Wicked Ways

**************Authors Note: You might remember us from our other story Daughters of Darkness…and you might know that the story is very serious. Well this is our way to have fun after all of that. So be forewarned it gets a little, well more than a little, pervy….but pervy is fun – WickedSisters **************

The surface of the cold stone walls seemed to swim in the flickering light from the torches that hung at regular intervals on the wall. The red-orange light lent an eerie glow to the floor where it pooled and flowed on the stones. The small breeze that whispered down the hall was chill and damp and seemed to creep through every seam it could. Harry, Ron and Hermionie trudged down toward the Potions class along with the rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh years.

It was the second week of their seventh year and the three friends were amazed that nothing strange had yet to happen. Classes had been going along normally, Lupin had taken over Defense Against the Dark Arts class again, and it seemed that the First years had finally gotten over going to school with the famous Boy-Who-Lived. In fact the only thing that had happened so far was that Seamus had managed to blow up his chair in Charms class. Harry knew that the calm would not last long but hope that maybe for once since he started at school that he could make it to Winter Holiday with out a catastrophe happening.

Three companions followed the rest of the students into the classroom and took their usual seats at on of the back tables. They set up their cauldrons on the ancient looking burners and pulled out their copies of Deadly Eden by Lauriean Woodbar knowing Snape was going to assign them something out of the book.As HAs Harry was digging though his bag for his quill Ron nudged him in the ribs. “Look at Malfoy. Does he always have to strut around like that?” he said pointing over to where Draco was.

Draco Malfoy had changed since they first met in their first year at Hogwarts. He had finally stopped slicking back his hair so that now it feathered lightly around his face and shoulders. His features had changed from being sharp and pronounced to giving him an aristocratic appearance. His voice had deepened to a husky purr that had most of the girls and none to few of the boys vying for his attention. He had learned to use his looks as an advantage early in the sixth year and has since then been using them to get other students to do what he wanted.

Harry and his friends had not been left behind though. Harry had retained his gangly appearance but his years on the House Quidditch team had filled him out. He finally gained some semblance of control over his hair and he had taken his Seekers grace and agility off the Pitch. Ron had finally stopped growing though he still stood at least two inches taller than his classmates, his hair had darkened to a less noticeable shade of red, and his skin darkened from regular exposure to the sun playing and practicing Quidditch hiding his freckles. Hermionie had magically straitened her hair though it kept a slight wave. Her body finally caught up with the rest of the girls and had developed a few curves of its own.

Harry rolled his eyes as he watched Draco preen for a few of his admirers. “Just ignore him Ron. You know how he is he just wants the attention, it makes him feel better.”

Before Ron could reply Professor Snape burst into the room and swept through the tables toward his desk. His robes fanned out behind him giving the appearance of wings as he turned around to face the class. He glared out over the room full of students before he began speaking.

“I trust all of you have been working on your medical essays.” He grinned slightly has a few of the students groaned. “They will be due tomorrow at the start of class.” He reached into the recesses his robe and pulled out his wand. He tapped it against the blackboard and writing appeared giving the directions for the potion they would be making. Before he could begin to explain what they would be doing he was interrupted by a quiet knock at his door.

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Authors Note: Ok I am going to warn readers right now that I am taking my right to poetic license and ignoring some things what were done in OotP…not cause I don’t agree with it but because I need for it to not have happened. And besides I started writing this before I read that book so ::raspberry:: to any one who does not like it.

Snape glared at the door for a moment before shoving his wand back inside the confines of his robe and striding to the door. He wrenched the door open preparing to give whoever dared disturb his class an earful but was forced to stop before he got a single word out by who was standing outside his door.

McGonagall was standing at Snape’s door with her hand raised repaired to knock again. When she noticed that Snape had opened the door she lowered her hand. Shape’s brow creased as he noticed the worried look on his fellow teachers face. The students coulcould also see McGonagall were also curious.

“I am sorry for disturbing you Snape but something has come up that requires your presence,” she said quietly, “and I think it would be best if you closed the door.” she motioned for Snape to step outside his class and shut the door.

Snape turned to his class and glared at those students who had left their seats trying to see what was going on. “All of you are to read chapters two and three of Deadly Eden while I am gone. Malfoy,” he snapped looking at Draco “I trust you to keep the Gryffindors in line.” With that he slammed the door shut at the confused class.

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The students watched in silence as the door shut on the two professors. No one really began reading the chapters but instead started to discuss what was going on in hushed voices. On the both sides of the room Voldemort was the main topic. The Gryffindors were all discussing what the dark wizard could have done with fear evident in their whispers, the Slytherins elated that the dark wizard may have achieved another victory for his side.

Ron leaned over and tapped Harry on the shoulder. “What do you think is going on, do you think You-Know-Who did something?”

Harry looked up from his book at his friend. “I don’t think so. If it was him McGonagall would have told the entire class not asked Snape to leave.” He brushed a hand through his hair and leaned back on his stool. “I don’t know want to think.” He finally said and shrugged.

Hermione for once didn’t add her two cents to the boys musings, ignoring them instead for a discussion with Parvati about whether what ever happened would keep then from going to Hogsmeade in the fall. The two girls seemed to have plans that, if ruined, would be devastating to their lives. The two girls continued to giggle and completely ignored Harry and Ron looking at them.

“I think Hermione has finally lost it.” Ron said rolling his eyes. he leaned his head back only to be met with the sight of Draco Malfoy leering down at him.

“I believe that Snape said everyone was to be reading, not talking.” He drawled as Ron sat back up and turned to face Draco.

Ron glared at Malfoy. “So shouldn’t that mean that you should be reading too.” He snapped.

“No, I believe that Snape left me in charge to make sure that people like you didn’t break the rules. Perhaps I will have to deduct points from Gryffindor to make you behave.” Draco sneered as the Slytherins all snickered quietly behind him.

“Just cause you are a Prefect doesn’t mean you can abuse the power.” Ron said weakly.

Draco looked down at the Prefect badge gleaming against the black of his school robes. “Oh I think it does.” he laughed

Hermione, who had yet to even notice what was going on turned and stood up to face Draco. “Go ahead and try Malfoy but I will have you know that how ever mpoinpoints you deduct from our house I will take twice as many from yours.”

Draco opened his mouth to reply but closed it as Hermione glared at him. He gave Ron and Harry one last sneer and turned away from the three to head back to his table.



Outside in the hallway McGonagall hissed at Snape, “We need to get all of the heads of houses together.”

“And what is so important that you are interrupting my Potions class?” he said, trying to fight his lip creeping up in a disdainful curl.

McGonagall quickly explained and added, “Get Remus as well. He might be able to help the situation.”


Dumbledore was sitting in his office when there was a small hissing noise followed by an audible pop! Turning he saw a girl, by the look of her around 17, standing in front of his desk with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her black hair had raucous red streaks in it stood apart from her deep violet eyes. Violet eyes, which did seem to be frustrated. “May I help you?” he asked calmly, folding his hands on the desk in front of him.

“I need to speak to Sirius Black,” she said bluntly in an alto voice.

Raising an eyebrow Dumbledore said, “I’m sorry, but his whereabouts are unknown. Might I ask why you are seeking him?”

She huffed, glaring a hole into the wall behind his head. “He’s … family. I need him.”

Dumbledore said calmly, “Minerva, please get the heads of the houses and meet in my office immediately.”

He looked at her and motioned for her to sit, and she did, perching on top of the red chair to his left. He raised an eyebrow, as she wasn’t sitting in it, but on it. Her eyes were calculating as her knees bent at odd angles until she looked uncommonly comfortable. The two of them discussed her coming to Hogwarts (and exactly how she was able to Apparate into his office) until he felt comfortable and she was a little less stressed. The door opened a moment later and five adults filed in and the door closed with a click behind them. McGonagall was looking rustled and rather flustered. Snape was glaring at Professor Flitwick who stood to his left talking animatedly to the Herbology teacher. Professor Sprout had dirt on her cheek, she had probably whipped her hand at one point and not noticed the smudge. Lupin was last in the door and looked apathetic until he spotted the girl on the chair, and then blinked.

“What is this all about Dumbledore?” Flitwick squeeked. “I left first years alone practicing their charms. I am afraid of the damage to my classroom!”

“Professors, may I introduce Avari T’lageos,” he said, motioning to the pale girl sitting on top of his red chair. She wiggled her fingers in their direction, not really paying attention to them but looking at Fawkes with an interested gaze.

“Avari,” he said, his voice sounding a little more stern, “These will be your Professors while you are here at Hots.”ts.”

She looked at them one by one. “Old. Greasy. Tiny. Chubby.” She paused when she looked at Remus and tilted her head to the side a little. “You’ll do.” The Professor’s scowls didn’t faze her at all, not even Snape’s snarl could make her falter. She stood up and said in a chipper voice, “So where will I be staying?”

“Wow, dungeons. We don’t have these in America. From what I’ve gathered the American’s just killed their enemies outright. Saved ‘em a lot of trouble in the end.” Avari was inspecting a coat of armor while Snape motioned Malfoy over. He was still trying to forget the Sorting hat screaming “SLYTHERIN! PUT HER IN SLYTHERIN!” Malfoy sauntered over, his Prefect badge shining in the dim light.

Snape smiled. “We’ve a new student. Can you make sure Avari is carefully put away in the girl’s dormitory?”

Before Malfoy could respond or Avari could argue he left, his robes whooshing with a regal air.

Draco raisl-brl-brl-bred eyebrow at the newest addition to his house. And it was his house. Snape practically let him run it anyway, and with his father having so much sway with the board of directors. He was about to open his mouth to tell her to follow him but instead watched her glare after Snape. Was she muttering?

“What do you mean dormitory? I am not sharing a room with those … things. I must talk to Dumbledore about this. Totally preposterous. Sharing a room with human girls. Completely filthy!” She noticed that he was staring and snapped at him. “What do you want?”

Draco sneered at her and pointed. “Girl’s dorm over there and down the stairs. Have fun Red.”

She glared at him, her fingers itching before sniffing, raising her chin and walking away. She headed straight for the girl’s dormitory. He heard the door open and a moment later screeching followed out into the Common Room. Pansy Parkinson flew through the door and landed on her back, her face red from anger and her hair mussed from flying through the air. The girl Malfoy had sent into the Girl’s Hall walked out, her wand in her hand. When Pansy threw insults at her the black and red haired girl pointed her wand at her. Pansy fell silent, her fingers clutching at her mouth, muffled screams waiting to escape.

“Next time, don’t look at me funny!”

The new girl stalked back into the Girl’s Hall, the door swinging close behind her. Pansy still couldn’t talk.



The next day Avari was sitting in Potion’s class, tapping her quill with a bored air on the parchment. It was so boring in here. She looked around the room and saw a boy with bottle glasses and some kid with red flaming hair sitting next to each other, whispering and waving their hands around.

“Mr. Potter! Ten points from Gryffindor!” Snape barked and went back to his lesson.

Harry growled at Snape but didn’t respond. He and Ron were still trying to figure out why the heads of the houses had been pulled into Dumbledore’s office. “I bet you a Knut it has to do with that girl sitting alone over there,” Ron whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “She’s new, and in Slytherin House to boot. Nothing good can come from that one. Bet she’ll take up with Malfoy’s group.”

Harry just looked at the new girl and shook his head. He had no idea what to think, but certainly didn’t want Malfoy to get a new cronie.

Snape paused to snap at Hermione – her quiouldouldn’t stop scratching as she hadn’t stopped taking notes and Snape had written nothing new on boarboard. Suddenly the door to the classroom burst open and a girl with brown curly hair burst in, breathing hard. Taking a quick look around the room her eyes stopped on the new girl. Harry had just enough time to register having never seen this girl – she looked to be a Seventh year student – right before she started screeching.

With a finger pointed at the red haired girl, who pointed a finger back they both began yelling at each other in a language Harry didn’t recognize. He head things like, “Well, you fucking migu na uwis uiisi!” and “No! I didn’t! O deni uu gooe Tosoyt!” And this went on, the strange mix between English and … Other, until Snape bellowed.

“QUIET! I do not need this disturbance in my classroom!” he screamed.

“Shut up!” they screamed back. Avari spat something at the brown haired girl and the new comer immediately launched herself over the table. Harry had never seen two girls fight, but if it was always as violent as these two then he never wanted to be involved. By the time Snape pulled them apart they had broken three desks and seven chairs. Ink, paper and books were strewn everywhere.

“CEASE OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!” he screamed at them, his face filled with rage.

The two girls were not shocked into submission. They glared at him and at the same time raised their wands at him, eyes smoldering.

“Put your wands down,” said a calm voice. Dumbledore was in the doorway, looking slightly miffed. “Avari, Tuardae, please come with me. Now.”

Both girls followed, Avari snatching her bookbag as she walked out of the classroom. They still pushed each other and almost broke out into another fight right outside the cloom.oom. The door closed and Snape glared at the broken furniture. “Class is dimissed. Prefects please remain, I will need your help with the furniture.”