The Black Angel

Chapter 1 Crashing In

She opened her eyes slowly, trying to recall what had happened…She had been attempting a spell of change…A change in her life. Alice tried to sit up but immediately sank back down. Pain shot through her veins as if she were on fire. The floor was so cold, she writhed a bit at the unpleasant sensations. Where was she?? She was dimply aware of the eyes on her…Dimly aware of the liquid around her heard, wet and sticky…She drifted in and out of consensus, she thought she could hear voices but the sounded so far away, whispering and alarmed…She just hoped they stopped talking…she groaned softly trying to push the noise…the pain away. Her eyes rolled back into her head, the room was under lit, rows bodies filled the seat s around her. They were nothing more than kids…

“Can you hear me? What class are you from?” All these questions came flooding in all at once. The source of these queries was a short dwarf like man with a high pitched voice. Alice’s tone was soft and airy, “What the hell? Classes? I was in my room…” She felt herself slipping into a dangerously deep sleep. Someone stared to shake her, “Ron go get the headmaster! Miss you must stay awake! Hermonie go get Madam Pomphry.” The source of this voice was not high pitched, it belonged to a boy with green eyes.

With in moments she was in the presences of the two elders, whom looked her over curiously. Madam Pomphry took care of the head wound then looked up at Albus, “What shall we do with her now?” The headmaster looked thoughtful before he spoke, “I suppose should find what house would suit her best, test her on her natural strengths, to see what they are…Though one thing is for certain.” He stroked his beard as if he knew something. “What is that?” Poppy asked, looking down at Alice. “She is no ordinary muggle, that much is true.” a Cheshire cat smile formed upon his hidden lips. The Students looked at the stranger with a mixture of awe and distrust.

Alice awoke in Pr. Dumbledore’s office on a very comfortable couch near the back. She was dimly aware of hushed voices around her, she couldn’t make out the words. Alice slowly arose, walking toward the voices unsure…She pulled the curtain back which revealed a magnificent room of wondrous marvels. Talking paintings, nick knacks which seem to have no purpose what so ever. She was absolutely spell bound b the sights she beheld. She was sadly jerked out of her thoughts by a sneer that only she heard, “I don’t want a muggle in my house.” Where this would of intimidated most people, she spat out coldly at the lean man dressed in black whom she would later know as. Pr. Snape, “Do not judge me, for the shades of shame you hide are more apparent than my own.” Despite her thick Scottish accent, her words were quite clear. There was a stunned silence in the air before Severus shattered it, “How dare you disrespect me!” Alice replied icily, “How was I disrespecting you? I held no respect for you in the first place. If you want my respect, than you’ll earn it like everyone else, teacher or not.” Before Severus had the chance to reply, Albus strolled in, “I ask that you not disrespect any of the teachers. Now let us see what house suits you best.” He retrieved the Sorting hat then placed it upon her head. The had did it’s little song before shouting out, “RAVENCLAW!” Alice wondered what this meant and glanced up at the Professor whom beamed proudly, “Ah, glad to have you in my house Miss…?” She glanced at him and replied, “Marvolo.” All of the Professors seem to almost shrink back, that is all except for Albus and Severus.

“Pr. Flitwick will show you to you’re room. Miss. Marvolo. If you have any questions, please ask any of the teachers or older students.” Albus smiled and Pr. Flitwick took her to the common room, he explained the rules of his common room and of the school. Alice listens with mild interest.