Chapter 2: Revelations

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Screams were heard everywhere. Babies were wailing and everything was in chaos. The Archers had not even risen from their chairs when they had been felled by the mysterious wizards that had appeared. One had survived, groaning from the pain. The groan brought the attention of one of the wizards. He raised his wand and uttered something indistinct in the din of all the commotion. The only remaining Archer writhed and squirmed in pain, like the agony would never end.

Suddenly, he stopped moving. The natives froze, horrified at the sight of their defeated heroes.

Artemis jerked awake, a coat of cold sweat on her back. Breathing heavily she sat up in her bed, pondering her terrible nightmare. She wiped her brow, lying down on the green and silver comforter, looking into the canopy of her bed, tracing the contours of the thread with her eyes. Her mind was calm, even after the odd 'Sorting' she had gone through.

"Calm down everyone!" yelled a strict woman with glasses.

Everyone in the hall went quiet. The woman let out a sigh and then began,

"We are not done with the Sorting yet. I would like to introduce to you all a transfer student from the far country of Japan, a previous student of the Fukuyama Institute of Magic.

Everyone clapped unenthusiastically. Artemis rolled her eyes.

'Dumb foreigners,' she thought. The strict woman glanced at her then gestured for her to come over. Artemis strolled nonchalantly down the length of the Great Hall, radiating an aura of quiet authority and power. She bowed slightly to the woman and grasped the Sorting Hat and placed it on her head.

'Ah, an Archer!' exclaimed a voice in her head. Artemis rolled her eyes again.

'I've heard of your kind. Extraordinary powers the Archers have got. I'll enjoy Sorting you. So let's see here. You're cold on the outside…cynical too…hmm…Lots of potential as well. Ah, but you don't want your power. Odd…and courage is here, oh yes…you have kindness in you. You do not wish to show this side to others though…Well then it'll just have to be…'

"SLYTHERIN!"

Artemis' eyes shot open in horror. A Slytherin? Her? Say what?!

"SNORE!"

Artemis was rudely awakened and raised her eyebrow at the loud, repugnant sound that came from a bed opposite her. She rolled her eyes. Foreigners are disgusting, she thought.

Artemis thought back to the magnificent man with half-moon glasses. He was powerful, she could tell, and yet she felt sadness radiating from him. Something had happened to him that had caused him to have this aura of melancholy around him. And yet, she mused, no one else seemed to notice it.

Artemis shook herself from these foreboding thoughts and concentrated on the room that she would live in for the next four years. The room was very dark and gave Artemis the chills, like a horrible feeling that wouldn't leave her alone. And yet the room gave her something that she hadn't felt for a long time. The feeling of belonging.

Artemis had never felt like she had belonged anywhere. She was the first one of the Archer line for centuries since the original Archers themselves to actually gain the powers of the Archers. So in the family she had been revered and been treated with awe and affection.

But at school she had been an outcast. Sure, she was the subject of respect and awe, but an outcast nonetheless. Always seen with her pets or watching the stars at night but never with friends. No one dared to become friends with her, feeling that they might upset the awe-inspiring idol of the school. And so, she, Artemis, idol, outcast and goddess of Fukuyama Institute of Magic had never known a friend.

Artemis got up and quickly threw on a white hoodie and faded blue jeans. Over them she put on the trademark black robes of a Hogwarts student, with the crest of a Slytherin. She walked calmly towards the door and opened it. She was greeted with the sight of the Slytherin Common Room with blazing fires roaring in the grates trying and failing to warm the cold atmosphere of the dark, depressing dungeon.

She stepped quietly and elegantly down the stairs and walked towards the dungeon door. But someone quickly stepped out from behind an armchair, startling Artemis, causing her to quickly dodge out of the way. Her aggressor seemed surprised by her excellent reflexes but immediately recovered his composure.

"My dear lady," he started, his hand moving towards hers, "Allow me to introduce—"

He was cut off by a swift jab to the head.

"I don't talk to idiots," quipped Artemis. She quickly surveyed the appearance of the boy she had taken out. He had a fair build, was quite tall and had platinum blonde hair. He had striking slate gray eyes and yet Artemis could see that these eyes had no mercy in them. She deliberately stepped on his chest before exiting the common room.

As Artemis got out of the common room she walked toward the Great Hall. As soon as she entered she noticed the change in temperature. The Great Hall was comfortably warm and the tables were covered in delicious food the likes of which she had never seen.

She hesitated before walking towards the Slytherin table. Her skin crawled, feeling eyes on her back. Artemis turned around to face a brown haired boy with beautiful chocolate eyes of which were filled with hate.

Artemis turned her back to him again and sat down at the table. Students were starting to file in to the Great Hall now and Artemis forgot about the brown haired boy.

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"Look, it's the owl post!" yelled a first year.

Artemis rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. Honestly, the foreigners these days. Obviously there was going to be post. People wrote owls everyday.

Artemis looked up from her food. The Head of Slytherin House was passing out schedules. He was an insanely fat professor who very deeply resembled an extremely overweight

walrus with a mustache.

Artemis looked at the schedule handed to her. For some strange reason her schedule was exactly like the one which she had in Japan. Artemis shook her head. This was no coincidence. Where she lived there was no such thing as coincidence. There was only fate. And she suspected that here was no different.

Arithmancy, Archery, Quidditch, Ancient Runes…

Suddenly realization jolted Artemis. Someone had put her in Quidditch!

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A/N: Yay, another cliffy! Hehe…Sorry for the short chappie people! Please read and review peeps!

Again, special thanks to my beta, Angie / paddyfootblack057!

Seth