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Lady Voldermort
Chapter One: Riddle
Everyone sat down at their house tables. It was the beginning of another year at Hogwarts. Dumbledore stood in front of the head table. The first years had already been sorted. He smiled, now for the surprise. He cleared his throat and everyone quieted.
"Another year has begun. We welcome all of our first years, but now we must welcome one other. Today we admit another student. A transfer student from a school in America. A fifth year. She will be sorted into a house as one of our students." He turned towards Professor McGonagall as she stepped forward.
"Casy Riddle.: Everyone watched as a girl walked up through the tables. She was tall and thin with long black hair that fell down to her knees. The candle light reflected in a blue sheen on her hair. She was very pale with striking red lips and the most vivid green eyes anyone there had ever seen. Her eyes were half open and her face showed no emotion. Under her robes the boys could tell she had one heck of a figure. She was gorgeous.
Casy Riddle sat on the stool and the hat was put on her head. It wasn't even half a second when the hat shouted out her house, "SLYTHERINE!" She got up and sat at her table. Without another word spoken, but an applause started by Dumbledore, the feast began. One good looking Slytherine boy tried to sit by Casy who had isolated herself from the rest of the table.
"Don't even sit down. Go away." The boy froze. Her voice was emotionless and it unnerved him. She didn't even look at him. He hurriedly went away to whisper to others. A girl said just loud enough for a boy two down and across from Casy to hear, "She acts just like Serverus." His head jerked up and he looked at Casy. She looked like she didn't want to be here at all. For the rest of the meal, he watched her. As they walked to their common room, he watched her. No one else had ever been compared to him, Serverus Snape.
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Casy had been at school for a while now. It was almost Christmas break. Professor Twit, the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, was assigning them group projects. They'd have to work together over the holiday. Casy was looking out the window at the sky when her name was called.
"Riddle, Casy and Snape, Serverus." She turned and stared at him for a while before looking back out the window. He was the boy who kept watching her. She didn't mind, he meant no harm. For some odd reason, she really didn't mind, where as she would have "commented" if it had been anyone else. It was strange, but for some reason she trusted him and that made her uneasy. She bent her head and gave a smile that was on the ptyalin side of puny.
Serverus's eyes got big. Maybe no one else had been watching Casy, but as always, he was. She'd actually looked at him, then she gave a small smile! He'd wanted to know what she was thinking. Casy never smiled. This was going to be an interesting vacation.
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Casy walked down to the dungeons cutting Herbology class. When she walked in, Serverus looked up from his papers. They both had decided to cut. For a while they just stared at one another. Then Casy moved to sit in a chair by the fire. They just sat there. Casy watching the flames roll in the fire, Serverus watching the light play across her face. Then she spoke.
"Right to the point. If we are going to do this project, then we are going to have to go to each others houses. I'm probably not going to be able to leave mine, so would it be a problem if we did it at my house?" Now she was looking him straight in the eye. He just stared back.
"That's probably the best. I'd have a hard time getting permission for you to come over." She nodded. Serverus returned to his work as she watched him. Casy looked at his paper. An essay for Defense Against Dark Arts that had to be eight inches long. His was twelve and still going with tiny handwriting. She smiled.
"Aren't you an odd one. Knowing so much about this type of thing. " He looked up and smiled at her.
"Yours is two and a half feet long with handwriting as small as mine if I am correct. No more odd that you I suppose." They laughed; something that neither was used to. Yes, she tought, what an interesting project this will be.