Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommended both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.
This story takes place after the war.
Evie POV
My next lesson was conducted outside; Care of Magical Creatures, alongside the tall, ginger kid from the train station, Harry and Ron, plus a particularly nervous looking friend besides them, named Neville Longbottom. I noted that the class was ranging a little heavier on the seventh year Hufflepuff spectrum, and I found that they were interesting to be around, to say the least.
Fulfilled, proud, patient and loyal; they radiated fair play, and I respected that, more than I could explain. They were dedicated students, smiling kindly at me, even though my emerald uniform emitted the typical Slytherin atmosphere, frightening the other years, even though I wouldn't even have to say or do anything to incite such an emotion from them. I had gathered that people, as a whole, didn't like my House very much - I found that out during my first lesson, but still, it was refreshing to be around people who didn't outwardly judge me on my House colours.
"How are you finding the class, Evelyn?," a pretty girl named Leanne from the House of the badger asked me, her smile light and comforting provoked my own in return, and I replied, nonchalantly, "I like it.. It's a little cold though," I rubbed my now-sweater covered arms. I had packed it just in case, and I was thanking my lucky stars because it was practically freezing.
"A'right, kids, gather 'round, gather 'round," Hagrid bellowed from the front of the class, "Today we're goin' ta be goin' down to the lake; we're gonna be lookin' for the warnin' signs of a Kelpie."
A hand shot up then, and I heard Hermione's holier-than-thou prattling voice ask the half-giant, "Hagrid.. There aren't any Kelpies on the grounds, are there?"
He quirked an eyebrow momentarily at her, and he replied, sarcastically, "We'll see, won't we, Miss Granger."
She blushed, and followed behind him, thankfully quietly, along with the rest of the class.
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He led us to the Black Lake, south of the castle, which had to have been over half a mile in diameter, and the darkness that it emitted seemed just as cavernously deep as it did last night.
The surface of the water was still and serene, until it wasn't, and at Hagrid's loud, echoing whistle, large, thick tentacles slashed upwards, trailed by its large, grey, glossy 'face', and bright, wide-spaced circular glassy eyes of the Hogwarts Giant Squid.
"This is Bebel; she looks scary enough, but she's a sweetheart, inside," Hagrid stated, nonchalantly, as if he didn't see the horrified, frightened faces of the rest of the students - myself included. Neville asked, his voice shaky, but truly incredulous, his tall, broad frame covered with a thick cardigan, clearly having been given to him for Christmas, if the gaudy patterns said anything, "How old is she?"
Hagrid seemed thoughtful for a moment. "She's nearly as old as the castle itself, I think. Her mum might've passed through this lake and gave birt' ta her, leavin' her perched at the bottom."
Neville nodded, scribbling down some notes in the back of his school notepad, and enquired, "How long will she live for?"
He shrugged, "Probably for another 500 years.. Much longer than any of us," and smiled, arbitrarily, and added, "Bebel is gonna help us find our resident Kelpie."
Kicking myself up to sit onto a slate, large boulder, I felt sharp, intense stares being sent in my direction, but I couldn't quite place it, and every time I turned to scope the area, it turned out that my imagination was being overactive, and there was nobody acting out of character, or suspicious.
Maybe I was just being hyper vigilant?
I suppose its because, even though I was becoming more used to being here, it was still a new place for me, and I guess I wanted to explore a little bit before I became truly comfortable here.
A high-pitched feminine voice drew me out of my inner musings as they asked, scathingly, "You're the new girl, right?"
Turning, slightly, I found myself facing an.. Interesting looking girl.
I say interesting because she looked as if she were around 13 or 14 years old, but if she was here, she would have to be in her seventh year, meaning she was nearing her 18th birthday. Her hair was splayed out, wildly, in sausage curls, framing her heavily-made up face, long, spider-like lashes encasing her large blue eyes, and an incredibly false smile plastered on her face.
I could smell the insincerity radiating from her magical core, and I felt my imaginary hackles rise, as if she were some kind of an enemy.
Her brow furrowed, marring her features immediately "I asked a question.. Are you the new girl?"
Blinking at the venom dripping from her tone, I replied, incredulously, "Yes.. Who, may I ask, am I speaking to?"
Cissy's teachings raged inside of my mind, as my instincts practically ordered me to get away and hide.
"Daphne Greengrass. This," she indicated at the gruff-looking lady by her side, "Is Millicent Bulstrode."
I felt my forehead crinkle, slightly, at her smarmy tone, as if I was supposed to know who she was.. And I didn't.
"Alright?," my tone inquisitive, and it was phrased as a question, causing annoyance to flash in her eyes, momentarily.
"My little sister, Astoria"- very pretty name, I noted, "Is to marry Draco Malfoy,"- alright.. Maybe not so pretty, "And you're in the way."
Tilting my head to the side, I raised a singular brow, and angled my body to face her, tucking one of my legs behind the other, and leant forward, fractionally, "And is that supposed to mean something to me?"
She wanted to play dirty. Fine by me.
She bared her teeth in my direction, the Millicent character stepping forward, as if she were going to actually do something to me. The thought alone made me chuckle internally.
Our little discussion was gaining attention from some of the other members of the class we were taking. Hagrid had stopped talking, and was wandering around, helping out a few of the students who thought they had found some characteristics that incited the belief that Kelpie's were in and around the area.
I had already deduced that there, in fact, was a Kelpie deep within the lake, the upper North side, as a matter of fact, my enhanced vision giving me an upper hand over the rest of my classmates.
Millicent growled, "It means you should watch yourself, you cretin."
"Oh.. Really?" I smirked, drawing out more anger from the duo.
This was fun.
Now I know why Draco liked fucking with people so much.
It was entertaining.
I could hear the rapidly increasing heart rate of both girls in front of me, the sweat beading on Millicent's forehead, the anger etched in Daphne's micro-expressions. It was fascinating.
"Yes. Really. Astoria will marry Draco, and you will do well to remember that we are the better family. Who are you? Kendall?" she scoffed. "Sounds like a muggle name. Why are you sullying the Malfoy name with your disgusting muggle blood? Like his parents would even let you scrub the dirt off of their foyer, let alone into their inner circle. Please. Do not make me laugh. You are nothing but an irritation, and sooner rather that later, you will be reminded of that."
Pushing off of the boulder, landing on the floor, prettily, and stepped forward, with no intention to physically harm her. That didn't mean I couldn't verbally scar her for the rest of her life.
And I have been known to have a biting tongue.
"No. Listen to me," I tilted me head, looking up at her, "I do not care who you think you are, you pretentious pure-blood cum-stain. I'm here because I am supposed to be. Unlike you, a bratty, petulant, slug of a woman, I earned this place here, and I intend to stay." I heard laughter echo through the scattered class. "If you want me gone, you'll have to tear me out with your bare hands.. If not, please, do me a favour. Shut up. And stay out of my way."
Turning away from the open-mouthed couple, I said, acerbically, "Thank you," and continued on my way towards the edge of the lake, becoming more and more interested in the different types of beach residue, rather than the actual class that was occurring around me.
Crouching, I fiddled through the charcoal-coloured excess, and sighed at the familiar sensations that ran from my fingers. It reminded me of home.
Well.. Back home, I was used to more of an orangey toned sand deposit, and oddly shaped, but very normal rocks and stones, however here, there were crystals of all kinds, littering the floor. Picking up a particularly jagged cobalt piece of rock. Ah. I thought it was rock, at least, although under close, intense inspection, I found that it was much more than that. It was a shaving of a pure topaz mineral.
It wasn't especially expensive; it probably wouldn't get me fifty dollars for a tonne of this stuff, however it didn't mean it wasn't beautiful to look at.
I raised it up, slightly, so that the sunlight refracted through the material, and I could see the glittering of a thousand different colours, each catching my attention with their astounding beauty.
Wow.. It was magnificent.
I was so enthralled by the colours that I didn't hear the rapidly approaching footsteps until it was too late, and I was sent hurtling meters out into the lake, by a powerful spell that hit me, square in the back, colliding face first, piercing the still surface of the surprisingly deep water.
There was no 'shallow' end, here.
It was like falling off of the edge of a cliff, straight into a dark abyss, unable to catch my breath, and when I tried, I did nothing but take in gulps and gulps of dirty water. I couldn't keep myself up, my clothes becoming heavier and heavier as the seconds wore on. My eyes were shut closed, my heart pummelling in my chest, my head pulsing with some kind of pain.
What was going on?
Who hit me?
Could it have been Millicent?
No… She didn't look smart enough for it.
Probably Daphne.
Yes... Daphne.
Why did we fight?
Dr… Draco. Yes... Draco.
Oh God... I was going to die in here. I wasn't going to see him again.
Blaise... Jesus Christ, he would be heartbroken.
I didn't want to die. Not here. Not now. Not yet.
Throwing my eyes open, the first thing my eyes trained on were the terrifyingly bright, blood-shot eyes of some kind of.. Creature.
"Who are you?" it sang, tilting its head, curiously.
I couldn't answer. Did it not understand I would die? My eyes were wide, trying to put across my fear, my anxiety, my rapidly depleting levels of oxygen in my body. I would die if this.. Thing didn't help me.
I tried to swim. I really did. But my arms were so heavy. I couldn't. I couldn't move. My legs felt like lead; dead-weight and arduous at my sides.
The creature in front of me was tall.. Long? Wide? No.. tall describes them well. At least 7 foot, at least.
"Who are you?" it repeated, I noticed it was speaking in my mind, kind of like Jude. Its voice was quiet, but clearly feminine, its reddish green hair shimmering through the thick fluid we were immersed in. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My body began shaking, against my will, my thoughts flashing through my mind.
The faces of my parents, Lucas and Daniela. My real parents, Adrianna and Marco. My new family, Lucius, Valencia and Narcissa. My mates, Draco and Blaise. My new friends, Pansy and Theodore, my new school, Hogwarts. My new life as Amarie Evelyn Totum was over, before it even started.
"You are a Totum?" it asked, but I was too far gone. I was actively convulsing now, and I think it realised something was wrong with me. My thoughts were foggy, too dark, too unfocused for it to understand.
"You are not like me.." was the last thing that I could remember hearing, before a thick, silvery tail wrapped around my middle, and the world around me turned black.
Well.. Blacker, at least.