Elysian Potter: The Forgotten Queen

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own the Original Idea for this story. All rights for the characters go to the magnificent J. K. Rowling and the Original idea for the fiction belongs to CharmedMilliE-Karry Master.

Elysian's Theme Song: Castle – Hasley

Chapter Fourteen: Mudbloods and Murmurs

Elysian woke up at her desk with a book in her face. She groaned in annoyance as all of her bones clicked and popped back into place and she stood up to go change. Her bright red-hair was a knotted mess that seemed unwilling to even budge for a second but she managed to uncurl it and put it up in a pony tail for the morning. Her room felt so lonely without Ares to comfort her, she did miss her black panther baby, and it didn't seem like it was going to be any homier without him.

Feeling something underfoot, Elysian looked down and smiled when she saw a letter waiting for her. It read:

Elysian Potter

Now, when your weapons are dulled, your ardour damped, your strength exhausted and your treasure spent, other chieftains will spring up to take advantage of your extremity. Then no man, however wise, will be able to avert the consequences that must ensue.

Yours,

T.M.R

She was blushing slightly and was intrigued to see that he had now signed it. Her own letter was very similar to their first. She knew this quote was from the Art of War. She had read it over and over again when she was younger as it was her one escape from her family.

Dear T.M.R

Thus, though we have heard of stupid haste in war, cleverness has never been seen associated with long delays.

Yours,

Elysian Potter.

As she walked into the common room, she slipped the letter in its place and rushed off to join the rest of her friends.

~EP~

Elysian was abruptly awoken that morning by an incessant knocking at her bedroom door. Her eyes had barely been open for more than a few seconds before Daphne and Pansy came barrelling into her room with matching expressions printed on their faces. She didn't even say anything as she slipped into the bathroom and put on a clean uniform before returning to where the girls had corrected themselves and were waiting by her door.

"Do I want to know?" asked Elysian, her eyebrows raised.

Daphne ushered her out of the room to where the entire Slytherin Quidditch team was waiting for her with matching grins. However, Elysian immediately noticed that there was one player missing from the selection: the Chaser. Flint grinned, revealing his yellowish and misshapen teeth, and held up a Quidditch uniform tailored for her body.

"You're serious, aren't you?"

Everyone nodded. Once it was confirmed, Elysian sprinted over and slipped into it with a joyous smile on her face. Draco then handed her a Nimbus 2001 and took her arm with a massive grin while the rest of the common room clapped and cheered for them.

When they arrived at the pitch, Elysian felt her heart hammer with joy as she watched the Gryffindor team turn pale and then red from rage as Oliver Wood came barrelling towards them. Both Elysian and Draco had been sequestered in the back of the group so didn't see much but they heard everything.

"Flint!" Wood bellowed at the Slytherin Captain. "This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"

"Plenty of room for all of us, Wood."

Elysian could feel the smugness coming off Flint in waves as Wood huffed and puffed.

"But I booked the pitch! I booked it!"

"Ah," said Flint. "but I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. I, Professor S. Snape, give Slytherin team permission to practise today on the Quidditch pitch, owing to the need to train their new Seeker and Chaser."

"You've got new players?" said Wood, distracted. "Where?"

It was then that the Slytherin's moved out of the way and both Elysian and Draco stepped forward. Harry's eyes widened in shock and Wood immediately went very pale. It seemed that someone had let Wood know that it was Elysian who had designed the tactics that had almost destroyed them several times over. The smugness of the Slytherin team increased at their fear and Elysian noticed that Fred and Gorge were doing very well in keeping their masks in place.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's Son?" asked Fred, pretending not to know Draco.

"Funny you should mention Draco's father," said Flint. "Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team." All seven of them held out the brooms and watched as the Gryffindors turned very pale and blenched. "Very latest model. Only came out last month. I believe it outstrips the old 2000 series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps," he smiled nastily at the twins, "sweeps the board with them."

"Oh look," said Elysian. "A pitch invasion."

Ronald and Hermione were crossing the grass to see what was going on.

"What's happening?" Ronald asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? What are they doing here?"

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley, and Elysian's the new Chaser," said Draco, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team."

Ronald gaped, open-mouthed, at the seven superb broomsticks in front of him.

"Good, aren't they?" said Draco smoothly. "But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives, I expect a museum would bid for them."

The Slytherin team howled with laughter and Elysian sent Hermione a subtle nod to let her know it was time to play her part. She, Draco and the twins had practiced this exact interaction many times – though usually Elysian wasn't actually on the team – so it was very simple.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione sharply. "They got in on pure talent."

It was then that Draco said the line they had been training out of him for weeks.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.

Elysian pulled Draco back and grinned at the chaos those words had caused. Hermione was doing an excellent job of seeming upset while Ronald was foaming at the mouth and holding his wand in front of him. A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out the wrong end of Ronald's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backwards onto the grass.

"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" squealed Hermione.

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth.

The Slytherin team were paralysed with laughter as the Gryffindor team surrounded Ronald, trying to keep him from sight. Flint was doubled over with laughter, his broom being the only thing to keep him standing as the Gryffindor's rushed away.

Their practice was brutal in Elysian's opinion as, even though she was basically the most important Slytherin, the boys didn't pull any punches and the bludgers were coming hard and fast. She couldn't stop the worry rising in her chest every time she barley avoid one of those head smashing balls or got hit by one of the boys brooms so they could test how sturdy she was on a broom. Once practice was over, Draco had almost killed Elysian with the tight hug he had forced Elysian into before Elysian pulled her along to the team showers.

Elysian, obviously, was the first to shower alone and then the boys went in. The moment Draco was out the two of them set out to the library where Hermione would be waiting for them as she was every other day. Elysian wanted to talk about their perfect success of a plan and they needed a plan for the next meeting. Whilst they were walking down the corridor, Elysian suddenly felt a cold sting down the back of her neck as she heard a dark and sinister voice calling out.

"Come… come to me… let me rip you … let me tear you… let me kill you," the voice hissed.

Draco raised an eye brow at Elysian but she said nothing and quickly continued walking. Whatever that voice was, Elysian didn't want anything to do with it.