Title: Seraphim
Author: Faline
Summary: style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Harry wakes up and gets the biggest shock
of his lifetime. Well, maybe not the
biggest but DAMN, he gets freaked out.
A/N: First HP story ever. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Tried to do something original. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If it comes back to bite me in the ass, at
least I’ll have an excuse right?
Chapter Three
With the
discoloration gone, I had come to the conclusion that Seraphim Malfoy,
whoever she may have been, was quite well shaped. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Long legs and a tight figure made her seem
like some sort of elf. I kept glancing
in the mirror, thinking I’d find pointed ears on the side of my head. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> No such luck as that, however this body
moved with a grace that was only rivaled by the strands coming out of my
scull. Her hair was a glorious
conviction of the Malfoy pride. Long,
flowing, perfectly silver-blond. If I
was a girl, I would have had a bad case of hair-envy. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> As it was, it was currently my hair. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And it was currently being brushed gently
by a house elf. No other than the
energetic Dobby.
“Dobby, I
need to ask you some questions.”
The
little runt stopped his brushing and peered at me in the mirror. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “What can Dobby do for you Mistress?”
“Wh>“What
year is it?”
“It is
1997.”
“Good. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And what is today’s date?”
“September
the 7th.”
I
processed this. So, officially, I was
8 years old. I thought back to what I
was doing at 8. Probably horrid chores
and avoiding Dudley.
Not very exciting. Perhaps I’d
have to go visit myself before I returned home. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Dobby, it’s
September. Was I attacked on the train
to Hogwarts?”
“You
were. Are you forgetting things because
of your being attacked?”
I shook
my head. The house elf resumed his
work on my hair. The door to my room
opened and Draco stepped in. Over the
last few days, he had proved himself to be a doting little brother. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was quite humorous, considering what our
relationship would be like in the future.
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Serie.
Do you feel better?”
The
younger Malfoy stepped next to me and placed a hand on my leg. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He looked so genuinely concerned. style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“Yes
Draco. I feel much better. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The potion I took has made me completely better.”
“Father
said you’reng bng back to school today.
Can’t you stay a little longer?”
Not bloody likely you little
brat.
I shook
my head. I needed to go back to
Hogwarts. I needed to talk to
Dumbledore. I needed to get back to my
home and figure out what I was supposed to do a little over a week ago. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That alone was enough to drive me crazy,
let alone being a girl. I never
realized how messy it could be to take a leak before.
The boy
looked at me with complete adoration for a few moments until I couldn’t stand
it anymore. I scooped him up in my
arms, marveling at the feel of his young body, and sat him down on my
lap. “I want you to stop looking at me
like that, all right?” He nodded. style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“I’m
going to tell you something very important, all right?” style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Another nod. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Now, you can’t tell anyone, not even the
person I’m going to tell you about. In
a few years, you’ll be going to Hogwarts too.
You’re going to make Slytherin house.
After a year, you’ll make the team seeker. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This is all very well and good and very
Malfoy of you. But that’s not
important. None of that is
important. While you’re in school, you’re
going to meet people. I want you to
promise me you will treat everyone the same.
I want you to promise me that even if you serve the Dark Lord, you
keep you mind open to people who are different than you. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Do you understand?”
His look
of complete adoration faded for a completely clueless look. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Oh, bugger it. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Never mind.
Get out, let me get changed.”
The boy hopped down and scampered out of the room. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Dobby watched, as I tore through my wardrobe
and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This world was ridiculous. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> How could anyone live such a vague and
unknowing life?
I stalked
from the room and said my goodbyes.
With a last wave to the completely befuddled Malfoy family, I
apparated to Hogsmead and made my way to the school. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The walk was short, and I took a small joy
in levitating my luggage in front of me.
As I made my way up to the front doors, I noticed that nothing seemed different. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This castle had remained in its perfection
exactly as I remembered it.
Filch
caught me at the door, and gave me a slightly questioning look. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I ignored him, continuing on. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> At the door to the Headmaster’s office, I
considered the best way to go inside.
I knew the over ride password, off course. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But, did I chance using it and losing the knowledge
when I returned to me? I did the only
thing I could think of. I knocked.
Immediately,
the statue shifted and I stepped on to the stairs as they rose. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Ascending the familiar space, I stepped
through the doorway and was not surprised to find my mentor petting
Fawkes. The first words out of his
mouth, before he turned and looked at me, were in fact to offer me a
sweet. How very predictable. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> However, when he turned to face me, his
expression conveyed anything but complete and utter surprise.
“Who are
you?”
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Oooo, cliff hanger. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Don’t know how I updated two chapters in
one night. I’ll just blame
insomnia. Please review. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I know I should have at least one by now. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If no one even likes it, there’s no point in
continuing to post it. And, as humble
as I may like to pretend I am, I like to know that someone is enjoying.
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