I looked at my room. It was done in green and silver. I put my trunk at the foot of my bed and took out my wand. I hated how it was done in all green and silver. I pointed my wand at the bed. "Transmogri," I said, and the bedspread was changed to a dark blue one. I turned to the Slytherin banner that hung on the door and pointed my wand at it, muttering "Evanesco!" The banner disappeared. I smiled. Now the room looked much better.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" I called, and James entered.
"McGonagall's just given us our first assignment. We need to help Madame Pince catalogue the restricted section." James tossed the scroll with the written orders on it to me. I opened it and read it.
"Organize and clean it? That'll take us forever!" I groaned, and James nodded in agreement.
"We're supposed to help after lunch tomorrow. We only have two classes in the morning on Monday." I groaned again.
"With my luck it'll be double potions," I said. I expected it to be better since Draco was teaching it, but Potions held bad memories for me. Professor Snape had been the potions master, and he was a Legimens. He had known that I was the daughter of Lord Voldemort and had made my life miserable because of it.
"Can't be that bad. We're getting a new Potions Master," James said. I smiled at him.
"Heard that the new Potions mater and Professor Potter had quite a rivalry when they went to Hogwarts." James laughed.
"They used to fight every potions class, is what I heard," James said.
"And competing on the Quidditch field was brutal between those two," I said. I could just imagine it, two seekers, fighting over the Snitch.
Cliodne flew through the window, settling on James's shoulder. "Looks like he likes you," I told James. He looked lost in thought as he stroked Cliodne. He had a scar on the left side of his face. I could still remember how he had gotten that scar. It was in an attack, when I was ten years old…
(Flashback)
"Stay here, Angie, and don't come out for anything," My father told me, hiding me in the bushes. Cliodne landed on my shoulder.
My father went and took his place at the front of the group of Death Eaters, gathered in front of number 12, Grimmauld Place. My father was going to attack Harry Potter. I had followed him, curious about what he did when he went off at night. He went off to plan attacks on the wizarding world.
A man came out of number 12. My father shouted for the Death eaters to begin the attack. More and more wizards came flooding out of the house.
A young boy came out of the house, following the wizards. He wasn't armed with a wand or anything.
"Cliodne, go knock that boy down and keep him on the ground," I told Cliodne. If he was on the ground he wouldn't get hit by the spells that were flying everywhere.
Cliodne took off, attacking the boy. He eased up when the boy was on the ground, landing on him to guard him.
A bolt of red light ruffled the tops of Cliodne's feathers. I could tell that he was going to be singed.
My father and the Death Eaters began to retreat, sending bolts of red light over their shoulders to hold off the wizards. I let out a shrill whistle and Cliodne came back over to me. My father had lost that battle, but Cliodne had become a hero in my eyes.
(End Flashback)
"You may think that this is crazy, but a bird that looked just like this saved me once," James told me.
"I don't think it's crazy. Cliodne's been through tonnes. He's always coning home with singed feathers and broken wings." I told James. I whistled, and Cliodne flew onto my shoulder.
"I'll see you tomorrow," James said, and left the room, a confused expression on his face.