Chapter 2:
Harry Potter was walking through the halls of Hogwarts. The Welcoming Feast had just ended, and all the students had gone to their dormitories -- except for Harry. He told Ron and Hermione that he wanted some time alone and left to wander aimlessly around the castle.
Harry found himself on the fourth floor and saw a door he didn't recognize. That wasn't unusual considering the vast number of doors in Hogwarts and their habit of changing around. But Harry was intrigued. Perhaps it was because he was naturally curious. But it was probably because of the door itself.
It was a plain door, very ugly and very old. It looked as though someone had just stuck a slab of wood on some hinges and hung it in the doorway without bothering if it fit properly. As a result, there were gaps between the door and the jamb. And the space around door was glowing with a glowing golden light.
Harry opened the door. He stumbled and fell backward as something came out of the room. It was a Dementor.
Harry knew it was probably actually a Boggart. But that thought wasn't helping him much as he struggled to get his wand out of his pocket. The Dementor was bearing down on him. It raised its dead-looking hands to its hood and slowly pulled it back.
Harry gasped.
The hood had fallen back to reveal the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
Her hair seemed like a living thing because there was so much energy and life radiating from it. It was shining as though it was in the sun, even though the corridor was dark. Harry couldn't quite tell what color it was. It seemed to be a fiery red. But when the girl moved, streaks of gold and silver gleamed. It was curling in seductive waves all the way down her back until it reached her waist.
And her eyes were a deep violet with sparks of lavendar and sapphire in their entrancing depths. Harry gazed at her and felt he could drown in the pools of her amethyst orbs.
"Who are you?" he breathed.
"I'm Amethyst," the girl said in a voice like silver bells. "I'm called Amethyst Serenity Leithian Silverhill Darksphere. But Darksphere isn't really my last name. It's my grandfather's name. I don't know my father's last name because I don't know who my father is.
"Oh," Harry said eloquently. He hadn't known his father, but at least he knew who his father was. "Er, are you a student here? You look like you should be, but I thought you were a Boggart at first.
Amethyst got a strange, troubled look on her face. "I'm not," she said. Her voice was a little too defensive, but Harry didn't notice. "I'm not a Boggart, and I'm not a student, either.
"Well would you like to be a student?" Harry said. "I'm sure we could arrange it with Dumbledore.
"You really think so?" Amethyst exclaimed, her face glowing with excitement and joy. "I've always wanted to go to Hogwarts. I've even been studying in secret so if I ever got the chance I could jump right into the sixth year.
"Let's go to Dumbledore's office then!" Harry said.
He was excited at the prospect of having such a beautiful, kind, talented classmate. He grabbed Amethyst's hand and they began running down the hall. As they ran, the Dementor cloak fell off. The bulky, ominous cloak had been hiding a gorgeous silver gown with a low neckline. It fit Amethyst perfectly. The shimmering fabric clung lovingly to her perfect curves (which were in all the right places).
Harry gasped. Amethyst blushed charmingly. And they continued to run toward Dumbledore's office.
**** Author's Note ****
Who is Amethyst's father? Well, that's what you'll find out. And you'll also find out who/what she really is.
More on the name:
Amethyst (again) is a tribute to the heroine in The Ordinary Princess. Serenity is the classic Mary Sue name. If you know what "Leithian" means, you know why it is wildly inappropriate and strangely appropriate at the same time. Silverhill is the "self insert" name.