Chapter three: Yellow and Blue
Harry smirked to himself has he walked, head held high. His mind wondering to what his mother was doing at this moment, while he himself was changing the course of history. The silence was quite amusing really, and the look of sheer shock on everyone's face as he neared his table. Though had he given the Gryffindor table a second glance he would have noticed his 'sister' making a b line for him.
"Just who the hell are you." She snapped pointing her wand at his face, peaceful emerald turning a rash violet. And she really been so arrogant as to challenge an unknown foe. For all she knew, he could have been Merlin himself and here she was challenging him. Or at least it would have been a threat if Harry's own wand hadn't been pointing at her face as well, the action not seen by most.
"That woman, and the hat told you just who the hell I am didn't they?" Harry sneered at her, his hatred seething from him. And though his eyes never left his sister, he could feel the pull of magic pointing at him from two other sources. His parents actually had they wand trained on him. But Harry didn't care, his only concern at the moment was his sister, the one that took away his life.
"My brother died three years ago," Haley snapped still pointing her wand at him. "Drown at our summer house." His sister said in a hollow voice, her dazzling hazel eyes seeming to shimmer with tears for a second before they were wiped away. The news of such causing the sky above to ripple with lightning as Harry wheeled around with his wand pointed at his ex parents. His ex mother in open tears now.
"DROWN!" Harry raged causing the enchanted roof above to explode with lightning. "I BLOODY DROWNED?" Harry screamed dropping the book on the table and walking over to his parents. His mother shaking now, and his father leaping over the table to stand in front of him. Along with several other wands now pointed at him, the whole of the Gryffindor table and most of the teachers. But such as every coin has two sides, the entire Slytherin table had their wands pointed at the high table, led by Draco. And the Ravenclaw table with their wands on the Gyffindors. Leaving Harry and his father alone in the middle of the hall.
"Who are you. Really." The man said his voice chilled over, which to his surprise and Harry's utter boredom had zero effect on him.
"Harry James Potter." Harry spat disgusted. "Has far as you know, but to the people that were actually with me through my childhood. I'm Harry Jamison Lestrange-Black. Mr. Black or Mr. Lestrange will well enough for you Mr. Potter." Harry answered his eyes still dark as he glared at the man. Both of which were ready to throw hexes when a female voice jumped into the fray.
"Mr. Lestrange, if you would be so kind as to sit down now. We still have students to sort." A rather attractive woman said from the high table, bright yellow eyes looking into his own. The bronze eagle on her robes alerting Harry that was indeed his head of house. And his proper manners taking effect before he even knew it.
'"Yes, ma'am." He said politely and stowing his wand away, no longer paying attention to the carbon copy of himself has he turned his back. Grabbing the book from its resting place and pushing past his sister to sit at the far end of the table. Smiling meekly at the Asian girl across from him who smiled back just as meek.
Lily potter was in shambles. Her eldest son had just walked back into her life, just when she had given up hope that she would never hear from him again. She would need to set up an appointment to meet him and try to make up for lost time, and hopefully have him ready to protect his sister when the time came. But for now she just watched him smiling at a girl across from him, while her husband and daughter returned to their sits. Her emerald eyes turning into madam Hooch.
"Thank you for saving my son." She said softly, not sure just what James might have done to the boy. And to her surprise the woman in question only snorted and stared back at her.
"I wasn't saving 'your son' Professor Potter." She said smirking and turning back. "I was saving your husband."
Harry set his book aside and looked at the girl in front of him, a question lingering in his mind. The girl was separated from everyone it seemed, not including himself and two other people that were making their way over to them.
"Why do you sit back here?" Harry asked casting his gaze up to the front of the group, all of which were throwing glares at the girl. Harry in turn throwing them right back.
"Because ... my parents are-" The girl paused as another voice cut her off, this one slightly higher but still female.
"Cho chang, daughter of two of the worlds most hated death eaters." The girl said happily sitting next to Cho smiling. "They separate you because they think you're a death eater too eh?" The girl questioned and received a nod from Cho, though she seemed to be blushing. Harry raising an eyebrow now, and turning slightly as a boy crashed next to him.
"Figures they would do something like that." The boy said sneering and looking at the group. "I guess you and me are buddies from now on, because I personally agree with the death eaters and Voldemort." Here Harry raised another eyebrow, though not only because the boy said the name, but because the other two didn't flinch as was custom. The boy catching on to Harry's surprised glance. "My father always said, only his enemies need to fear his name." The boy said shrugging, and again to his surprise the two girls nodded.
"My mother is the one that turned me to it." The unnamed girl said looking airy for a second before she returned to normal. "Said my father was a no good cheater and to a mudblood to boot, that's why he left us. Well, me and my mother, he managed to get my sister." The girl said jabbing her thumb behind her to the Gryffindor table. "So the next time someone like Voldemort pops up, we're the first to draft. Two nods coming from the others at the surrounding area, but to his again surprise, which was getting rather annoying, the girl's eyes landed on him. "A Potter huh? What's your take on all this, wait let me guess. You'll lay down your life to-" What Harry would lay his life down to was never found out, because Harry's wand was pointed at her face.
"I am no Potter." Harry snapped. "So lets not conceal me to their twisted and morbid ideas." Harry demanded glaring at the girl. "And before you decide to go running off at the mouth and disrespecting me I suggest you give me your name. I would like to know the name of the person that might not live to see the dawn." Harry snapped, causing the girl to go a bright scarlet in blush and his book to burn a deep black.
"Padma," She managed through a stutter, and Harry withdrew his wand to look at the boy. Who by now was in tears from laughter and his face a deep red. And through struggled gasps he responded to Harry's demand.
"Terry...Terry Boot." He finished still laughing his head off, causing a grin to spread over Harry's face then into full blown laughter. Both boys consumed by it to the point they hadn't noticed the food appear on the table until a crashing fist from Terry sent a steak into his face. The result Harry laughing even harder and leaning on the table for support, the girls joining in the laughter, and Terry jabbing the steak with his knife with things muttering from his mouth. "Stupid thing ... you like some of that don't you ... filthy mudblood." Though here Terry's voice stopped and looked up to Harry who in turn was looking at him.
"What did you stop for? I'm pretty sure the mudblood is still alive you know." Harry said breezily before he attacked his own steak. Leaving the girls still laughing and Terry in awe.
"I thought that Professor Potter was..." Harry's eyes darting up from his food cut him off, gulping some before he continued his attack on the steak. Harry taking the time to look up from his food and to Cho. Her brown eyes looking into his for a second, only for the two to later find out the powerful connection that had formed between them. Deep down Harry knew they were destined to be together, but first he had to make it through first year.
Hey there,
I'm pretty sure all of you are going. "why leon! Why cho!" But if you believe me to be so... unorginal. I am hurt to no ends.I have a plot for our young people. And more to the point, if any of you are wondering why terry, cho, and padma are so dark my question is this. Why does no one question when everyone is good? I mean come on, if there wasn't any sick childern out there, we wouldn't be having the war in the first place.
Leon