Note: Well I'm extremely sorry this took so long guys, but another chapter
is up, for those of you who are still reading it. It's a little longer than
the others and I put a lot of love in. I've also fixed up some of the
earlier chapters and ... yeah. Should be one more chapter of Narcissa's first
year, then we will move onto her second year. Enjoy guys.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, places, objects or spells mentioned that you recognize from J.K Rowling's books. I own the general plot though and a few new characters like Celeste and Honey, but that's all I can claim.
Once again... so sorry it took so long, try not to let it happen again. Please write any abuse in the reviews...and don't swear no mater how angry you are.
Everyone was young once!!
Chapter 6!
The Christmas holidays had flown past with little more happening than Severus gaining a new enemy. After their little detention, Sirius had not so much as spoken a word to Narcissa; instead he was now bidding his time by having a go at Severus.
'Hey Snivellus,' he would call out every time he walked by him. It wasn't long before both him and his friend James were doing it, but Severus just ignored him, he was a lot smarter than Narcissa and would not be sucked in by their little name calling, unlike her he could control his temper quite well.
Algernon and Rodolphus had gotten a lot worse than they had before, but after Narcissa's little promise to herself in the common room, she allowed herself not to be shaken by it. If Narcissa thought that the spell Rodolphus used before was bad, well it was nothing compared to the spell that they both now knew quite well and which they practiced on unsuspecting spiders.
'Avada Kedavra,' they would call out and the spider in question would simply turn over and curl in its eight legs, never moving again, completely unmarked. The killing curse everyone was calling it and things began to become a lot worse as both of the boys began looking for a larger and more hostile prey to use it on.
The company that Rookwood and Lestrange were keeping was now the talk of the town amongst any people in the third year and up. A lot of people weren't very interested, in fact they were horrified by what they were hearing, but there were those small few that couldn't resist. Soon the two boys were extremely popular and were even joined by a third. Antonin Dolohov, was a tall, pale faced, fourth year with a twisted face and a smirk that made everyone who saw it shudder. It wasn't long before he too had joined Algernon and Rodolphus in their little cursing escapades.
Narcissa now had Quidditch to look forward too, which she did indeed. Slytherin had never lost a single game, and whether that was due to the fact that their team was ruthless and would knock people of their brooms, hit them with the beaters bat, "By accident," and gang up on one person, tossing all the bludgers their way and holding their brooms back, or whether it was actually due to their pure talent on the Quidditch field she had no idea – because although they were extremely heartless, they did posses great skill.
Lucius Malfoy, along with Antonin Dolohov, were both the teams' chasers, joined by Algernon and Rodolphus as the beaters, a large, dumb looking boy who was also in his fifth year by the name of Fredrick Crabbe was the keeper and a young skinny boy in his second year called Thomas Macnair, as the team's most important player, the seeker.
In their third game of the season Slytherin finally got to play the Gryffindor's. The game didn't go at all too well with Slytherin loosing badly, due to the amount of fouls that they were given. It also cost them one of their players, who after a small stunt in which he performed was kicked off their team.
Ted Tonks, a nice looking sixth year with light brown hair, pale green eyes and a friendly face, was the Gryffindor's well trained keeper. The two third year twins, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, who were both extremely, fit boys, with curly blonde hair, a perfect tan; one with big blue eyes the other with green and both with absolutely charming smiles, were their powerful beaters. A fifth and seventh year by the names of Frank Longbottom, a tall, captivating young man and Kingsley Shacklebolt, a towering, black boy with a deep voice and kind eyes, were both the teams' lively chasers. Finally a young boy in his second year, who looked too pre- occupied all the time to be able to do his job well and from a distance simply looked like a pile of rags, with brown hair and a smiling face on a broom-stick, was the teams seeker, who went by the name Mundungus, although everyone seemed to prefer to call him Dung.
Towards the end of the game, Gryffindor was already so far in front that even if Macnair managed to catch the snitch, than they would still lose. Gryffindor however didn't take this opportunity to take it easy in the game; they wanted to get as far ahead as they could so as to guarantee themselves a place in the finals. Naturally they kept playing as well as they could and they got further and further ahead, until they were so far, that even after Macnair caught the snitch they were still ahead by a whopping one hundred and sixty points.
When they all landed to congratulate each other the Gryffindor Prewett twins did a couple of back flips by means of their excitement. This only made the Slytherin team angrier and when Rookwood began arguing about the way they kept playing well, even though they knew they had already won, it only made things worse. An all out brawl began where the Slytherins had a distinct advantage, as most of them were extremely tactful in fights and besides they had Crabbe, who's fists were about the size of bowling balls. Poor Madame Suede, the teacher who taught flying lessons, and refereed Quidditch tried desperately to break them up, but everyone just ignored her. Dumbledore and the other teachers made their way down to help her but they didn't make it in time. Dolohov was punched in the face by Frank Longbottom, and in a fury he pulled out his wand and used a simple spell that caused a gapping slash to appear across his chest. He fell to the floor, clutching his chest in pain just as Dumbledore reached the spot. Moody had to restrain Dolohov who was still desperately trying to get to Longbottom.
A week after Longbottom was still in the hospital wing and Dolohov, who had done his month worth of detentions, which weren't nearly as easy as Narcissa's had been, was plotting his revenge with Rookwood and Lestrange, as his little stunt had caused him to be kicked off the Slytherin Quidditch team for two years.
Slytherins house points had taken a definite blow after all the stunts that most of Bellatrix's group had performed. As of yet, nobody was using the "unforgivable's" (which was the name now given to the three bad curses in which the fifth year boys were performing) on anyone, but they would still practice a few of the less dangerous curses on anybody who dared cross their paths.
Narcissa hadn't seen head nor tail of Lucius Malfoy since their meaningful conversation in the Slytherin common room, and Bellatrix's regular conversations on Narcissa's school life were becoming increasingly rare. Very soon none of the fifth years could be found as the end of the year was drawing ever closer and so was their OWL's. People from all houses could finally rest easy as the cursing in the halls came to an abrupt end; although they may not have cared for their fellow school mates, they still seemed to care about their marks.
The absence of Bellatrix's group of friends from the common room (as they had all chosen the library for their place of study), opened up a great opportunity for the younger students to begin study for their end of year exams. Having been homed schooled before, Narcissa had never had to take exams and was beginning to feel increasingly nervous.
Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall was not the slightest problem for Narcissa. She still sat in between Celeste and Honey – whom, she was pleased to notice, were just as worried as she was about the upcoming exams. She was always the first of the three to correctly transfigure whatever it was they were supposed to be transfiguring in that lesson. She was first in the class to successfully turn her porcupine into a pin cushion and was second only to Rabastan when they had to turn a turtle shell into a mixing bowl. The Ravenclaw girl from the train, Heista Jones, and her stately looking friend, Emmeline Vance were now two more people that Narcissa disliked. Every now and again she would walk past them only to see them stop their conversation abruptly and stare at her, as if they had just stopped talking about her. It didn't bother Narcissa though; she didn't need people like that.
Another person she didn't need was her cousin, Sirius. Although Narcissa's marks were exceptionally good in Defense Against the Dark Arts, her reputation with Professor Moody still left something to be desired. Sirius and James Potter were completely inseparable and when they weren't picking on Narcissa, they were picking on Severus. At first Severus seemed to be able to handle the other boys' taunts, but as the exams were fast approaching he seemed to be on the edge of breaking point. Finally during one rather boring, theory lesson he had had enough. James, who now sat next to Sirius rather then Narcissa, was whispering into Sirius' ear; both kept turning around to stare at Severus and sniggering all the while. Finally when James had just pulled away with a rather loud snort of laughter Severus leaped up from his chair and pulled out his wand.
'Shut up!' he said in a rather menacing voice, arm outstretched with his wand gripped tightly in his long, boney fingers. 'Petrificus Total –' he begun, but before he could finish the curse that would have made Sirius as stiff as a board, Narcissa leapt forward, over her desk and seized the back of Severus' robes, causing him to fall to the ground and his curse to fly over Sirius' head. The spell hit the blackboard with amazing speed and Professor Moody leapt out of the way just in time as the board shattered.
Needless to say, Moody hadn't been too happy. He spun around so fast that Narcissa was sure he had cricked his neck, his eyes seemed to be bulging slightly and a vein pulsed dangerously in his neck. He seized both Narcissa and Severus by the robes, dragged them out of the room, took twenty points off for each of them, gave them detention, then spat, 'Constant Vigilance,' before slamming the door in their petrified faces.
Their little escapade hadn't helped their house point situation much. The Slytherin hour-glass in the great hall had been almost empty up until the time when the fifth year Slytherins had decided to study. They had almost caught up again, but it appeared that the younger Slytherin's were also doing their fair share of trouble as it now seemed almost empty again.
At least Professor Callous, the potions master, still liked her. Narcissa was doing terrific in potions, as was Severus – top of the class he was, by far. If Narcissa ever missed anything, she could always copy Severus' notes as he never seemed to miss a word. She always paired up with him in practical work and for that their potions would always receive full marks.
Charms lessons were going quite well. Narcissa had no trouble whatsoever finding the time to practice the spells she had learnt, whenever Sirius was being a particular pain in the behind, she would simply use one of the many spells she had learnt on him, and he on her. Both of them were becoming regulars in most of the detentions that were held.
Astronomy and Herbology left something to be desired. Narcissa wasn't very fond of the plants they studied in the greenhouses after one particular incident involving a small, seemingly harmless plant which ended up breathing fire and setting her hair a blaze. Astronomy was the complete opposite; Narcissa would have welcomed a fire-breathing plant any day as it would have made the boring class so much more interesting. Celeste, Honey and herself spent most of the time chattering away, giggling in the corner over their incomplete star charts.
History of magic was of course just as boring as it ever was. Professor Binn's would continue to read every chapter of the text book in his horrible monotone voice. Narcissa took these lessons as an opportunity to catch up on the sleep she had been missing due to all the homework they were now being given. It seemed that everyone else, Hufflepuff's and Slytherin's alike were doing the same.
At dinner the night before the exams were about to begin nearly all the fifth and seventh years were absent, Narcissa thought they were probably to nervous to swallow any food. Although the first year exams were nothing compared to what the older years had to endure, there was much stress from all the house tables.
Sirius and James were busy practicing spells on one another and stuffing food in their mouths at the same time. After James used a very good tickling charm on Sirius, he spat all the food that had been in his mouth onto the chubby, Peter Pettigrew sitting opposite him. Peter seemed to be Sirius' new tag-along as Narcissa called him – ever since they had saved him from Rookwood and Lestrange; there was not a moment where he wasn't at their side.
Their sickly little friend, Remus, was looking, if possible, far worse than normal. His skin was extremely pale and his eyes had dark circles under them. He seemed to be completely neglecting the dinner that lay in front of him, desperately scanning the text book on Herbology that lay, propped up against his pumpkin juice.
Honey fiddled absentmindedly with her wavy, light brown hair whilst muttering words under her breath and Celeste, who looked on the verge of being sick, flicked her wand in the different ways illustrated in the book that was resting on her lap. Severus was looking extremely paler than usual and kept grabbing the different text books from people ('hey I need that'); to check the answers that he was asking himself inside his own head. As usual Rabastan seemed utterly bored by the whole thing. He had his arms crossed across his chest in the usual fashion and had yawned several times, obviously completely unfazed by the fact that exams were less than twelve hours away.
After a rather un-enjoyable dinner everyone made their way slowly up to their dormitories for some much needed sleep. When finally everyone put their books away and put away their wands, Narcissa drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, places, objects or spells mentioned that you recognize from J.K Rowling's books. I own the general plot though and a few new characters like Celeste and Honey, but that's all I can claim.
Once again... so sorry it took so long, try not to let it happen again. Please write any abuse in the reviews...and don't swear no mater how angry you are.
Everyone was young once!!
Chapter 6!
The Christmas holidays had flown past with little more happening than Severus gaining a new enemy. After their little detention, Sirius had not so much as spoken a word to Narcissa; instead he was now bidding his time by having a go at Severus.
'Hey Snivellus,' he would call out every time he walked by him. It wasn't long before both him and his friend James were doing it, but Severus just ignored him, he was a lot smarter than Narcissa and would not be sucked in by their little name calling, unlike her he could control his temper quite well.
Algernon and Rodolphus had gotten a lot worse than they had before, but after Narcissa's little promise to herself in the common room, she allowed herself not to be shaken by it. If Narcissa thought that the spell Rodolphus used before was bad, well it was nothing compared to the spell that they both now knew quite well and which they practiced on unsuspecting spiders.
'Avada Kedavra,' they would call out and the spider in question would simply turn over and curl in its eight legs, never moving again, completely unmarked. The killing curse everyone was calling it and things began to become a lot worse as both of the boys began looking for a larger and more hostile prey to use it on.
The company that Rookwood and Lestrange were keeping was now the talk of the town amongst any people in the third year and up. A lot of people weren't very interested, in fact they were horrified by what they were hearing, but there were those small few that couldn't resist. Soon the two boys were extremely popular and were even joined by a third. Antonin Dolohov, was a tall, pale faced, fourth year with a twisted face and a smirk that made everyone who saw it shudder. It wasn't long before he too had joined Algernon and Rodolphus in their little cursing escapades.
Narcissa now had Quidditch to look forward too, which she did indeed. Slytherin had never lost a single game, and whether that was due to the fact that their team was ruthless and would knock people of their brooms, hit them with the beaters bat, "By accident," and gang up on one person, tossing all the bludgers their way and holding their brooms back, or whether it was actually due to their pure talent on the Quidditch field she had no idea – because although they were extremely heartless, they did posses great skill.
Lucius Malfoy, along with Antonin Dolohov, were both the teams' chasers, joined by Algernon and Rodolphus as the beaters, a large, dumb looking boy who was also in his fifth year by the name of Fredrick Crabbe was the keeper and a young skinny boy in his second year called Thomas Macnair, as the team's most important player, the seeker.
In their third game of the season Slytherin finally got to play the Gryffindor's. The game didn't go at all too well with Slytherin loosing badly, due to the amount of fouls that they were given. It also cost them one of their players, who after a small stunt in which he performed was kicked off their team.
Ted Tonks, a nice looking sixth year with light brown hair, pale green eyes and a friendly face, was the Gryffindor's well trained keeper. The two third year twins, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, who were both extremely, fit boys, with curly blonde hair, a perfect tan; one with big blue eyes the other with green and both with absolutely charming smiles, were their powerful beaters. A fifth and seventh year by the names of Frank Longbottom, a tall, captivating young man and Kingsley Shacklebolt, a towering, black boy with a deep voice and kind eyes, were both the teams' lively chasers. Finally a young boy in his second year, who looked too pre- occupied all the time to be able to do his job well and from a distance simply looked like a pile of rags, with brown hair and a smiling face on a broom-stick, was the teams seeker, who went by the name Mundungus, although everyone seemed to prefer to call him Dung.
Towards the end of the game, Gryffindor was already so far in front that even if Macnair managed to catch the snitch, than they would still lose. Gryffindor however didn't take this opportunity to take it easy in the game; they wanted to get as far ahead as they could so as to guarantee themselves a place in the finals. Naturally they kept playing as well as they could and they got further and further ahead, until they were so far, that even after Macnair caught the snitch they were still ahead by a whopping one hundred and sixty points.
When they all landed to congratulate each other the Gryffindor Prewett twins did a couple of back flips by means of their excitement. This only made the Slytherin team angrier and when Rookwood began arguing about the way they kept playing well, even though they knew they had already won, it only made things worse. An all out brawl began where the Slytherins had a distinct advantage, as most of them were extremely tactful in fights and besides they had Crabbe, who's fists were about the size of bowling balls. Poor Madame Suede, the teacher who taught flying lessons, and refereed Quidditch tried desperately to break them up, but everyone just ignored her. Dumbledore and the other teachers made their way down to help her but they didn't make it in time. Dolohov was punched in the face by Frank Longbottom, and in a fury he pulled out his wand and used a simple spell that caused a gapping slash to appear across his chest. He fell to the floor, clutching his chest in pain just as Dumbledore reached the spot. Moody had to restrain Dolohov who was still desperately trying to get to Longbottom.
A week after Longbottom was still in the hospital wing and Dolohov, who had done his month worth of detentions, which weren't nearly as easy as Narcissa's had been, was plotting his revenge with Rookwood and Lestrange, as his little stunt had caused him to be kicked off the Slytherin Quidditch team for two years.
Slytherins house points had taken a definite blow after all the stunts that most of Bellatrix's group had performed. As of yet, nobody was using the "unforgivable's" (which was the name now given to the three bad curses in which the fifth year boys were performing) on anyone, but they would still practice a few of the less dangerous curses on anybody who dared cross their paths.
Narcissa hadn't seen head nor tail of Lucius Malfoy since their meaningful conversation in the Slytherin common room, and Bellatrix's regular conversations on Narcissa's school life were becoming increasingly rare. Very soon none of the fifth years could be found as the end of the year was drawing ever closer and so was their OWL's. People from all houses could finally rest easy as the cursing in the halls came to an abrupt end; although they may not have cared for their fellow school mates, they still seemed to care about their marks.
The absence of Bellatrix's group of friends from the common room (as they had all chosen the library for their place of study), opened up a great opportunity for the younger students to begin study for their end of year exams. Having been homed schooled before, Narcissa had never had to take exams and was beginning to feel increasingly nervous.
Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall was not the slightest problem for Narcissa. She still sat in between Celeste and Honey – whom, she was pleased to notice, were just as worried as she was about the upcoming exams. She was always the first of the three to correctly transfigure whatever it was they were supposed to be transfiguring in that lesson. She was first in the class to successfully turn her porcupine into a pin cushion and was second only to Rabastan when they had to turn a turtle shell into a mixing bowl. The Ravenclaw girl from the train, Heista Jones, and her stately looking friend, Emmeline Vance were now two more people that Narcissa disliked. Every now and again she would walk past them only to see them stop their conversation abruptly and stare at her, as if they had just stopped talking about her. It didn't bother Narcissa though; she didn't need people like that.
Another person she didn't need was her cousin, Sirius. Although Narcissa's marks were exceptionally good in Defense Against the Dark Arts, her reputation with Professor Moody still left something to be desired. Sirius and James Potter were completely inseparable and when they weren't picking on Narcissa, they were picking on Severus. At first Severus seemed to be able to handle the other boys' taunts, but as the exams were fast approaching he seemed to be on the edge of breaking point. Finally during one rather boring, theory lesson he had had enough. James, who now sat next to Sirius rather then Narcissa, was whispering into Sirius' ear; both kept turning around to stare at Severus and sniggering all the while. Finally when James had just pulled away with a rather loud snort of laughter Severus leaped up from his chair and pulled out his wand.
'Shut up!' he said in a rather menacing voice, arm outstretched with his wand gripped tightly in his long, boney fingers. 'Petrificus Total –' he begun, but before he could finish the curse that would have made Sirius as stiff as a board, Narcissa leapt forward, over her desk and seized the back of Severus' robes, causing him to fall to the ground and his curse to fly over Sirius' head. The spell hit the blackboard with amazing speed and Professor Moody leapt out of the way just in time as the board shattered.
Needless to say, Moody hadn't been too happy. He spun around so fast that Narcissa was sure he had cricked his neck, his eyes seemed to be bulging slightly and a vein pulsed dangerously in his neck. He seized both Narcissa and Severus by the robes, dragged them out of the room, took twenty points off for each of them, gave them detention, then spat, 'Constant Vigilance,' before slamming the door in their petrified faces.
Their little escapade hadn't helped their house point situation much. The Slytherin hour-glass in the great hall had been almost empty up until the time when the fifth year Slytherins had decided to study. They had almost caught up again, but it appeared that the younger Slytherin's were also doing their fair share of trouble as it now seemed almost empty again.
At least Professor Callous, the potions master, still liked her. Narcissa was doing terrific in potions, as was Severus – top of the class he was, by far. If Narcissa ever missed anything, she could always copy Severus' notes as he never seemed to miss a word. She always paired up with him in practical work and for that their potions would always receive full marks.
Charms lessons were going quite well. Narcissa had no trouble whatsoever finding the time to practice the spells she had learnt, whenever Sirius was being a particular pain in the behind, she would simply use one of the many spells she had learnt on him, and he on her. Both of them were becoming regulars in most of the detentions that were held.
Astronomy and Herbology left something to be desired. Narcissa wasn't very fond of the plants they studied in the greenhouses after one particular incident involving a small, seemingly harmless plant which ended up breathing fire and setting her hair a blaze. Astronomy was the complete opposite; Narcissa would have welcomed a fire-breathing plant any day as it would have made the boring class so much more interesting. Celeste, Honey and herself spent most of the time chattering away, giggling in the corner over their incomplete star charts.
History of magic was of course just as boring as it ever was. Professor Binn's would continue to read every chapter of the text book in his horrible monotone voice. Narcissa took these lessons as an opportunity to catch up on the sleep she had been missing due to all the homework they were now being given. It seemed that everyone else, Hufflepuff's and Slytherin's alike were doing the same.
At dinner the night before the exams were about to begin nearly all the fifth and seventh years were absent, Narcissa thought they were probably to nervous to swallow any food. Although the first year exams were nothing compared to what the older years had to endure, there was much stress from all the house tables.
Sirius and James were busy practicing spells on one another and stuffing food in their mouths at the same time. After James used a very good tickling charm on Sirius, he spat all the food that had been in his mouth onto the chubby, Peter Pettigrew sitting opposite him. Peter seemed to be Sirius' new tag-along as Narcissa called him – ever since they had saved him from Rookwood and Lestrange; there was not a moment where he wasn't at their side.
Their sickly little friend, Remus, was looking, if possible, far worse than normal. His skin was extremely pale and his eyes had dark circles under them. He seemed to be completely neglecting the dinner that lay in front of him, desperately scanning the text book on Herbology that lay, propped up against his pumpkin juice.
Honey fiddled absentmindedly with her wavy, light brown hair whilst muttering words under her breath and Celeste, who looked on the verge of being sick, flicked her wand in the different ways illustrated in the book that was resting on her lap. Severus was looking extremely paler than usual and kept grabbing the different text books from people ('hey I need that'); to check the answers that he was asking himself inside his own head. As usual Rabastan seemed utterly bored by the whole thing. He had his arms crossed across his chest in the usual fashion and had yawned several times, obviously completely unfazed by the fact that exams were less than twelve hours away.
After a rather un-enjoyable dinner everyone made their way slowly up to their dormitories for some much needed sleep. When finally everyone put their books away and put away their wands, Narcissa drifted into a peaceful sleep.