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Chapter 2: What a drag?
I had lost control. I was so stupid! I retreated to the back of the train into the compartment where they stored the animals and luggage.
I punched a hole in the wall. I roared with anger. How could I have been so stupid? Letting that weasel get under my skin like that. That was what I was supposed to be doing! I let him stir me up. I would kill him! That would solve it! No! I couldn't but I wanted to.
I hadn't felt like this in a while. No one knows how to stir me up except Blaise. My growl ripped through the compartment again. I smashed a crate sitting alone in the corner then kicked down an owl's cage. I needed to calm down or surly I would forget my mission.
I felt damaged, broken. I roared again! I had never got this upset when someone brought up the past. I heard the compartment open up. I looked over to the door. My brother Blaise stood in the door way. I slammed to my knees, Blaise quickly arriving at my side, his dark jet black hair falling into his eyes. I could barley see them but I knew that the phosphorus blue of his eyes were still there.
"Are you alright?" asked Blaise. He was looking down at me, my eyes locking with his. I started to tremble with anger. "What happened?"
"I snapped! I lost control of my anger. I wanted to kill him Blaise!" I answered. I shook my head. This would be a long school year.
Blaise nodded and held me before replying "Well you'll have to work on that. Come on, I got a compartment for us."
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The Great hall was the same as I remembered it. I didn't expect change but the excitement I had felt for the ceiling of the hall had faded. I no longer held a longing to look up at it. Hell, I barely even gave it a second look as I walked in.
My thoughts were interrupted by a first year crashing into me. I turned around quickly and held the girl away from me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see the group stop. I would'nt(wouldn't) have bumped into you." she apologized. "I'm so sorry..."
I raised my hand to silence her. She was young and I could smell the fear on her. I did not want to hear her continue to babble out apologies so I turned and began to push my way through the first years.
Dumbledore was making us be sorted again Well technically he assumed this was our first time being sorted but clearly that's not true. Where had Blaise ventured off to? He was always disappearing.
"When I call your name step up to the stool to be sorted," said McGonagall. "Heather Appleton."
"Hufflepuff!" screamed the hat. I let my mind wonder a little bit. I didn't need to pay much attention to this. It was of no use to me what houses these first years are sorted into.
My eyes wondered over to the Gryffindor table, Potter wasn't paying any attention to the sorting either. He was watching me. His eyes scanned me again and then he blinked before shaking his head hard. Our eyes locked again and then he raised his hand to me. I shook my head. What was he doing?
He raised his pointer finger and index finger to me but I realized it to late. I gasped as he brought his fingers to his heart. How did he know?
"Blaise Volturi?" I watched as Blaise walked over to the sorting hat. He sat there for a while as the hat decided. Blaise smirked, and I knew then the house he would end up in.
"Slytherin!" the hat hollered out and Blaise took his seat at the Slytherin table. I looked back at Potter, he was still looking at me. Wondering what house I would end up in no doubt. I smirked at him, he would be shocked.
"Hermione Volturi." I broke my eyes away from Harry and stepped toward the stool and sat. I felt the hat being placed on my head.
"Slytherin!" it called out. That was it? I expected more. Maybe a little speech inside of my head as Potter had described in our first year, but then again everyone isn't the Boy Who Lived. I sneered. Stupid Potter. Stupid, stupid Potter! How could he have known?
It's my own fault. I should have been more careful.
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It had been two weeks since our arrival at Hogwarts. It had been very dull except for the slight reaction from the teachers at the mention of my last name. Lunch was never entertaining. The only part about lunch that was remotely interesting was the little arguing between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins but it was never note worthy.
Class was even worse. I had learned all of this and more during my time away. Potions were a drag but Snape seemed to find me and Blaise very intriguing.
"Miss Volturi what is one key ingredient in Confusing draught?" asked Snape as he hovered over me.
"Sneezeworts Professor." I stated, the question was too easy and of course I knew the answer to such a trivial question. Hm, maybe I should use the potion on Potter. Then I wouldn't have to avoid him like the bloody black plague.
"Very good. Miss Volturi. Maybe a more difficult question then?" he wondered. "What will a mixture that includes powdered moonstone and syrup of hellebore result in?"
"That's easy Professor, it would result in the Draught of Peace." I replied smug. Another question I was positive I had gotten right.
"Excellent Miss Volturi." Snape turned toward the class. "If only everyone was as special as you."
If only he knew.