I sit by the huge glass wall looking out to the lake as I wait for the others to wake up and head over towards the Great Hall for breakfast.
The sound of footsteps catches my attention and I see another early riser in the form of Blaise Zabini before he sits across from me. "Good morning Zabini."
"Good morning Potter. Early riser I take it?"
"Indeed I am. What made you wake up so early Zabini?" My question makes him chuckle as he looks out towards the lake's murky depths.
"My answer would have been that I rise early as it is responsible for the Heir of an Ancient and Noble House to do so. But honestly the real reason is because I couldn't stand Crabbe and Goyle's snoring!"
I chuckle and shake my head. "Yeah that will definitely do it, but I feel that is not the only reason." I say and watch as he remains silent. "You want me to explain last night," and he responds with a nod.
"They were all laced with potions."
Apparently that wasn't an answer he was expecting because his eyes widen and he leans back some as he looks at me. "All the desserts within grabbing distance of me had been laced with potions," once I said that I kept my gaze locked on his so he knew I wasn't lying.
He deflates and passes a hand on his head. "Who would want to put you under potions?"
"I can't answer that. You seem like an honest person Zabini, but truth of the matter is that I do not know you nor do you know me. I will only tell you if and when you earn my trust and vise versa. Agreed?"
He thinks for a moment but nods. "Agreed. You seem to know how to handle being around Purebloods."
"I simply speak the truth. If someone doesn't like it well that's up to them to deal with, but if dealing with it means trying anything harmful towards me or my own; they will regret." I tell him and I know my eyes are bright by the slight retreat of his body.
A scream of fear makes him turns towards were the girls dormitory is while I smile. "Do I want to know what you did?"
"Oh I just made sure they wouldn't be able to try anything with my belongings or bed."
A blond headed girl walks towards us after noticing us and stands looking at me before she smirks. "Daphne Greengrass."
I smirk in return, "Arabella Potter" and we shake hands before she sits on a chair besides Zabini. "I take it the other two shall be late in joining us?"
"Indeed they are."
Meanwhile, a certain Headmaster was pacing back and forth in his office.
'How is this possible! Potter should have gone to Gryffindor! That little brat is ruining my plans! To make things worse Black was found not guilty, how was he even given a trial?!'
Dumbledore rants before heading to his desk and siting down.
"No matter. This is a simple hiccup that can be easily fixed. The girl will feel isolated in Slytherin and will come searching for me to be resorted. As for Black a few words in his head and some compulsion potions he will be under my control."
With that Dumbledore smiles and sucks on a Lemon Drop, unaware that a certain deity was watching with a predatory smile before vanishing.
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