Everlast
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in the Harry potter novels. They are all J.K.'s creation. A/N: hey sori I had to post this again I got three reviews saying that it's confusing. Please tell me where have I gone wrong!!!!!!
Chapter 3
The Past and Present
Althea entered the great hall. She turned her head around, looking for her friends.
"Hey! Malfoy! Over here." she turned around for the source of the voice. Deryk was standing at the bench of the Gryffindor table his hands raised above his head, waving for her.
She smiled and started to walk towards the Gryffindor table then she hesitated and looked over at the Slytherin table at the other end of the Hall. Some of them were looking at her and scowling. She sighed; she felt guilty for rushing over to the Gryffindors at the start of the term feast since Slytherin was, after all, her house. She shot her friend an apologetic smile and ran towards the Slytherin table sitting beside a fellow 4th year she hardly knew.
Althea smiled at her; the girl scowled.
Althea's smile fell, so much for a friendly welcome.
She stretched her neck and stared at the Gryffindor table forlornly as the Hat sang it's song. Even though she was a Slytherin, all her friends were Gryffindors.
Deryk caught her eye and signaled her to come over. She shook her head and stared at the line of first years before them, one girl caught her eye. Her chin was raised. She didn't look afraid.
"Harper, Sydney."
Sydney strode purposely towards the stool and jammed the sorting Hat eagerly to her head. After a few moments of silence, the brim of the hat opened and shouted...
"Gryffindor!"
Althea fought the urge to cheer with the rest of the Gryffindors. She looked up again in search for Deryk but he wasn't at his seat. She scanned the table carefully, then she felt someone tap her. She looked around and saw Deryk standing behind her. The rest of the Slytherins were giving him death stares. But he doesn't seem to care. He sat down beside her and said. "Come on they are already waiting for you. I already saved you a seat"
"Hey Potter, get your filthy butt off our table" growled one of the Slytherins. Deryk raised his hands and slowly stood up. Althea stood up with him and hurriedly led Deryk towards the Gryffindor table.
As soon she and Deryk sat down, their friends greeted them. But she pulled Deryk aside and asked him what his problem was, going over to the Slytherin table.
"Dad said to make you spend less time with the Slytherins."
Althea raised her eyebrows at him.
"I kinda let it slip that the Slytherins treat you differently." He smiled sheepishly. Althea whacked him hard on the head with his hat. A few of the Gryffindors laughed.
"Did you tell him not to tell anything to my father?" asked Althea nervously. Deryk nodded. Althea sighed in relief.
She knew that his father would make a big fuss about it, if he learned that the Slytherins treat her like filth. She turned her head and saw Sydney looking at her. She smiled at her; Sydney in turn swung her leg over the bench, stood up and walked towards her.
"You're a Slytherin right?"
"Yeah! She is. Got a problem with that?" Deryk inserted. Althea elbowed him. ("Ok, ok. I'll mind my own business.")
"Yes, I am, but I'm more of a Gryffindor. My friends are all in Gryffindor. And my mom is a Gryffindor. Although my dad isn't, he's a Slytherin. You are Sydney Harper right?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'm Althea Malfoy."
"Malfoy...that sounds familiar."
"My father is Draco Malfoy..."
"That name sounds strangely familiar."
"Maybe you read it in a book, a history book. Deryk here is the son of the famous Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, which by the way were both my Godparents."
Sydney looked at Deryk closely. Deryk looked at her bemusedly. "I'm kinda eating here." He said, pointing at his food.
"Sorry."
"Why don't you seat here with us?" Althea asked. "Potter here could eat standing up." She looked at Deryk grinning.
"No, thank you." said Sydney, politely then going back to her seat.
"I rescue you from the cannibals and that is how you repay me? Shame on you woman!" said Deryk with mock outrage. Althea just waved him off and proceeded to help herself with the roast beef.
::dream sequence::
She was running down the carpeted stairs, yelling: "Mom! Dad! I've got something! You've got to see this!"
"We're in the kitchen honey!"
She jumped down the last three flights of steps and jogged towards the kitchen. Two people in their mid thirties were in there. The man was at the breakfast table reading the newspaper while the woman was at the stove making more pancakes.
' Wait a minute, who are they? ' she thought as she looked back an forth.
' They are your parents, silly. ' said a voice inside her head.
' Oh right. '
"what is it honey?" a thirty-ish woman with long reddish brown locks looked at her worriedly.
"oh nothing...I just wanted to show you this." She handed over a hogwarts letter.
The woman looked at the older man beside her. He looked at the letter curiously and tentatively took the letter from his hand.
He stared at the address for a while and and turned the letter, looking at the wax seal. He looked at the lady beside him obviously confused.
She sat down opposite her father and her eyes zeroed on the address for the first time.
"Ms. H Granger." She whispered. Her heart gave a jolt.
It can't be...
It can't be...
Sydney opened her eyes and found herself waking up at the comfort of her four poster bed.
A/N: well soo sorry you guys for not updating in...well...months. (I was studying... I am hoping to get into a good college...) I really hope you guys wouldn't lose interest in my fic.. I hope you still have the energy to write a wittle bit of review.
Honestly..i think the first parts of this chap sucks... sorry!!! I'll try to improve.
You don't know how your reviews light me up!!
A/N: hey sori I had to post this again I got three reviews saying that it's confusing. Please tell me where have I gone wrong!!!!!!
~Kitty
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in the Harry potter novels. They are all J.K.'s creation. A/N: hey sori I had to post this again I got three reviews saying that it's confusing. Please tell me where have I gone wrong!!!!!!
Chapter 3
The Past and Present
Althea entered the great hall. She turned her head around, looking for her friends.
"Hey! Malfoy! Over here." she turned around for the source of the voice. Deryk was standing at the bench of the Gryffindor table his hands raised above his head, waving for her.
She smiled and started to walk towards the Gryffindor table then she hesitated and looked over at the Slytherin table at the other end of the Hall. Some of them were looking at her and scowling. She sighed; she felt guilty for rushing over to the Gryffindors at the start of the term feast since Slytherin was, after all, her house. She shot her friend an apologetic smile and ran towards the Slytherin table sitting beside a fellow 4th year she hardly knew.
Althea smiled at her; the girl scowled.
Althea's smile fell, so much for a friendly welcome.
She stretched her neck and stared at the Gryffindor table forlornly as the Hat sang it's song. Even though she was a Slytherin, all her friends were Gryffindors.
Deryk caught her eye and signaled her to come over. She shook her head and stared at the line of first years before them, one girl caught her eye. Her chin was raised. She didn't look afraid.
"Harper, Sydney."
Sydney strode purposely towards the stool and jammed the sorting Hat eagerly to her head. After a few moments of silence, the brim of the hat opened and shouted...
"Gryffindor!"
Althea fought the urge to cheer with the rest of the Gryffindors. She looked up again in search for Deryk but he wasn't at his seat. She scanned the table carefully, then she felt someone tap her. She looked around and saw Deryk standing behind her. The rest of the Slytherins were giving him death stares. But he doesn't seem to care. He sat down beside her and said. "Come on they are already waiting for you. I already saved you a seat"
"Hey Potter, get your filthy butt off our table" growled one of the Slytherins. Deryk raised his hands and slowly stood up. Althea stood up with him and hurriedly led Deryk towards the Gryffindor table.
As soon she and Deryk sat down, their friends greeted them. But she pulled Deryk aside and asked him what his problem was, going over to the Slytherin table.
"Dad said to make you spend less time with the Slytherins."
Althea raised her eyebrows at him.
"I kinda let it slip that the Slytherins treat you differently." He smiled sheepishly. Althea whacked him hard on the head with his hat. A few of the Gryffindors laughed.
"Did you tell him not to tell anything to my father?" asked Althea nervously. Deryk nodded. Althea sighed in relief.
She knew that his father would make a big fuss about it, if he learned that the Slytherins treat her like filth. She turned her head and saw Sydney looking at her. She smiled at her; Sydney in turn swung her leg over the bench, stood up and walked towards her.
"You're a Slytherin right?"
"Yeah! She is. Got a problem with that?" Deryk inserted. Althea elbowed him. ("Ok, ok. I'll mind my own business.")
"Yes, I am, but I'm more of a Gryffindor. My friends are all in Gryffindor. And my mom is a Gryffindor. Although my dad isn't, he's a Slytherin. You are Sydney Harper right?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'm Althea Malfoy."
"Malfoy...that sounds familiar."
"My father is Draco Malfoy..."
"That name sounds strangely familiar."
"Maybe you read it in a book, a history book. Deryk here is the son of the famous Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, which by the way were both my Godparents."
Sydney looked at Deryk closely. Deryk looked at her bemusedly. "I'm kinda eating here." He said, pointing at his food.
"Sorry."
"Why don't you seat here with us?" Althea asked. "Potter here could eat standing up." She looked at Deryk grinning.
"No, thank you." said Sydney, politely then going back to her seat.
"I rescue you from the cannibals and that is how you repay me? Shame on you woman!" said Deryk with mock outrage. Althea just waved him off and proceeded to help herself with the roast beef.
::dream sequence::
She was running down the carpeted stairs, yelling: "Mom! Dad! I've got something! You've got to see this!"
"We're in the kitchen honey!"
She jumped down the last three flights of steps and jogged towards the kitchen. Two people in their mid thirties were in there. The man was at the breakfast table reading the newspaper while the woman was at the stove making more pancakes.
' Wait a minute, who are they? ' she thought as she looked back an forth.
' They are your parents, silly. ' said a voice inside her head.
' Oh right. '
"what is it honey?" a thirty-ish woman with long reddish brown locks looked at her worriedly.
"oh nothing...I just wanted to show you this." She handed over a hogwarts letter.
The woman looked at the older man beside her. He looked at the letter curiously and tentatively took the letter from his hand.
He stared at the address for a while and and turned the letter, looking at the wax seal. He looked at the lady beside him obviously confused.
She sat down opposite her father and her eyes zeroed on the address for the first time.
"Ms. H Granger." She whispered. Her heart gave a jolt.
It can't be...
It can't be...
Sydney opened her eyes and found herself waking up at the comfort of her four poster bed.
A/N: well soo sorry you guys for not updating in...well...months. (I was studying... I am hoping to get into a good college...) I really hope you guys wouldn't lose interest in my fic.. I hope you still have the energy to write a wittle bit of review.
Honestly..i think the first parts of this chap sucks... sorry!!! I'll try to improve.
You don't know how your reviews light me up!!
A/N: hey sori I had to post this again I got three reviews saying that it's confusing. Please tell me where have I gone wrong!!!!!!
~Kitty