone.'
"Oh, I see," he stopped.
They made their way up to the castle into the Great Hall. Since she was trying to blend in, she sat with Draco at the Slytherin table. Everyone greeted her as she sat down except for Pansy Parkinson. She was the Pansy they described in the books, very pug like features.
"Everyone this is Jessyka...um, what is your last name?" he asked under his breath.
"It's Macdonald," she whispered.
"Yes, as I was saying," he continued," She's new, so no one mess with her or you'll have to answer to me."
Jessyka's POV
It was strange how they all obeyed him. He wasn't the oldest or the best looking out of all the Slytherin's, but I guess it was because of his father. Lucious (sry about the spelling) was a very powerful man. He even had the Ministry in the palm of his hand let alone being an unknown loyal deatheater.
End of POV
It was even more magical than Jessyka imagined by reading the books and watching the movies. She couldn't describe the happiness that filled her whole body when she looked around. Everything was just so real! Her eyes started tearing.
"Are you okay? It looks like you're going to start to cry or something," he said.
"Yeah. I'm fine," holding back the tears.
Dumbledore had entered the Great Hall. Slytherin's were the last to stop chatting. (How typical) she felt eyes on her so she slid down a little so that Dumbledore wouldn't notice her when he looked around.
"Welcome, welcome back to another fabulous year at Hogwarts! I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster for you who ever don't know that. I am guessing everyone does. Well then let's get on with this years sorting. I'd like to start with a new student. Jessyka Macdonald. She has joined us from Canada, is that correct and she will start her fourth year here at Hogwarts. Please come up and you will be sorted Jessyka," he called upon her.
Jessyka went all red. She was so nervous. Everyone was looking at her, and there was a sound. There was an applause. No one had ever applauded for her before. Her heart thumped, she could hear it beat faster and faster as she approached the front of the Hall. Then she thought,' How did he know my name, and how did he know I was here?'
She sat on the stool that the hat sorted you on. She was extremely nervous. Then Dumbledore placed the hat on her head and it started to talk.
"Well, well, we have a new student. Let's see, um, plenty of that, yes. But will it be enough? Curious, very curious...what is this, oh my. You are not familiar with this place are you? I see strength though, yes, strength. Ambition...I know just where to put you..."
As he went on, all Jessyka could do is stay calm. He had seen her secret. That she was not from this place at all. What was she going to say if he had said something out loud? She looked all around the Hall, her face was burning. She scanned everyone's face, and then they met with an unexpected pair of green eyes. She knew that face. She knew it very well indeed. The pair of eyes were starring right back at her. She lost focus and she just starred at him for what it seemed to an hour. He looked away and started talking to Ron and Hermione. They all started to stare at her now.
"...Slytherin!"
The applause broke her eyes from Harry's and she got off of the chair. As she was making her way to her new table, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, play along and I will talk to you later tonight," Dumbledore whispered in her ear.
She turned her head towards him and he grinned with his half moon glasses. And he even had a twinkle in his eye. At this, Jessyka had to smile back. It was extraordinary that the Dumbledore had given her a twinkle. She walked off to her table to then enjoy the feast.
she took a seat next to Draco, her new 'mentor'. The feast began with laughter about everyone's crazy summer, and then they brought up the world cup. They didn't mention anything that could be considered as illegal activity, but they all had grins on her face's.
It was the most elegant dinner Jessyka had ever eaten. At her old home they never had silver dining utensils, and she had never had a drink in a wineglass before. She felt like she was going to burst.
After the lavish feast, the hall made their way up to their common rooms. Jessyka saw Harry leave with the rest of the Gryffindors, though he did not see her. As they all entered the room they dispersed. It was very dark, lit by a warm fire in the corner and a few floating lanterns above their heads. There was black furniture everywhere.
"Well, the girl's dormitories are over in that corner and the men's (notice he said men's) dormitories are in that corner."
"Well, then what's in that room?" Jessyka asked.
"Oh, that's my dormitory," he chuckled," My father wanted me to have the best, so I get the best," he said arrogantly.
Draco looked deep into Jessyka's eyes.
"Do I have something on my face?" she asked.
He started to laugh," No, no, you really look lovely in this light," he answered.
'What,' she thought to herself, "Is he hitting on me?'
Jessyka let out a playful giggle and said goodnight to the surprisingly, charming Mr. Malfoy. She waited until he had left to go to his dorm and then for the others to go to bed. She then looked around and pulled out the book.
"How did I get here?" she asked out loud.
She made her way out of the common room and down the many flights of stairs. She tried to be cautious, she tried to move as quickly as possible so that no one would pop out from a corner and catch her roaming the halls. Especially if it was a prefect like a certain you know who. (Ron or Hermione) then she thought, 'What if Harry was looking at his Marauder's Map at this very moment and though I was very suspicious?'
She ran down the hall to the entrance of Dumbledore's office as fast as she could. She was about to approach the entrance when Snape came face to face with her. She had a look of shear fright on her face. It was the end, he would question her. He would make her spill her beans, or even worse, read her mind.
"I-I, I was..." she tried to speak but nothing came out but squeaking.
"Yes, yes, he is waiting for you up in his office," Snape declared, "Go on up, he won't bite."
It seemed like he gave her a slight grin. It was really, well, creepy. She thought he would have given her the worst look because he knew that she was muggle born and she was in his house.
She moved by him and started to go up the stairs. He stood there until she couldn't see him any longer. Then she heard him start whistling away.
"What the-," she said out loud.
Then she heard a chuckle coming from the inside of the office.
Chapter three
She stepped off the train to blend with the other students. Blending in was let's just say, the same as it was at her old school. Everyone gave her weird looks and starred at her. She started to walk faster and something fell out of her pocket and onto her foot. It was her book. She quickly bent down to get it, but she had the feeling that she was being followed. She straightened up, and started towards the carriages.
She heard a voice from behind yell her name. It could only be the wind right. No one knew her name. At that she jumped into her carriage and sat down.
"Hey, why didn't you stop?" Draco asked.
He started to climb in the carriage when Jessyka made a quick glance at him and turned her head the other way.
"What? Can't I sit here with you?" he trailed off. "What ya got there?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, it's nothing. Nothing at all. It's a muggle book I picked up on the way here. Something to read really."
He looked at her in disbelief. But why would he want to know about a muggle book anyway.
'Why is he being so nice to me?' she thought,' He's so mean in the books to everyone.'
"Oh, I see," he stopped.
They made their way up to the castle into the Great Hall. Since she was trying to blend in, she sat with Draco at the Slytherin table. Everyone greeted her as she sat down except for Pansy Parkinson. She was the Pansy they described in the books, very pug like features.
"Everyone this is Jessyka...um, what is your last name?" he asked under his breath.
"It's Macdonald," she whispered.
"Yes, as I was saying," he continued," She's new, so no one mess with her or you'll have to answer to me."
Jessyka's POV
It was strange how they all obeyed him. He wasn't the oldest or the best looking out of all the Slytherin's, but I guess it was because of his father. Lucious (sry about the spelling) was a very powerful man. He even had the Ministry in the palm of his hand let alone being an unknown loyal deatheater.
End of POV
It was even more magical than Jessyka imagined by reading the books and watching the movies. She couldn't describe the happiness that filled her whole body when she looked around. Everything was just so real! Her eyes started tearing.
"Are you okay? It looks like you're going to start to cry or something," he said.
"Yeah. I'm fine," holding back the tears.
Dumbledore had entered the Great Hall. Slytherin's were the last to stop chatting. (How typical) she felt eyes on her so she slid down a little so that Dumbledore wouldn't notice her when he looked around.
"Welcome, welcome back to another fabulous year at Hogwarts! I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster for you who ever don't know that. I am guessing everyone does. Well then let's get on with this years sorting. I'd like to start with a new student. Jessyka Macdonald. She has joined us from Canada, is that correct and she will start her fourth year here at Hogwarts. Please come up and you will be sorted Jessyka," he called upon her.
Jessyka went all red. She was so nervous. Everyone was looking at her, and there was a sound. There was an applause. No one had ever applauded for her before. Her heart thumped, she could hear it beat faster and faster as she approached the front of the Hall. Then she thought,' How did he know my name, and how did he know I was here?'
She sat on the stool that the hat sorted you on. She was extremely nervous. Then Dumbledore placed the hat on her head and it started to talk.
"Well, well, we have a new student. Let's see, um, plenty of that, yes. But will it be enough? Curious, very curious...what is this, oh my. You are not familiar with this place are you? I see strength though, yes, strength. Ambition...I know just where to put you..."
As he went on, all Jessyka could do is stay calm. He had seen her secret. That she was not from this place at all. What was she going to say if he had said something out loud? She looked all around the Hall, her face was burning. She scanned everyone's face, and then they met with an unexpected pair of green eyes. She knew that face. She knew it very well indeed. The pair of eyes were starring right back at her. She lost focus and she just starred at him for what it seemed to an hour. He looked away and started talking to Ron and Hermione. They all started to stare at her now.
"...Slytherin!"
The applause broke her eyes from Harry's and she got off of the chair. As she was making her way to her new table, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, play along and I will talk to you later tonight," Dumbledore whispered in her ear.
She turned her head towards him and he grinned with his half moon glasses. And he even had a twinkle in his eye. At this, Jessyka had to smile back. It was extraordinary that the Dumbledore had given her a twinkle. She walked off to her table to then enjoy the feast.
she took a seat next to Draco, her new 'mentor'. The feast began with laughter about everyone's crazy summer, and then they brought up the world cup. They didn't mention anything that could be considered as illegal activity, but they all had grins on her face's.
It was the most elegant dinner Jessyka had ever eaten. At her old home they never had silver dining utensils, and she had never had a drink in a wineglass before. She felt like she was going to burst.
After the lavish feast, the hall made their way up to their common rooms. Jessyka saw Harry leave with the rest of the Gryffindors, though he did not see her. As they all entered the room they dispersed. It was very dark, lit by a warm fire in the corner and a few floating lanterns above their heads. There was black furniture everywhere.
"Well, the girl's dormitories are over in that corner and the men's (notice he said men's) dormitories are in that corner."
"Well, then what's in that room?" Jessyka asked.
"Oh, that's my dormitory," he chuckled," My father wanted me to have the best, so I get the best," he said arrogantly.
Draco looked deep into Jessyka's eyes.
"Do I have something on my face?" she asked.
He started to laugh," No, no, you really look lovely in this light," he answered.
'What,' she thought to herself, "Is he hitting on me?'
Jessyka let out a playful giggle and said goodnight to the surprisingly, charming Mr. Malfoy. She waited until he had left to go to his dorm and then for the others to go to bed. She then looked around and pulled out the book.
"How did I get here?" she asked out loud.
She made her way out of the common room and down the many flights of stairs. She tried to be cautious, she tried to move as quickly as possible so that no one would pop out from a corner and catch her roaming the halls. Especially if it was a prefect like a certain you know who. (Ron or Hermione) then she thought, 'What if Harry was looking at his Marauder's Map at this very moment and though I was very suspicious?'
She ran down the hall to the entrance of Dumbledore's office as fast as she could. She was about to approach the entrance when Snape came face to face with her. She had a look of shear fright on her face. It was the end, he would question her. He would make her spill her beans, or even worse, read her mind.
"I-I, I was..." she tried to speak but nothing came out but squeaking.
"Yes, yes, he is waiting for you up in his office," Snape declared, "Go on up, he won't bite."
It seemed like he gave her a slight grin. It was really, well, creepy. She thought he would have given her the worst look because he knew that she was muggle born and she was in his house.
She moved by him and started to go up the stairs. He stood there until she couldn't see him any longer. Then she heard him start whistling away.
"What the-," she said out loud.
Then she heard a chuckle coming from the inside of the office.