Silver Eyes

By: FreakyHotGeek

Note: Wow there are a lot of hits on this story! I hope some of you start reviewing more often! Yay! Anyhoo, thanks once again to everyone who's reviewed! Oh, this is my last update for about a week, as I'm going on vacation. I'm bringing a notebook for the car ride, and will turn to my loyal pen to write some more chapters to type up super speedy like when I get back!

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Chapter 4

Could This Be The Year?

As usual, I woke up bright and early, feeling refreshed and ready for the day. Of course, I wasn't exactly optimistic about what the day was going to bring, but at least I was awake for whatever it was.

I hadn't been able to stop wondering if maybe, just maybe, Blaise was showing an interest in me by telling Draco to lay off last night. Having little experience, it was hard for me to tell. As I headed down the staircase, I was, once again, going over the events in my mind. It occurred to me then that this was the first time in a long time I'd had much to think about other than school work. I'm trying to figure out whether this is a good thing or not when I see at once that something is out of place in my rountine. Usually, when I get downstairs for breakfast, there aren't many students at all around, and the ones that are, I don't know at all. Today, however, Harry Potter (now cleaned up) and his friends are sitting at the table, in my usual spot.

Change, it seemed, was looking for me this year.

Now I was faced with quite the dilemma. I could, of course, sit off at the end of the table, clearly and obviously avoiding them, or I could take my usual seat, which was currently next to Hermione Granger. Either way, I couldn't just stand here much longer.

Come now, she's not going to bite. I realize I'm being stupid, and that this could be an opportunity, and walk over, pull the chair out, and sit down, barely managing not to fall off of it.

"Er… good… morning," I say nervously, avoiding eye contact.

"Good morning!" Hermione says, sounding perfectly pleased to see me. I wonder if she even knows my name.

"And, who are you again?" Ron says bluntly.

I try to smile, but I'm actually a little hurt. "Shiva," I remind him. "I'm… I'm in your year," I remind.

"Right," Ron says, turning red and looking away. I realize he's only just remembered last night.

Harry doesn't say anything, and I want to scream at him "You're bloody famous, can't you spare a few little words for someone who isn't?" but I don't. Instead, I let the silence slide over us all like a blanket.

At length, Harry and Ron begin chatting away over something or another, and I'm off in my mind, sorting through what I'll need for my first day of classes.

Hermione is rambling already about her grades and things. Even I know this is about all she ever does, as far as anyone can tell. I also know, though whether this is widespread or not I am unsure, that she clearly has a thing for Ron. He returns the affection. They're both too stupid to realize what even a complete stranger can.

Naturally, the rest of the meal passes in silence. The time comes for me to go, though everyone else is still eating, and I wonder what I'm supposed to say now.

"Er… see you later," I mutter, and Harry looks up and says;

"Yeah, okay."

And that's it.

Shrugging, I walk off.

My first class today is Divination, which, believe it or not, I've never had before. It was a recommendation from Dumbledore that got me in. Though why he cares what classes I take for NEWT is utterly beyond me.

I'm nervous about going to this class. I arrive a little early, and stare up at the trap door. Everyone who's been in that class will know I don't belong. They'll want me gone.

I stare up at the trap door only a few minutes longer, and then I am, sadly, joined by a few other students, who blink at me.

"Who are you?" one of them asks.

I am not in the mood to be messed with, I am far too nervous about my new class. I turn and look them in the eye. "Shiva," I say calmly. She backs away into the crowd, and a few whispers are exchanged. This is nothing I'm not used to. What happens next, however, is.

A semi-familiar voice says, "Shiva, I didn't know you were in this class."

I turn and find myself looking, once again, into the eyes of Blaise Zabini, who doesn't even flinch or recognize a thing odd about my eyes. I feel myself blushing and looking at the floor.

"Oh… I… I'm joining the class… this year… recommendation from Dumbledore…" I explain. Once again, I'm left wandering when he'll realize he's not to be talking to me. When he'll walk off like everyone else, and leave me standing there, alone and cold.

"Great! We could use someone interesting in this class," he says, jerking his finger at the hodge-podge of students there. I realize they are from all different houses, and Blaise is the only Slytherin, I'm the only Gryffindor, aside from a very off-standish looking girl, who stares at the ceiling as though it is the most fascinating thing she's ever seen. I wonder if that is how others see me.

"Erm… thanks," I say.

"You really are a woman of few words, aren't you?" Blaise says, smiling at me. I feel strange under his unwavering gaze, and realize no one has ever looked at me this long or this hard before. Any minute, he will see what anyone would see if they paid enough attention. I am not beautiful in the way you would think. My eyes give the illusion. I wait for him to see this and go bother one of the pretty girls standing under the trap door, but he doesn't get the opportunity. The trap door slides open, the ladder down, and the strange, beetle-eyed Professor Trelawney is staring down at us.

"Welcome, students, welcome to another year of Divination!" she calls as the first few being to climb the ladder. I blink up at her, startled. She wasn't exactly what I'd expected, though of course I had seen her before around the castle, in her few ventures down from her tower.

I enter the hot room, and am once again faced with the awful dilemma of where to sit. I know better than to think anyone would welcome me with open arms. That would be a folly on my part.

In the corner, there is an empty pouf, which is where I place myself, not expecting company. When the pouf next to me suddenly becomes occupied, I nearly stand and walk away. But Blaise's smile holds me in place.

"Thought you'd get away, did you?" he says, beaming at me.

And then, Trelawney swoops over, looks from him to me and back, and then gasps at me.

"The headmaster was right… you have… the gift… a most unusual version…"

And just when I thought no one in the world would ever notice me, the eyes of the entire class are upon me, staring at me, boring into me. And all I can do, is stare at the floor and hope it all goes away…

End note: Yes, I know I know… dreadful of me to leave you all hanging when I can't update for at least a week… but I had to finish up soon because we're leaving soon! Love you all, please review, and do give my other story a chance if you get the time. The first two chappies are a bit slow, but it gets MUCH better.