Disclaim: No money whatsoever, but, oh Merlin do I wish so…$$... J.K owns all the original characters :'-(, but Sylvia Sadler and whoever that you have never seen before are my own creation, I swear! The plot is mostly my idea, although I did get the inspiration from other people.
Pairing: Severus/OC, I am thinking of HGDM, but I'm not sure, suggestions are welcomed with open arms, along with ideas of Harry's partner, Thanks
This is my first HP fanfic, and English is not my first language, I am currently doing ESL(English as Second Language) in school, so plz forgive me for any mistake, correction would be greatly appreciated.
Secrets of the Snake-charmer: Chapter 1
"Come on, Ron. Hurry up!" Dragging the boy, Hermione Granger said with a frustrated voice at the sleepy redhead.
Opening half an inch of his left eyelid, Ron Weasley replied ambiguously while still dreaming, "Whaaat? It's still earrrrly." The Qudditch field, no wait, the House Cup, he was holding the House Cup and……
"But the chocolate Sundae would be finished by the time……"
"What! Chocolate Sundae! For breakfast!" Opening his eyes in an instant, Ron stared at Hermione incredulously," Got to go, got to go…" In a split second, he was on the other side of the corridor, gesturing for Hermione and Harry to keep up, while still muttering to himself.
Hermione somehow managed to block her laughter, sending a sly smile to Harry, she said loudly, "yeah, that's right, Ron. Chocolate Sundae, delicious." The last word, if possible, made Ron walk even faster.
Hurrying behind Ron, laughing non-stop was Harry Potter, shaking his head. Really, he wondered with brothers like Fred and George, how could Ron be so thick?
"Attention please. Forgiven an old man for interrupting your breakfast. I would like to announce that we have a new student with us." There, in the front, stood the greatest wizard of modern times, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, gesturing towards the far end of the High Table. Hidden under the half-moon glasses, the familiar twinkle shone in his eyes. Wonder what is on his mind now, thought Hermione, remembering the Headmaster's famous manipulating skill. Slowly, she turned her head to where all the students were looking.
On the far end of the High Table, next to Severus Snape, the fearsome Potions Master, sat a blacked-haired girl, her silky waist-long straight hair covered the sides of her face, but her beauty is still visible. The slightly yellow skin and black eyes shown that she had an Asian heritage, however, her curly eyelashes, high cheekbones revealed that she bears western blood.
As if she felt the radiation of the students' stares, she looked up from the table, where a thick book was laying open. Without moving even an inch, she retuned the gazes simply by moving her eyeballs. Steadily return the stares, she scanned the student body, and for a moment, her eyes lingered on the Trio, narrowing her eyes, she looked so focus as if she was reading them. Then acting casually like she was uninterested, she turned away.
Looking into the girl's eyes, Hermione found herself drowning, in the deep dark depth of her eyes, felt herself fallen into it. Realised her lack of control, Hermione pulled herself out of the abyss. Wow, she has got beautiful eyes, thought Hermione, but…they are so cold. Avoiding direct eye contact with the girl, she still amazingly managed to study the eyes. Eyes are the window to the soul, after all. It was then she realised that the girl had been studying the Slytherins for quite a while. Her eyes showed no emotions, held no promises; she was merely reading the information that was provided by the looks of the Slytherins, wonder why she is so interested in the Slytherins. Maybe……
But her thought was interrupted by the high-pitch voice of Lavender Brown.
"Look at her robe, it is made of the finest material, I saw a robe made of the same material and the price is soooo high." Emphasising on the "so", jealousy evident on her face. Turning around, Hermione once again took up the mission of studying the new girl. Sitting next to Professor Snape, her long black robe added to the similarity between them that was created by her appearance.
"Where do you think she came from?" Harry voiced everyone's question, swallowed the bacon he had been chewing, he added, "Why now? School had started for two months already." It is not common for students to come after the beginning of the term.
"She must ……" Hermione stopped abruptly when she saw Dumbledore raised his right hand to quieten the Great Hall. The process took a while because the students were all having whispered conversations that weren't so quiet.
"Miss Sylvia Sadler is a transferred student from France. She, I believe is currently in the fifth year?" Sylvia Sadler nodded barely noticeable to the Headmaster's inquiry. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Sylvia, I believe all of us will do our best to make Hogwarts a home to you. Now, let us see which house you would be in." The last sentence was directed to Sylvia, who rose slowly from her seat, and walked graciously to the centre, where a chair was placed with the Sorting Hat sitting on top
She took the hat into her hands, hesitated for a second, and put it on.
"Hmm, so it is you…again. My pleasure, I'd say." The Hat whispered into her ear, more like her mind actually, "Ravenclaw would suit your intelligence and studious nature just fine. However, your spirit had been moulded by the Gryffindors……Oh, you sure you want to be sorted according to your certain personality? Particularly under such conditions……oh, well, though I daresay you certainly possess the courage of a Gryffindor, but since you are so obviously one, I will just have to repeat myself, you belong to --- ---"
"SLYTHERIN!"
In an instant, Sylvia Sadler's black robe changed into the green and silver of Slytherin. The disappointed moans from Gryffindors were drowning in the sea of cheering from the Slytherin table.
Taking off the torn old hat, Sylvia looked slightly satisfied, the first emotion she allowed herself to shown so far. Walked back to the end of the High Table, where she was sitting before, she picked up the thick black-covered book. During the small movement of bending down and picking up the book, she managed to move slightly towards Snape, her hair closed the small distance between them. Lowered her voice so that no one could hear her, she whispered into the ear of the Potions Master with a smirk not unlike his own.
"See, told you so."
Without waiting for the reply, which apparently wasn't what she was after, she got up and headed over to the Slytherin table. Sylvia did all that quickly and quietly that Professor Flitwick, who sat next to the other side of Professor Snape, didn't notice anything. In fact, everyone presented had been oblivious of the scene, that is, saving Dumbledore, who had, to both Sylvia Sadler and Severus Snape's annoyances, put on his knowing smile. This smile, however, failed to escape the observant eyes of a certain bushy-haired Gryffindor. Why is he smiling? I thought…he didn't like Slytherins, at least not enough to be happy to see a new student got sort into it. Dumbledore's smile broadened, which has became a rare sight after the return of Lord Voldemort last year. Something is happening, wonder what…… Silently, Hermione's exploring nature awakened.
Totally ignored the attention she was receiving, Sylvia appeared to have allowed herself to be lost in the thick book. Even with her head in the book, she still had her ears on the murmurs that had broken out after her sorting, but all she could gather is the disappointment of many with the exception of Slytherin. Right, I am a Slytherin now, how…interesting, she was still digesting the information. Although she was expecting this, she had been sure of course, the House suits her personality, her interest, her heritage, and her plan, but it was still amusing to be sort into Slytherin, wish I could see her face, must be priceless. She pulled her thought back to the present, well, it was actually hard not to, being watched by so many was, frankly, quite disturbing.
She closed her book and got up when she heard Dumbledore dismiss the students. As she walked out of the Great Hall, she found herself unable to resist the temptation and glanced back, Hermione Granger was staring at her with immense interest, ah, the brain of Gryffindor, let's see if they are right, if you are smart, you'd leave me alone, don't let the Gryffindor "bravery" gets the better of your wits. Flash a rare smile at Hermione, she turned her head. Out of the corner of her eyes, she looked at Dumbledore, and just as she expected, the twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes are now madder than ever.