As much as I love the books, I regret to say that all of Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling. This includes all of the characters except for Ryua (who's mine) most of the places, and an awful lot of the spells. Oh, and if you see something that looks like one of your stories, I'm really, really sorry. I don't mean to plagiarize. I've just read a lot of really cool fanfics, and they melt into my brain, but I'll try not to use any of it.
End of Term
Draco came back gibbering from his night of detention blabbering on about dead unicorns and caped monsters. That did at least perk up Ryua's interest, or at least gave her a sense of foreboding. She had her own suspicions about what was under that cloak. Unlike her brother, she studied, and knew what unicorn's blood was used for, and its consequences. She could only think of one being who would go that far for life, and the thought of the Dark Lord roaming Hogwarts was a disturbing one.
So, she ignored it. With revision for exams, and teachers piling on homework, she had plenty to keep her busy. Once exams actually started, however, she had very little difficulty coping, leaving her plenty of time to watch or laugh at her fellow students. She got top marks in potions, and although her charms fell a little short of the same standard, she managed much better marks than her brother.
It was a beautiful day when they finished their last exam, and Ryua went out to relax a bit in the sun. After an hour or so of watching the students and idly transforming little pebbles into buttons and things, she saw Dumbledore come striding in a great hurry up the Hogwarts road, a look of worry on his face Ryua had never seen on anyone, let alone such a cheerful man. She later found out that Potter, Weasly, and Granger had managed to break through the strongest guards the teachers could put up, found the Philosopher's stone, and managed to defeat Lord Voldemort and still come out in one piece. Well sort of. Harry Potter was still unconscious in the hospital wing, having been the one to confront the Dark Lord. Ryua didn't tell anyone, but she sent up a small box of chocolate rosebuds (which tasted good but you had to watch out for the thorns) to join the massive pile. From what she heard, Voldemort was quite similar in personality to her father, and whoever caused pain to someone like that was to be congratulated.
Although she had to act disappointed, Ryua was really more amused at the look on her neighbors' faces than angry when Gryffindor was awarded the house cup at the last minute. A pity that last quidditch match had to be played without a competent Gryffindor seeker. Slytherin had won the house cup by default, since Gryffindor was so deprived of their last bundle of points. Ah, well, next year they would really earn it... And so, her first year ended. Their parents were waiting at the platform, looking as regal and stuck-up as ever, but Ryua didn't mind too much. She would just lock herself in her room, doing all that extra homework her teachers had so nicely assigned her.
