This is extremely unfortunate for you guys, and I do apologize deeply, but I tried and therefore you should not criticize me. I just simply cannot write in the third person. I have to write in first, so I will still be using point of views, but it will be in first person. Sorry about that kiddies.
~My sincerest apologies. -Queen Satan (just kidding, I'm not Satan.)
P.S. I know Harry shouldn't have his cloak on the first day, but I'm changing it a bit so he does. (story behind that: Dumbledore gave Hagrid the cloak to give to Harry when he got his letter, saying that it was all they could find in the house after the murders. Harry told Ron about it on the train where they talked about it during dinner. (that's how the twins know about it))
Nelina's View
Fred and George entered the Great Hall right after me, sitting down on either side of me. George grabbed a strand of my hair, pretending to use it as a paint brush on the table, Fred following his lead. "Wow twin, for a brush with this much ink it sure doesn't write well." He said, George nodding in agreement as he frantically scribbled on my arm with it, the hairs tickling me and causing light giggles. My eyes flicked to the Slytherin table where Draco was sitting next to Blaise looking rather upset.
He seemed to start to pull his face out of his arm and lift his head to look at me when my attention was diverted to where Fred sat next to me, saying my name and looking rather worried. "You okay?" George asked on my other side.
"You kind of zoned out on us there." Fred said, finishing George's sentences as usual. I nodded and looked to the other side of the room once more, stealing a glance at my houses table. Draco was trying to push Pansy Parkinson away, but Blaise's intense stare caught my eye. He raised his eyebrow when he noticed I was looking and I turned away, feeling the heat on my cheeks.
"I'm fine." I said turning back towards the boys. "I just, was wondering what my house was up to across the hall." I admitted, only giving them half the truth. I was really only wondering how Draco was doing across the hall. They nodded and turned back to the table, where the trio of first years were sitting down across from us. "Harry." I said, adding some food to my plate, still not used to the crazy amounts of food provided to us after years of eating scraps. "I'll return the cloak to you soon. Thank you so much for letting me borrow it." I said, my side being attacked rather harshly by a grinning George's elbow.
"Of course. But you never told me why you were in our dorms." Harry inquired and I sighed, pressing a palm to my forehead.
"Draco. Malfoy." I whispered and all eyes were on me, including the twins, who looked more shocked then anyone. "He tried to kiss me last night, and I freaked a little, so I decided to go for a walk to get away from him. You know, get some distance. I got lost on the moving staircases though because they're still kind of confusing and found myself in front of the fat ladies portrait. I decided to come in, maybe find one of you guys to help me find my way back, but she said I had to listen to her sing first. Her god awful singing attracted Filch, who started to come after me. When she finally let me in, I didn't have any time to get away from Filch, so I ran up one of the flights of stairs.
"It was the boys side, and I really know Fred and George better then Harry and Ron... So I found the third years room. And found Fred." I said with a shrug of my shoulders. The boys all stared at me, Hermione had her nose in a book but I could see over it to the look of disgust she was trying to hide. She was too proper for my taste, it reminded me of the nuns back at home.
"Malfoy tried to kiss you?" Harry asked, bewildered. The other boys seemed to unconsciously lean in, as if they hung on my answer. I nodded, then went back to my breakfast. "What a prat." He muttered before shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
"So, since you're sitting here, does that mean we can conclude that you do not enjoy your new house?" George nudged playfully. I swallowed my pumpkin juice and thought for a moment before replying carefully, realizing as I looked around that most of the Gryffindor table was now staring at me.
"I have no reason to dislike them. Other then Malfoy being a right big prat." I said and Ron laughed at my response. The people closest to us at the table smirked and seemed to ease up a bit, though not completely comfortable with me yet. "I feel like a deer during hunting season." I whispered, looking at the questionable glances of the Gryffindors, and the hateful glares of the Slytherins from across the room.
Fred slung his arm across my shoulder, pulling me so I rested into his side. "I think it's cool. Rebellious even, maybe you were meant to be Slytherin!" He said and the group laughed, George the first to speak up after his twin.
"Definitely a revolutionary. No one has been this bold since.. I don't think anyone's ever been this bold. Slytherin and Gryffindor are enemies and that's just how it works. There never really was any room for a difference." I shook my head and bit into my toast.
"That's bloody stupid." I murmured and they all silently agreed, the group going silent. Snape walked up to the table behind Harry and Ron, his expression blank, and his eyes showing no hints of amusement as they bore a hole into my skull. I could feel the hatred he seemed to emit as he handed a piece of paper to me.
"I see someone has no sense of house pride, miss Alexander." He drawled as I opened the letter to find my time tables inside of it. I groaned as I studied the list, the very first class I had was double potions with the Gryffindors.
"I already know all of this years potions, I mean I read the whole book on the train. Why do I even need to go to class." I sighed as Harry looked at me apologetically.
"At least we'll be in your class. That should make it a little better, right?" Ronald piped up and I forced a smile to cross my face as I looked at his hopeful face. I nodded and he seemed to relax in his seat, like my approval made him feel better. The image of him seeking my approval sent me back to the days of elementary school.
The boys at the school were a lot different then at the orphanage. They didn't know I could do things without trying, without touching anything. They just thought I was pretty. They would follow me around the playground, and whenever the orphanage boys would pick on me, they would protect me. It was like I had this whole little group who were determined to keep me safe, keep me in perfect condition.
I would go home everyday excited to get back to school, where I could escape the kids who tormented me for who I really was inside the hollow walls of Mother Tilns. But one day, everything changed. A boy from the orphanage name Jaredd came to me and my gang during recess, and wouldn't leave me alone no matter how much the boys threatened him. He kept aggravating me until I cried, and that's when everything came crumbling down.
I stared at him and as soon as the word left my mouth it was like they were some sort of compactor, squeezing him. "I hate you." I whispered and my eyes widened as in front of me his whole body seemed to clench, his arms were pushed in front of him by some unseen force and he started choking, hus hands moving as if he were trying to reach out, to get our help. I cried even harder, telling him I was sorry, to stop acting. I hadn't meant it.
The harder I cried, the faster he seemed to be squished together. One of the boys, the only boy who hadn't backed away in fear at this point came up to me, trying to calm me down. My tears were coming too fast and I was in hysterics by now, screaming while someone had gone to get the teacher. As they saw that he wasn't getting hurt, more and more boys came to comfort me with the one brave boy, but nothing worked.
The boy dropped to the floor suddenly, all eyes turned away from me and to where the boy laid motionless, his chest not moving. I dropped to my knees beside him and shook him, telling him to wake up. I screamed at that boy until the teacher came to pry me away from him. The boys stopped following me after that. Everyone had become afraid of me and I no longer had anyone until Amy came. I had been left completely alone.
I could feel tears prickling my eyes as the memory returned to my mind. It was always there, in the back. Like a cougar waiting for the right time to jump on it's prey. It was the first time I had killed somebody. Only one other time had that happened, had someone died because of something I could do. I tried hard after that to control myself, to keep things calm, to bottle things up.
I looked up to see everyone staring at me, Fred looking specifically worried as he moved to place a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I dodged him quickly, ducking under his arm just as I had done to Draco the night before. Quickly I made my way out of the Great Hall, stumbling around through my now flood of tears. I couldn't see past the rain coming from my eyes but I kept going, telling myself that I could blindly make it somewhere safe.
I decided the safest place would be to go up, and made my way towards the staircases, the giant structures the only thing I seemed to be able to make out in the castle at the moment. I kept going up until I had thought I was a few floors high, and slid my hand across the hall, hiccuping as I dried my eyes with the sleeve of my free hand. My fingers found an empty space, a concealed hall and I looked around before entering it, finding a door at the end and pushing my way through.
The room was empty save for a mirror that stood exactly center of the front wall. A window took up almost the whole of the back wall, the moonlight streaming in and giving the room a beautiful but eerie lighting as I moved around the room, finally coming to stand in front of the mirror. I looked in the mirror and let out a small sob, the picture in front of me seeming like a cruel joke.
In front of me stood Narcissa Malfoy, and a man who was taller then her only slightly, with messy jet black hair and hazel eyes, much resembling Harry. His glasses were pushed up his nose and he smiled down at me ruffling the hair on my head. Narcissa placed a hand reassuringly on my shoulder and it made me glance back, almost hoping that she was really there.
I backed away from the mirror, not wanting to stare at the image any longer before leaving the room. I took notice of where I was and saw that I had been staring at the mirror for much longer then I had thought. The student body was now making it's way outside of the Great Hall and towards their classes. I saw the two redheads, staring down at the first years in glee as one of them pulled a box out of his pocket, the contents of which seemed to bring them more joy then watching Ron get yelled at by their mother.
I hurried down the stairs just as they started dropping small pieces of fever fudge from the railing, levitating them into the mouths of unsuspecting first years. I took a deep breath to keep myself from laughing and went up, hitting them both in the back of the head. "What's wrong with you?!" I asked rather loudly, making half the corridor stare up at us. (The other half was suddenly realizing they needed to go to the nurse.) Fred spun around, his giant smile dropping as his eyes scanned over my face.
"Nothing is wrong with us." George said with a frown as he looked over his shoulder towards me. I shook my head and let out a huge sigh before looking to Fred, sensing he was the more reasonable one.
"What exactly are you doing?" I hissed and he seemed to shrink back a little, looking an awful lot like a puppy that had just been kicked. I held out my hand and he took it, his face a mixture of hurt and confusion as I pulled him aside to a classroom that seemed as if it had been vacant for years. "What is the matter with you?" I said, jumping onto a table and motioning for him to come sit next to me. "Honestly, I've known you for two days and already you hate my house, you were oddly okay with me jumping into your bed in the middle of the night, and you seem to be wrapped around my finger." I dragged on the story getting an awful lot longer as he made his way over, standing in front of me as his brow creased on his forehead.
I was in the middle of telling him how impossible it was we could be so comfortable is such a little time when he lips pressed lightly down on mine, the smell of his skin suddenly overwhelming my senses. He pulled back much too quickly for my liking, his lips twisted into a perfectly lopsided grin. "Do you ever shut up?" He whispered before turning and leaving the room.
