These are bloopers from various parts of the fanfiction, don't ask why. They didn't make it into the story, because they were either totally out of character, or completely ridiculous. These are simply made for fun.

As always, I don't own Harry Potter or it's Characters. I do own Vespera, and co-own Jaelah :3

From Chapter 9 (near the middle):

This one was made because I didn't know the exact description I had wanted to use for the owl, if I wanted to make noise or glare, the noise making made it into the story. It also gives background as to why the Weasleys didn't know about Vespera being on the quidditch team.

I then walked back to where we got the broom from, put it in, and then walked into the manor.

I went upstairs and saw an owl in my room, it was just sitting there, then it just sat there and glared at me as though it were waiting on me to read the letter that was tied on it's foot.

I walked over and carefully untied it, "Can you give me a moment to respond?"

It continued glaring at me, and did not move, or blink. Someone had sent me a cursed owl who was going to glare me to my death. I opened the letter, and saw that it was from Fred.

Dear Star,

It was a nightmare to meet you yesterday. I'm writing in the hopes that you aren't killed yet living in the Malfoy Manor. Mum has grounded Ronikins in his room until the first day of Hogwarts, therefore it's safe to come over whenever. I'm sure the Malfoy's have a floo, most wizards do. Say you want to go to The Burrow, and you'll show up in our living room. Please reply soon, or else George and I may have to infiltrate the Malfoys.

Yours Truly,

Fred Weasley

I had to chuckle at his letter, and quickly started a reply, out of fear that this owl was going to kill me:

Dear Fred,

It was the same to meet you. I'm glad not all wizards are as stuck up as the Malfoy's are. Although, they are quite kind, and let me keep to myself. It would help if Draco wasn't so pushy. We went to ride brooms, my first time on one mind you, then next thing you know, I have Marcus Flint on the field offering me a spot on the Slytherin quidditch team! Apparently, I'm a 'natural born seeker' because I can 'catch a snitch in less than 15 minutes.' What if I don't end up in Slytherin? He'll probably become my worst enemy because he wants me on the team. Being in this house is a headache. Honestly, Jaelah yelled at me because she wasn't watch where she was going. Then the house-elf Dobby is so odd and won't help me find where I need to be, I've gotten lost several times.

Yes, the Malfoy's have a floo. Who doesn't have a floo? Why is your home called The Burrow? It seems to be an odd name. If you infiltrate the Malfoy Manor, be careful, there are a lot of wards protecting it. I'll try to come over soon.

Truly yours,

Vespera Salazar

P.S. Your owl is glaring at me.

I quickly sealed the letter, and tied it onto the owl's leg, while the owl kept trying to bite me. I would never correspond with this owl again.

I later learned that the owl never reached the Weasley house, which explained how they didn't know about me being on the Slytherin quidditch team when I arrived. The owl, flew into the wards of the Malfoy Manor, frying it's brains (Mister Malfoy killed it promptly after finding it, which was after I left).

From Chapter 13:

This was written just for laughs, because Jaelah and I were so bored one day. I had the thought to not be completely violent.

This Professor was getting on my nerves, so I did the unthinkable, the last thing anyone should ever do to a professor.

I pulled out a piece of cake and handed it to him. "This is the best cake ever created Professor Snape, it came straight off the Hogwarts Express. You look like you could use some of this cake. It might lighten your mood some."

He glared at me, then took the cake and began eating it, then he lit up, "This cake. Is amazing. The best cake I have ever had. No one, has ever given me cake before!" He smiled at me, "You'll do very well in this house Miss Salazar." Then he proceeded to lead us towards the common room, with no more cake in his, or my, possession.

From Chapter 14:

The alternative story for what COULD have happened in the first class of transfiguration.

When we reached the classroom, we walked in and sat down, waiting for the professor to enter. There was a tabby cat, sitting there, doing nothing.

Draco leaned over to me, "Think we should ditch class?"

I shook my head and wrote on a piece of paper, "Even better. Let's kill the cat."

He grinned, and wrote "You grab it, I'll kill it."

I stood up, and Jaelah asked, "What are you doing?"

I looked at her, my back to the cat and winked, "I'm going to the bathroom." I then wrote on a piece of parchment, 'Vespera Salazar has gone to the loo.' and sat the paper on the desk. The cat tilted it's head, as if it were reading the paper.

When the cat read the paper, I grabbed it, and Draco ran up with his wand. "Scourgify!" a chunk of it's hair fell out on the top of it's head.

That was when the cat bit me, and I dropped it. Then the cat grew into a full grown woman. Professor McGonagall. Oops.

"Detention for the next 2 months Miss Salazar and Mister Malfoy. 100 points from Slytherin." McGonagall was missing a chunk of her hair (more like half of her hair). She then pointed her wand to the floo, and asked for something. Then returned, pulling a hat out of her desk.

Then, we began the lesson of the day, reading Chapter one with a 4 feet essay to follow.

This part is as per request by Mariam Nisar, as to what Voldemort's opinion of Vespera is, even in his weakened state.

"That girl. She's powerful, so much raw magic," a raspy voice stated.

"Yes Master. She's one of the wisest students." The voice of Quirrell replied in a clear even tone. Looking around the room, it appeared as if he were talking to himself. Only, upon further looking, one would notice he didn't have his turban on that he always wore. His head had balded, and on the back of his head, there was a face.

The face was indescribable, as if it were barely there. It looked as if there were no nose to this face, and that it had been affected by age. The face was pale, perhaps from always being underneath the turban, but maybe, because it was due to the weakness the person this face belonged to had. The face of Lord Voldemort, long thought dead to the wizarding world.

"Find out about her. She may be very useful to us," Voldemort commanded to Quirrell.

"Yes Master." He began to wrap the turban back upon his head, allowing him freedom to travel the grounds of Hogwarts, without being caught.

He left his classroom, glancing around the halls to make sure no students were there. Then he exited to go towards the class the child was in now, charms. He cast a spell on the door, allowing him to see through it. He saw the girl waving her wand, perfectly casting the charm. Another girl near her, Jaelah, was equally as talented. Both seemed to be excelling in their work in charms, and the minimal work they had done in defense against the dark arts, only two more classes before they would have a better idea about her excellence.

He lingered in the shadows, as the students all went to lunch, then he went up the corridor to make his presence shown in the Dining Hall.

After the hideous lunch, Quirrell informed Dumbledore that he was canceling his evening classes, because he was not feeling well, and the old coot let him.

He followed the child to her potions class. She seemed to be promising in potions as well. She and the Jaelah girl took the time to mess with other's potions as well.

Quirrell quickly walked back to his office, and removed his turban again. "Master?"

The face on the back of his head seemed very satisfied, "I believe that girl will be very useful to us. I want her on our side. I also want the Phantomhive girl. Their wands are powerful, and so is their magic. When I rise, we will summon them."

Quirrell nodded, "Yes, Master."

The later events of the week seemed odd, especially for the girls' lives.

The two would have killing a person on their conscious. No one would find out, but the potion itself was undeadly, what became deadly was when a mysterious spell was cast on it. If someone had looked closer at the potion, they would have learned of a spell that would have tracked back to Quirrell's wand.

Quirrell, or better yet Voldemort, was the one responsible for the death of the two boys.

That's all folks! I hope that you have enjoyed Vespera Salazar!

I've fixed many mistakes in the first few chapters, and realized I hate editing things. If a future reader reads the story and finds something odd, then let me know, and I'll look back on it!

In other news: I have started typing book 2!

So guess what?

Pretend that you guys like me.

Because if you keep reading this you'll learn something fantastic.

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I really hate giving extra lines, so here you go, a secret note.

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I know this is a blooper chapter, but here have an excerpt of the first chapter of book 2!

As I sat in the opening feast for the year, I looked down the many tables of Hogwarts. The first years had been sorted, and all had been accounted for, unlike last year when Vespera was missing when her name was called.

I looked down the Slytherin table, and saw everyone being their normal selves, sophisticated and well mannered. None of them looked like they had that much of a worry to deal with, except for Draco.

Draco, was a mess. I wouldn't forget the day that he, that we, found out about Vespera.

I glanced over at the Gryffindor table, and saw Fred laughing and messing with his younger sister. He had moved on, he had at least put on the appearance of being okay. I did take notice that Ronald and Harry weren't there. Rumor had it there was a flying car involved with them attempting to get to Hogwarts.

I picked and shoved my food around, not eating that much. A year ago today was when I first really began to become friends with Vespera. When we went back to the common room, and had our first interaction, the miscommunication between her and Pansy about the broom.

I hope that you all have fun waiting! I'll try to be quick with getting book 2 out.

If you have any sort of suggestions, anyone, let me know!

Until next time,

Stefan Lee Salvatore