Forth to the Past
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New Beginnings
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Ack, tried to upload, but guess I had timed out...? O.o so if any mistakes, its because of that... Grrr... ;)
She laughed, and wiggled within their grip.
\"Really Harry, Ron, you would think it had been more than a few months since I last saw you... Oh, you are squishing me!\" she gasped, a stern look attempting to become settled upon her face, but failing, for in all truth, she was happy. She grinned as they slowly let her go. Not much had changed from last year, but when comparing first year to seventh year, the differences were quite noticeable. Harry, dear Harry, seemed older than he actually was. Their was an air of maturity around him. Quidditch had done its job, filling out the lean stalky frame that he had once owned. Like his father, his hair was still always tousled, and she often teased him about that, running her fingers through the raven locks, telling him he did it on purpose, to attract the ladies. He would simply smirk, wink, and tickle her until she pleaded for mercy.
Ron. Ron, Ron, Ron. He was the same and different. He had grown much during the summer break between fifth and sixth years, filling out. He lacked Harry\'s grace, but his was a solemn brawn. His shoulders were wider than Harry\'s, but his muscles a bit less defined. Although nothing serious would ever happen between them, she had to admit that she did enjoy swimming in the summer with these two... Her gaze shifted, settling upon the other Weasley, who was twisting a piece of red hair through her finger. Hermione should have been jealous but she could never actually be... She was a sister, and alth Gin Ginny was rather disappointed when she finally realized that nothing would come between ‘Mione and her brother for she had wanted her to be a part of the Weasley family... but she came to realize that marriage or not, Hermione was a part of the close knit family.
\"Come on you guys,\" Hermione finally spoke, linking her arms between the two guys, and winking at Ginny, \"we have enough time for a quick study session before the Sorting Hat.\"
\"MIONE!\" they groaned, both rolling their eyes at her, but as she erupted into giggles, and took up, practically skipping to the doors, the two guys could do nothing but shake their heads, and grin at Ginny, before once again watching the Head Girl. They all loved Hermione, for all her quirks and all her faults.
\"Well, well, well, look what the serpent dragged in... if it\'s not ..\"
\"Malfoy\"
\"Really Granger... A filthy little mudblood like you should know better than to talk in such a tone to one such as myself...\"
\"Do you ever learn a new song, or do you just sit their and squawk like the spoiled parrot you are... Polly want a cracker?\"
Draco\'s eyes narrowed, as with a huff, Granger was out of his site, followed by Potty and Weasel, the little golden trio, with the Firebox on their heels. Really. Though he had been surprised at her outburst. Rather unlike her, actually. Why, he remembered the end of the term, last year, when she had flushed an embarrassed shade of crimson, and fled like the cowardly lion.
‘Gods,\' he thought, ‘muggle references...\' Groaning, he moved along, his two goons shading him.
Albus stood at the front of the great hall, head of the table, the sentinel that indeed seemed immortal. His eyes still twinkled and mischievousness still shimmered about his whole being. Something deep within told him that this year would be a year of changes, a year of innocence lost as the skin of youth was shed, and the imperative step into adulthood taken for many. Although outward he was the steady lighthouse upon the barren cliffs, inside the battles raged; many decisions he regretted, but he did not let that regret hold him down, rather, it allowed him to continue, for did people not look upon the past to dwell upon it, but rather learn.
\"Welcome! Before we let the feast begin, there are a few announcements I would like to make...\"
Draco was bored, but that was nothing new. He was still a ferret, rude and annoying, forever looking down upon those whose bloodlines paled to his own, degrading, humiliating, and destroying the hopes and dreams of those who were pathetic enough to believe his words. Being Head Boy, he knew that at least outwardly he needed to appear interested, and he did politely clap when first years were sorted into Slytherin, and welcome them, but inwardly, his mind stirred, running through the events of the summer, the conquests he had made, the information he had collected. It beenbeen a summer of experiences, of new knowledge. No mark marred his beautifully porcelain skin, yet... He was still unsure whether or not he wanted to take that step, to bind himself to a fate that was not of his choice, but if push came to shove, he wondered if he would have a choice... His eyes slipped across the room, the horrid Gryffindor red and gold gaudily taunting him. He scowled, which only deepened as his gaze shifted to the golden trio. Nostrils flared, eyes narrowed, slipping from the ruffled raven haired Potter, to the flame haired Weasel, to the cinnamon haired... cinnamon... no, that was too nice of a word for a mudblood... Why he had thought that, he was not sure.
His thoughts were interrupted with the speech of the fumbling Headmaster. \"... the forbidden forest is still that.. Forbidden. New items have been adto tto the list of Illegal Items found in Finch\'s office, many as I am sure you are aware,\" a twinkle shone through the old mans eyes, \"are compliments of the Weasley brothers...\" A small hoot from the Gryffindor table make Draco shake his head, and roll his eyes. \"As you know, Darcy Crispus has left us at the end of the last term, and we are proud to welcome Kassandra Alastrina to take his Defense Against the Dark Arts place...\"
Draco lifted his head, eyes narrowing upon the lithe creature that stood up briefly, making her presence known. Indeed, how could he have missed her. She was tall, with locks of wheaten gold, almost the colour of the full fledged moon, but deeper, laced through with darker tones, a flash of copper here... a tint of cream their, and eyes... He would swear she was Veela... but something told him otherwise. There was a strange attraction... but also a repulsiveness to her.
Not too bad though, he thought, remembering that he had been staring, before returning once more to his inner workings, as supper appeared before him.
Ack, tried to upload, but guess I had timed out...? O.o so if any mistakes, its because of that... Grrr... ;)
She laughed, and wiggled within their grip.
\"Really Harry, Ron, you would think it had been more than a few months since I last saw you... Oh, you are squishing me!\" she gasped, a stern look attempting to become settled upon her face, but failing, for in all truth, she was happy. She grinned as they slowly let her go. Not much had changed from last year, but when comparing first year to seventh year, the differences were quite noticeable. Harry, dear Harry, seemed older than he actually was. Their was an air of maturity around him. Quidditch had done its job, filling out the lean stalky frame that he had once owned. Like his father, his hair was still always tousled, and she often teased him about that, running her fingers through the raven locks, telling him he did it on purpose, to attract the ladies. He would simply smirk, wink, and tickle her until she pleaded for mercy.
Ron. Ron, Ron, Ron. He was the same and different. He had grown much during the summer break between fifth and sixth years, filling out. He lacked Harry\'s grace, but his was a solemn brawn. His shoulders were wider than Harry\'s, but his muscles a bit less defined. Although nothing serious would ever happen between them, she had to admit that she did enjoy swimming in the summer with these two... Her gaze shifted, settling upon the other Weasley, who was twisting a piece of red hair through her finger. Hermione should have been jealous but she could never actually be... She was a sister, and alth Gin Ginny was rather disappointed when she finally realized that nothing would come between ‘Mione and her brother for she had wanted her to be a part of the Weasley family... but she came to realize that marriage or not, Hermione was a part of the close knit family.
\"Come on you guys,\" Hermione finally spoke, linking her arms between the two guys, and winking at Ginny, \"we have enough time for a quick study session before the Sorting Hat.\"
\"MIONE!\" they groaned, both rolling their eyes at her, but as she erupted into giggles, and took up, practically skipping to the doors, the two guys could do nothing but shake their heads, and grin at Ginny, before once again watching the Head Girl. They all loved Hermione, for all her quirks and all her faults.
\"Well, well, well, look what the serpent dragged in... if it\'s not ..\"
\"Malfoy\"
\"Really Granger... A filthy little mudblood like you should know better than to talk in such a tone to one such as myself...\"
\"Do you ever learn a new song, or do you just sit their and squawk like the spoiled parrot you are... Polly want a cracker?\"
Draco\'s eyes narrowed, as with a huff, Granger was out of his site, followed by Potty and Weasel, the little golden trio, with the Firebox on their heels. Really. Though he had been surprised at her outburst. Rather unlike her, actually. Why, he remembered the end of the term, last year, when she had flushed an embarrassed shade of crimson, and fled like the cowardly lion.
‘Gods,\' he thought, ‘muggle references...\' Groaning, he moved along, his two goons shading him.
Albus stood at the front of the great hall, head of the table, the sentinel that indeed seemed immortal. His eyes still twinkled and mischievousness still shimmered about his whole being. Something deep within told him that this year would be a year of changes, a year of innocence lost as the skin of youth was shed, and the imperative step into adulthood taken for many. Although outward he was the steady lighthouse upon the barren cliffs, inside the battles raged; many decisions he regretted, but he did not let that regret hold him down, rather, it allowed him to continue, for did people not look upon the past to dwell upon it, but rather learn.
\"Welcome! Before we let the feast begin, there are a few announcements I would like to make...\"
Draco was bored, but that was nothing new. He was still a ferret, rude and annoying, forever looking down upon those whose bloodlines paled to his own, degrading, humiliating, and destroying the hopes and dreams of those who were pathetic enough to believe his words. Being Head Boy, he knew that at least outwardly he needed to appear interested, and he did politely clap when first years were sorted into Slytherin, and welcome them, but inwardly, his mind stirred, running through the events of the summer, the conquests he had made, the information he had collected. It beenbeen a summer of experiences, of new knowledge. No mark marred his beautifully porcelain skin, yet... He was still unsure whether or not he wanted to take that step, to bind himself to a fate that was not of his choice, but if push came to shove, he wondered if he would have a choice... His eyes slipped across the room, the horrid Gryffindor red and gold gaudily taunting him. He scowled, which only deepened as his gaze shifted to the golden trio. Nostrils flared, eyes narrowed, slipping from the ruffled raven haired Potter, to the flame haired Weasel, to the cinnamon haired... cinnamon... no, that was too nice of a word for a mudblood... Why he had thought that, he was not sure.
His thoughts were interrupted with the speech of the fumbling Headmaster. \"... the forbidden forest is still that.. Forbidden. New items have been adto tto the list of Illegal Items found in Finch\'s office, many as I am sure you are aware,\" a twinkle shone through the old mans eyes, \"are compliments of the Weasley brothers...\" A small hoot from the Gryffindor table make Draco shake his head, and roll his eyes. \"As you know, Darcy Crispus has left us at the end of the last term, and we are proud to welcome Kassandra Alastrina to take his Defense Against the Dark Arts place...\"
Draco lifted his head, eyes narrowing upon the lithe creature that stood up briefly, making her presence known. Indeed, how could he have missed her. She was tall, with locks of wheaten gold, almost the colour of the full fledged moon, but deeper, laced through with darker tones, a flash of copper here... a tint of cream their, and eyes... He would swear she was Veela... but something told him otherwise. There was a strange attraction... but also a repulsiveness to her.
Not too bad though, he thought, remembering that he had been staring, before returning once more to his inner workings, as supper appeared before him.
A/N:
Darcy- Celtic - dark, meh...
Crispus- Roman Emperor.. Sounded cool ^_~
Kassandra- doom prophetess... of Troy `lol`
Alastrina- form of Alexandra, feminine form of Alexander- helper of mankind. Greek meaning I believe... http://www.angelfire.com/on4/hlfox/ka.JPG
Next Chapter: Explinations on how Kassandra got there probably... Some run ins with a suspicious Snape, and the twinkling eyes of a Headmaster... maybe `lol`