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Chapter 3

Pasha stood in the line of first-years, towering over them as they fidgeted nervously, waiting for their names to be called. She looked over the sea of students, her eyes falling lastly on the Slytherin table. She knew the sorting was a waste of time on her, she already knew what house it would put her in. Her thoughts drifted back to when she was on the train. She had met Harry Potter. She had almost snorted when she had seen him. He was a tall, bespectacled boy with messy black hair. He looked just like any other teenager. How could he have defeated the Dark Lord? She couldn't understand.

"Liza, Richard." A stern looking witch in emerald green robes read the names off a long list of parchment.

A sandy-haired boy stumbled out of the line and plopped himself on the stool, jamming a pointy old hat on his head. A slit opened at the brim of the hat, forming a mouth.

"RAVENCLAW!"

A cheer rose up from one of the long tables in the middle, welcoming the new boy to their House. Richard Liza scurried to his table.

"Mitchell, Penny."

Another pink-faced first year shuffled to the stool.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

More applause.

"Mayes, Pasha."

Whispering broke out as she strode forward.

"She's not a first-year"

"Who is she?"

"She hot!"

Pasha gritted her teeth as her sensitive hearing heard the last comment.

As she sat down on the small, three legged stool, she could see the Slytherins poised to clap. Malfoy had probably told them about her. She placed the hat on her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Pasha started towards the Slytherin table before she realized that the noise was coming from the other end of the Great Hall. She turned, a look of confusion crossing her face before that, too, was gone, becoming blank once more. She made her way to the Gryffindor table and spied for a spare seat. She found one, and sat down.

"Hi," said the boy next to her.

It was Harry Potter.

"Hey."

"I thought you were going to be in Slytherin."

"I thought so too."

"I'm starving," exclaimed the red-headed boy named Ron.

"Ron, you're always starving," retorted Hermione.

He opened his mouth to argue when Dumbledore stood up. All heads turned towards the staff table at the front. Dumbledore's silver beard shone in the light as his bright blue eyes swept over them through half-moon glasses. Hate boiled up in her. Pasha tightened her restraint on her anger, trying to keep it from showing on her face. She would have her revenge soon enough.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," announced Dumbledore, spreading his arms. "Welcome to new students and to those returning. Enjoy the feast."

The gold plates in front of them suddenly filled up with food. Ron's hand quickly darted out and grabbed a drumstick. Pasha had never seen this much delicious food before. All she had ever eaten was bread and water; the Dark Lord and his followers were no chefs. She had to restrain herself from scoffing down everything at once, so she grabbed a drumstick and nibbled on it in a more dignified manner than Ron.

Near the end of the feast, she saw Malfoy trying to catch her attention from the other side of the Hall. He stood, motioning for her to follow him. Pasha stood reluctantly. She wanted to finish her cheesecake. She was immediately horrified by this thought. She was here on a mission, not to eat!

"Where are you going?" asked Harry.

"Bathroom," she lied.

"Oh."

She could see Malfoy now waving frantically from the other end of the Hall, near the doors leading into the front entrance. She quickly made her way towards him, not stopping in front of him but walking straight past him and into the Entrance where no one would be able to see them.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she said angrily, turning on him. "Do you want us to get caught? We can't be seen together or they'll think something's up. Try something a little less subtle next time than waving your frickin arms in the air!"

Pasha never liked showing anyone what she felt or showing any emotion, but this was really important to her. This was something she had been training all her life for, and Malfoy was not going to ruin it for her.

"Whoa, someone's in a mood," he said, grinning.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" Pasha couldn't believe she had to work with him. She could handle it easily on her own. Malfoy would just slow her down.

"We can't discuss anything right now," she said, "I'll meet you in the forest tomorrow midnight."

"The Forbidden Forest?"

"Yeah. Are there any others around here?"

"But why the Forest?" he asked nervously.

"What's the matter? Scared?"

"No. Of…of course not."

"Then what is it?" she said, smirking.

"Its just…" he said, scrabbling for a reason, "its so big. How are we going to find each other?"

"I'll find you. Just go deep into the forest."

"How?"

"Just be there," she said, ignoring his question.

Pasha glanced up as the doors to the Great Hall opened and students started to pour out. She quickly walked away from Malfoy and joined the Gryffindor crowd. She followed them up the marble staircase, along many corridors, and up more stairs until they came to a halt. At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" she said.

"Remembrall," said Hermione, her Head Girl badge glinting in the candlelight.

The portrait swung open to reveal a round hole in the wall. Pasha climbed through and found herself in the Gryffindor common room. It was a round, cosy looking room filled with squashy armchairs and a fire crackling merrily in the hearth. The others all went up into their dormitories while Pasha sank down into a comfortable armchair by the warm fire. Her thoughts drifted back to the dreams. She had been having the same dream over and over again quite recently. The Dark Lord had somehow known this and had helped her. He had given her a potion to drink every fortnight, saying it would keep the dreams at bay. They stopped immediately after but sometimes she forgot to take it and would see the woman screaming, see the flash of green light; the killing curse. She knew the woman was her mother, and the man on the ground, her father. And the hooded figure- the man who had murdered her parents, ruined her life. Albus Dumbledore.

Pasha's eyelids started to get heavier, so she stood and made her way up the staircase into the girls dormitory. She found that her suitcase had already been brought up and laid at the foot of a four-poster bed. There were three other beds in the room as well, their occupants chatting away, stopping when Pasha came in. Hermione was the only person she recognized.

"Hi," said Hermione who was sorting out her books, "I guess we're sharing a room."

"Yeah, guess so."

"Oh yeah, introductions. This is Parvati Patil," she said, pointing to a girl with long dark hair that hung all the way down her back, "and this is Lavender Brown"

A girl with a golden braid waved at her.

"Pasha Mayes,"Pasha introduced.

"So what school did you go to before?" asked Parvati.

"I didn't. I was homeschooled," Pasha lied.

"Homeschooled?" Parvati said in disbelief.

"Yeah. My parents taught me."

"Why did they decide to send you here?" asked Lavender.

She shrugged, "I don't know. I guess they thought it would be safer here since You-Know-Who's return and all."

"What kind of stuff did you learn?"

"Oh, you know, the usual." She said vaguely.

Lavender opened her mouth to ask more specifically but Pasha cut her off by turning and start rummaging in her trunk for her pajamas.

"I'm kind of tired now, better get to sleep. Don't want to be late on the very first day!"

Pasha climbed into her soft, warm bed. Never had a place been more inviting; much better than her bed at 'home' which was just an old mattress covered in rags. She didn't know why, but in her minds eye, she could see Harry's grinning face, just before she drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep.

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