A/N I realize how dull this chapter is but I gotta work into the plot slowly! Hoping to start getting the chapters up in a more rapid succession but I just took a second job and school will begin in September.... who knows? We'll see. Read and review!
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HARRY POTTER AND THE SACRED SOUL OF VIETSVAR
By: Mrs.Perve
Chapter 1New Beginnings
The Great Hall fell silent after the sorting of 'Zelliar, Lisa' to Ravenclaw and Professor McGonagall stepped forward again, leaving the sorting hat and stool in place for an oddly long time.
"Lastly tonight, we will be sorting a transfer student from the private German school Vietsvar, Monique Es." She informed them as she cleared her throat. "She will be joining the same class as those of you who are 6th years, and I hope you will all make her feel welcome." Raven haired and slightly tallow skinned, Monique came forward to the stool as she had seen the others do, and placed the sorting hat atop her dark locks, worn down and cascading past her back to the middle of her butt. Her face was serious and bored, giving little clue about her thoughts and feelings at the time.
"Such a shame Dumbledore said you are not to be placed in Slytherin. There would be your best home. But no, Dumbledore said and I must abide..." muttered a small voice inside Monique's mind.
"Get on with it." Monique thought a bit harshly, and the hat did as she asked.
"Yes, yes, then you will go to---- Gryffindor!" The hat roared. Exasperated and slightly annoyed, Monique ripped it from her head and made her way to the Gryffindor table, the occupants of which were cheering. Rolling her light hazel eyes, she took an empty chair across from Ginny Weasley between Ron and Neville. Ginny smiled at her.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, and Gryffindor!" She piped cheerfully. Monique nodded in acknowledgement of the orange haired girl, and cast a glance at the staff table. Her father returned her look and tipped his head towards her, before Dumbledore rose to greet them all, and welcome them for another great year at Hogwarts. Monique tuned him out and returned her attentions to the people at the table. There were several who appeared to be her age, including both the round faced and red headed boys she sat between, a black boy a bit to her right, the sandy blonde haired boy beside him, a couple of girls that made Monique frown as they giggled, and across the table was a slightly bushy haired girl. Then of course there was Harry Potter, obvious as he sat beside the red haired boy on Monique's left. A rather assorted bunch she had to admit, and quite unlike her friends at Vietsvar.
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She continued to regard her peers as they began to pile the newly appeared food onto their plates, making no attempt to secure any for herself. She slumped her chin onto her hand and played idely with a lock of her black hair, already, it appeared, sick of her new school.
"Monique," called the bushy haired girl across the table. "Why aren't you eating?" Monique let a critical eye survey the girl's face, and then she shrugged.
"If your worried that the food is bad, don't." Added the orange haired girl.
"I am not, I am sure it is simply delightful. However, I was given a large meal before I came here and I am simply not hungry, thank you." Monique informed them, her tone one that would have been used by6 their potions teacher. Hermione looked taken aback but said nothing more and continued to eat, and Ginny followed her lead. For their silence, Monique was thankful, and she allowed herself to drift into her own thoughts.
'To think I had been angry when father had sent me to Vietsvar instead of here. What I would give to be back there, instead of stuck in this old place, with all of these...strange....people. And what about that last name? Es? Why are they so intent to keep my true family in the dark? All of a sudden father wants me at Hogwarts, with the dark Lord's return and all, which is understandable, but why the secrecy?' Monique jerked back to reality when a hand was placed on her shoulder. Quickly glancing about her showed Monique that she had dozed off, and everyone had left. Beside her stood McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore.
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"Monique, you missed the way to the Gryffindor common room, and the password.." her father said in a gentle, un-Snape like tone. "Professor McGonagall is your head of house, and will show you there." Monique blinked her tired eyes several tmes and then looked at McGonagall, who gave her a smile.
"Come with me." She said, and her father nodded for her to obey. Slowly Monique got to her feet and hugged him tightly, for only a brief moment. Then she followed McGonagall from the hall. Once they had left the large room, the older woman began to talk to Monique.
"Remember, Monique, that very few students that pass through Hogwarts take a liking to your father, and you must act like you, too, dislike him Especially now that you are a Gryffindor." She reminded her as the two made their way up a flight of stairs. "And try not to say anything that would give your parentage, or knowledge of the Order of the Pheonix and he-who-must-no-be-named's doings, away. Do you understand?" McGonagall asked her. They now stood in front of a painting of a rather fat woman in a pink dress. Monique regarded the picture before answering the question.
"Entirely, Professor McGonagall." She replied, and smiled warmly.
"Okay then, the password is QUAFFLE. I will see you tomorrow." With this, McGonagall turned on her heel and strode quickly away, Monique watching after her. She hadn't noticed that the portrait had swung to reveal the entrance to the Gryffindor common room until the fat woman gave a small cough that caused her to jump. Silently, Monique clambered into the hole, and to the cozy room behind it, where she found few students still awake after their large meal. A small meow issued from near her feet, and Monique looked down at the face of her calico persian cat, lovingly dubbed Flop. Reaching down to pick him up, she let our a tired sigh, and followed Lavander Brown up to the girl's dormitories.
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The next day dawned brightly, and cascades of new light fell onto Monique's four poster bed near the window. Sleepily she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow, attempting a few more minutes of sleep as her long haired feline pestered her wantingly.
"Flop, go away!" She moaned, shoving him down toward her feet roughly.
"Monique!" A semi-familiar voice hissed from her bedside. "Monique, wake up or you'll be late!" The girl pulled open the hangings and revealed herself as the same fluffy haired girl from the table. Monique pushed a few strands of hair from her face and looked at her while clearing her throat.
"Eh....late for what, may I ask?" She managed eventually to croak, sitting up and again shoving her cat away.
"Breakfast, and your first class!" The other girl said good-naturedly with a grin. Monique moaned again.
"It is true then, I am at Hogwarts." she muttered to herself, throwing her covers off of herself and stretching.
"Oh! I'm Hermione Granger, by the way." Fluffy-hair introduced, blushing. Monique swung her feet off of the bed and stood.
"Pleased, Hermione." She replied sincerely. "I am famished. We were served breakfast in bed in Vietsvar."
"Well, you get ready and I'll meet you in the common room. We can walk down to the great hall together, okay?" Hermione suggested, and the friendly offer sounded good to Monique, who smiled.
"Okay, thank you!'
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Monique pulled her hair back in a large, heavy bun and smoothed her robes gently as she looked in the mirror. If not for her hazel eyes, more refined (but still similarly hooked) nose, and much tidier appearance, she would be her father inside and out. This point bothered her slightly, but she brushed it off and picked up her schoolbag, ready to meet Hermione. As she headed downstairs, Flop scurried at her heels happily. In the common room, she saw Hermione standing with Harry Potter and the readheaded boy, waiting for her. She started across the room to them, feeling a bit more sociable then she had the previous evening.
"Hello." She greeted them all cheerfully. The two boys returned the nicety, and appeared a bit uncomfortale.
"I'm Monique Sevaria Sn-I mean, Es. I know that your Harry Potter..." she pointed with one well manicured nail "...but..." she now directed it to the red head "...I am afraid I missed your name."
"Ron Weasly." He sputtered, before gathering his head. Monique's eyes sparkled.
"Pleased." She answered. Hermione had picked up Flop and was petting his silk-like, well groomed fur as he purred.
"Are we going to eat, or what?" Piped Harry, who shoved his glasses back up his nose.
"Yes, lets." Agreed Monique, who was still starving from her lack of a meal he night before. Hermione set Flop in the chair beside Crookshanks, and adjusted her bag on her shoulder as the other three started off.
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The portrait hole swung open, and the four teenagers walked unhurridly through the corridors, feeling quite relaxed about their first day.
"So Monique, which job are you planning on pursuing?" Hermione asked as they rounded a corner. Monique thought a moment, and let her eyes roam the unfamiliar scenery, then, she answered.
"Well, because I got perfect O.W.L.s, and because my family is pretty involved----uh----well, I would like to be an auror." Monique relinquished the information after correcting herself, and noticed as Harry's interest was piqued.. "However, I am not sure what my dad will think."
"Who's your dad? Why would he care?" Harry wondered aloud. Monique's mind raced for an answer, and she blurted the first thing that came to her.
"Well, uh, he's a...muggle. My mums dead, and he doesn't want me to get into anything dangerous, he's afraid of losing me." She lied. Clearly they all believed her, and the subject drifted away from her family, to her relief.
"Harry wants to be an auror." Ron commented as the group came upon the Great Hall. Monique looked over at the green-eyed boy and smiled, her expression friendly and helpful.
"It is a goal we can work towards together then, right Harry?" She mused warmly. Harry nodded.
"I guess." He replied as they entered the crowded room.
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They made their way to the Gryffindor table, and sat down together. The food before them all smelled delicious and Monique helped herself to some eggs and a piece of toast.
"Transfiguration first." Ron managed through a rather large helping of french toast. Transfiguration was one of the classes Ron had not dropped, which most noteably included potions and divination. Hermione, Harry, and Monique hadn't dropped more than a class each, and were now facing N.E.W.T. level classes, including potions.
"Yeah, better than potions straight off." Commented Harry, looking glumly at Ron, whose company he would miss during the long classes in the dungeons.
"What is so wrong with potions?" Monique questioned, playing dumb as best she could. "I particularly enjoyed it in Vietsvar." Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, and laughed.
"Do you see the black haired man at the staff table, on the right side of Dumbledore?" Harry inquired, pointing at her father.
"Of course. Why do you ask?" Monique prodded, watching Snape as he talked to the headmaster.
"He's the potions teacher, Professor Snape." Hermione informed her, buttering a muffin methodically and talking very nonchalant.
"And he's a royal git." Ron added for good measure. Monique supressed the urge to hit him, remembering McGonagall's words of advice.
"Thank you for the warning." She croaked instead, immediatly submerging herself in her goblet of orange juice to end the conversation.
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Monique found difficulty concentrating in turning her raven into a cat and back again with Ron's words ringing in her head. Given that she and her father had drifted apart since she had begun at Vietsvar, they were still the only family the other had left, and both held a sort of protective air over the other. She watched somberly as her raven become a black-feathered tabby, and tightened her grip on her holly and dragon heartstring wand with frustration. At Vietsvar, she never lost her head in this manner! Next to her, Hermione's raven quickly became a meowing gray feline, causing another surge of anger to well up inside Monique. To be shown up by a muggle was unacceptable, especially when you came from the bloodline of the Snapes! Clearing her head finally, she gave a beautiful flick of her wand, issuing the words "etonmento prefelinous!" and her large bird became a much larger, fat orange tomcat, whose sides hung over the desk.
"Finally!" She muttered under her breath, as her three new found friends came to look.
"Good at transfiguration." Whispered Ron, causing Monique to blush. She hated to be complimented, and her level of transfiguration training had been a bit farther along than that of Hogwarts. She was no better than them, just a little more learned.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, back to your places!" barked Professor McGonagall. Reluctantly, all three did as they were told, as McGonagall came to Monique's desk, lookinga t her cat as he licked one big paw.
"Change him back now, Miss Es." The teacher commanded as she looked down through her square glasses. Biting her lip, Monique again waved the wand and said the incantation backwards, much relieved as the raven returned to it's origional form. Letting out a sigh, she turned to McGonagall and smiled.
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"Wow Monique, your really not bad at transfiguration." Hermione commented as they left McGonagall's classroom. Ron and Harry murmured their agreement from behind them.
"Well, I'm not all that good. We just studied a bit ahead at Vietsvar, thats all." Monique countered in an attempt to draw the attention away from herself.
"Why did you go to Vietsvar, and then suddenly decide to transfer here, with your dad being a muggle an' all?" Ron asked. Monique responded calmly, if not truthfully.
"Well, just because my dads a muggle doesn't mean I'm the only witch in the family. My aunt Angie was a witch too. She got me into Vietsvar and paid my tuition, because she saw my magical potential, and lived in Germany at the time. Then, after the return of the Dark Lord, she pulled some plugs to get me in here, you know, because it had Dumbledore and such." She answered.
"The Dark Lord..?" Harry repeated, "Why do you call him that?" He turned his intense gaze on Monique, causing her to feel a bit uncomfortable.
"It is just the phrase I was raised hearing." She said with a shrug, attempting to drop the matter.
"The phrase you were raised hearing? Where?" Pressed Harry, who made a point just then of waving his arm about aimlessly, unintentionally hitting a third year harshly in the face. Monique rolled her eyes. His questions were grating on her nerves.
"Vietsvar, Aunt Angie's husband, Germany in general." She told him, casting him an unnerving stare equal to any used by Severus Snape. Hermione placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and silently told Harry to let the topic go, her eyebrows bunching above her nose.
"Well, Monique and I have ancient runes. Best be off!" She informed the boys while quickly changing the uncomfortable focus of the conversation.
"Uh...yeah....see you later." Ron muttered. Harry and Monique exchanged another icy look and Monique followed Hermione as she headed upstairs.
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A/N Well that was chapter one. Sorry it took so long for me to get up, I was away at a journalism conference for the past week. Look for Chapter 2: Double Snapes soon!
"...Snape's hard expression faltered only a moment between pride and shock, and then he quickly became the greasy potions teacher once again.
"I figure that desrves 5-points to Gryffindor." He concluded...."
THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS! (2 total)
Maggie: Well here's more to read. Hope you enjoy. Thank you for being reviewer number 1!
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HARRY POTTER AND THE SACRED SOUL OF VIETSVAR
By: Mrs.Perve
Chapter 1New Beginnings
The Great Hall fell silent after the sorting of 'Zelliar, Lisa' to Ravenclaw and Professor McGonagall stepped forward again, leaving the sorting hat and stool in place for an oddly long time.
"Lastly tonight, we will be sorting a transfer student from the private German school Vietsvar, Monique Es." She informed them as she cleared her throat. "She will be joining the same class as those of you who are 6th years, and I hope you will all make her feel welcome." Raven haired and slightly tallow skinned, Monique came forward to the stool as she had seen the others do, and placed the sorting hat atop her dark locks, worn down and cascading past her back to the middle of her butt. Her face was serious and bored, giving little clue about her thoughts and feelings at the time.
"Such a shame Dumbledore said you are not to be placed in Slytherin. There would be your best home. But no, Dumbledore said and I must abide..." muttered a small voice inside Monique's mind.
"Get on with it." Monique thought a bit harshly, and the hat did as she asked.
"Yes, yes, then you will go to---- Gryffindor!" The hat roared. Exasperated and slightly annoyed, Monique ripped it from her head and made her way to the Gryffindor table, the occupants of which were cheering. Rolling her light hazel eyes, she took an empty chair across from Ginny Weasley between Ron and Neville. Ginny smiled at her.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, and Gryffindor!" She piped cheerfully. Monique nodded in acknowledgement of the orange haired girl, and cast a glance at the staff table. Her father returned her look and tipped his head towards her, before Dumbledore rose to greet them all, and welcome them for another great year at Hogwarts. Monique tuned him out and returned her attentions to the people at the table. There were several who appeared to be her age, including both the round faced and red headed boys she sat between, a black boy a bit to her right, the sandy blonde haired boy beside him, a couple of girls that made Monique frown as they giggled, and across the table was a slightly bushy haired girl. Then of course there was Harry Potter, obvious as he sat beside the red haired boy on Monique's left. A rather assorted bunch she had to admit, and quite unlike her friends at Vietsvar.
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She continued to regard her peers as they began to pile the newly appeared food onto their plates, making no attempt to secure any for herself. She slumped her chin onto her hand and played idely with a lock of her black hair, already, it appeared, sick of her new school.
"Monique," called the bushy haired girl across the table. "Why aren't you eating?" Monique let a critical eye survey the girl's face, and then she shrugged.
"If your worried that the food is bad, don't." Added the orange haired girl.
"I am not, I am sure it is simply delightful. However, I was given a large meal before I came here and I am simply not hungry, thank you." Monique informed them, her tone one that would have been used by6 their potions teacher. Hermione looked taken aback but said nothing more and continued to eat, and Ginny followed her lead. For their silence, Monique was thankful, and she allowed herself to drift into her own thoughts.
'To think I had been angry when father had sent me to Vietsvar instead of here. What I would give to be back there, instead of stuck in this old place, with all of these...strange....people. And what about that last name? Es? Why are they so intent to keep my true family in the dark? All of a sudden father wants me at Hogwarts, with the dark Lord's return and all, which is understandable, but why the secrecy?' Monique jerked back to reality when a hand was placed on her shoulder. Quickly glancing about her showed Monique that she had dozed off, and everyone had left. Beside her stood McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore.
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"Monique, you missed the way to the Gryffindor common room, and the password.." her father said in a gentle, un-Snape like tone. "Professor McGonagall is your head of house, and will show you there." Monique blinked her tired eyes several tmes and then looked at McGonagall, who gave her a smile.
"Come with me." She said, and her father nodded for her to obey. Slowly Monique got to her feet and hugged him tightly, for only a brief moment. Then she followed McGonagall from the hall. Once they had left the large room, the older woman began to talk to Monique.
"Remember, Monique, that very few students that pass through Hogwarts take a liking to your father, and you must act like you, too, dislike him Especially now that you are a Gryffindor." She reminded her as the two made their way up a flight of stairs. "And try not to say anything that would give your parentage, or knowledge of the Order of the Pheonix and he-who-must-no-be-named's doings, away. Do you understand?" McGonagall asked her. They now stood in front of a painting of a rather fat woman in a pink dress. Monique regarded the picture before answering the question.
"Entirely, Professor McGonagall." She replied, and smiled warmly.
"Okay then, the password is QUAFFLE. I will see you tomorrow." With this, McGonagall turned on her heel and strode quickly away, Monique watching after her. She hadn't noticed that the portrait had swung to reveal the entrance to the Gryffindor common room until the fat woman gave a small cough that caused her to jump. Silently, Monique clambered into the hole, and to the cozy room behind it, where she found few students still awake after their large meal. A small meow issued from near her feet, and Monique looked down at the face of her calico persian cat, lovingly dubbed Flop. Reaching down to pick him up, she let our a tired sigh, and followed Lavander Brown up to the girl's dormitories.
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The next day dawned brightly, and cascades of new light fell onto Monique's four poster bed near the window. Sleepily she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow, attempting a few more minutes of sleep as her long haired feline pestered her wantingly.
"Flop, go away!" She moaned, shoving him down toward her feet roughly.
"Monique!" A semi-familiar voice hissed from her bedside. "Monique, wake up or you'll be late!" The girl pulled open the hangings and revealed herself as the same fluffy haired girl from the table. Monique pushed a few strands of hair from her face and looked at her while clearing her throat.
"Eh....late for what, may I ask?" She managed eventually to croak, sitting up and again shoving her cat away.
"Breakfast, and your first class!" The other girl said good-naturedly with a grin. Monique moaned again.
"It is true then, I am at Hogwarts." she muttered to herself, throwing her covers off of herself and stretching.
"Oh! I'm Hermione Granger, by the way." Fluffy-hair introduced, blushing. Monique swung her feet off of the bed and stood.
"Pleased, Hermione." She replied sincerely. "I am famished. We were served breakfast in bed in Vietsvar."
"Well, you get ready and I'll meet you in the common room. We can walk down to the great hall together, okay?" Hermione suggested, and the friendly offer sounded good to Monique, who smiled.
"Okay, thank you!'
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Monique pulled her hair back in a large, heavy bun and smoothed her robes gently as she looked in the mirror. If not for her hazel eyes, more refined (but still similarly hooked) nose, and much tidier appearance, she would be her father inside and out. This point bothered her slightly, but she brushed it off and picked up her schoolbag, ready to meet Hermione. As she headed downstairs, Flop scurried at her heels happily. In the common room, she saw Hermione standing with Harry Potter and the readheaded boy, waiting for her. She started across the room to them, feeling a bit more sociable then she had the previous evening.
"Hello." She greeted them all cheerfully. The two boys returned the nicety, and appeared a bit uncomfortale.
"I'm Monique Sevaria Sn-I mean, Es. I know that your Harry Potter..." she pointed with one well manicured nail "...but..." she now directed it to the red head "...I am afraid I missed your name."
"Ron Weasly." He sputtered, before gathering his head. Monique's eyes sparkled.
"Pleased." She answered. Hermione had picked up Flop and was petting his silk-like, well groomed fur as he purred.
"Are we going to eat, or what?" Piped Harry, who shoved his glasses back up his nose.
"Yes, lets." Agreed Monique, who was still starving from her lack of a meal he night before. Hermione set Flop in the chair beside Crookshanks, and adjusted her bag on her shoulder as the other three started off.
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The portrait hole swung open, and the four teenagers walked unhurridly through the corridors, feeling quite relaxed about their first day.
"So Monique, which job are you planning on pursuing?" Hermione asked as they rounded a corner. Monique thought a moment, and let her eyes roam the unfamiliar scenery, then, she answered.
"Well, because I got perfect O.W.L.s, and because my family is pretty involved----uh----well, I would like to be an auror." Monique relinquished the information after correcting herself, and noticed as Harry's interest was piqued.. "However, I am not sure what my dad will think."
"Who's your dad? Why would he care?" Harry wondered aloud. Monique's mind raced for an answer, and she blurted the first thing that came to her.
"Well, uh, he's a...muggle. My mums dead, and he doesn't want me to get into anything dangerous, he's afraid of losing me." She lied. Clearly they all believed her, and the subject drifted away from her family, to her relief.
"Harry wants to be an auror." Ron commented as the group came upon the Great Hall. Monique looked over at the green-eyed boy and smiled, her expression friendly and helpful.
"It is a goal we can work towards together then, right Harry?" She mused warmly. Harry nodded.
"I guess." He replied as they entered the crowded room.
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They made their way to the Gryffindor table, and sat down together. The food before them all smelled delicious and Monique helped herself to some eggs and a piece of toast.
"Transfiguration first." Ron managed through a rather large helping of french toast. Transfiguration was one of the classes Ron had not dropped, which most noteably included potions and divination. Hermione, Harry, and Monique hadn't dropped more than a class each, and were now facing N.E.W.T. level classes, including potions.
"Yeah, better than potions straight off." Commented Harry, looking glumly at Ron, whose company he would miss during the long classes in the dungeons.
"What is so wrong with potions?" Monique questioned, playing dumb as best she could. "I particularly enjoyed it in Vietsvar." Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, and laughed.
"Do you see the black haired man at the staff table, on the right side of Dumbledore?" Harry inquired, pointing at her father.
"Of course. Why do you ask?" Monique prodded, watching Snape as he talked to the headmaster.
"He's the potions teacher, Professor Snape." Hermione informed her, buttering a muffin methodically and talking very nonchalant.
"And he's a royal git." Ron added for good measure. Monique supressed the urge to hit him, remembering McGonagall's words of advice.
"Thank you for the warning." She croaked instead, immediatly submerging herself in her goblet of orange juice to end the conversation.
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Monique found difficulty concentrating in turning her raven into a cat and back again with Ron's words ringing in her head. Given that she and her father had drifted apart since she had begun at Vietsvar, they were still the only family the other had left, and both held a sort of protective air over the other. She watched somberly as her raven become a black-feathered tabby, and tightened her grip on her holly and dragon heartstring wand with frustration. At Vietsvar, she never lost her head in this manner! Next to her, Hermione's raven quickly became a meowing gray feline, causing another surge of anger to well up inside Monique. To be shown up by a muggle was unacceptable, especially when you came from the bloodline of the Snapes! Clearing her head finally, she gave a beautiful flick of her wand, issuing the words "etonmento prefelinous!" and her large bird became a much larger, fat orange tomcat, whose sides hung over the desk.
"Finally!" She muttered under her breath, as her three new found friends came to look.
"Good at transfiguration." Whispered Ron, causing Monique to blush. She hated to be complimented, and her level of transfiguration training had been a bit farther along than that of Hogwarts. She was no better than them, just a little more learned.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, back to your places!" barked Professor McGonagall. Reluctantly, all three did as they were told, as McGonagall came to Monique's desk, lookinga t her cat as he licked one big paw.
"Change him back now, Miss Es." The teacher commanded as she looked down through her square glasses. Biting her lip, Monique again waved the wand and said the incantation backwards, much relieved as the raven returned to it's origional form. Letting out a sigh, she turned to McGonagall and smiled.
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"Wow Monique, your really not bad at transfiguration." Hermione commented as they left McGonagall's classroom. Ron and Harry murmured their agreement from behind them.
"Well, I'm not all that good. We just studied a bit ahead at Vietsvar, thats all." Monique countered in an attempt to draw the attention away from herself.
"Why did you go to Vietsvar, and then suddenly decide to transfer here, with your dad being a muggle an' all?" Ron asked. Monique responded calmly, if not truthfully.
"Well, just because my dads a muggle doesn't mean I'm the only witch in the family. My aunt Angie was a witch too. She got me into Vietsvar and paid my tuition, because she saw my magical potential, and lived in Germany at the time. Then, after the return of the Dark Lord, she pulled some plugs to get me in here, you know, because it had Dumbledore and such." She answered.
"The Dark Lord..?" Harry repeated, "Why do you call him that?" He turned his intense gaze on Monique, causing her to feel a bit uncomfortable.
"It is just the phrase I was raised hearing." She said with a shrug, attempting to drop the matter.
"The phrase you were raised hearing? Where?" Pressed Harry, who made a point just then of waving his arm about aimlessly, unintentionally hitting a third year harshly in the face. Monique rolled her eyes. His questions were grating on her nerves.
"Vietsvar, Aunt Angie's husband, Germany in general." She told him, casting him an unnerving stare equal to any used by Severus Snape. Hermione placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and silently told Harry to let the topic go, her eyebrows bunching above her nose.
"Well, Monique and I have ancient runes. Best be off!" She informed the boys while quickly changing the uncomfortable focus of the conversation.
"Uh...yeah....see you later." Ron muttered. Harry and Monique exchanged another icy look and Monique followed Hermione as she headed upstairs.
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A/N Well that was chapter one. Sorry it took so long for me to get up, I was away at a journalism conference for the past week. Look for Chapter 2: Double Snapes soon!
"...Snape's hard expression faltered only a moment between pride and shock, and then he quickly became the greasy potions teacher once again.
"I figure that desrves 5-points to Gryffindor." He concluded...."
THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS! (2 total)
Maggie: Well here's more to read. Hope you enjoy. Thank you for being reviewer number 1!
She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named: Look I spelled it right. Here's another chappie for you!
