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Philosophies, Perfection, and Nobilty by xxDRAxHERMxx

Format: Short story
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 14,367
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Humor, Romance, Angst
Characters: Lupin, Snape, Sirius, Lily, James, Bellatrix, Lucius, Narcissa, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: Snape/OC, James/Lily, Snape/Lily

First Published: 01/05/2009
Last Chapter: 05/03/2009
Last Updated: 05/03/2009

Summary:
Perfection and nobility are the only ways to live a life of power and purity. Since the moment, I took my first breath people in my life taught me that to survive meant to believe in these philosophies.

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Chapter 1: Prologue
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Disclaimer: I do not won anything Harry Potter. I only own the characters who's names you do not recognize. I don't own some of the plot, but a lot of it follow JK's books.
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The first thing you should know before I begin telling you my story is that the core of my existence revolves around three philosophies. First, Purebloods are the only people who deserve to live proper lives. Second, a life of love is a life of lies; Love is not real. Third and final, perfection and nobility are the only ways to live a life of power and purity. Since the moment, I took my first breath people in my life taught me that to survive meant to believe in these philosophies.

Composer, self-control, mannerism, no respect for the lower class, pride in ones heritage, power, wealth, and pure blood untainted by those unworthy, theses are the things that make up a Lewis. My family name can be traced back from as late as the 15th century, possibly farther. We pride ourselves on our purity and our undying loyalty. One of the greatest accomplishments in our history was to produce a male heir without failure. Sure, every once in a century a woman would fail in her attempt to keep our family name going, but the fault never belonged to the Lewis males. My parents always told me, that our blood is cleaner than the blood of other pureblooded families: Black, Lestrange, Malfoy, Rosier, Weasley, Longbottom, and Potters. Despite that my family has allowed (not that they could do much) four of them to continue to stand beside us and marry our men and women. Mother told me that many of their blood relative had begun supporting people with impure blood: Half bloods, Mudbloods, and Muggles. They obviously were erased from the family tree, dropped from all birthrights, and hopefully forgotten. That would be completely acceptable if it was not for the fact that the family allowed the traitors to keep their family name, creating a bad reputation for the better half of the family. At least that is what Mother always said.

Have you heard enough about the way that my family functions? Me too, but this must continue for a little while longer. Allow me to tell you about our pride and our worth.

Oh how I dream of crowns. We all deserve a crown of gold, no silver. I am not a fan of gold, so yes; silvers crowns would be grand for us all. Us meaning my family of course. Of whom else could I be speaking? Crowns lined with jewels. I would want to wear a crown highlighted with gems of aquamarine and emerald. This is because my Mother once told me that we Lewis’ are like that of royalty. That thought never fails to bring a smile onto my face.

I am an only child. For years, my parents have wanted a boy. Father blames Mother for the lack of success. He says it is her fault that a male heir has yet to be born, and that she is incapable of bearing his children. According to him “they are too pure” for her body to handle. I knew that my future would involve carrying offspring for my husband. Women in the Lewis family are raised to birth beautiful and strong children; children with undying loyalties to his or her family and our Lord. He needs people who can represent him, stand in his name, and reflect what he is. Perfection.


Chapter 2: Annoying Smiles and Arrogent Smirks
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Staring ahead of me, I saw a wall. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Honestly, did people really expect me to run straight into a wall, hoping that I do not fall flat on my face like an idiot? Then again, I had just seen other people do it, had I not?

What was I fretting over, anyway? I am magical. I am pureblood, down to the very core. I have no reason to be scared. Ha! I am fearless. I will show that wall that I am not afraid. Besides, why in the name of Salazar Slytherian would somebody name a wall “Platform 9 ¾”? I mean, is it not directly in between Platform 9 and 10? Why not call it “Platform 9 ½”?

Slowly I looked up at my Mother, who just happened to be standing directly behind me. Patrice must be the most gorgeous woman to bless this world. Her light brown hair and bright blue eyes caught the attention of men and women alike. Father was standing beside her, looking at me with a stern stare. He did not want to be here, but after much persuasion from Mother, he finally gave in. Mum bent down and kissed the top of my head while running her fingers through my black waves once.

“Good luck. Owl us tonight to let us know the results of the sorting.” She smiled carefully and gave my back a little push to urge me toward the wall.

I swallowed another sharp intake of breath, hoping that Father failed to see my nervousness. Maybe I could not really do this. Seriously, is this normal? I mean running through walls, and these ridiculous fears? No, I need to do this, no matter what. I took off in a sprint toward the wall, pushing a very large cart containing my things, in front of me. Closing my eyes before reaching my destination, I feared the worst. When I did not stop abruptly or fall on my butt, I opened my eyes. I became amazed at what I was seeing before me. There were a large number of people crowded beside this mammoth train that had Hogwarts Express engraved into its side. They were all crying and embracing each other. I had never seen anything like it before. I did not have any idea that people could become so emotional. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the train. I left my cart in the same area as everybody else, but I took my shoulder bag that I had on my back with me. I was carrying my uniform in it. It would not turn out well if I forgot that.

Not watching where I was going caused me to, somewhat, run into somebody. The person made a grunting noise that I do not think I had ever heard before. I looked to the ground to see a girl about my age with long red hair. She looked up at me and smiled. I am sure that she expected me to help her up, but I did not. A look of slight shock crossed her face, before pushing herself from the ground and wiping the front of her pants off. Come on. I mean, honestly, she did not fall on her knees, so what is the point of wiping off the front instead of her back? Shaking my head slightly, I started to walk away. She hurried to stand in front of me, forcing me to stop. This annoyed me a little.

"Hello. I'm Lily Evans. What's your name?" She had this goofy grin on her face and seemed very nervous. She stuck out her hand as if she, again, expected me to touch her. You would think she got the message the first time. I simply looked at her hand. Glancing past her, I figured I might as well tell her my name, and then leave. I did not want to her start thinking I was interested in being her friend or anything.

"Achindra Lewis." I said coldly, walking past her, hoping that she got the hint. I could just imagine the look of disbelief that must have appeared on her face. The thought of it makes me laugh.

Figuring I should find a place to sit on the train, I climbed inside and headed to the back. Suddenly I roughly was turned around to face an unknown person, by a hand on my shoulder. Before me stood a tall looking person with look white-blond hair and a pointed face. He had this arrogant smirk on his face. I already did not like him. I shrugged his hand off my shoulder.

"Don't touch me." I started to turn around walk away when he, again, grabbed my shoulder, rougher this time. I glared up at him, but he was not fazed. I grabbed his wrist and removed his hand.

"Listen little squirt, you don't tell me what to do." I simply rolled my eyes and looked up at him waiting for him to continue. "I saw how you acted with the red head out there. That was pretty Slytherin of you, so you’re sitting with us.." Again, with the arrogant smirk. I gave a small snort and walked away. This time, he did not try to stop me.

I found an empty compartment near the very back and settled in. Looking out the window and noticed that the platform had cleared out; the train would be leaving any minute. Just has it had started to move, the door to my compartment opened. I looked up. My day just became worse. A certain little red head was standing in the doorway.

"May I sit here?" Unfortunately, she had already begun to close the door and sit across from me. That annoying smile on her face never goes away, does it?

"No." I looked up at her sternly, hoping that she understood that I meant it. Then, she laughed. I watched her, despairingly. What did I ever do to deserve this? I just gave up and looked out the window not really thinking about anything in particular. She just talked, babbling on and on, never seeming to shut up. After a few minutes, though it felt a lot longer, she stopped.

"Oh my! I need to go find Severus!" Suddenly she stood up and hurried out of the compartment.

Raising an eyebrow and shaking my head, I closed my eyes hoping to catch a few hours of sleep. Of course, I was unsuccessful. This was going to be a very long day.


The train finally came to a stop. During the ride, all I had managed to do was change into my robes and sit, staring out the window. Getting off the train, I noticed a very big man. Huge actually. He was hairy and quite disgusting looking.

"Firs' years, this way!" He kept yelling that same statement. I looked around me, shrugged my shoulders and walked toward the man, albeit somewhat reluctantly. I was not unconvinced his stink wouldn't stick.

He introduced himself as Hagrid-what kind of a name is that?-and told us to sit in the boats that were lined up in the water. Being the first one on a boat did not turn out as well as I had hoped. To my great displeasure, the red head and some black haired boy came into my boat. She looked all too eager to sit with me. I glared at her, and then looked at the boy. He was staring at the Evans girl through a window of greasy hair. I took in his demeanor. His skin was pale and his eyes were dark. Come to think of it, every thing about him was, well, dark. I loudly cleared my throat, not that I wanted her attention, but she was being very rude not introducing the black haired boy to me. She looked up and, annoyingly, smiled.

"Oh right. Severus this is…" However, I cut her off.

"I am Achindra Lewis." I gave the boy my best smirk. "And you are?"

"Severus Snape." He had an 'I don't care who you are' attitude about him. I liked him already. I blinked at him, growing curious. He gulped and again started listening to Evans, looking to her instead of me. I rolled my eyes once again and turned forward to scrutinize the looming building up ahead.

I had seen pictures of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before, but the actually thing was amazingly brilliant. It was huge and almost looked like it could be haunted. The building seemed to have an almost eerie atmosphere. Obviously, it was old. The inside would be wonderful; I just knew it.

I was right, of course. The inside was, honestly, the most amazing thing I had ever seen, minus the outside. Sconces littered the stone walls of the Entrance Hall, holding candles that were lit to produce a shining, unwavering light. The entire area had an antique air to it. If it was dark then the place would certainly be more than slightly creepy, but with light, it was intriguing. Once my curiosity had subsided, I looked up to notice an older woman standing in front of us first years. The woman wore square-framed glasses, with her hair hidden under a large witch hat, and a stern look on her face. I suppressed a giggle when I noticed that her lips were in a tight line as she looked over all of us.

"Attention. Everybody look up here!" Looking around them rather impatiently, she awaited their undivided attention. She quickly received it. "Very well. My name is Professor McGonagall. You should know a few things first, before you enter the Great Hall. Hogwarts is divided into four houses: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. When I call your name, you are to proceed through these doors and you will be sorted." Without another word, she turned around and walked through the massive door, leaving them to their fate.

The others buzzed as they contemplated the mysterious sorting. My mother had told me about some talking hat, but for the life of me, I could not remember just what that had to do about being sorted. I waited-not so patiently-as the names of students were called out. Lily Evans walked through the doors once she heard her name called. Within a couple of minutes, I heard a voice yell out that she would be in Gryffindor. I shook my head and rolled my head. I knew she would probably be in Gryffindor, with how annoying she was. Everyone knew how Gryffindors were; obnoxious, foolish, everything that I was not. After a few more minutes of waiting, I heard my name.

I took and deep breath and headed toward the Professor. Candles were floating around the room and the ceiling looked like the night sky. Dark clouds scattered across the sky and a star twinkling here and there. Beside the Professor sat a stool with a very old and very large hat. Once I reached my destination, the hat was removed and I sat upon the stool. Not even a second after the hat covered my eyes did it yell out the word I was desperately expecting.

"Slytherin!" I just knew Mother and Father would be proud when I told them the news. A smirk crossed my face, as a table of students dressed in black and green started to cheer. I made my way to the table and sat diagonally from the blond boy from earlier. He looked at me and smirk that arrogant smirk that I found myself hating so much.

Student after student went by. Each was sorted, and each time the hat rang out clearly Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin. Finally, the black haired boy, Severus Snape, was ready to be sorted. The old talking hat sat on his head for mere seconds before yelling out Slytherin. He sat down beside the blonde-haired person and looked over at me. I glanced up at the Gryffindor table and saw Evans with a disgustingly disappointed frown on her face. Ha! I knew that girl could not smile all the time.

The noise level in the Great Hall was nothing short of deafening. I could only catch bits and pieces of conversations; everything ranging from summer in Italy to who will be Hogwarts’ newest Seventh year beauty now that What’s-her-name is gone. I glanced over to look at the arrogant blond boy from ealier. Sitting beside him was this beautiful girl with long blond hair and blue eyes. He had his face close to her ear, obviously whispering something. Next thing I knew, she was putting her hand over her mouth trying to suppress a giggle. It was quite refreshing. It wasn't anything like the annoying giggles of the Lily Evans girl, this was more like a confident giggle. It seemed that this girl knew what this guy thought of her and liked it. Nothing nervious and friendly about it. I continued to watch her. When she finally felt eyes on her, she turned her head in my direction. Once her eyes found mine, she a beautifully blinding smile.

"Hey. Isn't that the girl from the train you were telling me about?" She asked the boy.

"The exact one." He looked over at me and glared. Ignoring him I looked back to the girl and smiled.

"I am Achindra Lewis. And you are?"

The girl shook her head slightly and looked from the boy to me. "I'm Narcissa Black. Fifth year. And this is..." However, before she could finish the boy cut her off.

"Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy. Sixth year." Him and that stupid arrogant smirk.

To be honest, I did not look at him. I completely ignored him. Does he really think that I care about who he is? Malfoy or no Malfoy, Pureblood or no Pureblood, I do not like his face, so I am not going to look at him. A clearing of the throat could be heard from upon the stage. Obviously, somebody was trying to get our attention. I looked up and saw an old man. He had long white hair and a beard long enough to give hair to six balding men. Albus Dumbledore. According to Father, Dumbledore has always been one of those men, who loves Muggles. He put his wand to his throat and started to speak.

"Greetings, students, new and old! We start this new school year with new news. Due to personal reasons, our previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be unable to teach this year. Therefore, I would like it if you would all welcome Professor Apollo to head your battle against those whom would threaten our magical society."
The new Professor, I must admit, looked less than pleasant with his dark wardrobe, and cruel grimace. The other students clapped politely, but I simply sat there and stared, waiting for the speech to continue. I noticed not many of the actual people around me had clapped, either. Naturally, it was expected of the Slytherins.

"On another note, Madam Pince would like me to remind you to please return her books in mint condition. We would not want any accidents, especially after last year. In addition, Madam Pomfrey has informed me that although the Hospital Wing will be open as needed, she does not wish for you to make it a permanent home. Please do not, and I repeat, do not, be in the halls or outside of this school building after hours, or you will be serving detintion with Mr. Filch. Lastly, the Forbidden Forest is, exactly as its name implies, forbidden. Now, flibbity gibbet and howdy doo, please tuck in!"

Suddenly, food appeared, covering the large tables. The sound of metal clashing against metal, and voices fighting over who would get the first butter roll, filled the room.

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AN:
I apologize for one thing. During this story, I am wanting to make the story as relevent to the books as humanly possible. It's seems thta in my efforts to create Achindr's first impression of Lily Evens, that I have forgotten about the first day in Snape's memory. I had forgotten how upset Lily was on the first day. I had forgotten about how Lily was sitting in the same compartment with James and Sirius when Severus found her. My apologizes.
As an FYI, I know many people will become annoyed by my reminding for Lily's hair color, but please remember one thing, the red hair is a very important part of how see is seen in Achindra's eyes. I promise you will understand later.
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Chapter 3: Double mint twins
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So maybe the Slytherin Common Room was not as grand as Hogwarts as a whole, but it was amazing none-the-less. The Common Room was a dark place located somewhere in the dungeons of Hogwarts school. According to the Prefect, whose name I forgot, the room is underneath the Great Lake. Due to being half way under the lake the low ceilings were decorated with green lamps. Chairs filled the room and were noticeably carved from stone – as were the walls – but sported green and silver cushions. The room had a very dark aura to it.

The temperature was quite icy and the unlit fire did not help the situation in the least. A frigid chill traveled up my spine causing goose bumps to spread across my arms and legs. I wrapped my arms around myself as the Prefect pointed me toward the direction of the dormitories.

The stairs leading to the dormitories led down a dark hall. Boy’s dorms were on the left while girl’s dorms were on the right. I found the door marked First Years, opened the door and went in. It was fairly obvious that I was the first person to enter the room. The others must have still been in the Common Room.

Slowly I walked over to the last bed on the right, next to the window, and knelt down in front of the trunk, which bore my name. I opened the lid and peered inside. Lying atop my clothing was a white blanket lined with lace, which Madam Ellie had folded neatly into a triangle. Branded upon the blanket was a symbol; my family crest. A dove encircled by words written in fancy writing was shown. Filosofie, perfezione e nobiltà. I knew from the few years of my parents making me learn our ancestor’s language, Italian, that these words would be translated into Philosophies, Perfection, and Nobility. I forced a smile onto my lips, though nobody was around to see it and I removed the delicate blanket from its resting place. I laid the blanket beneath my bed; just as Mother had said to always do when others were around. I honestly have never understood my mum’s odd ways of thinking, but I obeyed her still.

Grabbing my yellow night gown, although I will admit I always thought that yellow clashed horribly with my pale skin, I made my way in the direction of a door that I assumed to be the rest room. I changed my clothing and reentered the artic dorm. By this time the other four girls had found their beds and were sitting on them talking about the possibilities of what the next day may bring. I simply rolled my eyes and walk toward my bed. I drew the dark green bed curtains around me and lain down. Chattering. When does it ever stop? Obviously not within an hour, because that is about how long a laid in my bed wishing for sleep with the loud giggling and unceasing (continuous?) talking filling my mind and ears. Letting out a heavy sigh, I grabbed a book from my trunk and I proceeded to vacate the room and make my way towards the Common Rooms. By this time it must have been at the latest around 10:30. Once I entered the Common Room, I noticed, but one soul, the black haired boy from the boat ride. Severus Snape. Looking over at him, I saw that he had his face practically pressed inside what appeared to be his potions books. Needless to say, the book was anything but new. It seemed to, honestly, be falling apart at the seams.

“I guess somebody is very fond of potions. Am I wrong?” I looked at him, expecting him to look up at me, but it turns out my expectations was incorrect. Nothing came from him except for a type of grunting sound, which I took as a yes. I raised an eye brow, shrugged my shoulders, and sat in the stone chair across from him.

The fire in the room had been lit, but it was apparent the blazing fire had begun to diminish. I was quickly beginning to regret not bringing a warm blanket to cover up with. Despite this, I snuggled into the chair and opened my book to chapter one. My love for books has always been a never ending thing. This particular book was about a woman during the times of Queen Elizabeth. I become easily engrossed into my book, and therefore forgot about the coldness. It was not long before my eyes began to close themselves, and welcomed emptiness took over my tired mind.

A night of silent dreams filled my restful thoughts after I had fallen asleep and ended once I awoken. Although my body was crying for my sleep, screaming for my peacefulness, my mind refused to let the dreams steal it back. Giving up I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I slowly stretched my back out like a feline, pushed my bed curtains back and kicked my feet over the side of the bed. The ground was unexpectedly cold against my bare feet; therefore, I quickly pulled my legs back onto the bed. I let out a breath and placed my feet back onto the coldness of the floor. I stood up and turned toward the window, right beside my bed. The window seemed to be wet and the sky appeared to be a shade of grey indicating two things: First, it was no later than 5:30. Second, it has rained the night before. That would explained why I slept so well throughout the night. I shook my head slightly and looked around the room at the sleeping faces of my dorm mates. They all were faces the opposite direction from me except for one.

The girl whose bed sat directly across from mine slept with both her eyes and my mouth closed. Her light brown spread across her pillow. She looked at peace in her sleeping form. I would have thought her dead, especially with her skin being as pale as my own, had it not been for the slow rising and falling of her chest. She appeared to be very beautiful, and it pained me when I realized why I could not tear my eyes away from her face. She reminded me of a woman I once knew. I closed my eyes tightly, took three deep breaths, and then headed for the bathroom.

Once I disrobed, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on hot. The water from the shower burned my skin as it pounded against my bare back. The white skin that covered my bones was becoming redder and redder by the minutes. It was amazing; it is always amazing. Every inch of my body could feel the water has it washed over me, burning away every thought and deepening every sore breath. Shampoo lathered my hair, soap lathered my body, and water lathered my skin. Only my mind could word things this way. Showers are usually not intense things, until something begins to cloud your mind and speed up your breathing, threatening to wash your eyes with acid tears. I held my face up to the water, while it showered my face.

I looked down, blinked my eyes, and turned off the water.
After I dressed myself in my school uniform and robe, I reentered my dorm. By this time, the girls had woken up. A girl with short blond hair and a girl with long blond hair were arguing over who would use the shower first. I silently laughed to myself when they both suddenly stopped arguing and looked up at me. The girls looked to be twins. The one with short hair looked to have bright blue eyes, while the other had eyes of dark green.

“Looks like you do not have too terrible much to fight over. I took the first shower. Problem solved.” I smiled to myself, while the girls simply looked at each other hen back at me. They were definitely twins. I raised my eyebrow and stared at them waiting for them to say something.

Small giggles escaped their lips before the green-eyed-one stepped up to me.

“I’m Madison, and this is Mackenzie.”

The other girl came to stand in front of me before, suddenly, pulling me into a tight-squeezed hug. My body went rigid and I am sure she realized this, but she was not letting go of me. I reached my hand behind her and awkwardly patted her on the back. Finally, she pulled away from me and shot me the largest ad brightest smile I think I have ever seen. To be honest, I was in shock.

“You’ll have to excuse her; she tends to be a bit more bold and forward than myself. I’m afraid that you will have to get use to it.” I looked at Madison and blinked my eyes. I struggled to get control of my thought before introducing myself.

“I… I am Achindra. Achindra Lewis actually.” I said proudly, once I finally was able to get a handle of my thoughts. The twins glanced at each other before looking back to me, again.

“Lewis? As in the Lewis’? The Lewis’? Cool. We’ve heard to you guys, but I don’t think we’ve actually met any.” Mackenzie said happily. Madison elbowed her lightly in the side before giving her a stern look.

“Don’t talk like that. I’m sure that Achindra doesn’t care about your love of meeting well known families, Mackenzie. I’m sorry again. Like I said before, you are going to have to get use to it.” Madison looked toward the ground as if she was embarrassed.

“Please, do not worry about it. It is perfectly okay. I understand. My family is very well known, so it is understandable.” I let out a giggle, which I know much have sounded awkward coming from my mouth.

Next thing I know, Mackenzie is running for the bathroom door, obviously taking advantage of her sister being distracted, all the while laughing like a mad man. Madison dashed off after her yelling about unfairness and cheating. Before I could really comprehend what was happening, I began laughing. When the bathroom door slammed closed in Madison’s face, she turned around and walk to – I figure – her bed. She let out a slight laughing, while shaking her head. I made my way over to her and sat down next to her.

“We could go down together. That is, if you don’t mind waiting for me and Mackenzie to finish our showers.” She looked at me with – I am guessing – hopeful eyes. I thought about it for a second before nodding my head.

“It would be nice to have somebody to wait on. It is not like a have anything better to do, really.” I smirked before falling back on her bed, hands behind my heads, while she started talking about summer, Hogwarts, and classes.

Both of the girls managed to finish showering within an hour, allowing us to some of the first people in the Great Hall. The hall quickly filled with people, and food soon became less and less. Voices surrounded us and food covered the table.

“Here are your timetables, girls,” Said an annoying sounding voice behind me. The twins looked up, while I turned my head around. Behind me stood a short, fat man. He appeared to be past middle age though not quite old enough to be called a very old man. His blond hair was balding, a massive mustache covered his lip, and he wore an ugly golden waistcoat. I suddenly felt sorry for the golden button, which looked to be putting up a tough fight holding on to each end. I gave him the once over then looked back up to his face. Glancing quickly at his eyes, and then looking away, I found that I knew him. Horace Slughorn. This man helped my father getting the job managing Gringotts bank in Diagon Ally. Slughorn had made about three visits to the Lewis home in the past eleven years.

I took the timetable he held out, and then turned around to continue listening to Mackenzie and Madison. It was not long before the three of us became bored with the Great Hall and decided to make our way toward our first class, all the while laughing at the struggle of the poor button on Professor Slughorn’s waistcoat.

Chapter 4: First Days and Give Aways
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Potions class ended up being less exciting than I expected. The twins sat together in the second row while I grabbed a seat in the front. Soon after Mackenzie, Madison, and I arrived, Severus Snape entered the classroom and surprisingly enough, took the seat next to me. I looked at him curiously while he set his tattered potions book in front of him and laid out his pen and ink. He kept his eyes looking toward the table, but he shifted his glance in my directions a couple of times in obvious curiosity. I quickly looked in front of me, deciding it best not to stare at Severus any longer, and waited for Professor Slughorn to begin. It was not long before Severus started to write notes on his parchment fiercely. Every few minutes he would make an effort to get ink from the jar, but the lack of ink prevented him from completing his goal. The boy obviously wanted to take notes. I became sympathetic. After a few more minutes of watching him, I took out my ink and set it in front of him. He looked at me once in confusion, then at the ink. It seemed like he did not want to use it. Because I did not want him to think that I thought of him as a charity case, I began to talk.

“Just use the ink. Your efforts to salvage any ink from a jar as empty as yours are impeding my ability to concentrate on the lesson. So help me and use my ink. At least that way I will not be so annoyed.” I flashed him a cocky smirk, and hoped that my kindness would be mistaken as anything but that. The last thing either of us needed was to be embarrassed: him for being unable to afford ink and me for pitying him.

Severus’s sickeningly pale cheeks turned an odd shade of pink. He bent his head farther down so that a curtain of hair blocked his face from my sight. He made no effort to move. I began counting backwards in my head from a hundred. By the time I made it to fifty-three, he dipped his pen, reluctantly, into my ink. He looked up at Professor Slughorn, and then looked down to his parchment and continued writing his notes. By this point, I decided it would be best to listen to the lecture.

It was not long before I became bored with Professor Slughorn’s talk of famous people he had helped into their positions, despite my not paying attention as much as I should. It was only in between his bragging that he mentioned the potion we would be learning to create. Slughorn told us a sleeping draught caused a person to fall asleep rather quickly. In fact, the potion was said to practically knock the drinker out within a few seconds of consumption.

According to Slughorn, we were to begin creating the sleeping draught tomorrow. He would be partnering everybody together in pairs.

Once the class ended, students quickly grabbed their things and rushed out. Severus, Mackenzie, and Madison were no different. The twins practically ran out of the room without even bothering to wait for me. Severus seemed to want to leave worse than anybody did, but the small crowd of students blocked his way, leaving him in the back with me. I took my time gathering my things before making my way beside Severus.

“So, it is the first day of school, and you have already run out of ink. Now, I am a generally curious . . . correction, nosey person, so excuse me if you wish, but, do tell me–why?” I looked to Severus with a kind – at least I think it was kind – smile.

“Right, and you are who?” We finally began to walk to our next class.

“Achindra Lewis.” Trying not to look like I pity him, because I do not, I continued, “I let you use my ink, I think I have a right to know why you needed it.”

“You have no right to know anything. I didn’t ask you to let me use your ink. So, no need to concern yourself with my life.” He began walking faster, but I kept up with his pace. He glared at me before he continued talking. “Besides, I thought you only made me use your ink because I was annoying you with ‘my efforts to salvage ink from a jar as empty as my own?’” He was obviously daring me to disagree.

“I did, but that does not change the fact.” I held my head up high, with a smirk planting upon my face.

“What fact?” This little game of confusion was nothing more than my wanting to have something to tell Mackenzie and Madison about later. Maybe.

“You have no ink,” I stated simply before shrugging my shoulders and walking ahead of him, not really knowing where to go.

When I made it out of the dungeons with Severus still somewhere behind me, I saw another first-year Slytherin from my previous class ahead of me. Knowing he was heading to the same class as me, I followed. Three flights of moving stars later, yes, I said moving, I arrived in the charms room. I looked around. First, I saw a little short man standing on a stool in the front of the room. Second, I saw my two new friends looking at me with identical smiles on their faces, sitting in the second row again.

“Took you long enough to get here, Chin,” Mackenzie said happily, as she began laughing.

“I was having a chat with a new friend. Also, please do not call me ‘Chin.’” A joking smirk appeared on my face when I heard Severus walk in behind me. Knowing he heard what I said made me happy.

“I’m not your friend, Lewis,” he said annoyed. Madison raised an eyebrow at me before letting out a giggle.

“Your new friend sure is friendly, and cute too, Drae,” Mackenzie said crudely, too quietly for him to hear.

“Shut your mouth, Mackenzie. You have every right to talk. Just notice the kindness hanging onto your every word.” Sarcasm goes a long way. I looked away from Mackenzie and Madison, only to find Severus sitting in front of the twins, the exact place I was planning on sitting.

I took a deep breath, the breathed out before taking my place beside Severus. It seems that I will be sitting beside him in most of my classes at this rate. I turned around in my seat to speak to my friends.

“You two really like sitting in the second row,” I stated matter-of-factly.

“Just like you like sitting in front. Seems that this one does too,” Mackenzie said, referring to Severus.

“It would seem that way,” I agreed, laughing lightly.

“Don’t talk about me like I can’t hear every word you’re saying,” Severus said through gritted teeth.

“Anyway, I think class will start soon so we better stop talking.” Madison appeared to be the more responsible one out of the twins.

I turned around to the front and listened to the squeaky voice of the professor, who I learned was Professor Flitwick. I chanced a glance at Severus, before taking my ink out and setting it in front of him for the second time.

“Keep it. I have an extra.” This would make both of us happier. I knew it.

“I’m not concerned with notes for this class. I already know this stuff.” He did not bother to look at me.

“Then use it for the next class. Either way, I do not need it.” I sat up in an effort for him to understand that I made my decision, no matter what he said, but he still refused to touch the jar.

Throughout the class, Professor Flitwick focused on the levitating spell, Wingardium Leviosa. After he finished telling us what it did, which was obvious, he told us to practice. According to Flitwick the proper wand movement was “swish and flick,” as he called it. I did not quite get it at first. I lifted my feather only a couple of inches off the desk before it shook and fell back down. The twins got it right third try, while Severus got it first try. After my fourth try, I finally had it. The twins, well Mackenzie, would never let me live that down.

Lunch came rather quickly. While walking to the Great Hall, Madison linked her arm through my right, and Mackenzie my left. By the time we arrived, Severus had already seated himself. Unfortunately, he found it was wise to keep Lucius Malfoy as company. Lucius had his arm resting on the Severus’s shoulder while whispering in his ear. Lucius let out a bellowing laugh. Severus laughed nervously before turning around to look at the Gryffindor table. Lily Evans smiled lightly at him and gave him a small wave. When she saw the less-than-happy look on his face, her smile fell. I silently laughed to myself.

Finally, I managed to take my eyes off the scene.I looked up at Madison and saw concern. I shook my head and smiled, letting her know it was nothing.

Within a few minutes, I was finished with my food. Madison, who sat next to me, and Mackenzie, who sat in front of me, were still eating. Mackenzie opened her food-stuffed mouth and began to talk.

“I ant helieve oo acsooay had touble wit tat harm” easily translated into, ‘I can’t believe you actually had trouble with that charm.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her lack of manners.

“Kenz, leave Drae alone. And who taught you your table manners? Close your mouth, chew, and shallow,” Madison said in a motherly tone.

“You’re not Mom, Maddie.” Kenz became angry. “You’ll never be Mom, so trop trying. Please.” She said the last word in an apologetically begging tone. Madison’s eyes went blank as she finished her food.

No one else spoke until our next class, Transfiguration with the Gryffindor.






The beginning of Transfiguration was interesting. Walking into the classroom, I noticed an orange tabby cat sitting on a desk in the front of the class. I suggested that we sit near the back, not wanting to be near Evans, who took a seat in the front beside Severus. Once we sat down, the orange cat suddenly shifted into a woman—the woman from the sorting ceremony, to be exact. Professor McGonagall held her wand to the classroom door, and casts a spell to close it. She folded her hands behind her back, before she began to speak.

“Welcome, first years, to Transfiguration. I am Professor McGonagall, and I will obviously be your professor for the next seven years. Transfiguration is highly dangerous and you must be careful. I do not want any joking around or else I will kick you out, and that’s final. Now, I will teach you how to turn a match into a needle. I know it doesn’t sound very excited, but we must start small and work our way up. That way there is less room for mistakes.”

Everybody set to work on his or her matches. By the end of class, only one Slytherin and two Gryffindors, both dark haired and quite handsome, had managed to turn their matches into needles.

Next was Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Hufflepuffs Brilliant. I would rather have class with the Gryffindors, at least they have talents no matter how irritating they are, but you did not hear that from me. Once seated – I sat in the third row behind Maddie and Kenz – a Hufflepuff with short brown hair sat beside me. She looked at me before nodding her head once in acknowledgement. Next thing I knew, she was reaching forward and tapping Maddie on the shoulder.

“Maddie, turn around and see who I am,” said the Hufflepuff in a singsong voice. Maddie turned around and looked at her in happy delight.

“Hey, Sandy. I didn’t see you all summer. Mom tried to contact Aunt Dai, but said she couldn’t get a hold of her. I missed you.” Judging by the happiness with which Maddie greeted the girl and the way she called Sandy’s mom Aunt Dai, I guessed they were cousins. By this point Kenz had also turned around, but instead of smiling and being happy to see her cousin, she glared, and let a low growling sound come from her throat.

“Ha. Well, look at who it is. Sandy Scott, my dear, dear cousin. How have you been? Is Frank doing okay? I’ve missed him terribly. He must have been lonely hanging out with you instead of me,” Mackenzie said in a sarcastically pathetic tone. I expected Sandy to look taken aback by Kenz’s tone of voice and harshness, but she looked as if she was use to it.

“No, no, love. Frank is doing great. In fact, he’s doing so great, that he decided he would rather hang out with a Muggle. Needless to say, his mother and father were not very happy about that. You know what, Kenzie? I’m sorry. I’ve already sent you four owls trying to get that through your head, but you never have listened to me.”

Mackenzie turned around, obviously deciding she was finished with the conversation. I looked over at Maddie who seemed to be mouthing something to Sandy. The brown-haired girl simply nodded once before setting her ink, pen, and book in front of her on the desk. With my best guess, I would say she was reassuring the girl she would talk to her sister.

Professor Apollo was nothing like I expected. He was scary, and seemed very confident in our abilities as well as his own. He talked about the importance of defense, and how we would use it throughout our lifetime. He told us about himself and things about the magical world many did not know. He spoke about the dangers of the world, and how there were less things to not fear than there were to fear. He told us that with this class, we could protect ourselves from almost anything that the magical world may throw at us.



Chapter 5: Misunderstandings, Conversations, and Memories
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“So, tell me, whose class you enjoyed most? Now that we have had time to get use to things, you must know which one you like,” asked Madison as she sat down beside me on the sofa in the Slytherin common room.

We had been in Hogwarts for nearly two weeks. Right now, it was Friday of the second week. I knew why she was asking me this. She asked my last Friday, also, but I didn’t have an answer because I honestly didn’t know. I still don’t really know. It is obvious which classes are Mackenzie’s and Madison’s best. Madison is excellent in Potions and Defense, while Mackenzie is good at Charms and History of Magic. I appear to be decent in all of my classes, except for charms. I really hate charms. Maybe it is because of Professor Flitwick’s annoying voice, or maybe I just don’t have a knack for that class.

I looked up from my Transfiguration homework and smiled at Madison. “I think I like Transfiguration best. It’s fun. Moreover, the fact that Professor McGonagall is an animagius is awesome, although, I love the way Professor Apollo’s voice sounds. I would rather listen to him than McGonagall, but she’s interesting. I loved it when she gave those two troublemakers, Potter and Black, detention for goofing off. The whole thought of Snape being friends with the Gryffindor girl is disgusting, and seeing them sitting together in class makes me want to puke up my breakfast and lunch.” Madison snorted when I looked at her. My nose was crinkled and my eyes squinted in an effort to look disgusted while adding a hint of humor. I’m still not use to the whole “trying to be funny without sarcasm” thing.

“Wait! Hold on! I can’t remember, I know you told me before, but, which is which?” Mackenzie popped up from behind the couch, startling Madison and me. She was on the ground trying to pick up all the beads of her broken necklace. I failed to understand why she didn’t just use magic. I shook my head at the girl, knowing that she knew which was which, but she has become very fond of me telling her, for some reason.

“Potter is the one with the short, messy, black hair and glasses, and Black is the one with long, black hair. Snape is the pale one; I think you know that though. I really cannot understand why you keep asking me about Potter and Black.” I looked down to my book to continue reading.

“You know, that Black guy is really cute,” Mackenzie said, obviously not hearing my last statement. A form of shining awe filled her eyes.

“First, yes, you have told me that before, and second, gross. He is a Gryffindor and a traitor to his family. You do realize that, right, Kenz?” I looked at her, hoping my eyes showed a mixture of stern accusation.

“I do realize that, yes. It isn’t as if I said I wanted to date him, I only said he’s cute. There’s nothing wrong with that. He has a very beautiful family, from what I can tell. I mean, have you seen Narcissa? She’s so beautiful.” Sometimes, Mackenzie’s obvious love of beautiful and well-known families makes me gag. It seems there are plenty of things that I am unable to comprehend lately.

I closed my book before I even started, set it on the table in front of the couch, and walked out of the common room. It was Saturday, I should have been outside, where it was nice and warm. I should have been sitting under the tree by the lake, not inside listening to Mackenzie babble on about Sirius Black.

I walked over to the shaded area beside the lake, lay down, put my hands behind my head, and crossed my legs. Above me, clouds moved and birds flew. It was odd to see things I was sure didn’t exist at my own home, things that were everyday things here at this school. For the first time in my eleven years I finally noticed the smaller things. It felt good, to be able to take a deep breath and breathe in fresh air, but it felt even better to be alone. I was finally able to close my eyes and not worry about a smack on the wrist. It felt good, until the peacefulness was interrupted.

“You alone?” I opened my eyes and saw Severus Snape looking down at me with a curious expression. He never approached me, so whatever had made him do it now was wholly unknown to me. I nodded my head and shifted my body to the right a bit so he could sit beside me. He opened his tattered potions book and began reading.

“You know what, Severus? It’s Saturday. You need to close the book, set it down, and enjoy the time you have away from classes.” When he failed to close his book, I reached out my hand, grabbed it, shut it, and laid it on my other side. I nearly laughed at the look on his face. At first, he seemed slightly annoyed, but when I closed my eyes, he simply took a deep breath and leaned against the tree.

“Severus?” Once I said his name, I complete forgot what I was going to say. How much more pathetic can my mind get today? I decided to ask something else.

“Yeah?” Finally, he was relaxing a bit. I smiled and opened my eyes, looking up at him.

“Do you like it here? I mean, do you enjoy the time away from your family? I do, but I notice how a couple of girls in my dormitory miss there parents and siblings. Of course, I have no siblings myself, and I don’t much care for being around my parents a lot, but other people do. I find it strange. I cannot really understand the need to always be with people you have, well, always been with.” I continued looking at him. He simply stared in front of him, probably not really seeing anything.

He shook his head, “I don’t understand it either. I guess some people just have nice families or something. Why don’t you miss them? Your parents I mean. You are a Lewis. Aren’t all of you really close and everything?” Now he looked at me. Something – sadness maybe – shone through his eyes. A very un-lady-like like snort escaped my nose. Once again, I looked away without answering. After a few minutes of silence, he stopped looking at me and closed his eyes.

“Today is really nice. I am glad it is Saturday.” I pushed myself up into a sitting position and joined Severus against the tree.

“Why do you talk like that?” he asked

“Like what?”

“So proper. I haven’t heard anybody talk like that, especially somebody our age.” I shook my head while laughing silently.

“It’s the way I was raised, Severus. I was raised to be as eloquent as one can be. That includes proper speaking and a decent vocabulary.” I looked at him, and noticed him staring at me. His eyes held no emotion as he nodded his head in understanding. He cannot understand.

“Pureblood properness and eloquence taken to the next level.” He sounded disgusted, and suddenly, I didn’t understand.

“Do you have a problem with that?” I asked bitterly as I sat up and kept my gaze locked on his. He jumped back slightly at my sudden change of mood before replying.

o, there’s not. Most pureblood families just aren’t quite so proper nowadays. You know?” He settled back against the tree and closed his eyes.

“Yeah, I know.” It was my turn to sound disgusted.





The rest of the day was amazing. I spent a lot of time under the tree by the lake, which I have officially deemed “my spot.” I might share with Severus and possibly the twins. We will see if they continue being nice. Only one problem occurred, which nearly ruined my whole day.

The sun was about an hour from setting. Tonight was to be a full moon. I loved the full moon, but I had been outside enough for one day.

I walked down the nearly empty corridor toward the Slytherin common room. Unbeknownst to me, I was being followed by a poltergeist. When I realized this, I was turning a corner to the right. Something hit me in the back of my head and water soaked my hair. I stopped dead in my tracks, not sure what had just happened, only knowing that I was standing in the corridor dripping wet. I knew I was being followed, but by this point I was the only person in sight. I turned around and looked up. Sitting on a statue to my right was a type of ghost. He was ugly, with a wide head, beady eyes, andcolorful clothing. In his hand sat a large blue balloon that I figured was filled with water.

“Who are you, and what in the world do you think you are doing throwing those things at me?” I asked, trying not to let my angry side get the better of me. The ugly ghost smiled widely at me before answering.

“Hello, little firstie. I’m Peeves, the school poltergeist.” Suddenly, he threw the last balloon right at my face, before flying off, laughing wildly with joy.

I stood there in shock, before stomping my foot, something I would no doubt be punished for at home, and continuing my journey to my common room. Unfortunately, my parents never taught me a drying spell, so I had no choice but to leave a trail of water behind me.

I walked into the common room after stating the password. Once inside, I saw Mackenzie, Madison, Severus, and a few older people I did not recognize. Madison jumped up and hurried over to me. Taking in my appearance, she shook her head.

“Peeves?” I nodded my head, and she continued, “I don’t know any drying spells. You could always just take a shower and put on some dry clothes, but you will drip water all over the carpet. Kenz, do you know any drying spells?” Maddie turned to look at her sister, who was trying not to laugh, but failing miserably. She shook her head, much to my utter disappointment.

I looked over to Severus. He looked at my briefly and let out a quiet snicker. He picked up his wand, pointed it at me, and mumbled a spell. Next thing I knew, I was dry. “I really don’t understand you people. She would be drying if you would have just let her upstairs to change instead of keeping her down here soaking wet,” he said dryly before looking down at his book, probably potions. I walked over behind the couch where he was sitting. I leaned over the back and wrapped my arms around his neck. He immediately stiffened at my touch, and I pulled away quickly.

“I guess Kenzie is having a bad influence on me.” I would have told him thank you and then apologized, if I had less pride; I don’t think getting drenched by a ghost and standing in the common room like a wet cat is something to be proud of. I made my way up the stairs before ripping my clothes from my body and jumping in the shower.



Now I sat by the window in the common room. It was a couple of hours past curfew, and I was thinking about everything that happened today, trying to take it all in. Severus and I must have sat outside together for at least three hours before he said something about lunch and began to walk away. I called after him and held up his potions book. He walked back and grabbed it, all the while avoiding my eyes. I was not completely sure if this made us friends or not. Iwas not experienced in that area. It was one of the things my parents had failed to teach me. For some reason, I wanted to be his friend. Maybe itwas because I hated that he only had Lucius and Evans, of all people.

I looked out the window and up at the brightly shining full moon leaving a brilliant reflection in the lake. I began to remember a story Miss May, my nanny, told me when I was eight years old.



I sat on my bed late at night, unable to sleep. I knew it would only be another minute before my nanny would open my bedroom door to check on me. When she finally did, I jumped out of bed and ran over to hug her tiny waist. She patted my head, picked me up, and walked over to my bed. She laid me down before sitting down next to me. I moved so I could place my head in her lap while her fingers unconsciously brushed though my long, black hair. This was a weekly thing for us. I grabbed the teddy bear lying not a foot from me and hugged him tightly to my chest

“Tell me a story, Miss May,” I pleaded.

“What about, deary?” she asked, she blue eyes shining brightly.

“I want to hear the story you told me about the boy. You remember. You told me a long time ago. Well, I want to hear it again. Please, Miss May.”

“Oh, my dear Achindra, that was not just a story. It was true. It happened about three years ago, before I came here to take care of you. There was a boy. I knew his parents quite well; they were very good friends of mine. We all went to Hogwarts together. You remember not to tell your parents this story, correct?” I nodded my head so she would continue, knowing I would keep my promise. “It was a very long time ago. The girl and I were sorted into Ravenclaw, while the boy was in Hufflepuff. Now, don’t let that get to you, deary, he was a very brave man indeed. Not long after school, they married and had a beautiful son. The boy was very smart and very adventurous. When he was not inside helping his mother and father he would wander around outside, exploring everything. The boy was a very curious young lad.

“One night, though, when he was outside, something bad happened. The moon was full and a wolf-man, a werewolf, was outside in the woods. He saw the little boy and ran into his yard. He attacked the boy, biting him on the neck. The poor lad nearly died. His parents found him after the wolf-man left and rushed him to St. Mungo’s as fast as they could apparate.

“I remember sitting beside the boy in his hospital room while the healer told his parents that he had indeed been bitten, and about how he would change every full moon. They begged her to heal their son, to prevent the pain he would have to suffer, but she could not. Now every full moon, the boy’s bones break, change, and he turns into a wolf, unable to access the human inside of him. It is a very painful and dreadful thing.

“Now listen to me, deary. No matter what your parents tell you, I want you to nod your head and tell them they are right, even if you don’t think they are. I know it will not be long before they begin to tell you about the people they call monsters, the people they do not think deserve to live, but do not truly believe them. There is no antidote for being bit by a werewolf. There is no way to prevent the pain. It is a curse, not something they ask for. It is not something they deserve to go through. They are people, as are we. I want you to remember that, deary. Every time you look at the full moon, remember the young boy, remember what I and your parents tell you. It is up to you to decide whether you believe them or me. I trust your judgment.

Not a day goes by that I do not remember my old friends and their son. I miss them terribly, and I hate that they must go through so much, being so young. I am not sure I could handle it myself, but I’m not as strong of a person as they.”

I nodded my head in her lap. She moved out from underneath me and sat my head upon my pillow. She bent down to kiss my forehead, her curly red hair brushing against my face as she told me goodnight.




After that night, I began asking her to tell me more stories about the boy and his parents. It was nearly two years later when I overheard Mother and Father talking in his study.



I was walking down the hall toward my room. Just as I was about to walk past my father’s study, I heard something that caused me to stop dead in my tracks. Father’s voice called out a series of colorful words. Father almost never swears unless he is mad. I stopped beside the closed door to listen, thankful for my few years of experience eavesdropping outside his study.

“Read this article in the Daily Profit, Neil.” Father’s voice sounded angry. A few minutes passed before he began speaking again.

“I just don’t understand. Why doesn’t the Ministry get rid of these monsters? This is the third person a werewolf has attacked in two months. It’s bad enough they let the thing bite a Mudblood and don’t deal with it, but now the monster has killed a Pureblood. A Pureblood! Why in the name of Salazar doesn’t the monster attack more Muggles at least then it will be doing some good in this world. Do the beasts think that by taking the blood of somebody who it pure that they themselves will be cleaner too? That would make it worse more than anything could. Fools! Who cares if they cannot control their actions? The Ministry is just as much to blame as they are.” Father was practically yelling. “Well, they will be getting rid of the thing soon enough.”

I could here the sound of his feet moving against the carpet. The sound was becoming quieter, more than likely due to him walking to the other end of the room to grab a book off his shelf. He always read when something was wrong. Why should this time have been any different?

“The Ministry will definitely handle it. I am sure of it. Just try to stay calm. There isn’t anything we can really do about it.” I could just imagine Mother laying her hand on Father’s shoulder in an effort to calm him down. A few minutes passed before either of them spoke again.

“I’ll go down stars and make you some tea,” Mother said. “I’ll be right back. Just read your book, dear.”

I quickly ran down the carpeted hallway to my bedroom, opened the door, and went to my bed. Moments later, Miss May entered my room, sat on my bed, and began to run her fingers through my hair. I looked up at her.

“It’s not even their fault. They can help it. Father said they can’t help it and you said it too, but he still wants them dead.”

Miss May must have known what I was speaking about because she shook her head and said, “No, they can’t control themselves, deary. You’re right,” before she began to hum me a lullaby. Neither of us were in the mood for stories.




Every full moon, I thought about the stories Miss May use to tell me. I thought about the look in her eyes when she talked about the family she was once so close to. I wondered who the boy was, and how he handled the monster inside of him. Looking up at the moon made me think about the nanny I once had, the nanny I wished to see again, the one I truly did care for.

Just as I stood up to make my way to my dorm, I heard footsteps coming from the direction of the boy’s dorms. I looked toward the stairwell and saw a curtain of black hair. Following the hair were pale skin and black pajamas. Severus Snape.

“What are you doing up?” I asked before he sat down in on the armchairs. He looked up at me, but only briefly.

“Can’t sleep,” he stated simply.

“I was just about to go to bed, but I’m honestly not very tired. Would you like me to keep you company?” I asked partly hoping for sleep, but partly wishing to stay in the common room with my new friend.

“Not really.” I glanced down at me feel then back at him, while he stared at the dying fire.

“Well, okay. If that’s what you want. Goodnight, Severus.” I made my down the stairs to my dorm without giving him time to reply.

Chapter 6: Smelly Sun, Rambling On, and Meana Salina
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DISCLAMER: I own nothing Harry Potter and Nor will I ever. I own only the plot (kinda) and the names of which you recognise not.

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Sundays were so marvelous. It was the day you got to sit back and say, “Great! I have classes tomorrow.” It was even better if an essay was due the next day but you hadn’t begun writing it yet. Okay, so I got distracted by people, and the lake, and walking around. So what? I knew I could still finish my Transfiguration essay no problem.

I walked from my dormitory into the common room where Mackenzie and Madison—well, Mackenzie, at least— sat chatting about absolutely nothing—in other words, I didn’t know what. I was making my way to the doors leading out into the dungeon corridors when Madison yelled out.

“Achindra, where do you think you’re going? Last night you promised you would spend time with us,” she complained.

“I haven’t finished my essay yet. I am going down to the library to finish. You’re free to join me if you like, but I can’t guarantee that I will be any fun,” I asked.

“No, it’s okay, we finished our essays yesterday. Now stop being lazy and finish yours so we can hang out by the lake,” said Mackenzie.

The walk to the library was uneventful: couples were sneaking off to unoccupied broom closets, Potter and Black were running around acting like idiots, and an older girl dropped her books while talking to some guy. I walked into the library, which appeared to be nearly empty. Madam Sunlokk – also known as Madam Sunny, personally named by the twins and I—seemed to be nowhere in sight, which was very odd. From what I had learned from my few trips here, Madam Sunny found great joy in sitting behind her desk and watching the students read.


I shook my head and walked over to a shelf with no idea where to begin looking. I looked around and spotted a Ravenclaw boy with brown hair wearing the Head Boy badge. He looked up and saw me staring at him. He lifted an eyebrow before walking over to me.

“Can I help you with something? You look a little lost,” he said

“I am not lost, but you can help me. I need a book for my Transfigurations essay,” I said boldly.

“Well, what’s this essay suppose to be about?” He laughed slightly for some reason. Maybe I had something in my teeth, because I didn’t see what was so funny about my wanting help.

“The beginning of Transfiguration, the first spell, things like that.” I glanced around the room before looking back up at the boy.

He nodded his head and began walking away. I quickly followed behind him, straining to keep up with his long legs. He stopped suddenly, causing me to almost run into him. Grabbing a thick book from the self and handing it to me, he said, “This should have all the information you need.” I took the book and he walked away again.

Deciding I didn’t want to sit at a table, I walked over to an area near the still empty librarian’s desk and sat myself on the floor. I laid the book the Ravenclaw boy just found, parchment, ink, and my quill on the floor then settled onto my stomach. I opened the book and began reading.

A few pages into the book, and two sentences on my parchment later, the librarian walked in. I looked up to the door, as she made her way to her desk. The few people in the room looked up and stared as she walked past them, her golden hair flowing behind her. Their eyes didn’t stray even when she sat down.

The scene reminded of when I overheard a boy in my house talking to another boy about the young Madam Sunlokk. Supposedly, people thought she was attractive. I started to laugh aloud at the memory.

I continued reading and writing, but stopped when I heard an odd and very embarrassing sound, followed by an odor I didn’t want to try and place. I looked around and noticed that Madam Sunny was the only person near me. I gathered my things, leaving the library book behind, as the smell became worse, and started to leave the library. On my way out, I saw Severus who was just entering the room. I grabbed his wrist and kept walking. He stumbled behind me and tried to tug his wrist from my hand, but I kept a tight grip.

“You are not going in there. Trust me, that is the last thing you want to do right now. Madam Sunny is letting out some pretty sickening odors.”

I looked over at Severus, who looked like he was trying (and failing) not to laugh and let out a bellowed laugh. I shook my head at the sight. Never in the two weeks had I known Severus had I actually seen him laugh. Snicker yes, but never laugh.

“If I let go of your wrist, will you keep following me?” I asked hopefully, once he finished laughing.

“I guess. Where are you going?” I let go of his wrist.

“Lake, of course,” I said matter-of-factly.

Once we were at the lake, I took my things back out, set them on the ground, and lay on my stomach. I looked up at Severus as he sat down beside me.

“So, I know two weeks ago you said you weren’t my friend, but what about now?” I asked curiously, not completely sure why I was asking.

“I don’t know.”

“I know that redhead girl is your friend, but why? I mean, she’s a Gryffindor.” I cut my eyes at him and then propped my head up on my hands and stared out at the lake, work forgotten again.

“I knew her before school,” he said simply.

“Want to tell me about it?” I may not like Evans but she is his friend, so I might as well use her to get him talking some.

“Not really.”

“I’ll talk then. I don’t really like her. She’s too . . . what’s the right word? Happy. Not happy, but cheerful. Annoyingly so. I am not really trying to be mean, but I don’t understand how you two could ever end up being friends. You are very Slytherin, while she is very Gryffindor. Opposites in every way. I am not sure I could get along with something who is my complete opposite. I just don’t understand a lot of things, I guess,” I said, hoping it would get him to talk.

“I’m glad she’s cheerful. It adds something to this dreadful life,” he said dully, his mood worsening.

I sighed. “Never mind. Have you finished your essay? I really just don’t feel like doing it. I would just forget about it, but I don’t really want detention. Moreover, McGonagall said if we do not finish that, she will double the number of words. Two thousand is enough for me already.” I sat up and started to put my things up again, deciding I would finish it before I went to sleep.

“Done,” he mumbled.

“Why, does everybody have to have theirs finished except for me? It is very depressing. I guess that is what I get for being lazy. I’ll do it later on before bed or something, but I will definitely finish. What do you want to do? We should do something fun, don’t you think? I promised Kenzie and Maddie that I would hang out with them. I will have to do that later too. I don’t want Maddie getting mad at me. I don’t think Kenzie will mind too much; she is to busy trying to become friends with Malfoy and Narcissa. So yes, maybe we should . . .”

“I know what we should do. We should sit here and look at the lake. In quiet. In other words, please stop rambling,” he said coldly. I looked at him, shocked and slightly offended, but shut my mouth.

I looked up to the sky and stared at clouds. Different creatures started to show themselves to me: Phoenix, Shrake – a type of spiny fish – and a Mooncalf – a creature with four thin legs and large feet that creates “crop circles” by dancing. My mind began playing tricks on me when it looked like the Mooncalf was dancing, the Shrake was swimming, and the Phoenix was flying. Of course, it could have just been the movement of the clouds. The clouds shifted and began to form new pictures, new creatures. I continued to stare up in amazement until I became bored. I looked over at Severus who was still looking out at the lake.

“Would you like to go swimming, Severus?” I asked, hopeful. The day was rather hot and a swim would be fun.

“Not really,” he stated dully.

“I know what we should do.” I stood up quickly, pulling him up with me, amazed by how light he was. He looked like he was about to refuse until I glared at him. “You see that tree over there?” I pointed out into the distance. “Let us see who can get to the top first, shall we? I’m sure I will beat you.” A look of determination entered his eyes and he took off in a run, slipping from my grip.

I shook my head and ran after him. Not being use to physical activities – Mother always made me stay inside – made it difficult for me to catch up to him. Once I made it to the tree, he was already a third of the way to the top. I reached up and grabbed his legs to stop him. He kicked and pulled, but was unable to lessen my grip. I stared to climb until I was no longer able to hold his ankle. We raced to the top. I knew he would win, despite the heavy cloak he wore on his back.

“Severus!” screamed a loud, annoying voice.

Severus stopped and looked behind him at the ground. I followed his gaze, clinging to the tree so I would not fall. On the ground looking up stood Lily Evans. Her red hair was tied back into a ponytail, and her green eyes were locked sternly onto Severus’s black ones.

“Come down here. I want to show you something cool.” Severus looked like he was contemplating quitting the race for a minute before he began to climb down the tree. I followed.

Once on the ground, I walked over to Evans, hands on hips, and glared at her.

“What do you think you’re doing? Can you not see that Severus and I were playing? Did you think it would be funny to come over here and ruin our game? You did, didn’t you? Well it is not. I was having fun, and so was he. You ruined it!” I yelled accusingly. The girl held up her chin and looked directly into my eyes. I gave her my best death glare and sneer I could manage, but hers did not falter.

“Well, it’s Severus’s choice whether he wants to hang out with me or climb trees with you,” she said slowly, as if I was unable to comprehend.

Becoming angrier and angrier by the minute, I decided to push her. She fell to the ground, and I stomped off to the castle, not bothering to check Severus’s reaction.

Once I was back in my dormitory, I threw myself onto Madison’s bed where she sat cross-legged talking to Mackenzie. The two girls jumped, obviously not surprised. Madison laid her hand on the back of my head and patted me once.

“What’s wrong, Drae?” she asked.

“Evans stole Severus away. We were having fun acing up a tree, when she comes over screaming for Severus to come down. Then I pushed her and walked off. I really do not like her. There is just something about her that screams Gryffindor, and I hate it.” I rolled over onto my back and sat up. Mackenzie moved to sit behind me and began playing with my hair.

“Bellatrix Black is finally marrying Rodolphus Lestrange. October, I heard. That sure would be a sight. Bellatrix is so lucky. Rodolphus is so handsome,” Mackenzie said, changing the subject. I looked up at Madison in question.

“Yeah, Mum is invited,” said Madison, confirming my unspoken question. “Knowing Bella, she’ll probably be wearing a black dress. You know, over the summer I heard Mum talking to Dad. She said that Bella was talking to Rodolphus about You-Know-Who. Said she seemed excited about something.”

“Wait. You-Know-Who. Isn’t that the person going around killing Muggles? My old nanny Miss May told me about him,” I said.

“Yeah. He’s gathering all of these people to be his followers, from what Mum said. He seems dangerous,” said Madison

“Why is he killing Muggles? I know many people don’t like them, but killing them? That seems harsh.”

“Mum said . . .” Madison started.

“That he wants to purify the world. Get rid of the lesser people,” finished Mackenzie.

“Oh,” was all I could say.

Once Mackenzie was done with my hair, she held up a little mirror to show me what it looked like. She had French braided it, leaving a few strands down beside my face. It looked rather cute. I turned around and gave her a hug.

“Thank, Kenzie. It looks great. I usually leave my hair down, but I think I’ll leave it like this.” I smiled at her.

“Did you finish your essay?” Madison asked, standing up from the bed. Mackenzie and I followed suit.

“No. I will tonight, though. It won’t be a problem. I have a question, though. You know that girl whose bed is right across from mine? Do you know anything about her?” I glanced behind me to the girl’s bed as we left the room.

“You mean Salina Phillips?” asked Madison

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, trying to recall hearing her name.

“How can you not know her? She sleeps in our dorm and she’s in all of our classes.”

“She’s always still sleep when I wake up, and she’s never in here when I go to bed. Doesn’t she sit at the back of our classes too?” I asked

“No wonder she doesn’t know her,” Mackenzie deadpanned, looking at Madison.

“Yeah. So you want to know about her?” Madison asked. I nodded my head while she looked to Mackenzie.

“Salina. I really like her name. Anyway, let me see . . . she’s twelve. Transferred in as a first year. I heard that her parents wouldn’t let her go to school, wanted to live as Muggles.” Mackenzie shook her head and continued. “Her parents died though, so her aunt sent her here. She’s practically Muggle-born, looking at how she grew up, but she’s actually a half-blood. She’s mean when you make her mad,” Mackenzie added, looking slightly frightened.

“Did something happen?” I asked, curiously.

“Received detention for hexing a second year Gryffindor. The girl said something bad about Slytherins and Salina hexed her right in the . . .” But she stopped. We were walking down the corridor when the girl in question walked past us. She glanced back at us sharply, causing me and the other two girls to look away. Madison continued in a whisper, “She hexed the girl in the back. Put her in the Hospital Wing. I wouldn’t want to cross her. I’ve never talked to her myself, but things are said when people think she isn’t listening.” Madison looked behind her to make sure that Salina was gone. I simply nodded my head.

We arrived in the Great Hall later than usual. The room was already full of students. I sat down and looked up at the Professors. Professor Apollo was animatedly talking to Madam Sunny. I hoped that he knew about her gas problem. Suddenly, I remembered that I had forgotten to tell Madison and Mackenzie.

“You will never guess what happened this morning,” I said.

“You pushed Evans to the ground?” Madison said more like a statement than a question.

“Well, yes, but that is not what I was going to say. Come closer.” The two girls leaned closer to me from the other side of the table, as I whispered, “I was lying on the floor in the library working on my essay, when I found out that our beautiful Madam Sunny is really a Madam Smelly. She was letting out gas that smelled worse than horse dung.”

I took a bite of my food and watched the twin’s reactions. Madison look disgusted and pushed away her food, while Mackenzie let out a laugh. Several people looked around the Great Hall trying to find the source.

“Humorous, right?” I asked.

“That’s just great. I never would have guessed that she was a farter. In public, too. That’s priceless.” Mackenzie’s laugh quieted down, while Madison shook her head, trying not to join in her sister’s obvious amusement.

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