A/N:

Thanks for all our reviews! We love them! Oh, and no I (Alyssium) do not speak French, I used an on-line translator. I know that sounds stupid, but I wanted those phrases in the story. I do know one or two words, though. And Embers is taking French classes, but she wasn't there to help me. And as for the 5-foot tall thing, well we did that on purpose. Alyssium is actually 5 foot 2 inches, so it is very likely that a person could be 5 foot. And we made him that short to enhance the fact that he was a small, insignificant person. If we had made him really tall, he would have put on the illusion of power. He was not at all powerful in comparison to Ebony…

Oh and please remember that I OWN NOTHING! J.K. owns the characters and Embers and I share the plot. This story is a bit different than the original version because it is hard to remember what we wrote, so bare with us.

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Now on with the story…

Ch3: A New House, A New Life

As the train pulled into Hogwart's ground, Ebony sighed with relief. She knew that soon she would be relaxing in her dorm with a cup of tea and a good murder mystery. And while she loved to do this, what she wanted more than anything was to cure her headache.

There is only one way to- wait a minute! Her mind cried.

I have to be sorted! This news put a damper on her enthusiasm, but she also remembered what the sorting hat had said to Harry:

'You would do well in Slytherin.' Yet Harry had chosen Gryffindor! This thought caused her to think closely about what house she wanted. It did not take her long to decide, for she had always wondered what it would be like in the other houses, some more than others.

She was still lost in her thoughts as she got off the train, but they were soon interrupted by a pleasant smell… a familiar smell, she mused. And Ebony knew that smell all to well. She looked around her to find its origin, and when she did not, she dismissed it lightly. But after a second or two, she smelt it again, and knew that this time it was truly there. For, her headache was slowly ebbing away.

She tried to ignore it and she looked forward, straight into Draco's back. She took another whiff, and knew that it was coming directly from him. Then abruptly, without even thinking, she was quickened her pace and caught up with him.

Draco, who was annoyed because someone was walking alongside him, turned his attention over towards that general direction. He bit off the nasty comment he was about to say when he discovered that it was Ebony.

"Oh, it's you." was all he managed to say.

"Yeah, it's me." she responded. She took a minute to survey his face, then moved her glace downwards. It was then that she saw what she was looking for. For, there, on Draco's right arm was a small cut about a half an inch long, and on it, blood was oozing out. And like she knew it would, the sweet, sticky aroma called to Ebony, and before she knew it, she was reaching out to touch it, to touch him.

"What the hell?" he asked as he felt Ebony touch his cut.

"You are bleeding, you need to get that looked at." She said.

"I know that! Wouldn't I know it if I cut my arm on a bloody branch?! And you need to let go!" he snapped. He hadn't wanted to be so rude, but the ferret boy comment had irked him.

Reluctantly, she obeyed his command. And even as he walked towards the carriages, she smiled. For, there, on her palm and fingers, was Draco's blood.

First, she made sure that no one was looking, then she lapped up the blood in pure delight. She soon felt her body craving more of him. She knew that she not only wanted more blood, but his body as well. It was no surprise to find herself attracted to Draco, but she also knew that she would have to repress it. For her own good as well as his.

As she sat down in the remaining carriage, she was annoyed to find that the other two people who occupied it were none other than Draco and Pansy. As the carriage drove on, she looked outside.

"Oh Drakey! I missed you so much!" Pansy, cried as she scooted closer to Draco. Draco just sat there, hoping that she would go away. But she did not. And it wasn't long before she was sitting on top of him, her hands wandering slowly downwards.

Pansy felt Draco's body stiffen, and said,

"What's wrong hunny?"

"Nothing, let's go." He said as the carriage came to a halt.

Draco hated Pansy; he had since she dumped him last year. Dumped him for that jackass Blaise.

She is just a sadistic bitch anyways. Always wanting to try some knew form of bondage and such. Not that there is anything wrong with that, just that she was fucking other guys as well as me… Never wanting it soft, always hard and rough…

Ebony, who was walking down the hall, heard a voice that sounded like Draco's coming behind her. She heard him talking about Pansy and her sadistic habits. Disgusted, she turned towards him, and said,

"Draco, nobody wants to hear about your and Pansy's sex life!" then she walked off. Draco just looked at her, shocked.

How the hell did she hear that?! He wondered.

The sorting ceremony was about to begin. Dumbledore stood up and addressed the school, "Welcome back scholars! We have a new student to sort before we sort the first years. Ah! Here she is now." Dumbledore said as Ebony walked up to the sorting hat and placed it on her head. Before the sorting head addressed her, Ebony looked at the headmaster. And he looked back, with a knowing look in his eyes. Ebony sis not have time to ponder this, though, for the sorting hat began to talk.

"Hmm!" the sorting hat sighed,

"Where to place you?"

"Slytherin!" she cried in her head.

"Slytherin, ay! Well, it's up to you. I think that you could do well in Gryffindor-"

"Slytherin!" she repeated.

"Fine then, SLYTHERIN!" the sorting hat yelled, and she walked over towards the Slytherin table as cheers rang up around her. Soon the food was served, although what Ebony ate was minimal, she enjoyed the company and companionship of Slytherin. It was much different that in Gryffindor. For in Gryffindor, they were patient and loving and all that nice crap. In Slytherin you had to prove that you needed respect, you had to work for it. And Ebony, who had always loved a challenge, found the Slytherin table both intriguing and fun.

She sat right on the end of the table and right next to Draco, who, to her amusement was trying his best not to notice her. He had busied himself with his food, looking at her so often, then quickly turning away.

Like a child… she mused. And it was just then that she got an idea. So, dropping her napkin on the ground, she bent over to pick it up. Her ass falling right in front of Draco's face.

Draco, who had been enjoying his meal, turned to face Ebony, but got her ass instead. He looked shocked for a moment, then decided to make the best out of an awkward situation and decided to look at her ass.

As Ebony got back up, she heard Draco say, "Nice ass!" But when she turned around, he was talking to Goyle.

How can that be? she asked herself, I thought I heard him--wait a minute! her mind cried.

I can hear his thoughts! She was surprised at this information, but it all made sense.

What he said about me, about Pansy… he wouldn't have said that out loud… It did not take her long to realize that that was the only explanation for what she was hearing.

But how? She asked herself as she though back to everything she had done with him that day.

The only thing out of the normal was when I tasted his blood! her mind screamed at the epiphany! Every other human who she had tasted blood, she had killed. This had to be a power she had not been aware of as a vampire! Well, that new discovery had made her day, and she began to happily enjoy the meal.

It was not long, though, that her headache found it's way back to her neck and shoulders. The intensity of the pain made her wish for a neck massage, but she knew that a neck massage would not cure this aliment.

Only one thing would… she mused as she silently got up form the table. Hoping that no one would notice, she left the Great Hall and headed towards the forbidden forest. When she got there, she couldn't help but walk around a bit. She had only been in the for binned forest a handle full of times, and during those she hadn't even gotten a chance to look around. Or was too afraid to look around… she mused as she walked through the forest, staying along the edge, for she did not want to get lost.

After ten minutes or so, she came upon a small clearing. It was quite, so quite that Ebony could hear her own breath as she walked around the small patch of grass. It was then that she saw it: a small, white haired rabbit with bright red eyes. Without a second thought, she grabbed lashed out at the rabbit and caught it by it's lower waist. The rabbit made squealing noises as she bit down on it's stomach with her two teeth.

As she silently drank she became less and less aware of the world around her and more involved with the blood that was heading into her system. She felt the warmness flow inside of her even as she tasted the sweet stickiness on her tongue. This was a hundred times better than anything else she had ever done in her life, and a hundred times more deadly. Yet, she couldn't die, save for one way and one way only.

As Ebony drank in her euphoric glory, another figure moved out of the Great Hall and into the night. He had seen someone. No, not just someone, he mused, that new seventh year…

He thought of her as he opened the door and followed the line of footsteps into the forbidden forest. They were not footsteps that any mortal could see, no, you had to posses the immortal gift to see them.

He followed them until he came upon a clearing where he saw what he was looking for. There she was, bent over an animal-- probably a rabbit, he mused-- and lost in her own world. As he watched her, a sudden remembrance came to him, a prophesy of long ago:

On a full moon, look outside,

Follow the stars to the one who must hide.

See a vampire in the woods,

Help her out, that you should.

Teach her to be the very best,

For she was born to surpass the rest.

If you fail your truthful task

You will die, oh so fast.

She was born to be the Queen,

And you her teacher, yes indeed.

As he remembered this, he looked towards the sky. And even through the thickest branches he could see that the moon was indeed a full moon.

Well, this must be her… he told himself as he sank into the shadows to watch her feed.