"After much deliberation we find the defendant, Jill Remus Black, guilty for consorting with an agent of the Dark Lord."
Sabine sat up and gasped, panting and shaking like a leaf. Seconds later Remus sat up and immediately wrapped his arms around her.
"My-my dream-" she tried to explain to him but he cut her off by kissing her softly, then hugging her tightly as he whispered with his cheek on top of her head.
"I know, I felt it. Your anguish, your fear."
But how? How did he know? I didn't see him in my dream, I don't think anyway.
"Werewolves are psychic, that's how I knew about your dream." He whispered to her, knowing her thoughts.
Was this a vision of things yet to come or was this just a fear of mine? I hope it does not come to pass, but why would it? How would it?
"It's gonna be fine darlin," Remus said sleepily as he fell backwards, still holding Sabine tightly.
"I promise you, it'll be okay now go to sleep." Remus began to hum a familiar tune in her ear and whisper sweet nothings until he felt Sabine fall asleep and he soon went out after her.
"I have come to my decision. Jill Remus Black shall be in...Slytherin."
There was silence for a moment while people thought about what was said then the group at the Slytherin table cheered and Jill sighed. The other groups clapped politely and in the back ground a man in black robes stood and clapped triumphantly, a smirk along his gaunt face.
The list went on and on until the name Harry Potter came up everyone around the room started mumuring to their neighbors as the boy walked up and sat on the stool. The room was deadly silent until the hat exclaimed,
"Not Slytherin eh! You'd do well in Slytherin. No? Allright then. Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table roared and Harry Potter ran down to the table and sat down with the table patting him on the back and cheering loudly. The other tables clapped politely except for the Slytherin table, they had just been insulted by a pip-squeak of a first year.
The man in black robes clapped politely but inside he was seething.
How dare that child deny the Slytherin? How insulting? Oh well it's just as well I would have had to deal with that little bastard son of the bastard Potter, James Potter and his mudblood wife.
The list went on and on, boring the man in black robes to no end. He heard Malfoy and smiled when it was followed by a Slytherin. Lucius will be proud to hear that. The man shivered visibly, he hated that man.
When the man heard the name Weasley he rolled his eyes. Another one? I could have sworn I had made a potion once in my youth that could have prevented all that, all those...things
He looked over at his table, the Slytherin table, and stole the eyes of the newest first year girl. She was little, very small and so skinny it was if she hadn't eaten a good meal in weeks.
Her hair was a raven black and it looked silky to the touch, her face was pale but with a bit more color than his own paled skin so she had at least been able to go outside at her home.
Her eyes were a piercing gray, the depths, of which he had never seen in such a young child's eyes, nearly drowned him. He had seen eyes like this once before, only in a different color.
The eyes he had seen once before were a lovely brown, they belonged to a woman he loved very much but he was sure it had to have been a coincidence. He was pulled out of his thought when the Headmaster said his last words and the food appeared.
He took one last look at the girl whose back was now turned to him and he vowed to find out if she was who he thought she was.
Black wasn't that common a name.
Jill started eating when the food appeared, she hadn't realized how hungry she was and then she remembered that she hadn't eaten much of anything since very early that morning.
While she ate she began to wonder who the man was that clapped so thoroughly for her when she sat at the Slytherin table. Why had he done that? Most people would have just watched her sit down, she was a Black after-all. One of the most hated and revered pure blood families.
Who was that man?
He looked so, menacing at first but then as he and I locked eyes I felt a deep inner...kindness. He seems familiar, like I have seen him somewhere or in a picture. I wonder who he could be?
As the man in black robes was about to leave the Great Hall early to retire he was called aside by his colleague, McGonagall. As he and
McGonagall left the room he looked back at the Slytherin table once more, watching the girl just sitting there, not eating, deep in thought.
It can't be that common a name, could that really be her daughter?