Author's Note: Wow. It's been a while since I updated this fanfic. ; Sorry bout that… I'm going to try to update more regularly. I finally thought up a way to continue this. FINALLY. Aaaaanywho, once again, sorry. If you don't remember any of the characters and what not, go read the first 2 chapters please, just to jog your memory. J ;
One last thing, I don't remember any of the schedule's of the characters, but whatever. If I say they have a certain class at a certain time and they really don't, don't bother to correct me on it. sigh Waiting for Moon Avenger to come on IM so we can discuss a new fanfic we're going to write.
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy and all original characters and such are owned by J.K. Rowling.
From Night to Day, From Black to Grey
Chapter Three: New Beginnings
The next morning was a rough one. It seemed as though the previous night was all but a dream. As Raivan woke the memories of last night's banquet and new friends flooded back. She was in Hogwarts, the finest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, with her pet dragon and barn owl.
Raivan had always been slow to mornings, liking the afternoon and preferring the night. She sat up steadily and slouched to the dresser designated for her, dragging her feet. It became apparent to the other girls in the room that she was not a morning person. Cinnamon returned from his midnight flight, as well as Silver. They flew to her bed as she changed into her robes and got out her schedule.
"Let see… Transformation class is first, then Potions class, then Flight lessons with Madame Hooch. Lunch is after that huh? Cool, it's kinda like high school back home," she said to herself out loud, remembering her muggle friends back home. She wishes she could tell them her secret, but if she did at least one of them would spill.
Walking to breakfast, she met up with Draco in the common room, as well as Crabb and Goyle, as always. Raivan hadn't gotten the best of sleep last night, having to deal with all the chattering girls in the dormitory while she wanted to sleep. It seemed as if their nonsensical blabbing would never end. She was an only child and was used to the peace and quiet. Her mother had died not too long after she was born, and although her father tried his best, he was constantly away, leaving her with the magical items of their house to care for her, sometimes a nanny, to keep suspicions down.
In America, her and her friends, all muggles, were close to each other. They would constantly tackle, hug, and play with each other. No one even really noticed when they would have a friend's sleeping head on their shoulder. It was sort of a tradition. If one was tired you lent a shoulder. Raivan had forgotten that it she wasn't in America with her friends, and did the same, but with Draco.
Draco looked at her, shocked, and jumped to the side, somewhat quickly, leaving Raivan to practically fall on the side of her face.
"What in blazes were you doing?!" He said in curiosity and slight aggravation.
"What? What was I doing?" she said in a daze.
"Your head. It was on my shoulder."
"So? I'm tired."
"Then use a proper pillow, not me," he said, whining a little.
"But, me and my friends back home always used each other as pillows. Please? I'm really tired. The stupid brats in my room wouldn't stop talking. Please?" She looked at him with a pleading look. He tried to resist but finally gave in. As she slept, he walked with a tiny frown on his face. Other students slipped quick looks, surprised that a couple had already been formed, or at least that's how it looked. Even some of the teachers glanced.
Finally, an older, nasty Slytherin stopped in front of them.
"'Ey Draco, who's your girlfriend?" he said with a hiss.
"She's not my girlfriend. She's just sleeping," he responded, grinding his teeth.
"Really? Doesn't look like it. Looks like—" he was cut off, and fell backward, curled in the fetal position. Raivan had given a quick, unnoticed blow to the gonads.
"I don't take anything from anyone. At least no one with authority," she mumbled.
Finally they arrived in the Dining Hall. It was just about full, the houses' tables seated with chattering kids. Dumbledore tapped his cup with his fork three times, and food was presented in front of them. Nothing to extravagant this morning, a usual breakfast, just with fifty times the quantities.
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The day was passing smoothly as the Slytherins and Gryffandors arrived in their Transformation class. Raivan was seated next to Draco, as usual. He was the only one he really knew; and Crabb and Goyle weren't the brightest crayons in the box.
Professor McGonagall was no where in site though. A cat, unknown to Raivan was sitting on the front of her desk though. It looked like a tabby and calico cat mixed.
Just then two Gryffandor boys came rushing in. One was a messy red haired boy. He had hand-me-down robes, and beat-up, old books. The other had thick, brown hair and glasses. New robes, new books. She didn't get a good look at either of their faces, but it didn't matter to her anyway. They weren't even in the same house as her. She paid no mind to them.
"Feuw, we made it," the red haired boy said. Suddenly, the cat sprang from the table and Professor McGonagall was there.
"That was bloody brilliant," he said, jaw hanging open.
"Thank you Mr. Weasley. But you two should be on time. Maybe I should turn one of you into a watch. Then at least one of you will be on time."
"We got lost…" the brown haired boy said.
"Well Mr. Potter, how about a map?" The class started with chatter, realizing the great Harry Potter was in their class. Even Raivan, who was from another continent, knew about him. She perked up. Draco frowned.
"Alright, alright settle down now. Today you will be learning to turn a rock into a button. Everyone ready? You're going to raise your wand, tap the rock once, say transformous incartous, and tap it once more. Everyone, except for one girl from Gryffandor, had problems transforming the rock, at first. Sooner or later everyone caught on, and by the end of the class, Raivan had managed to turn three rocks into buttons. The Gryffandor girl had enough for a coat and more.
Finally they were on their way to their next class, Potions, with Professor Snape, who was also the head of the Slytherin House. Most didn't like him, even those from Slytherin, but since she was in his House, and had no siblings before her to say anything nasty, she assumed he was okay.
When they had arrived, the class took seats next to those they knew and who were in their House. Again, the Houses were Slytherin and Gryffandor, and again, she sat next to Draco. Crabb was to her right, and Goyle was to Draco's left. Strangely though, the teacher was no where to be found, and the room was quite dark. Since there was no authority figure in the room, and nothing to do at the moment, the students started to chatter amongst themselves. Raivan wasn't much of a chatterer, and neither was Draco. It seemed as if they were the only ones not talking.
Suddenly, the door burst open and in came Professor Snape. He had shoulder length, sleek, black hair, pale skin, a rather large nose, and we wore especially black robes.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began, "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through
human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper to death-- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
Raivan was surprised by the teacher's up-front-ness. Usually a teacher would never dare to tread where he had just gone. He was right and open to teach, but only for those who could keep up, and she could tell. He would not be impressed easily, and he wouldn't baby anyone. Raivan has had teachers like this in America, her old English teacher for example.
"Well, it seems we have someone famous in the class. Mr. Potter, our new celebrity… Tell me," he began to ask Harry questions. None of which Harry knew the answers to, but the girl next to him, the one who was also successful in Transformation class, kept raising her hand. Raivan didn't really know the answers to the questions either, but she wasn't about to draw attention to herself to be asked anything either.
"Some of you," Snape gave a cold stare to the class. It sent shivers down most, if not all, of the Gryffandors' spines, and some of the Slytherins'. Raivan was unaffected. Draco smiled. He continued, "will do greatly in this class. Others, not so much. Either way, if you fall behind, it is your duty to catch up. I wait for no one. This, will not be an easy class."
Good, I enjoy a challenge. Raivan thought to herself, smiling.
The class seemed to fly by, much faster than Transformation class. They hadn't made or mixed anything, and yet they had already been given an assignment. Raivan was feeling more awake now, and it was nearly 11. She'd need to be awake, since her first flying lesson was coming up.
Next Chapter:
Chapter Four: Flight and Fun