Glory in Your Shadow
Chapter: 4
Classes and Confrontations
Summary: When you first arrive at Hogwarts, you're sorted into the house that you belong in, right? Not quite. What if you were sorted into the wrong House, not by accident, but by choice. What if the fate of the wizarding world rested on that very lie? And every lie you told after it. What if telling the truth could send countless innocent people to an early death? Well there's something lurking around Hogwarts. Or should I say, someone? Someone with a really big secret. And a really important purpose. Besides; you know the rhythm: "I spy, with my little eye."
Authors Note: I am not J. K Rowling. That's already pretty obvious. I do not own any of the characters, except for the original ones that I've made up. Yeah, I know, I know, Obvious. And in conclusion I'd also like to state that contrary to popular belief, I am not God... Though I do think you all should worship me.
The sky was dull, still gray from the rain the night before. It swirled and twirled into a sea of gray hues and white highs. It smelled like rain. So much so that if you stood outside long enough, your head would start throb. Throb to beat of your heart if you were lucky. And you knew that you were lucky when you could hear your heart and head beat to the sound of the singing birds. And, oh those birds sang. They sang from within their nest, trying to escape the last of the rain drops left on the fertile leaves.
The sound of foot steps could of been heard from a mile away. Students running from there Houses to the Great Hall then back to their Houses once more for the school books that the inevitably had forgotten. If they were lucky they would make it to class in time and avoid a harsh scolding and a very long lecture about punctuality. And if the heavens shone down on them, they wouldn't get House points deducted.
One of those particular students rushing around the school like a dog chasing it's tail was Ron. Ronald Weasely to be exact. A ginger headed boy, with pants far too short for his long legs. He ran down the Grand Stair Case with a mighty force and sprinted down the now empty corridors. He ran and ran and ran, his shadow passing the gray walls and disturbing the photos that they rested. Ron ran until he finally meet the bane of his existence. The Potions Room door.
"Oh, blimey...I'm late." the boy whispered.
He looked at stone door. It was gray and scratched. Most likely from the students having to be pulled from the brackets to be forced to enter the class. Ron shivered. Just the thought of that class sent sparks up his spine. Ron took a large breath and tried to psych himself up. It didn't work. He meekly grabbed the icy handle of the door and turned it clock wise. The door opened. It opened to reveal the same dingy classroom he'd come to know over the years. Small, dark, disturbing...Yup, those were good words to describe that classroom, not to mention the teacher. Speaking of eerily disturbing educators.
"Why, hello Mr.Weasley. I am so please that you've decided to grace us with your extremely tardy presence." Snape, a man with an abnormally large nose and extremely greasy hair, said shortly.
"Sorry Professor." the red-headed boy murmured as he pushed his way through throngs of students to get to his seat.
"Miss. Fletcher would please inform Mr. Weasely as to what were doing today." the man's slimy voice spat.
"You have to concoct a Swelling Solution." the spoke vaguely as she stirred the contents within her cauldron. "Not that you'll get it right." she murmured as her pale hand reached out for another ingredient.
The Slytherin's burst out into a fit of laughter, while the Gryffindors just sent dirty looks their way. Professor Snape looked utterly amused.
"Alright, students, settle down." he said, trying to suppress a grin.
"Swelling Solution, hmm..I should swell her." the Ron boy murmured under his breath. The Gryffindors besides him chuckled.
"You know, she's got a point Ron. You really are rather daft when it comes to potions" the bushy haired girl beside him whispered.
"That's not the point Hermione." he insisted only to get a chuckle out of his other friend beside him.
"Shut up, Harry." he whined as he elbowed the frail boy in his ribs to an "Ow" in response.
"Ok fine. What is the point, Ron." the girl asked patiently.
"I don't know. She's just so...dodgy." he stated shaking his head.
"Dodgy? Well, yeah, I guess she is a bit off color." Hermione agreed.
"Off color? No, she isn't just off color, she's...strange" his friends shook their hands in agreement.
"I mean think about it. One minute she's nice and the next she's an evil Slytherin." Ron insisted.
"Well, I don't think she's entirely evil, Ron." Harry said.
"Harry what about what she said to you last night." He sounded shocked.
"She apologized Ron and she seemed honest about it." Hermione urged.
"Yeah, Ron. Hermione's right. Dodgy, yeah, confusing, absolutely, but evil, I'm not so sure." the dark haired boy reasoned.
"Whatever...I think her whole family's evil." Ron murmured.
"Now you're being ridiculous." the Hermione-girl breathed.
"Hermione! Her dad tried to hex mine!" he said in outrage.
"Well, that makes sense." Harry muttered.
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Sinopa- Thank you sooo much for reviewing. I am so happy that you liked it. I don't know. I don't think that they'll be any romance, but you never know! It's only my fourth chapter so I may change my mind.
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