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This chapter has been revised. 12/7/2009.

Chapter 2- Pawn

Why did everything have to be so green? Taryn woke up momentarily forgetting where she was. When she remembered she groaned and turned over, shoving her face into the pillow. This can’t be happening. First the vision was wrong and now she had to deal with the overly cocky Draco Malfoy who seemed to think that he was better than everyone else. He’s hot though. No, I did not just think that! Dragging herself out of bed, Taryn rushed into the bathroom to clear her head.

She hummed a familiar tune as she walked back into the dorm, one of her favorite songs by some muggle rock band. Pansy, who to Taryn’s disappointment shared the dorm, told her to shut up. This only made Taryn hum louder. Scowling at Taryn, Pansy marched out of the dorm, she could be heard stomping all the way down the stairs. Grinning, Taryn pulled on her robes and walked down the stairs after Pansy. Before she even reached the common room Taryn could hear Pansy’s shrill voice echoing around the dungeons.

"You don’t care about me at all do you?! Ever since that bitch got sorted here you haven’t even said a word to me! It’s Taryn this and Taryn that! Urg!"

"Pansy, you shouldn’t shout. It’s not becoming." Draco spoke coolly noting how red in the face Pansy was.

"And whenever you do speak to me, it’s always an order." Pansy was pouting now. "I thought you loved me." She whimpered. Taryn stopped walking down the stairs. Entering in on this conversation could turn very nasty. "Please Drakey, just forget about her."

"I can’t." Taryn strained to hear those last few words.

"But Draco-" Pansy sounded close to tears now, Taryn almost felt sorry for her, almost.

"I’m going down to breakfast, don’t follow me."

Taryn waited a few minutes before emerging from the stairwell. Long enough to make sure Draco had left and Pansy had followed him. Then she slowly made her way to the Great Hall, trying desperately not to get lost. In the end she finally found her way there, but stopped at the entrance. She didn’t want to sit with Draco and the other Slytherins, but it didn’t look like anyone else was mixing houses.

"Taryn!" Hermione was calling her name and waving her over to the Gryffindor table. Taryn breathed a sigh of relief. Thank Goodness.

* * * * * *

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Ron asked, flabbergasted.

"I’m inviting Taryn to sit with us."

"But Hermione, she was sorted into Slytherin."

"Honestly Ron, that doesn’t really matter."

"Really? Well then why don’t you invite Malfoy over while you’re at it?"

"Ron, that’s different."

"How? They’re both Slytherins."

"Yea, but Malfoy is a git, while Taryn is nice."

"But she’s still a Slytherin!"

"What’s your point Ron?"

"That’s there’s a reason why she was put there! It’s the 'My daddy's a Deatheater' club of Hogwarts! There has to be something evil about her for her to be in there!"

"Guys knock it off!" Harry broke in. "She’s coming to sit with us."

"Hey guys!" Taryn said happily, sliding into the seat next to Hermione. "I was worried that your school would have rules about sitting with your own house."

"You didn’t want to sit with the other Slytherins?" Ron asked as Hermione kicked him under the table.

"Not really, I don’t think they like me very much."

"Malfoy seemed to." Ron said under his breath. Hermione kicked him again and Taryn pretended not to hear.

"So what class do you guys have first?"

"Potions." Harry groaned.

"What’s wrong with potions?"

"Snape." Harry laughed at Taryn’s confused expression. "Snape is the Potions Professer."


"We’d better get going, we don’t want to give Snape an excuse to take points from Gryffindor." Hermione said standing.

"Does Snape not like Gryffindor or something?" Taryn asked.

"You could say that." Harry grumbled darkly. "See Slytherin and Gryffindor compete a lot, and Snape is the Head of the Slytherin house. He just wants Slytherin to win."

"That’s stupid."

* * * * * *

Draco narrowed his eyes and slammed his fist onto the table. He was so angry that he didn’t notice the turned over glace of pumpkin juice that was slowly staining the white table cloth. Damn Gryffindors. Standing quickly Draco stormed out of the Great Hall and towards the Potions classroom. He would not let them make her hate him.

* *
* * * *

"Settle down." Snape said as Draco stalked in throwing his books down on the nearest desk. That desk happened to be shared by Pansy Parkinson. "Today we will be making a visiblity solution. It alows the drinker to see things that are invisible or that are hidden. But before we start Parkinson switch with Weasley. Go now."

"Slimy git." Ron said under his breath as he got up to sit next to Malfoy. Taryn silently agreed as Pansy took Ron’s vacated seat next to her.

"Ten points from Gryffindor Weasley. I’d keep my comments to myself. The directions are on your desks, I want the completed potion by the end of this class."

"First we need to cut up the Toadstool stem, and crush the Hornwort into powder." Taryn told Pansy.

"Fine." Pansy replied as she took the knife and started
violently chopping the Toadstool stem. Taryn rolled her eyes.

"What was that for?" Pansy demanded.

"You act like you hate me all the time, but I haven’t done a damn thing to you." Taryn answered pounding the Hornwort as Pansy’s chopping grew more furious.

"You came here, that’s what you did."

"Gee, I’m sorry I messed up your life." Taryn said sarcastically.

"You never should have come here."

"Shut up! You don’t know anything about why I came here!" Taryn was unaware of how her voice was raising and that people were starting to stare.

"I don’t care about why you came here! You took him away from me!"

"It doesn't seem like you had him in the first place." Smack. Pansy’s hand came across Taryn’s face. Recovering quickly Taryn knocked Pansy to the floor. As soon as her body collided with Pansy’s she felt the chill down her spine.

The hallway was dark, the silence was almost deafening. Taryn saw herself walking down the hall, an insanely happy grin on her face. Then someone moved out of the shadows. Pansy was rushing at her shouting and she clutched something in her pudgy fist. Pansy barreled into Taryn, knocking her to the floor. There was a loud crack and Taryn’s scream echoed through the hallway.

"What is going on here?" Snape shouted pulling Taryn and Pansy apart. "This is not how I expect ladies in my house to act!"

"She attacked me professor!" Pansy whimpered.

"What? I-"

"Miss. Faye I did not ask for your imput. What happened Miss. Parkinson?"

"She just attacked me Professor, she’s been horrible to me ever since she came here." A few fake tears rolled down Pansy’s pudgey cheeks. "She’s threatened me professor."

"I did not!" Taryn shouted.

"Miss. Faye! The headmaster’s office, now!" Snape shouted pointing to the door.

"But Professor! It wasn’t her!" Harry protested. "Pansy attacked her first!"

"Mr. Potter, I do not recall asking you to speak. If anyone else speaks during this class it will cost them fifty points. Miss. Faye! The headmaster’s office!"

Taryn who had been standing there in silent rage threw her books into her bag and stormed out of the dungeons. Like I even know where the hell the headmaster’s office is. This staircase looks good. Taryn got so caught up in getting lost in Hogwarts that she didn’t even notice when she walked right through someone.

"Watch where you’re going! Just because I’m a ghost doesn’t mean you can walk right through me." Taryn turned slowly and jumped in surprise.

"Who are you?"

"The students call me Nearly-Headless Nick, I prefer to be called Sir Nic-"

"Nearly Headless?"

"Yes, would you like me to demonstrate?"

"No thanks."

"So what is a young Slytherin doing wandering the halls when you should be in class?"

"Well, actually I’m trying to find the headmaster’s office, but I’ve gotten myself lost."

"I see. Well good thing I know the way there. Follow me then." Walking along with Nick was fun, Taryn decided. He made her laugh with all of his stories, and he almost had her forgetting about why she was going to see Dumbledore. That is until they arrived there.

"What now?" Taryn asked quietly as they approached the large stone gargoyle.

"Ton-tongue toffee." Nick said to the gargoyle. The gargoyle seemed to consider this, then he jumped aside revealing the staircase to Dumbledore’s office. "Good luck then." Nick said departing. Taking a deep breath Taryn mounted the staircase. This has to be a record. I bet no one has ever been sent to the headmaster’s office during the first class of a new school year. When she reached the door she thought breifly about turning and running but her hand had already lifted the knocker. Letting it fall she braced herself for what lay in the office as the door swung open.

"Good morning Miss. Faye. This is a pleasant surprise. How can I help you?" Professor Dumbledore said from his seat behind his desk. This was not at all what Taryn had expected. She was expecting a bitter old man who loved to punish the students of his school. Professor Dumbledore clearly was not that kind of man.

"Hello, Professor." Taryn said in a small voice. "Professor Snape sent me to see you."

Dumbledore motioned for her to be seated. "And why is that?"

"Well Pansy and I got into a fight, sir." Taryn said sitting in the chair facing him.

"And you are the only one in my office."

"I know! And it’s not fair! She provoked me! I was just defending my-"

"Miss. Faye." Dumbledore said holding up a hand to silence her. "I do not think that Professor Snape sent you to my office because of your disagreement with Miss. Parkinson. Am I correct in assuming that you had a vision during your run-in with Miss. Parkinson?"

"Yes. Did Professor Snape know that I had a vision?"

"Yes, I believe he did."

"How would he know that?"

"When your aunt informed me of your unique gift I thought it wise to tell the rest of the staff. This way they would be prepared. Professor Snape recognized that you had a vision and thought it best that you come see me."

"Oh. So everyone knows that I have visions?"

"Only the staff. None of your classmates know." Taryn sighed in relief and sand back into the chair. She didn’t want anyone knowing about her visions.

"Professor? May I tell you what I saw?"

"Of course. You may always talk to me Taryn."

"I saw Pansy attacking me."

"Another fight?"

"No, not exactly. I was walking down the hallway and she just came out of no where. She was yelling something I couldn’t understand. Then she knocked me to the ground, she had something in her hand. I screamed and then it was over." Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"Well then, from now on I must ask you to refrane from going places alone where this might occur." He paused. "Also do not hesitate to come here if you are in need of anything. Now what else did you want to ask me?"

"How did you know?" Taryn asked, but Dumbledore just smiled. "I wanted to ask abou the sorting. You see, I had a vision before I came here that I would be sorted into Gryffindor, but when I got here I was sorted into Slytherin. My visions have never been wrong before, and I didn’t do anything to change this one."

"Did you by any chance hear the sorting hat’s song while you where out in the hallway before the ceremony?"


"Well, the hat likes to remind us of lessons, and give us advice. This year the sorting hat chose to enlighten us on unity. United we stand. Divided we fall. As you have undoubtabely found out, Gryffindor and Slytherin are not on the best of terms with eachother. Keeping this in mind and seeing how you have made such quick friends with Miss. Granger, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley I believe that was why the hat put you in Slytherin. Alas, that is mearly a theory, but you did cause quite a stir at breakfast this morning." He finished, eyes twinkling.

"Thanks for your time Professor, I think I’ll go ask Professor Snape if I can redo that potion for credit." Taryn stood, feeling dazed. As soon as she was out of the office she leaned against the cool stone wall. The stupid hat had put her in Slytherin where it was absolutely miserable just so stupid Hogwarts could have unity? Damn Hat, I was supposed to be in Gryffindor! Taryn thought agrily, slamming a fist against the wall. She hadn’t moved across continents to play games with some hat that thought it could mess with people’s lives. If it wasn’t for that hat Pansy wouldn’t be trying to attack her, and Malfoy wouldn’t have looked so smug last night when he walked her to her room. No, it was all the hat’s fault and like hell she was going to support the unity that hat had forced her into starting. I will not be a pawn in someone’s game.

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