Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Harry Potter series (i wish i did though, i'd be fuckin' rich! sigh) Nakasha is mine though... all mine!
Chapter 1
"Gryffindor!" the Gryffindor table burst into applause as its new member approached the table. Then everyone's gaze fell to the last person left to be sorted. She didn't look like a first year.
"Ahem!" Again everyone's attention turned, now to look at Dumbledore as he spoke again. "I have the honor of presenting a new transfer student to you. I hope you will be kind enough to except her to show her what a wonderful place this is. Now, on with the sorting."
Professor McGonagall turned back around to face the students and read the last name, "Nakasha Ravenna." Slowly the girl approached the stool. She looked so… creepy. Her eyes are lined with heavy black lines which went out a little far into an Egyptian style. Her hair was red but seemed to have a black sheen to it. Between her brows was a red
bindi. Her lips perfectly colored in with black. Her skin was in complete contrast with her clothing and makeup, looking so white, so cold. Her robes were elegant, the border embroidered with sliver vines. As she walked she seemed to glide across the floor.
Everyone stared at her in wonder as she walked towards the front. Finally she was a meter from the stool. "Slytherin!" Professor McGonagall turned to look at Dumbledore for a sign for what she should do. The girl hadn't even sat on the stool yet and the hat was already putting her into a house?
Nakasha didn't seem to be confused in the slightest as she swiftly changed direction and walked her slow walk to the Slytherin table. There was no applause as everyone stared at her, then at the hat, completely baffled by what just happened. She found her way to a small space at the table and sat down, her head bowed.
"Everyone! Now before we begin our feast there are the usual announcements…" he went on talking but hardly anyone was listening. How evil and powerful must this girl be that that would happen? Who was she? Where did she come from?
After about a minute, Nakasha tired of everyone's attention and pulled up her hood. If it weren't for her extravagant robes one would think her a Death Eater or Dementor. Hours seemed to pass to her as Dumbledore droned on. Finally she saw the food appear on the table. Great…, she thought, now all I have to do is wait through their meal and I can get to my room filled with other girls. Remind me why I left. Suddenly she felt someone approaching her. Great now they're talking to me.
"Pansy, move over." A smooth, yet demanding voice caught in her ears.
"Of course Draco."
Draco didn't care for her response and would have sat even if he was denied permission. "So… Ravenna is it?" Nakasha took a deep breath and removed her hood. She didn't object to conversation just as long as it was interesting, not irritating.
"Yes. And you're Malfoy are you not?" A joking smile crossed his face at her words.
"Yes. I see I have an admirer."
"Don't be so conceited. It doesn't fit your looks." She returned his smirk and gave him a raised brow.
"Aw… now there's no reason to be mean. That was quite a show. How'd you do that?"
"I walked up, was sorted, then walked over to this table, and here we are. No tricks, no magic."
"Well done. Only proves how worthy you are to be in this house. Allow me to officially welcome you to Slytherin."
"And who are you to be giving out official welcomes?"
"Why I am a Malfoy. That's all I need." Her smirk widened a little, almost a smile. Almost.
"Clever. I thought this place would be boring, but with you here it ought to be quite interesting. You seem gullible."
"Do I?"
Why isn't he upset? This is Pansy thinking by the way. He usually gets totally fumed if anyone insults him in any way!
"No. You seem awfully kind for a Malfoy. Are you defected?"
His teeth clenched, his face reddened, he stood, then popped. "WHAT! HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME!" He then calmly sat down and proceeded to looking charming again. Until of course he rolled his eyes when he saw Professor McGonagall striding up the isle.
"Mr. Malfoy! Please refrain from any boisterous conversation; I am sure it was quite unnecessary for you too speak so. Now, please go back to your meal… quietly." She gave him a final glare and strode back up the isle, with Malfoy childishly mimicking her behind her back.
"Anyway, back to our conversation." He said stiffening up and straightening his robes, "Was that Malfoy enough for you?"
A light chuckle escaped her throat. "Yes. Quite Malfoy-worthy. Now if you'll excuse me you have very rudely interrupted my dinner."
"Oh, yes madam. I do apologize for any inconveniences I may have caused you. Enjoy your dinner."
"I thank you. You may leave now."
"Thank you madam. Au revoir." He gave a slight (but still very fake) bow, and departed.
"What the hell was that Draco?"
"What? Do you have a problem with the way I act Blaise?"
"No. But that sure as hell wasn't anything like you."
"Thank you for informing me that I have violated the bounds of my normal frame of action."
He's acting weird, don't talk to him, maybe he'll feel better later… yeah… he'll be back to normal later. Zabini stared at him with concern, until Malfoy met his gaze with a glare.
"Did you see that? That was scary."
"Yeah, that was pretty weird. The sorting hat thing was weird enough but what was with Malfoy shouting at her then bowing to her?"
"Ron please only put portions that fit in your mouth?"
"Oh shut up Hermione. It was weird but I still think it was scary." Ron said accenting his statement by stuffing an even larger pile of potatoes into his mouth depriving himself of the ability to close his mouth.
"Yeah, and he bowed to her. I don't get the bowing thing but there's definitely something suspicious about him bowing to her. Maybe she's a Death Eater too! Maybe she's a really accomplished one, one that's really close to Voldemorte," Ron emitted a shutter as usual, "Or maybe, just maybe, she gives him his orders from him." Harry stared at Nakasha suspiciously over Hermione's shoulders. Hermione gave him a good better view when she lowered her head into her hands.
"Harry, Voldemorte is a very powerful wizard with a lot of very precise plans that I doubt he would entrust into a child's hands. I'm not saying that I doubt Malfoy's desire to be a Death Eater, but I do doubt that he's eligible at his age."
"Hermione! You saw him at Borgin and Burkes! He had to have shown him his mark! What else would make him so frightened?"
"Harry, I understand your suspicion I just don't thinks it's possible for Malfoy to be a Death Eater." She rolled her eyes as she spotted Ron shovel another mountain of food into his mouth. "Seriously Ron! You are not a troll! Eat with some dignity!"
Harry tuned out their stupid argument and continued staring at Nakasha. Who the hell is she? Why did Malfoy yell at her and then bow to her! How has he gotten passed all the security with a Dark Mark? What the hell is he planning? Harry's thoughts were interrupted for a moment when Nakasha turned straight around and looked him in the eyes. Nothing passed through his mind; it was completely empty, as he swam in the darkness of her eyes. Her eyes consumed him, their dark depths engulfing him, till everything was black.
"HARRY! HARRY! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
"Yes, Potter! Are you alright? What made you faint this time? The floating candles? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"SHUT UP MALFOY!"
"AND WHAT IS A MERE WEASLE GOING TO DO? HUH? VOMIT MORE SLUGS? PATHETIC! Come Nakasha, we can always watch the next time he faints."
Harry's eyes fluttered open; he saw the blurry outline of Hermione (mainly just her frizzy mane of hair) above him and Ron next to him. His vision wasn't clearing. "Where are my glasses?" His voice sounded raspy and he felt like he'd just screamed at the top of his lungs for hours.
Suddenly Ron backed up a bit as someone came forward, they were completely dark. The person bent down, kneeling on the floor by his face, and reached for his face. He felt the temples of his glasses slide against the sides of his face as everything cleared. He was suddenly back where he was, enveloped in the deep darkness of Nakasha's eyes.
"You're weak, you know that?" She stood and walked away with the waiting Malfoy. Harry watched them as they walked away, and continued to stare at the spot they once occupied when the crowd around him filed into the gap they left behind.
Hermione and Ron were talking to him but it wasn't making sense, he didn't really care what they were saying. What the hell was that?
"They expect him to beat Voldemorte?" An apple hovered carelessly above her hand as Nakasha stared at it unmoving.
"Yes. He's a complete prat. Can't even pass his courses with descent grades and he's expected to save the world! Pathetic." Draco's quill scratched away frantically, even as he talked, in an attempt to get all the information out of his mind before it stopped from lack of caring for the subject.
"Hmm…" the apple burst into flame, her hand fell limp at the wrist as she gazed lazily about the room, "how dull. It's so quiet here."
"Well here the noise must be made by talking, there aren't any rows of screaming provided daily for our listening pleasure."
"Awww… how do you live? Actually I kind of like it better at home. Something's missing here."
"The blood?"
"Well yes, but I'm not sure that's it."
"Not sure? So it could be the blood?"
"Yes, it could be but I can't figure out why I would miss that place."
"Maybe you miss your father."
"Have any possible suggestions?" Draco looked up from his paper, an evil look in his eye.
"Yes, yes I do. But I like having my head attached to my shoulders, so I'm gonna let you figure it out for yourself."
"I can always just look into your head. You're pathetic when it comes to blocking."
"True, but that would be too easy for you."
"Whatever. Play your stupid games. You bore me. Tell me does Pansy scream very loud?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Just answer me!" He looked up at her in wonder and slight concern (for her not Pansy.)
"Yes, she does. Just tap her on the shoulder and she moans like she's having an orgasm."
"Funny. Well night, night. Don't let any unwanted succuba molest you."
As soon as the door shut behind her, a shiver took control of him. "Fuck she's creepy."
"Who, other than Ms. Granger, can tell me who to soothe an Artic Shrieking Butterfly?"
Defense Against the Dark Arts, once Harry's favorite class. Snape managed to make the class so horrible even Hermione sat staring at the boarded window, twirling her hair.
Harry, being used to ignoring every word from Snape's mouth, was concentrating with all his might. Who is she? What is she? Why would Malfoy yell at her then bow? Maybe he got mad and yelled then she reminded him he's lower than her in Voldemorte's Death Eater system or something. Merlin, this is too fucking hard! Wish Hermione were thinking on this too. Why doesn't she believe me? Why does she think that Draco being a Death Eater is impossible? It's not! Like Voldemorte would care about his age. Maybe he's just using him as a decoy. If he really doesn't trust young people to do the important things then maybe it isn't important! Maybe it's just a distraction! But all the same I have to stop him! It has to be bad enough that Malfoy would believe it to be a real mission; otherwise he wouldn't be even talking about it. 'Course the stupid prat will gloat about anything that'll get him attention.
"FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, MR. POTTER." Harry finally looked up and paid attention to Snape. "For neglecting to realize that the fantasy in your head is less important than reality. Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can completely ignore your professors. Do not forget that your grades do make an impact on your future position in life. Now—"Snape's voice again was drowned out by all his thoughts.
How does Nakasha fit into his plot? His mind froze along with the rest of his body. The image of her eyes filling his head, burned into his memory. Nothing was real, time, space, nothing, all that was there to him were her eyes. Mentally he again swam in the darkness of her irises.
"HARRY!" He blinked back to reality. "Harry class is over."
"Um, right, right. Thanks 'Mione." He quickly shoved his things back into his bag and hurried out of the classroom.
Lunch. Harry sat staring at the back of Nakasha's head completely ignoring the argument carried on by Ron and Hermione. Usually he'd stop them, just so they wouldn't start throwing food at each other (which they were now doing) but he didn't care. This was something he couldn't figure out, something of utmost importance. What could they be doing?
"HARRY!" Harry blinked himself back from the blackness that engulfed him to reality. Goddamn it.
"What was it this time Potter? Food too hot?"
"SHUT IT MALFOY!"
"Weasel, haven't you given up by now? At least Potty here has enough brains to think of a lame come back, but you… you just stand there stuttering like an idiot, then lash out physically like the moronic brut that you are."
"Malfoy just shut up! Ron don't hit him it'll only prove him right."
"Sad you need her to point that out for you."
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID PRAT! YOU ONLY IRRITATE PEOPLE WHEN YOU SPEAK! BE CONCISE! BE BRIEF SOMETIMES! THERE'S NO NEED TO SAY EVERY FUCKING THING THAT POPS INTO YOUR HEAD! YOU BORE EASILY!" Hermione turned back around to face Harry, and search for his glasses.
"I have to agree with her Draco on some accounts. You do tend to talk excessively. Of course all arguments are usually worthless. Like this one." Everyone stared at Nakasha. This was the first time anyone other than Draco or Pansy had ever heard her speak. She looked around at the staring crowd. "Yes I speak, and wear a lot of black. That doesn't make me much different from any of you so stop staring." Frightened, many looked away.
But some kept staring. Harry for example. She had done it again. His head throbbed from hitting the floor. He felt… strange, yet the feeling was familiar. He couldn't place it, but he didn't like it.
Again his glasses where missing. He saw Hermione looking around for them. Then she looked up at the crowd around him. "If you're all just going to stand there at least help to find his glasses." Many began to leave.
"Draco I thought you said she was a 'smarty-pants-know-it-all,' yet she seems so stupid." Hermione just stared at her in wonder. She's blunt. "Accio Harry Potter's glasses." In a blur of black his bulky, plastic glasses shot out from under the table and into her hand. "Get up."
Glaring, Harry stood slowly, pain coursing through his skull. He regained his balance and put out his hand. She dropped his glasses into his hand without even grazing his hand and turned to leave, Draco behind her smiling contentedly.
"She scares me." Harry continued to watch them leave the Hall.
"Now that," Hermione said turning to him, "is something I can agree with."
AN: please review,I submitted this reluctantly, but eventually broke in with much pestering from friends (who have never read anything I've written) so whether or not I'm crap... that's up to you. Be as mean as you want as long as it has a point (nice things are excepted as well though.)