Now, to my wonderful (but not nearly as wonderful as me laughs arrogantly) reviewers:
SiNgSoNg24: Now I can't tell you the answer to either one of those questions!!! laughs evilly Though some of it may be revealed in this chapter. It's foreshadowing! Those questions are supposed to pop up! What can I say? And you're waiting! YOU STILL ARE!!! LIAR!!! points suspiciously WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT?!?! I feel so betrayed...
DaLuver: Yeah, yeah. More action. I know. I just had to add those things in there!! Its important! Are you STILL skipping down the mountain?
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Amanda: I KNOW I NEED MORE ACTION!! AND THAT IS WHAT YOU GET! If one more person tells me that I will sick my army of rabid squirrels on every single one of them! ahem Anyway, happy ya like it. I'll try to keep updating fast for ya!
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Is Blaise a girl or boy? Who cares? He's a boy in my story! Could anyone provide a good description of him?
On with my wonderful story! (I really do boost my own ego here!)
"Hey there, Professor. Headed towards the Grand Hall?" Rory asked, as she saw the familiar dramatically billowing black robe. "Yes, I am, Aurora," Snape answered uncomfortably. Ever since the whole ordeal at the prison and him confessing his fear of heights, Kel and Sirius had constantly teased Snape about his phobia. However, Rory had been most understanding about it and hadn't said another word about it. Snape, however, was freaking out that people knew what he was afraid of, but remained civil to Rory.
"Would you mind terribly if I joined you?" Rory asked politely. "Err...fine," Snape answered apprehensively. 'He's acting strange...' Then again this WAS Snape, the STRANGEST professor in Hogwarts, and that was really saying something. On the other hand, Snape was just scary and intimidating, and there was Trelawney...old hag...
I've cried a river for you to swim,
to let you know the state we're in.
I've dreamt a vision for you to see,
he's dreamt a vision for us to see,
that the night is the only worthy key,
that night is the worthy key...
(and the sound of silent cries
is heard throughout the skies.)
The loud pandemonium of the students in the hall was overwhelming. Rory glided in the door to the Gryffindor table, separating from Professor Snape. She looked around and saw a spot of flaming long red hair. 'Ginny!' An empty space occupied the seat next to her, so Rory walked down the aisle, people clearing the way for this peculiar girl, guys gazing at her lustfully, but she remained solemn.
"Hey, Gin," Rory called, bored sounding. Ginny jumped slightly, startled. "Oh! Hey Rory! What's up?" "Just the usual. Where are Firecrotch and Pothead?" Rory replied monotonously. "They're not here yet. Said they needed to make a 'grand entrance.' How pathetic." Rory simply nodded and sat down beside her.
Once the commotion had settled, Rory glanced across the hall at the Slytherin table. Zabini and Malfoy sat side-by-side talking animatedly, while Monica added in occasionally. For a moment, Monica looked up and their eyes met, Monica throwing Rory a small smile and Rory receiving it with a nod. Monica now had orange high lights and finger nail polish to match. She looked over, farther down the table and saw Parkinson, puffed up and far away from 'Drakie-poo.' With Monica back and at Malfoy's side once again, Parkinson must have been thrown aside like the whore she was. Perhaps this could be used to her advantage...
I have seen Heaven's sleep,
We have felt Heaven's sleep,
and I've watched the angels weep,
our God hath made us weep
they are slaves of fear and pain
(that is ruled by a god insane).
She watched them a bit more, until finally she was startled out of her thoughts by the doors swinging open, revealing a certain Weasel and Scarface. The entire hall grew silent until... "MR. POTTER! MR. WEASLEY! Sit down immediately!" McGonagall was obviously not impressed by their 'greatness.' Rory glanced at McGonagall and smirked at her, just as McGonagall smiled at her as the hall snickered as the 'Golden duo' walked, embarrassed, back to their seats.
Those two pompous asses trying to improve their reputations when they have not even SEEN war, and other innocent soldiers have died on the battle field.
Dumbledore took his place on the podium and calmed the crowd down. "Quiet now! Quiet now!" A hush fell over the room. "Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! In this year's staff is Professor Severus Snape, teaching Potions, Minerva McGonagall, teaching Arithmaticy, Hagrid, teaching care of Magical Creatures, Professor Trelawney, teaching Divination, Professor Sprout, Professor Filch, and the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher is Professor Rikka Rogers!" A thin woman with dark brown hair and lime green high lights and tan skin stood up, her face ecstatic. She wore a pink and blue striped tank top under a gray half-zipped jacket with torn blue jeans. She had really poofy bright orange earrings, baby blue high heels, pigtails in her hair (one was higher than the other), one blue scrunchie, one hot pink, orange plastic bracelets, and a silver necklace with a star in the middle. "Would you like to say anything, professor?" She skipped over to the podium. "I have been reported to St. Mungo's many times. Beware. I am fairly insane." With that she left the stage grinning and went to go sit at the faculty table again. This left most of the student population wide eyed and mouths agape. The new STRANGEST teacher in Hogwarts. Rory however was relieved. 'Finally, someone NORMAL!'
I know that the night will save us all,
O Lucifer, O Morningstar...
as long we praise the dragons call,
How we praise your ancient fall.
After the first years had been sorted, thirty-eight went to Slytherin, twenty-nine to Hufflepuff, thirty-seven to Ravenclaw, and forty- one to Gryffindor. Then Dumbledore announced the Heads and Prefects.
"Head Boy is Slytherin's Draco Malfoy!" Dumbledore yelled over the air of anticipation. Large amounts of applause erupted from the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables as Draco walked up to the stage. "Head Girl is Gryffindor's Aurora!" No applause followed. The much-expected 'Hermione Granger' did not come. Rory stood up and walked slowly to the front. She stood by Dumbledore's side as he informed them of the particulars. They were of course wondering why this wild looking girl was in the place of the know-it-all bookworm. "AKA Hermione Granger and The Silver Knight, and also Dawn, and Rory to those close to her." Everyone looked around and whispered, looking at this transformed girl.
"Onto the prefects! Blaise Zabini from Slytherin, Virginia Weasley from Gryffindor, Smoke from Hufflepuff, and Lance Kelly from Ravenclaw!" Each of the prefects stood up and went to the front to stand beside the Heads and Dumbledore. "Hey there Mudblood," Malfoy spat malevolently. "Good to see you too, Ferret."
"Aurora," Zabini sneered, emphasizing the use of her full name. "Zabini," Rory replied, just as hateful. There was an intense moment of them glaring at one another, until it was at last broken by Dumbledore ushering them back to their seats.
Eternal seems the time,
but the only true love will remain,
and darkness shall rise up to Heaven
to embrace the last, final prayer...
Cause the grace of His word once spoken
is now shattered by a promise broken.
After the feast, Dumbledore summoned them all. He led the prefects upstairs to the prefect common room and told them the password, 'Wingardium Leviosa.' He seemed to be using spells as passwords this year. Then he took off with the two heads in tow. (a/n two heads? WHERE'S THEIR BODIES?!) He took them to the Astrology Tower, confusing the two seventh years. What could possibly be in the Astrology Tower. He stopped at its base, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Avada Kedavra!" he said clearly. Malfoy gasped at the utterance of dark magic from the Headmaster, but Rory remained silent. The ordinary wall scraped out of the way sluggishly to reveal a large common room of black and silver.
With black plush carpet and overstuffed black leather recliners and sofas, the room had a dark feel to it, but it was lightened by the shimmering silver cloth draping from the ceiling and the two stained desks and bookshelf. Overall, it was enormous, bigger than the Gryffindor common room. Both Rory and Malfoy raced in separate directions up the stairs, which split in two different directions half way up. Hermione ran away from Malfoy, Malfoy raced to see his quarters. Dumbledore chuckled and left, the wall sliding back in place behind him.
Rory swung open the door to her room and glanced inside. 'Perfect.' The room was based off of her favorite color, silver. Her four poster bed was draped in a ebony comforter, with a glistening silver curtain swallowing her bed. It was dimly lit and had a slightly romantic feel to it. The floor was cold stone, and there was a cherry oak dresser in the corner. Her things had previously been moved in. She had her black and silver electric guitar in the corner, next to her crimson drum set. A bass guitar sat in its case next to the dresser. A large silver sound system, charmed to work inside Hogwarts, sat on top of an entertainment system adjacent to her bed. It softly played Draconus.
The war will come,
apocalyptic storms of a tortured silence
as God oppresses His last, final soul...
and eternal seems the time,
but the only true love will remain,
and darkness shall rise up to Heaven
to embrace the last, final prayer...
So deny God's light and His words spoken...
We regain Heaven and crush His skull wide open
Yeah, it was a bit bleak, but she could identify with the song. A previous encounter with a certain someone led her to rediscover this. She left it blaring and laid down on her bed. She heard a soft click and looked up, there Draco was standing in her doorway. "Mudblood, what's going on between you and Blaise? I've seen the way you look at him. You don't even look at ME that way," he said getting down to business immediately.
Rory glanced at him wary from her bed. "Nothing. Its just...nothing..." "No! You are going to tell me what it is! He's my best friend and I want to know!" Malfoy yelled. Rory sighed, "Fine. I'll tell you. Its just that we've had some previous encounters in which he used me and I used him and somehow we both got hurt." "And that makes loads of sense," Malfoy replied sarcastically. "Its complicated. He just kind of betrayed me," Rory answered. "Why don't you just tell me?!" Malfoy yelled angrily. "Why do you want to know?!" she retorted. "Does it matter?!" "Yes...fine...I'll just tell you, but you can't tell a soul or I WILL kill you, not even Blaise. You'll just bug me 'til I do, I suppose," Rory countered. "Deal."
I've cried a river for you to swim,
to let you know the state we're in.
I've sent a message throughout the stars,
he's sent a message throughout the stars,
for His kingdom is full of scars.
God's kingdom is full of scars.
I am Lucifer, the angel of light,
he is Lucifer, O Lucifer...
come with me and love the night!
"Well, Blaise and I, we were in love, or at least pretended to be for our own sakes. And yes we could use each other," she said glaring sharply at Draco's mouth ready to interrupt. "Then I started to actually fall in love with him. I loved everything about him. His smile, his laugh, his jokes, his eyes, well you get the point. But as it would seem, he didn't feel anything for me whatsoever. He was an incredibly good actor. He kept up the charade to the last minute. Yeah, he dumped me right after his parents found someone new and better. Little manwhore. Now we just hate one another. He's just upset I didn't take him back. And I kinda killed his brother. Don't get why he's still mad over that. It was just his brother, and the one he didn't like at that. Otherwise he really wouldn't care how much I hated him." She glanced at Draco. "Happy?" He looked at her wide-eyed. "Good. Now get the hell outta my room and don't you even think about bringing this up, 'cause it will bring nothing good out of both me and Blaise."
And legions of angels out from Heaven fly...
Oh, how they soar above the mountains high.
"Blaise," Ginny whispered as she pushed the slightly ajar door open more and looked inside. She gasped as she looked inside to see him looking at a picture frame, and although she couldn't see the picture, she knew it was someone he must have loved and lost. Tears were gathered at the brims of his eyes. He quickly looked up and hid the frame beneath the pillow and tried to clear his voice of tears. "W-what do you want, Ginny?" he asked, trying to brighten his voice. "Ummm...Malfoy stopped by and told me to give this to you," she replied handing him his prefect's badge. "Uhh...thanks Ginny." He said as she walked out the door, and shut it softly. Ginny moved to the side of his door and leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down until she reached the floor. That was the same exact way she herself looked at the picture of Keith, her ex. She had dumped him for his best friend and then went crawling back to him after she was dumped. Keith, however, refused to take her back, and she never got over what she had missed. Her eyes blurred with tears at just the thought. Ginny sniffed slightly and got up. She would never let and opportunity like that pass her by again.
I am the Light...
That Leads to Darkness
I am the Night...
Behold Pandemonium, Behold Pandemonium.
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