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Blue Zephyr
Chapter One
Everyone in the great hall was brought to silence as the main doors suddenly burst open. Students watched curiously as professor McGonagall swept into the hall followed by three unfamiliar teenagers that were dressed in Hogwarts uniforms. The one in the front was a slim young man who had pale hair that was kept in a neat ponytail and a fair complexion. His ocean blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and were deep enough to make girls swoon with a glance. He also wore glasses and carried himself with the utmost dignity.
The second one could only be described (politely anyway) as a woman. Not a girl, not a lady, or even a young woman. Her uniform was modified to suit the owner's apparent taste. The skirt was dangerously short and slung low on her hips. The shirt was also cut short. In fact it was cut right down the middle and tied in the front for a mid-driff look. To show off her perfectly curved body even more, her robes were draped at her elbows like a large black shawl. Her face was the human embodiment of perfection with elegant features, violet eyes, and a flawless complexion framed by long, lush black tresses.
Bringing up the rear was strange young woman. Her short hair was white as new snow and was short and layered like a boy's. Her eyes were an impossible shade of turquoise, bright and piercing. Her features were not extraordinary, but she was pretty enough to get a boyfriend anywhere she pleased. She wore a boy's uniform and a silver medallion that glittered about her neck.
McGonagall led the teens up to the staff table where they were told to line up like the new first years had just a little while before. Before the on looking students could break out to chatter, professor Dumbledore rose to address the school.
"Forgive my late notice, but we have the honor of welcoming three more new students into our ranks," said Dumbledore. "They shall be sorted, and I trust that you will all do your best to make them feel at home." The headmaster smiled then, his blue eyes twinkling as they often did. He sat down and McGonagall took over, unrolling a small piece of parchment.
"Dulacrouge, Narmaline," she announced.
With long, sultry strides the black haired woman stepped forward and sat on the three- legged stool that had been left out. McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head. All the teenage males in the hall waited with baited breath.
Narmaline suddenly blinked and then screeched, "WHAT!? I am not like one of those . . . those . . . featherheads! I would never stoop to . . ." She paused. "Oh . . . alright then."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Narmaline smiled contentedly then moved to join her cheering housemates.
"Fenris, Darlon," said McGonagall.
The white-haired girl stepped up.
She sat there for several minutes before the Hat announced its decision, almost reluctantly. "SLYTHERIN!"
The slytherin side of the hall broke out into applause, then their newest member walked away with an expression that bordered between pride and defiance.
Then finely, "Malfoy, Verator."
Several Gryffindors groaned, and someone in the hall laughed, "One guess where he goes!"
But before it could be placed upon the teen's head the Sorting Hat shouted its verdict.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Verator sat there mortified, as professor McGonagall swiftly whisked the Sorting Hat away. Breaking from his stupor, he suddenly drew his wand and brandished it like a sword. "Bring that back here RIGHT NOW!" he roared.
"Now, now Mr. Malfoy," said McGonagall. She made a dismissing gesture. "Go and join your new housemates."
"But . . ."
"NOW!"
He gave her a deathglare before stalking towards the Gryffindor table. The Gryffindors all scattered to give him space. Verator sat down with a minimum of five seats between him and the rest of his fellow students. His wand was clenched in his fist and was spouting a shower of poisonous blue sparks.
It was too easy. All she had to do was convince a hat that she belonged in Slytherin and then she was in. Well, it did want to put her in Gryffindor, but once it realized that she wouldn't budge on the subject it gave in.
Darlon smiled slightly at her own thoughts. Her attention was then drawn back to the girl who was talking to her. She listened out of politeness but this girl was like a Chihuahua; she never seemed to shut up.
"We're really the best house," she informed Darlon. "I just know you'll love it here!"
"If you insist," Darlon replied.
"Oooh, what a pretty pendant!" the girl suddenly squealed. "What kind of gem is that?"
Darlon's hand touched the silver medallion that hung from her neck. The shiny dark blue stone set in the center all but glittered and was warm to the touch.
"Lapis?" the girl guessed. "Sapphire?"
Darlon smiled a little, remembering. "Close, but no. Dragon scale."
The girl's face brightened. "Your parents must have spent a fortune on a necklace like that! You must come from a wealthy family then."
Darlon's thoughts crashed back to earth with a thud.
The girl rattled on, not noticing her companion's change in expressions. "If I'm any judge I would say you come from a very old family. You are a pureblood right? You must have such a beautiful house! I'll bet- ."
"Pansy."
Darlon watched as the girl, (Praise God! It's a Miracle! ^-^) actually closed her mouth. Her attention was now centered on a pale young man sitting right across the table. Pansy smiled sweetly, leaned forward on the table, and batted her eyelashes. "Yes?" she asked in a buttery tone. Her obvious lack of subtlety made Darlon want to gag.
"Shut up."
Pansy squealed her indignation.
The blonde then turned his attention to Darlon. He smirked, silver eyes glinting.
Darlon measured him with her eyes, trying to decide what to make of him. "Who are you?" she asked.
He lifted his chin and his smirk became broader. "Draco Malfoy."
She sighed inwardly. Of course. "Pleasure."
"Draco is from a very old family," Pansy said, once again entering the conversation. "You are a pureblood, right?" What was it with this girl and bloodlines? Darlon focused an icy gaze on Pansy. "I really don't see how that's any of your business," she told her coldly. "Ask me again and I just may give you an answer you won't like." Pansy whimpered a barely audible "never mind" and suddenly became very interested in her food. Serves you right, you nosey bitch. She felt a pair of eyes watching her intently and felt a small hint of annoyance. "You know it's not polite to stare, Draco." Her head turned in time to see his startled expression. He recovered quickly, his confident smirk sliding back into place. "What if I like what I see?" he said, arching one brow. "Personally, I would tell you to shove yourself off a cliff." Darlon smiled. "But that's just me." The white haired girl ignored the twin looks of astonishment and took a sip of pumpkin juice.
Bloody hat! Verator Malfoy, gem of one of the collateral branches of the genus Malfoy, was in a state of shock. Dear God, what would happen when the news reached his family? He was already the laughingstock at family reunions for his stint at the muggle soup kitchen. Now he was in GRYFFINDOR, for Christ's sake, when every slimy weasel from the Malfoy Family had been in Slytherin for the last nine hundred years? A tall red-haired boy, who looked as though he'd just lost a bet, walked up to him. "Hi," he said, white under his freckles. Verator raised a single eyebrow. "You are wanting something?" he said, not bothering to hide the slight tinge of a Russian accent. The redhead seemed to muster his courage, but then took one look at Verator's still-sparking wand, and fled. "Damnit Hermione! YOU socialize with him!" A bushy haired girl smacked the redhead upside his fiery skull. "You lost the coin toss fair and square!" "I don't care!" God. Western Europeans. Just then, Narmaline, followed by a gaggle of drooling Ravenclaws boys and bitterly envious girls, sexed her way down the corridor to the Ravenclaw dorms, leaving behind her a scent of perfume that screamed "sexy" in a voice much too loud for any but a wizard to hear it. She looked as though she was just ripe for the ogling. The Gryffindor boys happily complied. "Ron!" snapped Hermione. "What?" he said dreamily. "That is MY kind of woman!" Verator, standing awestruck in a cloud of the girl's sublime perfume, pulled out his wand and absently pointed it at Ron "No. That is my kind of woman." He then whirled to the rest of the Gryffindor boys, who were all sniggering. "And don't ANY of you forget it!" "Or what?" Seamus Finnigan sniggered. "Avando Matromonus!" said Verator almost absently. A bouquet of orange blossoms flew from his wand, smacking Seamus right between the eyes. "Flowers? I'm flattered but." Verator smirked. "You have just been cursed. You will be the first among us to be MARRIED."
Seamus' screams echoed down the corridors.
Later that evening Darlon found herself down in the dungeons gazing at what would be her home for the next two years. It was cozy enough, she supposed. But everything seemed to be decorated either green or silver from the tapestries down to the comforter that lay spread across her four-poster bed. All the other girls present looked right at home and were currently preparing for bed. Suddenly a red-gold blur streaked out of the corner of her eye. Half- dressed girls shrieked and ducked out of the way. Darlon waited calmly for the blur to pass her way. As soon as it did her hand shot out and snatched the thing from midair. The tiny creature began to chitter and squawk indignantly at its captor. Hanging upside-down from her fist was a critter with a body that was no more than six inches in length. It was an odd mix of cat and bird with a falcon's head, wings and feet, and a distinctly feline body and forelegs. The tail was surprisingly like neither. It was long and scaly, easily wrapping several times around Darlon's wrist. Several girls began to emerge from behind their four-posters, eyeing Darlon and the intruder curiously. A tall girl clutching a fluffy orange and white cat stepped forward timidly. "What is that?" Darlon plopped the thing on her shoulder where it puffed out its chest and shifted its wings in annoyance. She jerked her thumb towards it. "This is my pet, Kyla." "What's a keyla?" asked another girl. Darlon rolled her eyes. "That's just her name. She is a miniature griffyn." "And what is this? Pansy was standing next to Darlon's trunk and in her hand dangled Darlon's portable CD player. "What the hell were you doing in my trunk?" Darlon snapped. "Isn't this a muggle thing?" Darlon narrowed her eyes. "So? It was a gift from a friend. What's it to you?" "You were friends with a muggle?" In a flash Darlon had whipped out her wand and trained it on Pansy's head, her eyes crackling with blue lightning. An involuntary growl resonated from deep within her throat. Several girls stepped back at the feral noise. "Careful," Darlon hissed dangerously. "Don't talk of things you know nothing about! You don't know me or my friends, so just shut up. Alright?" Trembling, Pansy gave a small nod. What do you know? She had a brain after all.
Author's Note : I hate starting stories. No matter what I write I always feel that I can do better. Ah well. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and if not that is what the back button is for. No this is not random (not completely), which means there will be a plot. By the way, I started writing this long before the fifth book came out, so as far as this fic is concerned it never happened. I may integrate some things though . . . ~ Rys ~
Blue Zephyr
Chapter One
Everyone in the great hall was brought to silence as the main doors suddenly burst open. Students watched curiously as professor McGonagall swept into the hall followed by three unfamiliar teenagers that were dressed in Hogwarts uniforms. The one in the front was a slim young man who had pale hair that was kept in a neat ponytail and a fair complexion. His ocean blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and were deep enough to make girls swoon with a glance. He also wore glasses and carried himself with the utmost dignity.
The second one could only be described (politely anyway) as a woman. Not a girl, not a lady, or even a young woman. Her uniform was modified to suit the owner's apparent taste. The skirt was dangerously short and slung low on her hips. The shirt was also cut short. In fact it was cut right down the middle and tied in the front for a mid-driff look. To show off her perfectly curved body even more, her robes were draped at her elbows like a large black shawl. Her face was the human embodiment of perfection with elegant features, violet eyes, and a flawless complexion framed by long, lush black tresses.
Bringing up the rear was strange young woman. Her short hair was white as new snow and was short and layered like a boy's. Her eyes were an impossible shade of turquoise, bright and piercing. Her features were not extraordinary, but she was pretty enough to get a boyfriend anywhere she pleased. She wore a boy's uniform and a silver medallion that glittered about her neck.
McGonagall led the teens up to the staff table where they were told to line up like the new first years had just a little while before. Before the on looking students could break out to chatter, professor Dumbledore rose to address the school.
"Forgive my late notice, but we have the honor of welcoming three more new students into our ranks," said Dumbledore. "They shall be sorted, and I trust that you will all do your best to make them feel at home." The headmaster smiled then, his blue eyes twinkling as they often did. He sat down and McGonagall took over, unrolling a small piece of parchment.
"Dulacrouge, Narmaline," she announced.
With long, sultry strides the black haired woman stepped forward and sat on the three- legged stool that had been left out. McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head. All the teenage males in the hall waited with baited breath.
Narmaline suddenly blinked and then screeched, "WHAT!? I am not like one of those . . . those . . . featherheads! I would never stoop to . . ." She paused. "Oh . . . alright then."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Narmaline smiled contentedly then moved to join her cheering housemates.
"Fenris, Darlon," said McGonagall.
The white-haired girl stepped up.
She sat there for several minutes before the Hat announced its decision, almost reluctantly. "SLYTHERIN!"
The slytherin side of the hall broke out into applause, then their newest member walked away with an expression that bordered between pride and defiance.
Then finely, "Malfoy, Verator."
Several Gryffindors groaned, and someone in the hall laughed, "One guess where he goes!"
But before it could be placed upon the teen's head the Sorting Hat shouted its verdict.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Verator sat there mortified, as professor McGonagall swiftly whisked the Sorting Hat away. Breaking from his stupor, he suddenly drew his wand and brandished it like a sword. "Bring that back here RIGHT NOW!" he roared.
"Now, now Mr. Malfoy," said McGonagall. She made a dismissing gesture. "Go and join your new housemates."
"But . . ."
"NOW!"
He gave her a deathglare before stalking towards the Gryffindor table. The Gryffindors all scattered to give him space. Verator sat down with a minimum of five seats between him and the rest of his fellow students. His wand was clenched in his fist and was spouting a shower of poisonous blue sparks.
It was too easy. All she had to do was convince a hat that she belonged in Slytherin and then she was in. Well, it did want to put her in Gryffindor, but once it realized that she wouldn't budge on the subject it gave in.
Darlon smiled slightly at her own thoughts. Her attention was then drawn back to the girl who was talking to her. She listened out of politeness but this girl was like a Chihuahua; she never seemed to shut up.
"We're really the best house," she informed Darlon. "I just know you'll love it here!"
"If you insist," Darlon replied.
"Oooh, what a pretty pendant!" the girl suddenly squealed. "What kind of gem is that?"
Darlon's hand touched the silver medallion that hung from her neck. The shiny dark blue stone set in the center all but glittered and was warm to the touch.
"Lapis?" the girl guessed. "Sapphire?"
Darlon smiled a little, remembering. "Close, but no. Dragon scale."
The girl's face brightened. "Your parents must have spent a fortune on a necklace like that! You must come from a wealthy family then."
Darlon's thoughts crashed back to earth with a thud.
The girl rattled on, not noticing her companion's change in expressions. "If I'm any judge I would say you come from a very old family. You are a pureblood right? You must have such a beautiful house! I'll bet- ."
"Pansy."
Darlon watched as the girl, (Praise God! It's a Miracle! ^-^) actually closed her mouth. Her attention was now centered on a pale young man sitting right across the table. Pansy smiled sweetly, leaned forward on the table, and batted her eyelashes. "Yes?" she asked in a buttery tone. Her obvious lack of subtlety made Darlon want to gag.
"Shut up."
Pansy squealed her indignation.
The blonde then turned his attention to Darlon. He smirked, silver eyes glinting.
Darlon measured him with her eyes, trying to decide what to make of him. "Who are you?" she asked.
He lifted his chin and his smirk became broader. "Draco Malfoy."
She sighed inwardly. Of course. "Pleasure."
"Draco is from a very old family," Pansy said, once again entering the conversation. "You are a pureblood, right?" What was it with this girl and bloodlines? Darlon focused an icy gaze on Pansy. "I really don't see how that's any of your business," she told her coldly. "Ask me again and I just may give you an answer you won't like." Pansy whimpered a barely audible "never mind" and suddenly became very interested in her food. Serves you right, you nosey bitch. She felt a pair of eyes watching her intently and felt a small hint of annoyance. "You know it's not polite to stare, Draco." Her head turned in time to see his startled expression. He recovered quickly, his confident smirk sliding back into place. "What if I like what I see?" he said, arching one brow. "Personally, I would tell you to shove yourself off a cliff." Darlon smiled. "But that's just me." The white haired girl ignored the twin looks of astonishment and took a sip of pumpkin juice.
Bloody hat! Verator Malfoy, gem of one of the collateral branches of the genus Malfoy, was in a state of shock. Dear God, what would happen when the news reached his family? He was already the laughingstock at family reunions for his stint at the muggle soup kitchen. Now he was in GRYFFINDOR, for Christ's sake, when every slimy weasel from the Malfoy Family had been in Slytherin for the last nine hundred years? A tall red-haired boy, who looked as though he'd just lost a bet, walked up to him. "Hi," he said, white under his freckles. Verator raised a single eyebrow. "You are wanting something?" he said, not bothering to hide the slight tinge of a Russian accent. The redhead seemed to muster his courage, but then took one look at Verator's still-sparking wand, and fled. "Damnit Hermione! YOU socialize with him!" A bushy haired girl smacked the redhead upside his fiery skull. "You lost the coin toss fair and square!" "I don't care!" God. Western Europeans. Just then, Narmaline, followed by a gaggle of drooling Ravenclaws boys and bitterly envious girls, sexed her way down the corridor to the Ravenclaw dorms, leaving behind her a scent of perfume that screamed "sexy" in a voice much too loud for any but a wizard to hear it. She looked as though she was just ripe for the ogling. The Gryffindor boys happily complied. "Ron!" snapped Hermione. "What?" he said dreamily. "That is MY kind of woman!" Verator, standing awestruck in a cloud of the girl's sublime perfume, pulled out his wand and absently pointed it at Ron "No. That is my kind of woman." He then whirled to the rest of the Gryffindor boys, who were all sniggering. "And don't ANY of you forget it!" "Or what?" Seamus Finnigan sniggered. "Avando Matromonus!" said Verator almost absently. A bouquet of orange blossoms flew from his wand, smacking Seamus right between the eyes. "Flowers? I'm flattered but." Verator smirked. "You have just been cursed. You will be the first among us to be MARRIED."
Seamus' screams echoed down the corridors.
Later that evening Darlon found herself down in the dungeons gazing at what would be her home for the next two years. It was cozy enough, she supposed. But everything seemed to be decorated either green or silver from the tapestries down to the comforter that lay spread across her four-poster bed. All the other girls present looked right at home and were currently preparing for bed. Suddenly a red-gold blur streaked out of the corner of her eye. Half- dressed girls shrieked and ducked out of the way. Darlon waited calmly for the blur to pass her way. As soon as it did her hand shot out and snatched the thing from midair. The tiny creature began to chitter and squawk indignantly at its captor. Hanging upside-down from her fist was a critter with a body that was no more than six inches in length. It was an odd mix of cat and bird with a falcon's head, wings and feet, and a distinctly feline body and forelegs. The tail was surprisingly like neither. It was long and scaly, easily wrapping several times around Darlon's wrist. Several girls began to emerge from behind their four-posters, eyeing Darlon and the intruder curiously. A tall girl clutching a fluffy orange and white cat stepped forward timidly. "What is that?" Darlon plopped the thing on her shoulder where it puffed out its chest and shifted its wings in annoyance. She jerked her thumb towards it. "This is my pet, Kyla." "What's a keyla?" asked another girl. Darlon rolled her eyes. "That's just her name. She is a miniature griffyn." "And what is this? Pansy was standing next to Darlon's trunk and in her hand dangled Darlon's portable CD player. "What the hell were you doing in my trunk?" Darlon snapped. "Isn't this a muggle thing?" Darlon narrowed her eyes. "So? It was a gift from a friend. What's it to you?" "You were friends with a muggle?" In a flash Darlon had whipped out her wand and trained it on Pansy's head, her eyes crackling with blue lightning. An involuntary growl resonated from deep within her throat. Several girls stepped back at the feral noise. "Careful," Darlon hissed dangerously. "Don't talk of things you know nothing about! You don't know me or my friends, so just shut up. Alright?" Trembling, Pansy gave a small nod. What do you know? She had a brain after all.
Author's Note : I hate starting stories. No matter what I write I always feel that I can do better. Ah well. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and if not that is what the back button is for. No this is not random (not completely), which means there will be a plot. By the way, I started writing this long before the fifth book came out, so as far as this fic is concerned it never happened. I may integrate some things though . . . ~ Rys ~