And here is-Chapter 3!


Chapter Three
Voldemort

Ashley looked over to where her sister was sitting, on the other side of the hall. Ariel was talking to a boy with messy black hair and a girl with short curly-brown hair. Ashley figured she should at least try to fit in with the rest of the people at the table, so she began talking to a boy with bleach-blond hair who was sitting next to her.

Harry was talking to the new girl at the table, Ariel. "So, where exactly are you from?" He asked her.

"I live in New York during holidays," Ariel replied. "We never really figured out what state our school is in."

"That's kind of what it's like here," Hermione said, "We don't exactly know where the school is on a map, but we know it's in England."

"Is It any different in America than here? I mean your school?" Ron Asked her.

"A lot," Ariel replied simply.

"How, I mean, I always thought that all Witchcraft Schools were about the same," Harry asked.

"Well, we didn't have houses for one thing," Ariel told them. "We were separated by out ages and families and things like that." Ariel continued to tell them how the schools were different, as the rest of the first years were sorted.

Ashley turned to the bleach-blond sitting next to her. She looked him over for a few minutes. She guessed he was in his Seventh year because of how the younger students listened to every word he said. She also guessed he was a pure-blood, something that in America was a very rare thing. He turned to her,"Hi."

"Hello," Ashley replied.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, everyone calls me Malfoy."

"I'm Ashley," She replied as the last first year was sorted and the food appeared on the platters in front of them. They began to fill their plates and eat.

"I'm guessing you're a pure-blood," Malfoy pointed out, "that's one of the only ways to get into Slytherin."

"Yes I am," Ashley told him.

"Finally another girl in this House," the girl sitting across from Malfoy said. "I'm Pansy Parkinson."

"Nice to meet you," Ashley said.

"Malfoy, Where are Crabbe and Goyle?" Pansy asked him.

"They're parents wouldn't let them back because of all the things in the paper over the summer," Draco told her.

"What was in the paper?" Ashley asked, figuring that if she was going to be living here for the year then she might as well be interested in what was happening.

"Just things," Pansy said, being extremely vague on the subject.

"Have you ever heard of the Dark Lord?" Draco asked her.

"Voldemort?" Ashley said. Everyone within earshot flinched.

"Yes," Malfoy replied. He was the only one who didn't flinch. "He is gaining power again, and in The Daily Prophet, they said he was spotted near the school."

"Are you trying to scare her?" Pansy asked him.

"He can't get into the school, there are sensors everywhere, he would get caught," Ashley said.

"How did you know about that?" Malfoy hissed to her.

"The Headmaster at our school told us before we left," Ashley replied.

"No one is supposed to know about them," Malfoy whispered to her, "Dumbledore wants everyone to think that it isn't safe because then they will be more careful and he doesn't want anyone to sneak out of the school and get caught."

"I won't tell anyone " Ashley told him.

Ariel looked at her sister, who was talking to a guy with bleach-blond hair and a girl with long brown hair. "Is that your sister?" Harry asked her.

"Yeah," Ariel replied.

"Why is she talking to Malfoy?" Ron said.

"Who?" Ariel asked looking confused.

"Draco Malfoy," Hermione told her, "His father was a Death Eater, but he's in Azkaban, and he lives with his mother."

"He's one of the biggest ass holes in this school," Ron told her, and Hermione gave him an evil glance. "What," he said defensively," It's true."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you have to point it out every five seconds," Hermione said.

"Ignore them," Harry told Ariel, " They fight like this all the time."

"Are they related?" Ariel asked, already thinking it was a stupid question.

"No," Harry replied, as Hermione and Ron continued arguing, "They act like it though, don't they?"

"Yeah," Ariel replied, remembering something that the Professor Dellhigh had told her and her sister before leaving. "Do you know the entire Voldemort story?"

Hermione and Ron stopped arguing and Harry looked at her with a look of astonishment. "You said his name," he said, as though it was imposable for someone to say the name. "You're the third person I've ever heard say his name."

"Sorry," Ariel said.

"It's okay, I just didn't think anyone from America knew the stories." Harry told her.

"I only know one..." Ariel said, "The one with you."

"Oh," Harry said, sounding disappointed.

"What's wrong?" Ariel asked.

"I just hoped that at least someone in the Wizard world didn't know that story."

"Chances of that are pretty slim, you're known as a hero," Ariel told him.

"That's what I hate," Harry replied.


...and there is chapter 3...spell checked and all

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