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AN: this is the first of two stories... hopefully I will finish this one and be able to put up the second one. Welcome to the first chapter of OF MAGIC
CHAPTER 1 KICK OFF THE YEAR WITH A NEW SNAKE
Harry's POV
Everything is so much darker seeming since last spring. The summer had barely been tolerable because the Dursleys had left me alone. The three weeks at the Burrow hadn't made anything better; they only served to shove the truth down my throat. I once again had lost my loving family, once again because said family was trying to save me. My curse it seems is to destroy everyone who loves me and everyday I mourn his death. Every time I see a large black dog my heart aches. Every night in my dreams I see Sirius fall through the veil and hear Belletrix's laughter.
The train ride was unusually somber. Ron and Hermione made their prefect rounds while Ginny, Luna, and Neville sat quietly in the compartment. The silence was strained and uncomfortable, both in here and out among the other students. The entire student body felt the fear creeping into their hearts, I could tell. After the attack on the ministry, Fudge had been force to admit the truth. Now everyone knows Voldemort is alive and gathering power. Only Dumbledore and myself know that my destiny is to face him one on one; one of us must die in that final confrontation.
I sit now between Ron and Collin in the great hall. Ron touches my arm and as I look up he points toward the first years. Standing among them is a young woman, about our age, striding regally with them. She is perfection. Her hair is ebony dark and her skin pale cream. Even from here I can see dark emerald green eyes shinning at the hall. Her lips are almost aglow in the candle light. I am enchanted, as if looking upon a Veela; I'm being poetic.
By the time I realize Hermione is speaking to me the first years are done being sorted. I hear Professor McGonagal say that a sixth year student from Beuxbaton's still needed to be sorted. "De-Winter, Cassandra," was called up to the stool. I watch her glide to the stool with her head held high and set the sorting hat on her head. I begin to pray she is placed in Griffindor. As the silence stretches, I cross my fingers. Her vibrant eyes lock with mine across the vast hall and my heart flutters. Suddenly the hat speaks, "Slytherin," it yells and my world momentarily goes black.
When my shock passes I watch her tread silently past the first through fifth year Slytherin's. She stops right next to Malfoy. They smile and she takes the seat Malfoy forced Parkinson to leave only moments before. I hated Draco Malfoy in the instant more than any other living being on the earth; for a second I hated him more than I hate Voldemort.
Herminone pulls my attention back to the headmaster's speech as it ends. The feast began and I barely ate. Halfway through the meal Faulks swooped by and dropped a note for me. The headmaster wanted to see me after the feast tonight. He even gave me the password to his office. The note combusted after I read it. Could this night get any worse?
Draco's POV
Cassandra De-Winter was a goddess, that's the only word I can find. As we spoke of pleasant nothings I studied her. Her hair was so dark it seemed to absorb the light around her, while radiating an aura of power. Her eyes seemed to look through my soul and their jade depths had me drowning it emotions I didn't even know I still had. Her voice was gentler than phoenix song. I wanted to be everything her gaze said I could be. Before the meal was through I asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes.
I escorted her to the Slytherin dungeons after the feast. She asked me where the private rooms were and I had to tell her I didn't know. Professor Snape showed up moments later and took her off. After she had left my mind began to ponder the mysteries her presence created. Why does she have her own room? Father couldn't even get that for me. Why had she been wearing pale blue silk gloves throughout the evening? Why did she transfer? I'll find out tomorrow.
Hermione's POV
Ron and I said goodbye to Harry before leaving with the first years. We had offered to go with, leaving the task to Ginny and Collin, but Harry waved us off saying that Dumbledore wanted to see him alone. I hope that whatever Dumbledore has to tell him will cheer him up. He's been so depressed since our ministry raid. I'm scared that we're losing the Harry we know and love.
When I had seen Harry starring at De-Winter, I had prayed she's end up in Griffindor. I could have seen such positive results had she entered his life. Instead I watched her leave the hall on Malfoy's arm. This is going to be a long year.
FLASHBACK-15 YEARS AGO
"Thank you for coming Professor Dumbledore," said the soft female voice of a woman in her early twenties.
"Not to worry. Now what can I do for you Cecelia?" replied the venerated headmaster of Hogwart School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"It's Sandy... The night Voldemort was vanquished by Harry Potter, my little angel screamed nonstop for about an hour. The only thing we saw was a small mark on her chest, but it didn't concern me too much until I heard about the form of Harry Potter's scar. The mark on Sandy sounds identical to his scar."
Albus momentarily looked startled, "Show me the child."
"This way," she led him up a flight of stairs to a nursery. Their footsteps echoed in the vast ancient home. Cecelia placed her finger to her lips in a motion to stay quiet and then opened the door soundlessly. The young mediwitch and ancient headmaster stepped into the dimly lit cheerful nursery. The young mother lifted her daughter's sleeping shirt to reveal a small lightning bolt shaped mark over her heart. The one year old shivered slightly from the air, but didn't wake as her mother pulled the shirt down and covered her with the blanket.
Cecelia ushered Albus back into the hall and after a few steps from the door turned to him and asked, "What do you think Professor?"
"I think your daughter may play a vital role in the future. I believe that mark may indicate a connection to either Harry or Tom, but I can't even guess which."
"She can't be connected to that... that monster. Please professor, tell me she's linked to Potter, not Voldemort," Her whisper was a cracking almost sob.
"I wish I could Cecelia, I wish I could. Your daughter has already displayed aspects of being a mage. That makes it nearly impossible to divine her future. Just raise her well and with love, that's the only advice I can give." His voice was filled with kindness and understanding. They had been walking toward the door as they spoke.
"We will, just make sure you help the Aurors put Fernzin in Azkaban so that his influence can't hurt her. He killed his own daughter; I don't want to even guess what he'd do to her if he found out about the connection she may have." Cecelia shuddered in fear.
"I promise, goodnight Cecelia, and remember if you ever need anything from me, I'm here."
She gave him a watery smile, "Thank you, goodnight professor."
AN: this is the first of two stories... hopefully I will finish this one and be able to put up the second one. Welcome to the first chapter of OF MAGIC
CHAPTER 1 KICK OFF THE YEAR WITH A NEW SNAKE
Harry's POV
Everything is so much darker seeming since last spring. The summer had barely been tolerable because the Dursleys had left me alone. The three weeks at the Burrow hadn't made anything better; they only served to shove the truth down my throat. I once again had lost my loving family, once again because said family was trying to save me. My curse it seems is to destroy everyone who loves me and everyday I mourn his death. Every time I see a large black dog my heart aches. Every night in my dreams I see Sirius fall through the veil and hear Belletrix's laughter.
The train ride was unusually somber. Ron and Hermione made their prefect rounds while Ginny, Luna, and Neville sat quietly in the compartment. The silence was strained and uncomfortable, both in here and out among the other students. The entire student body felt the fear creeping into their hearts, I could tell. After the attack on the ministry, Fudge had been force to admit the truth. Now everyone knows Voldemort is alive and gathering power. Only Dumbledore and myself know that my destiny is to face him one on one; one of us must die in that final confrontation.
I sit now between Ron and Collin in the great hall. Ron touches my arm and as I look up he points toward the first years. Standing among them is a young woman, about our age, striding regally with them. She is perfection. Her hair is ebony dark and her skin pale cream. Even from here I can see dark emerald green eyes shinning at the hall. Her lips are almost aglow in the candle light. I am enchanted, as if looking upon a Veela; I'm being poetic.
By the time I realize Hermione is speaking to me the first years are done being sorted. I hear Professor McGonagal say that a sixth year student from Beuxbaton's still needed to be sorted. "De-Winter, Cassandra," was called up to the stool. I watch her glide to the stool with her head held high and set the sorting hat on her head. I begin to pray she is placed in Griffindor. As the silence stretches, I cross my fingers. Her vibrant eyes lock with mine across the vast hall and my heart flutters. Suddenly the hat speaks, "Slytherin," it yells and my world momentarily goes black.
When my shock passes I watch her tread silently past the first through fifth year Slytherin's. She stops right next to Malfoy. They smile and she takes the seat Malfoy forced Parkinson to leave only moments before. I hated Draco Malfoy in the instant more than any other living being on the earth; for a second I hated him more than I hate Voldemort.
Herminone pulls my attention back to the headmaster's speech as it ends. The feast began and I barely ate. Halfway through the meal Faulks swooped by and dropped a note for me. The headmaster wanted to see me after the feast tonight. He even gave me the password to his office. The note combusted after I read it. Could this night get any worse?
Draco's POV
Cassandra De-Winter was a goddess, that's the only word I can find. As we spoke of pleasant nothings I studied her. Her hair was so dark it seemed to absorb the light around her, while radiating an aura of power. Her eyes seemed to look through my soul and their jade depths had me drowning it emotions I didn't even know I still had. Her voice was gentler than phoenix song. I wanted to be everything her gaze said I could be. Before the meal was through I asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes.
I escorted her to the Slytherin dungeons after the feast. She asked me where the private rooms were and I had to tell her I didn't know. Professor Snape showed up moments later and took her off. After she had left my mind began to ponder the mysteries her presence created. Why does she have her own room? Father couldn't even get that for me. Why had she been wearing pale blue silk gloves throughout the evening? Why did she transfer? I'll find out tomorrow.
Hermione's POV
Ron and I said goodbye to Harry before leaving with the first years. We had offered to go with, leaving the task to Ginny and Collin, but Harry waved us off saying that Dumbledore wanted to see him alone. I hope that whatever Dumbledore has to tell him will cheer him up. He's been so depressed since our ministry raid. I'm scared that we're losing the Harry we know and love.
When I had seen Harry starring at De-Winter, I had prayed she's end up in Griffindor. I could have seen such positive results had she entered his life. Instead I watched her leave the hall on Malfoy's arm. This is going to be a long year.
FLASHBACK-15 YEARS AGO
"Thank you for coming Professor Dumbledore," said the soft female voice of a woman in her early twenties.
"Not to worry. Now what can I do for you Cecelia?" replied the venerated headmaster of Hogwart School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"It's Sandy... The night Voldemort was vanquished by Harry Potter, my little angel screamed nonstop for about an hour. The only thing we saw was a small mark on her chest, but it didn't concern me too much until I heard about the form of Harry Potter's scar. The mark on Sandy sounds identical to his scar."
Albus momentarily looked startled, "Show me the child."
"This way," she led him up a flight of stairs to a nursery. Their footsteps echoed in the vast ancient home. Cecelia placed her finger to her lips in a motion to stay quiet and then opened the door soundlessly. The young mediwitch and ancient headmaster stepped into the dimly lit cheerful nursery. The young mother lifted her daughter's sleeping shirt to reveal a small lightning bolt shaped mark over her heart. The one year old shivered slightly from the air, but didn't wake as her mother pulled the shirt down and covered her with the blanket.
Cecelia ushered Albus back into the hall and after a few steps from the door turned to him and asked, "What do you think Professor?"
"I think your daughter may play a vital role in the future. I believe that mark may indicate a connection to either Harry or Tom, but I can't even guess which."
"She can't be connected to that... that monster. Please professor, tell me she's linked to Potter, not Voldemort," Her whisper was a cracking almost sob.
"I wish I could Cecelia, I wish I could. Your daughter has already displayed aspects of being a mage. That makes it nearly impossible to divine her future. Just raise her well and with love, that's the only advice I can give." His voice was filled with kindness and understanding. They had been walking toward the door as they spoke.
"We will, just make sure you help the Aurors put Fernzin in Azkaban so that his influence can't hurt her. He killed his own daughter; I don't want to even guess what he'd do to her if he found out about the connection she may have." Cecelia shuddered in fear.
"I promise, goodnight Cecelia, and remember if you ever need anything from me, I'm here."
She gave him a watery smile, "Thank you, goodnight professor."