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Chapter 3
"Ok, so tell me about the teachers. Who's cool, and who's not. Who to look out for…you know the usual." I asked my new found friends.
"Well, Snape is a git, who takes points off when ever possible. Watch out in his class, and don't make mistakes." Ron said.
"Trelawney is a fake, and you'll come out of there with a headache from the perfumes." Hermione informed me.
"Binns is a ghost and you can sleep through that class and get away with it. McGonagall is tough, but she's a good teacher, Grubby-Plank makes her lessons by the book." Harry said.
"Don't know what Umbridge is like though." Ron added.
"Oh, she'll be horrible and take an immediate dislike to me, all because of my last name." Rayne said, then seeing their confused looks she added, "My aunt and uncle aren't on very good terms with her and via versa. She called my uncle a 'crack-pot fool', told my aunt where she could shove it, andin not a very nice place, and tried to have my boyfriend arrested. All in one day."
"Wow. Ok," they all looked at me in wonder.
"Well, let's get to class." I said with fake cheeriness.
As we walked to class, I asked more questions. "So, Snape teaches potions, right?"
"Yeah, but it's bloody hard. And any little thing I do wrong, he vanishes my potion."
"Well, potions aren't so hard if you follow the instructions, and read them carefully. I think I've heard that name before though."
"Well, I'll guess you'll find out for yourself." Ron said as we reached the dungeon door.
In history of magic, Binns lectured on the giant wars, while I joined Harry and Ron's game of hangman. It was just as boring as they said. Afterwards, as we walked to break, I heard Hermione and the guys start to argue.
"What would happen if I refused to lend you my notes?" she asked them sarcastically.
"We would fail our O.W.Ls, and you wouldn't want that on your conscience, now would you?" Ron retorted.
"Well, you could just use Quick Quills." I suggested.
"You mean Quick Quote Quills?" Harry asked surprised, "those just distort everything that's said."
"Not Quotes, Notes, they're made for university students in America. My friends are going to send me some every month; I can sell you some if you want."
"Isn't that considered cheating?" Hermione asked.
"Well, so is copying someone's notes, at least this way they take their own notes. I use them all the time. You just have to be careful about which teachers you use them for."
"Um…how much do you want for one?" Ron asks embarrassed.
"Just 3 knuts. That covers the shipping fee I have to pay to get them sent overseas."
"Oh, ok." His face lit up.
The bell rang, and we headed to the dungeons. Walking in, I sat down at the first empty seat I came to. I had just sat down, when a boy with white blond hair walked up, looking at me with a sneer.
"You're in my seat. Move it."
"Well, there's an empty seat right here, and it's the only empty seat, so I don't think I want to move." With that I turned around, just to be spun back by the same boy. Man, he was getting annoying.
"I don't think you know who you're talking to. My name is Draco Malfoy. And you're in my seat."
"Well, my name is Rayne Ravenscroft. And I want to sit here, so you need to just deal with it."
He was about to reply, when a voice behind him said, "Mr. Malfoy, take a seat next to Miss Ravenscroft for now."
With a huff, Draco sat down beside me and said, "If you get me a bad grade to day, you will regret it." To which I said nothing.
"Today you will be making the Draught of Peace, a potion to calm anxiety, and soothe agitation. Be warned: If you are too heavy handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometime irreversible sleep, so pay close attention to what you are doing."
"The ingredients and method" Snape flicked his wand-"are on the blackboard"- (they appeared) - you will find everything you need in the cupboard. You have an hour and a half…Start."
"Ok. Can you get the ingredients? I don't know where they are." I asked giving him a small smile, batting my eyelashes.
"Sure. Um…can you start the fire?"
"No problem." Works every time. He got up and went for ingredients, I started the fire.
"Please, tell me you know something about potions?" Draco asked, "Because I'm not helping you out." He added.
"Don't worry, I know a little." I said slyly. No need to inform him that Potions happens to be my best subject.
With that I set him to work chopping ingredients and I added them to the cauldron. By the time ten minutes were up, our potion was emitting a light silver smoke.
Snape walked around the room, some cauldrons were emitting a foul smell, others, multi-colored smoke. But only two had a light silver mist hanging over them, mine and Draco's, and Hermione and Ron's. Unfortunately for Harry, Snape decided that his was unsatisfactory, and vanished it. When Draco laughed, I elbowed him in the ribs.
"It's not funny, if it wasn't for me, yours would have been just as bad. You almost added too many drops of hellebore." Apparently, he's not used to someone confronting him.
"Do you know who my father is? Do you not get that I am practically royalty?"
"Let me see here, white blond hair, steel gray eyes, snotty nose in the air. Last name Malfoy. Your father is Lucius and your mother is Narcissa Black. You are pure blood, but not royalty. I know exactly who you are. I know more about you than you know about yourself. You act all big and bad, but really, deep down you're scared of what you daddy and his master want for you.
"You have had to endure years of abuse at the hands of you're father, and that had made you put up a brick wall. But that's ok, because your mother comes behind him always, and baby's you, and that has made you spoiled.
"If you want royalty, do research on my family name, and don't forget my mother's side. Tell me what you find out. And just so you know, my families older and more powerful than yours, and it is not because we follow Voldemort." At that, everyone listening gasped, and the bell rang.
I rose, and with as much grace as I could muster, I walked out the door, and straight to the top of the north tower. Reaching the foot of the ladder, I sat down and got out a book to pass the time. No sooner than ten minutes, some one was walking up the stairs. I prepared to defend myself.
"Hey Rayne, what are you doing up here?" Harry asked surprised to see me.
"I feel like eating lunch, and I didn't want to deal with Draco after that last class. What are you doing up here?"
"Well, Ron and Hermione are fighting again, and I didn't want to deal with them at each other's throats. Thanks for telling Draco off like that. How do you know all that stuff about him? And what did you mean by that part about your family? I mean, you don't have to tell if you don't want to, but I won't tell anyone."
"Well, I know about his family through my aunt. She's a designer, and his mom hired her to make some of their clothes. I've been to his house before, but, I didn't want them to know what I looked like, so I morphed.
"I actually come from royalty, but don't tell anyone that."
"But Wizards don't have royal families. The closest to that is pureblood." Harry interrupted.
"You're right, wizards don't but vampires do. You see, my aunt and uncle are Count and Countess of Walachia in Romania, and my mom is a Zeklos, one of the twelve royal vampire families, she's a princess. I'm heir to the title of Princess Zeklos, and Countess of Walachia. Also, if I marry my boyfriend, I'll become Duchess of Walachia."
"Wow. So why did you want to come here. I know there has to be some schools in Romania."
"Well, there, when someone hears the name 'Ravenscroft' they bow. Here, almost no one knows who I am."
"Wait, did you say vampire?"
"Yes. I did, I'm not saying I am one (not saying I'm not) just that I'm related to a lot of them."
We sat there at the bottom of the silver ladder for the rest of lunch talking about a variety of things. I told him about America, and Romania. He told me about what it was like growing up with his aunt and uncle. I told him that I played Quidditch, and player seeker. He told me about the teams here. Then I told him about a sport he didn't know about, my favorite, Quid. Quid is like Quidditch, but at a higher pace, and it's a contact sport. The brooms have a special wrist strap, and a following spell so that if you are thrown from the broom, if will follow you and try to catch you.
At that he was amazed, looking at me with a look of complete shock; he said to me, "You really aren't like other girls, are you?"
"No, I have a lot of cousins, plus my godparents' families, which are like my own, and out of 18 of us, there are only three girls. It's me, my god sister, Amelia, and my cousin, Allegera. Amelia is the oldest by 2 months, I'm in the middle and Allegera is six months younger than me. The rest are all boys; some younger, some older."
"How many are there? Enough for at least three Quidditch teams, plus some extras, and then there's Dravian, who gets nosebleeds every time he flies, so he acts as referee."
"Wow…that must be really great."
"It gets annoying some times, but most of the time it is pretty cool. My grandmother on my mom's side had 9 brothers and sisters. And they all had kids. Every year, we hold a HUGE family reunion at my Grandmother Zeklos' mansion. And play Quidditch, Quid, and race."
"I wish I had a big family. The only family I have is my aunt, uncle, and cousin. And they don't really count."
"You know, family is not just the people that are related to you. I mean, how long have you and Ron and Hermione been best friends? Probably, since first year, if I'm not mistaken."
"Yeah, the Weasley's are the only true family I've ever known. I've spent some of every summer there since after first year, and Hermione is like a sister to me. Plus there's Remus and Sirius."
"When you say Sirius, I'm guessing you mean Black?"
"Forget I said that. I never said those names."
"But I know who they are. Remus Lupin is a werewolf. He is for the Light. Sirius Black came from a Dark family, but is also for the Light. Sirius escaped from Azkaban, and has out run the ministry so far. What are they to you?"
"Lupin was one of my dad's best friends, and Sirius was like my dad's brother. Dad and Sirius were like me and Ron. Sirius is my Godfather. Please don't tell anyone that I told you this."
"I won't, you can count on me."
"You know, I feel like I could tell you any thing and you would take it to your grave. I don't know why, because I don't usually open up to anyone but my closest friends, and even then I don't tell them everything. What do you mean by 'for the light'?"
"That's what everyone I know call the good side. I mean it makes since; Voldemort side is the dark."
Just then, the bell rang.
Walking into the room, I took a seat next to Harry, and soon Ron joined us. We spent the rest of the period reading the Dream Oracle and spent the last ten minutes of class interpreting dreams, which Ron, Harry, and I made up. The bell rang, and we got up and left.
Reaching Umbridge's room I took a deep breath and walked in.
A/N: i'm sorry you guys, my internet is down, and i have no idea when i'll be able to update again. i'm trying my best. bear with me.