Twilee - Hiya everybody!! I'd like to thank all those who read, and liked, my story! Hopefully this new chapter will meet your standards though I'll warn you now, this chapter is just a set up/transition to the next chapter where I'll begin writing more introductions as well as her roomates, classes, an-
Bree-chan - HEY! Don't spoil it!
Twilee - Oh, right. Hehe, sorry! Anyway on with the show!!
...
...
(Cricket chirps)
...
Bree-chan - (Deadpans) I gave you three lines and a cricket chirp to remember what you forgot and you're STILL not DOING ANYTHING?! (Takes deep breath) I'll give you a hint... It starts with 'Dis' and ENDS with 'CLAIMER'!!!
Twilee - ... ... ... ... Oh! I know!
Bree-chan - ABOUT TIME!
Twilee - Sorry, I've been having a bit of a slow day and some of my mind is still with my sister playing Tales of the Abyss. Anyway, no I do not own Naruto or Harry Potter or anything else mentioned in here that has to do with a known manga/anime.
The feast ended and Oomizu ended up meeting many... hormonal pure-bloods, but thankfully most were polite and did not make a fuss when she rejected their advances. 'For some reason I doubt Slytherin will be so polite. Hopefully I won't need to worry that much about Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw...' However as she left she was halted by none other than Albus Dumbledore himself. "Miss Uzumakiseiun-Ravenclaw, I'd like to personally welcome you to Hogwarts and let you know that if you need anything I'll help you as long as it is within my power." Oomizu sighed and resisted the thought of rolling her eyes, "I appreciate the thought, sir, but I don't take kindly to favoritism. Unless you offer this 'favor' to everyone in Hogwarts then I'm afraid I must decline. If you don't mind I must unpack."
Leaving behind the still contemplating headmaster, Oomizu quickly walked down the halls after retrieving her luggage. 'That Dumbledore is a fool of an old man that uses his age to manipulate people into doing things that he wants them to do. I think he'll find out soon that I'm not about to be his little puppet.' It didn't help that he supposedly protects Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Now he was known as the Leader of the Light, though personally she just thought he was full of hot air. But really and truly she couldn't think of what he was trying to do other than gain her 'trust', because with Voldemort defeated there was nothing 'dark' left to be taken care of. Surely he couldn't be thinking of taking of the world of magic?
Oomizu shook herself from her thoughts as she came to a stop in front of the large portrait that led to the Gryffindor House. Speaking the password the frame swung open to reveal a busy room. Many students were trying to find their rooms though most of the confusion emanated from the first-years. Stepping in, Oomizu quickly walked through the throngs to the girls' dormitory. Once inside, she got to work on unpacking a little bit of the stuff she brought. A chakra-based alarm clock was placed on the polished Oakwood end-table. This little clock sent off small vibrations into her chakra that would wake her immediately.
Next to be placed on the mini-table was a photo of Itachi after he was proven innocent of the Uchiha Massacre. Oomizu and Itachi had dated, but real romance always seemed absent from their relationship. It wasn't until she confided in him her immortality that they realized their relationship was more on the level of brother and sister. He would die and she would live on, nothing could stop that, but she preferred to remember him as the stoic young man instead of the gray-haired man of 69 lying on his deathbed with a fatal illness.
Caressing the frame she shook her head once more. Stealing one last glance at the picture she turned her head and collected all schoolbooks she would need for this year and put it into an organizational bag that shrunk whatever was put into it and instantly organized it alphabetically. One of her personal creations. In a hidden pocket she snuck in a few of her 'ancestor's' books, a couple of sweets to munch on, and a simple golden band ring. With her bag ready, her robe for the next day carefully folded over the end of her bed and so far no roommates had entered the room. Oomizu wisely took this time to activate the dress-sphere she had been given to change her clothing into a pair of pajamas. But these were no ordinary pajamas; they were hexed so that should anyone enter the room with malicious intent, it would cast a shield over her entire body.
Yawning, Oomizu thought about what would happen. After staring into space for a few minutes she scoffed, no use trying to predict the future and with that she flopped onto her back and pulled the curtain connected to the bunk-bed but not before setting the alarm clock for 3 am. No use not getting in some exercise.
00000000000000
The Next Day
00000000000000
After five hours of warming up, stretching and studying Oomizu finally dressed in skintight black capris, a light blue long-sleeve V-neck, and white taped boots. This and three other outfits were the only normal clothes she brought that weren't connected to her dress-sphere that was worn at all times. Besides, not many clothes were needed as she could just make them clean with a little washing spell. Speaking of spells she had forgotten to take her wand out of it's own little travel case. Retrieving the case from her trunk she smiled at the polished wood that she had carefully shined whenever she got bored.
This wand was most likely the most powerful, though it was most often that she repeated the phrase, "It's not the wand that is strong, it is the will that aims it". Meaning that no matter how strong it is if you can't control it then it's no better than picking up a stick out of a park. Unusually similar to Zanpakutos without the soul.
Anyway, Oomizu's wand was made from Chankiri wood, which was known as the Killing Tree for when children were hung from it's branches and slain in ancient Asia. The blood of victims soon changed the structure of the tree into something deadly, as anything that came from it was fatally poisonous. However, after many experiments, Oomizu managed to find that should it be mixed with the venom of a Black Mamba and a scale from a Basilisk, the poison is neutralized. However, it was mixed in with the wood so it could not be the core, but since the ingredients came from creatures that were considered deadly she needed to balance it with something very… angelic or good.
After much searching she finally found the perfect core; a feather of a Golden Eagle twined together with a strand of hair from a mother Amphitheatre. The Golden Eagle is a deadly predator, but when in a flock each are considered heavenly protectors. Legends have stated that many young children had been saved by such beasts of the air, and also taking in the fact that Golden Eagles only fly in a flock before great disasters. An Amphitheatre is a Dragon that has no limbs other than wings and a tail and is covered in downy fur with tail feathers and wing feathers. Usual color is aquamarine blue and sea-foam green. Small pebbled scales cover the underbelly and underside of the neck, but longer hairs grown along the wings. Amphitheatres hate conflict and remain highly secluded so that they may not fight territorial wars among their own. Mother Amphitheatres, while laying eggs, gather magic from the air within the surrounding two miles to help the laying. This makes their entire bodies hum with magic, every single hair and scale absorb unlimited amount of untapped energy. Though Oomizu almost lost her head when she plucked off a hair.
The wand itself looked slightly red and tan with flecks of blue, green, black and white.
Caressing the wood, Oomizu smiled softly as she thought of all the hard work she had put into learning the secret trade of wand making. Olivander's father had certainly liked his secrets and it took many bribes of hard-to-obtain items to finally get him to teach her. Finding each item was an entire journey of its own.
Oomizu's head snapped up as the girl in the opposite bed began to move. Quickly and carefully placing her wand in her bag she shrugged on her robe before slinging the bag over her shoulder and briskly walking out the door before the girl could fully rub the sleep from her eyes.
00000000000000
Dumbledore's POV
00000000000000
Dumbledore entered the Great Hall with his usual expression plastered over his face. The bearded man kept a keen eye over his students as the cacophony of noise rose and dropped. Though his eyes kept their attentive shine, if one were to look closely enough they would see that the Headmaster's mind was actually only focused on one particular student. A student whose name was not Harry Potter, but in fact Oomizu Uzumakiseiun-Ravenclaw. Dumbledore's first attempt to at least gain her favor had failed miserably, something he had not expected so quickly. The girl seemed to know that there was more than surface words, something most students overlooked even in a world where wizarding is about hidden motives.
Dumbledore had not taken the time to think of a Plan B, but this new discovery of her intelligence just became yet another problem. The Headmaster placed the safety of the new generation of wizards very highly and if Voldemort were to come back or a follower became too ambitious, the Uzumakiseiun would be their first target because of her family's reputation. Should the lass prove loyal then Dumbledore would have no problem trusting her… But should she seem unstable… He would have no choice but to kill her.
00000000000000
Normal POV
00000000000000
Oomizu was unlucky for the fact that the Weasley twins had woken up early enough to grab two seats directly in front of her. Both seemed unusually interested in her as she took a bite of her syrup-drowned waffle. Once swallowed she calmly stated, "If you're here to ask for a date then I'm afraid I must decline." The one on the left smiled widely as his brother chuckled, "We're not here to ask for a date."
Oomizu raised an eyebrow at their vague answer, wariness filling her eyes as she grabbed her goblet. A very slight whiff of something different than pumpkin juice slid past her nose and she set the goblet down with a clink, her eyes never leaving the two redheads. Oomizu smirked, "Nice try, but you're gonna have to do better than that if you want to trick me."
"Trick you? Pray tell, why would we trick you?" The one on the right asked, as he shrugged innocently. The Kunoichi dipped a finger into the goblet and after a minute of being exposed to air it turned polka-dot neon purple and green. "I might not know your reasons, but I suspect this would've turned everything from my teeth to my tongue this color." She chuckled as she wiped her finger clean, "Quite ingenious actually but you need to work on your subtlety. Later!"
Getting up she grabbed her backpack and returned it to its former position over her shoulder as she left behind two inspired pranksters. Snapping open a folded paper from her pocket, bright tri-color blended eyes shifted over each class and chuckled, "This year should be quite easy. Hopefully Hogwarts has not lowered its standards." Slitted Sapphire Blue/Amethyst Purple/Glossy Pink eyes snapped up and for a second almost seemed a golden red before Oomizu grinned, "Bring it on."
Twilee - And there we end, waiting for yet another-hopefully-epic chapter on the life of Oomizu!! (Dramatic Pose)
Bree-chan - ... You forgot to take your medication today, didn't you?
Twilee - Maybe... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEASE REVIEW WITH CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM!!
Twilight's Oblivion, signing out!