Chapter 2
Trinity was the first Gryffindor awake the next morning. She got out of bed and crossed the room, quietly entering the shower to prepare herself for the day. She washed her long raven hair before tying it into a messy bun; a few strands were left framing her fair face. She pulled on her black tights and skirt before buttoning up her long sleeved white shirt, pulling on her grey v-necked jumper with the Gryffindor emblem on the left breast.
Trinity then adorned her lashes with a single sweep of the black mascara brush before lining her eyes with a thin smokey grey line, making her emerald eyes appear greener. She cleared her throat before leaving the bathroom, carrying her nightwear with her.
She made her bed before picking up her books, Gryffindor robes, red and gold striped tie and black dolly shoes, before heading downstairs into the common room.
Trinity had read the first chapter of potions before any of the other Gryffindors appeared, they too were reading from their textbooks or chatting to one another. From her place on the armchair, Trinity could see everyone, and very soon enough - a head of Weasley red hair.
"Good morning, George." She said quietly as the boy dumped himself on the couch, his shirt untucked and his tie hanging loosely around his neck.
He blinked himself awake before looking up and smiling at her. "Morning." He replied, he eyed the textbook sitting open on her lap. "What're you reading?"
Trinity flipped back to the front of the book, "Potions," she replied with a shy smile. "It's my worst subject." She whispered as though it was a secret.
"I can't help you with that." He stated, watching her. "What's your best subject?"
Trinity shrugged, "I don't know, but while I was home-schooled, they said I was very good at Charms."
George frowned, "who's they?" He asked.
Trinity looked left and right before looking up at him gingerly and leaning fowards. "The...Deatheaters." She whispered.
George nodded in understanding. "Good morning, Ronald." He stated after hearing and recognising his brothers footsteps.
Trinity sat and read her book quietly whilst George and Ron examined their timetables and it wasn't long until Ginny joined them. "Morning all." The youngest Weasley greeted them cheerily.
"Hey, sis." Ron and George said in unision. Ron shifted up on the couch, sitting closer to Trinity's armchair, his timetable in his hands. "As we're both, you know, in the same year," he began, "we'll most likely have the same classes."
Trinity closed her textbook and pulled her timetable out of her bag. "First I have double Transfiguration." She stated, Ron nodded. "Then Herbology, Potions and Divination." Ron nodded again and smiled, "looks like you won't be getting lost on your first day." Trinity smiled shyly before turning to Ginny, still keeping her eyes to the floor, "will we have the same classes sometimes, Ginny? George?"
"Ginny's in the year below." Ron replied, "and George is the year above."
Trinity nodded in understanding, "what're the teachers like?" She asked timidly.
"Professor McGonagal is Head of Gryffindor, she's nice, but doesn't like students who're late." Ron remembered the time she'd treatened to turn either him or Harry into a pocket watch, back when they were first years. "Professor Sprout and Professor Slughorn are really nice, Professor Trelawny..." Ron couldn't help but chuckle, "she's mad. No doubt about that, when Umbridge was here from the Ministry, we all thought she'd been sent to the looney bin." Ginny nudged Ron in warning. "Ginny liked her though. She went to have tea with her most of the time when she was a third year. Umm..." he re-checked his timetable to see who else they had that day. "Professor Snape has been after the Dark Arts position for years, don't talk in his class, and don't forget to do your homework." Ron swallowed, "if he was a woman, he'd be on a permanent menopause. I've never had Professor Sinistra before - so I can't help you on that one. I don't know who the 'Purebred' teacher's going to be." He finished, honestly.
Trinity nodded gratefully, her eyes still fixed on the floor. "Thank you."
Ginny checked the time, "we should all be going," she rose to her feet, and Trinity noticed that most of the students in the common room were leaving. "Otherwise we'll miss breakfast."
Trinity sat at the Gryffindor table beside Ron and opposite George, silently reading her text book whilst everyone ate silently.
"You should eat something Trinity," Ginny stated, "you didn't eat dinner last night."
"I never eat breakfast" The raven haired Gryffindor replied, "and when I have dinner, I only eat something small. I'll eat lunch though." She smiled slightly.
Feeling eyes on her, Trinity turned around to see a few Hufflepuff students staring at her. When she turned around again, some of the students from Slytherin were watching her aswell, one girl in particular had short brown hair and a pug-like face. Trinity dropped her eyes back to her Potions book; she hated people looking at her, it made her feel really uncomfortable.
"Let's go to class." Ron rose to his feet and picked up his satchel, waiting patiently for Trinity to stuff her textbook into her bag and get up. Once she was ready, they said goodbye to Ginny and George before walking out of the Great Hall with a few other students who seemed to be going to Transfiguration themselves. Ron noticed Draco Malfoy walking with Pansy Parkinson and Crabbe and Goyle, a few Hufflepuffs were also leaving the Great Hall, the Patil twins and a couple of Ravenclaws from the same year also, Ron assumed they were heading towards Transfiguration too.
Along the way, Ron pointed out a few things to Trinity and told her what they were. "Hello, Sir Nicholas." Ron smiled at the ghost and waved. After being told not to call him 'Nearly-Headless-Nick' and shown the bloodied inside of the ghost's neck, Ron realised that Nicholas was much nicer when spoken to properly, either that or Ron had finally matured.
"Good morning, Mr. Weasley." The ghost grabbed his hair and pulled his head off his neck as if to 'take off his hat' before putting it back and floating on his way. Trinity gagged and held a hand to her mouth.
"You'll get used to it," Ron chuckled. "He did that to me in first year, while I was eating." Trinity grimaced, and as they reached Transfiguration, the corridors were filled with students making their way towards their first class of the day.
Ron, Trinity and the rest of the students filed into the classroom, and Ron took the desk second from the front; Trinity took the seat beside him.
"Look Crabbe, Weasley's got a new girlfriend!" A sneering voice said from behind them.
"Shove off, Malfoy." Ron grumbled, not bothering to turn around. Trinity kept her eyes to her desk as a second voice started to laugh.
It was another few minutes before Professor McGonagal swept into the room, taking her place at the teachers desk at the front of the class. After a quick introduction of herself to the new students, Minerva drew out her wand.
"Your task today is to turn the flower on the desk infront of you, into a butterfly." She turned to the flower beside her before tapping it lightly three times. "Mariposa." In a burst of colour, the dull looking dark blue flower transformed into a bright blue butterfly, which began to flutter around the classroom. Some of the students looked up in awe and most of the female students gasped at the sight of beauty. Trinity ignored it, keeping her eyes fixed on her desk.
"Your turn." Professor McGonagal smiled, "one, two, three, mariposa."
Trinity pulled out her wand, it was nine inches, and twisted into the shape of a corkscrew. Ron gaped at it, "woah." Trinity smiled shyly and held the wand so that he could see it. "What's the core?"
"Unicorn hair." She replied.
"And the wood?"
"Elm." She replied, turning to tap the flower infront of her, it was a daisy which had grown to the size of a sunflower (a Dancing Daisy). She gently tapped it three times, "mariposa." Silver sparks flew out the end of her wand and transformed the daisy into a beautiful white butterfly.
Ron watched it fly away before clearing his throat. "One, two, three, mariposar." Smoke came out of his wand, and the flower transformed into a beetle. The poor dark brown creature was stuck on it's back; wiggling and trying to flip itself over.
Trinity and Ron leant fowards to get a closer look at the creature. "At least I transfigured it." Ron stated, reaching fowards and turning the beetle onto it's legs. The insect hovered over the desk for a second before joining the butterflies fluttering above the students in the classroom.
After the second hour of Transfiguration went horribly wrong for Ron thanks to Malfoy, Trinity had to take Ron to Madam Pomfrey. The red head was currently throwing up slugs, his face a sickly green colour.
"You're going to have to show me the way." Trinity whispered as they walked past two Deatheaters. The Deatheaters were at Hogwarts roaming the corridors both day and night to make sure the students weren't up to mischeif, for example, brewing Polyjuice potion in the girls' bathroom.
"Up the-" he threw up another slug into the bucket he was holding "-stairs, to the right." Trinity linked arms with him and helped him up the stairs.
"Oh dear, not again Mr. Weasley." Poppy gushed as she helped Ron to a bed. "Is your wand broken again?" Ron shook his head, throwing up another giant slug into the bucket.
"Stay with him Miss Riddle, I won't be long."
Trinity gagged as Ron spat out a mouthful of slime. Perhaps it would be better if she didn't watch?
"I just need to go to Professor Slughorn and ask him for some bay leaf." She smiled. "Make sure he gets the slugs in the bucket. I don't want a messy infirmary, and it'll be easier to take the slugs to Hagrid if they're all in one place."
"Hagrids here?" Ron called before turning sickly green again.
"Of course!" Madam Pomfrey called over her shoulder as she turned left at the stairs.
"Hagrids here," Ron smiled, "we can go and see him later."
As the students piled out of their lessons, Trinity and Ron left the infirmary and headed towards the back entrance to the school which led to Hagrids hut. Ginny and George would be meeting them there and then the four of them would go down to see Hagrid.
"Quidditch tryouts tomorrow." George nudged Trinity. "Have you played before?"
Trinity nodded, her eyes still on the floor, "Only a couple of times."
"Natural?" He asked.
Trinity looked up and shook her head again before looking back down to the floor. "Not a natural, just...I wouldn't say I was good, I would say I was...better than average."
George chuckled, "what position do you play?"
"A Chaser." She replied, "but when the seeker's ill, I take his place."
George nodded, "so if we can't find a good enough seeker, you'll take that spot. Other than that, you're a Chaser. Got it."
"Why?"
"I'm Quidditch Captain this year." He replied, grinning proudly at his well-earned achievement. "I'm giving newbie's a chance to try-out before I ask any of the current Hogwartians."
"Hog-what?" Ron exclaimed. "Never mind. Can I be Keeper again George?"
The older Weasley put the younger Weasley in a headlock. "Of course you can, bro." Came the reply. "I'm not having just anyone on the team."
The four made their way to Hagrid's hut and - once they arrived - Fang bounded outside to lick Ron's face. "Hey boy!" Ron rubbed the big dogs stomach.
"I wondered when you would come to visit." Hagrid stated cheerfully as he stepped outside his hut. He took in the faces of his four visitors and held out one of his big hands towards Trinity. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Riddle." He smiled warmly.
Trinity took his hand and shook it lightly. "Likewise." She smiled back shyly and then looked at the dog who was looking back at her expectantly.
"He won't hurt you." Hagrid chuckled, "Fang's a big softie."
"He's big alright." Trinity agreed, her voice a slightly higher octave than usual. "Does he bite?" She asked warily.
"Only Slytherins." Hagrid replied, matter-of-factly. Trinity took her hand away from the dog and stuffed it into her pocket, and moved to stand the other side of Ron. "Now, I don't mean to be rude." Hagrid turned to face everyone, "but I've got to get back to work, I suppose you four oughta get back to classes. You don't want to be late now, do you?"
As George and Ginny headed to their next class, Ron led Trinity to Potions. "Now," Ron began, "Professor Slughorn tends to give out rewards to the student who brews the best potion."
"Well, that won't be me." Trinity cleared her throat. "I hate Potions."
"Well, he write's out seating plans, so we should hope we're partnered with people who're good at this subject."
As they entered the classroom, they found out that all the other students had already arrived and had taken up most of the desks. "Well hello there, Mr. Weasley, Miss Riddle. So glad you could join us." The Professor was quite chubby, with a round, bald head. He picked up a piece of parchment and squinted at it. "Mr. Weasley, sit beside Miss Parkinson for me please and, Miss Riddle...sit at the back desk there, behind Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Goyle."
Trinity sat at the desk which had been appointed to her and then a strange feeling overcame her, she shook it off as she placed her quill and ink on her desk and was handed a piece of parchment by the Professor. A face came into view as the bald man knealt beside her desk.
"Miss Riddle, are you with us?" A slow, deep voice said amongst the harsh whispering and cursive spells being chanted inside her head. Trinity unconciously placed her twisted elm wand on her desk and stared at the floor. She felt someone touch her shoulder, and her trance was broken. "Miss Riddle?" Slughorn asked, worridly.
Trinity glanced around the classroom to see the entire room of students turned around in their seats to look in her direction. "I'm fine." She replied, a little harsher than necessary. "Thank you." She added softly before looking back down at her desk again, pocketing her wand.
As Slughorn began lesturing the class, the two Slytherins sat infront of Trinity turned around and the familiar sneering voice of Draco Malfoy was audiable to her, although she wasn't listening to anything going on, not even the teacher. She didn't know what was happening, but images flashed across her mind quite rapidly.
She was in the Forbidden Forest - at night with Fang and Hagrid, Draco and Crabbe and Goyle walking through, using a glowing lantern as the source of light, she followed behind the group as they walked through the Forbidden Forest, she was looking behind her occasionally and then she turned to look upfront.
"Hagrid." She whispered. "This is ridiculous..."
Something slammed on the desk infront of the raven haired girl, and her eyes became less cloudy, she blinked rapidly and shook her head. She looked at the desk and saw a pale hand laying flat on it, she followed the arm up to Hogwarts robes, a Slytherin badge, a pale neck and then messy platinum blonde hair.
Her eyes stung slightly and she looked back down at her desk, squeezing her eyes shut. Draco's steel grey eyes glanced at Goyle before he turned back to Trinity, "I asked you, how long you've been Weasley's girlfriend?" He repeated for the seventh time, his tone snappy.
Trinity replied with ineligable words, she raised her hand and listened to the sound of footsteps as Professor Slughorn grew closer.
"Problem, Miss Riddle?"
"My eyes hurt." She replied.
"She's going to cry, Professor. Do you have a cure for wimps?"
"Hush, Mr. Malfoy." Slughorn scolded, turning to face Trinity again. "Can you open them?"
"I don't think so." She replied in a whisper. "Can I go to the infirmary, please?"
"Of course." Slughorn replied, "Mr. Weasley, before that cauldron explodes, would you care to take Miss Riddle to Madam Pomfrey?"
Once Ron led the blind girl to the infirmary, Poppy chuckled. "Twice in one day, Mr Weasley?" The nurse asked.
"It's not me this time, Miss." Ron replied. "She kind of, zoned out in the begining of Potions, and now she's complaining that her eyes hurt. It's taken us forever to get here because I had to tell her where all the stairs were."
"Stop moaning, Mr. Weasley." Poppy playfully batted his arm as she led Trinity towards one of the beds. "Sit down, dear, let me take a look at you." Trinity felt around for the bed before lowering herself onto it. "Slowly open your eyes, dear." When Trinity did, Madam Pomfrey gasped, as did Ron. "Mr. Weasley, you can go back to your lesson now, Miss Riddle will be fine in an hour."
"We have Divination next, Miss." Ron said. "And Trinity doesn't know her way around the school, I think it's best if I stayed here."
"Stop trying to get out of Potions Mr. Weasley!" Poppy laughed, "I'm sure she can find her way from here." She turned back to Trinity, "no need to go to Divination today, dear. I'll go and get Professor Trelawny now, she'll be of more help than I am."
At lunch, Ron, George and Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table looking out for Trinity. When she did walk through the main doors, the Hufflepuff students that's been watching her earlier that morning fell silent. Trinity hurried towards the Gryffindor table and sat with her new friends. She placed a bread roll, some salad, an apple and a few slices of ham on her plate.
"So," Ron began questionably. "What was wrong?"
Trinity shrugged, "Professor Trelawny thinks I'm a seer." She glanced up at Ron, swallowed a mouthful of lettuce and looked down at her plate again. "You told me she was mad, so I don't believe her."
"Have you been crying?" Ginny asked, reaching across the table to place a small hand on Trinity's arm.
The raven haired girl shook her head, "no. But my eyes stung, I opened them and they were red."
Ginny and George were looking at something above Trinity's head, and as a shadow fell over the raven haired girls plate, she looked up - into the face of Professor Snape. She stood up and stared at the floor, "hello, Professor."
"Follow me, Riddle." Snape drawled, "your Uncle wishes to speak with you."
Trinity could feel eyes on her as Snape led her out of the Great Hall, her heart was pounding, and the familiar feeling of fear settled itself in the pit of her stomach.
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