An: I edited this chapter.
After Hermione leaves, we change to our robes.
"Turn around and do not look at me until I say so, or so help me God, I will chop your sensitive area's off and feed them to Hedwig, Scabbers and Ebony. Understand?" I say to the boys, holding back a smile as their eyes widen, and they nod their heads nervously.
"Y....y.... yes m'am!" Ron stutters, scared. I take my overshirt off, glad I have a tanktop on and quickly throw the robe on. It's too long, but I was too lazy to get it fixed.
"Turn around." They hesitate before turning to face me, their cheeks red.
"I want food." I declare, trying to change the subject and avoid the awkward subject. Ron hands me some funny looking candy and I shove it in my mouth, as we all sit down, surrounded by a suffocating silence. I nod at them when the train whistles and I slowly rise up, grabbing my luggage and Ebony's empty cage.
I miss Ebony, I think, gazing at her empty cage. I sigh and follow the friendly voice of the shaggy giant I met in Diagon Alley. I could've sworn he was the one holding Harry's owl in Diagon Alley.
I had met him in Diagon Alley and he was the one who complimented me on Ebony. She was on my shoulder and I was buying her some Owl Treats for this year.
"WOAH!" Ron exclaims, seeing him.
"'Ello there, Scarlette-Mae! Harry!"
"Hello, Hagrid!" Harry and I duet. My voice is high-pitched because the wind knocks the breath out of me.
"First years! This way!" He leads us to the boats. I try sitting with Ron, Harry and Hermione but I am quickly told that there is a limit of 3 on each boat. I shrug, telling myself not to be disappointed, as I walk to an empty boat with a blond boy in it.
"I'm Draco," he says. His voice makes me smile.
"I'm Scarlette-Mae."
"I only wanted a first name..........."
"That is my first name.." I blush.
"Oh.." A wave splashes over me, and I, being clumsy, lose my balance, falling overboard as the water pushes me out.
My eyes widen in fear as I see a giant squid and scream, swallowing water. The most peculiar thing happens............. the squid seems to roll an eye and pushes me back on the boat. When I get above-water I start coughing all the water up.
"Are you okay!?!" Draco asks.
"Scar!" Ron, Harry, and Hermione screech.
We finally reach land and Hagrid comes over to me.
"Alrigh' Scarlette-Mae?" I nod, weakly blushing as I shiver. He seems to notice, for he gives me his jacket and leads us inside.
I see Ebony's cage, empty, on my truck and sigh. She wasn't just an owl... her mum was my mum's owl, I've had Ebony since she was an egg... I was seven when she hatched. She is four.
"She fell in." Hagrid whispers to a witch, who looks stern, with emerald green robes on,she nods sternly only giving me a quick glance and a nod.
She explains the rules, but my teeth are chattering too loudly for me to hear. She walks away.
"So, it's true then? What they're saying on the train? Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts!" Draco says, walking up to Harry. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. You'll soon learn that some Wizarding Families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to be seen with... the wrong sort.." he holds out his hand,sending Ron a distasteful look.
I take out my wand threateningly as I see Draco's hand twitch to his robes, where I know his wand is hidden. He looks at me, shocked and scared.
"I can tell the wrong sort for myself. Thanks." Harry snaps.
"Wand away, Miss...?"
"Lexington. Scarlette-Mae Lexington. Sorry, Ma'am."
"Of course. They are ready for you now." We follow her in, our eyes wandering in curiosity. "Now, when I call your name, you will step forward and sit on the stool. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head and you will go to the appropriate table,"she explains, nodding as she pulls out a piece of parchment. After a calling up like seven people, she pauses.
"Hermione Granger." Hermione steps foward, looking nervous and mumbling to herself.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat screams, a table cheers to my side and I glance that way to see two twins that look like older versions of Ron clapping loudly.
"Draco Malfoy." He walks up, glances at me, and the hat barely goes on his head before it screams
"SLYTHERIN!!!" Oh no! I think. He'll be evil!
"Scarlette-Mae Lexington," she calls, and I tense up, walking up to the hat. I sit down and she places it on my head.
"Hmm, difficult. Very difficult. A strong heart, plenty of courage.. Gryffindor would be good, but you're too feisty...
"Hmmm.." he mumbles and I suddenly feel a thud in my head as he cracks thrugh all of my memories trying to find something to determine my house.
"Not Slytherin... I don't want to be in the house that had the people that killed my father.." I think bitterly, silently begging him.
"Ahhh.. You wish to kill the Dark Lord yourself, if he comes back, eh?"
"I must avenge my Father."
"Dignity and pride. Very good. Very good.. If you had a chance, would you kill him by yourself?"
"I would rip Voldemort apart with my bare hands!" I yell, aloud. A man with a long white beard leans forward in his seat, seemingly shocked by that and I gulp weakly as I realize everyones eyes are on me, trying to figure out who I was talking to. I hold my head up, proudly ignoring them.
"You have a bit of a rebel in you.. It would be good for you to be in Slytherin.."
"Over my dead body will I go in Slytherin." I spit, whispering but appearantly not low enough, for I hear someone from Ravenclaw whisper,
"She has balls."
"Just what I wanted to hear.... Better be.. GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!" I smile and hop down and over to the table, I sit beside Hermione who is eyeing me nervously from my previous outburst.
I see Draco eye me peticuliarly from the Slytherin Table. When the sorting is done, Harry and Ron are in Gryffindor too, Professer Dumbledor (whom Hermoine has warned me is the man with the long white beard and also the Headmaster) stands up.
"Let the feast... begin." And food appears on the table. So we do the logical thing...we eat.
"Hello! Welcome to Gryffindor!" A ghost yells, appearing out of the chicken Ron was eating,
"Hello, Sir Nicholas! Have a good holiday?" A guy named Percy, Ron's older brother, asks, politely.
"I'm afraid my request to join the Headless Hunt has, once again, been denied."
"I know you! You're nearly headless Nick!" Ron yells.
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Hermione asks.
"Like this." He pulls his head and I feel my body convulse in disgust. Is this how my father looked when he was murdered? Was there this much blood? Did he die hurting?
I feel my lunch coming up and I heave all of it out on the floor.
I hear mutters of disgust and pity before Fred and George Weasley lead me to the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey right behind us. I have a strong stomach.. I must be getting sick.
I realize I'm still soaked.. Poor people that sat on the stool after me.
"Why are you wet, dear?" Mrs. Pomfrry asks, once we're in the wing.
"I fell off the boat and the Giant Squid pushed me back up.." I say, shivering. She huffs,
"I've been telling Dumbledor for years that they need a new damn way to get across the Lake. Students keep falling in and getting sick. PAH!" She takes my temperture, puts me in one of her hospital gowns and then forces me to drink steaming hot liquid.
I quickly fall asleep, resting as the long journey of today takes a toll on my body.
I slowly open my eyes, to realize it's still the middle of the night.
"I told you the boats were stupid, Headmaster! You need to get rid of them!" Pomfry yells, quietly.
"She was sick before, my dear."
"How do you know?" I see the Headmaster hand her a letter.
'"Dear Dumbledore, it is good to speak to you again! I am terribly sorry but I seem to have a bad flu bug. My daughter, Scarlette-Mae Lexington, most likely has it to. I sent her a letter with her owl, Ebony. It should be back by lunch tomorrow, seeing as I'm making her rest up. I'm sure that, if she does have it, she will be fine. Madam Pomfrey is the best, after all. While in the midst of this I can't fathom to hold my deepest curiosity,how is our dear Severus Snape doing? Finally going to get the D.A.D.A. job? Or not? I had a vision that will be on it's own in the next letter, but I implore you..please take a few minutes to look at it, despite your predictably busy schedule. I will hope to see you next week for tea! Love, Maria A. Lexington.' " Madam Pomfrey reads.
"You're going to date her?" Madame Pomfry says sarcastically and I predict she is holding back a laugh.
"Wonderful woman that Maria but no..we do not...how do you say it, date? We have to talk about a lot of things."
"I want my letter." I mumble, sitting up. Mrs. Pomfrey jumps but Dumbledore walks calmly to my side, as if predicting my conscieness, as if knowing I've been awake.
"Why are you up! I gave you enough Sleeping Draught to sleep tonight!"
"Where's Harry, Ron, Hermione?" I ask, rubbing sleep out of my eyes.
"Wanting to see you." He winks. I frown. His eyes scare me.
"Let me see them."
"Ah, but they are long asleep," he says amused at my speculation.
"Bring me to my Common Room then!" He sighs.
"Is there anything else you need to give her Madame?"
"Well, rest would be well enough..but no...I have nothing else for her."
"I'll take her up then. May I return the clothes tomorrow?" She nods and he leads me away. He hands me my wand.
"Headmaster..."
"Yes, Scarlette-Mae?"
"What do you and Mum have to discuss?"
"Nothing too bad.."
"She is a Seer?" I ask, remembering a part of the conversation Madame Pomfry had read aloud.
"I think so, yes," he says lightly, his robes scuffling as he escorts me to my room.
"My mother is a Seer and I never knew!?!" I yell, mad. I stop in my tracks and the Headmaster turns around and looks at me.
"What's wrong?"
"If she's a Seer, she should have been able to save my Dad! She would've seen it going to happen and told him!"
"She didn't start getting visions until after that."
"I doubt it." I follow him to my Common Room and listen to the password.
"Pig Snout."
"Why aren't you in?" The fat lady asks, rather rudely.
"She fell into the Black Lake earlier and was in the Hospital Wing getting care. So sorry for waking you up."
"If that's the case!" The portriat opens, and I walk in, gaping at all the maroon, gold and white. I see Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville waiting on the couch,
"Good evening. You four should be in bed. Lessons start tomorrow."
"We know Headmaster." Hermione yawns.
"Hi." I sigh.
"Goodnight." the headmaster leaves.
"What happened?" Harry asks. I sit on the arm of the couch, beside him.
"I found out my mum is a Seer and could have saved dad from Voldemort." Neville and Ron wince. I roll my eyes.
"Seer?" Harry asks.
"Someone who sees the future." I explain.
"Wow. Why didn't she?" Hermione whispers.
"She claims it didn't happen until after he died. I don't believe it."
"You know," Neville starts, "The Daily Prophet from yesterday mentioned your dad, or I think it was your dad."
"What?" I am so shocked by this, I fall into Harry's lap. Neville hands me the Paper. "Sorry, Harry, You're rather comfortable." I say, blushing, before I read the headline.
'"BOB LEXINGTON: KILLED HIMSELF?
Sorces tell Rita Skeeter, the beautiful, and single, writer of the Daily Prophet, that Bob Lexington, a wizard that died during a meeting with the Minister of Magic, might have set off a prank called Paruvian Darkness Powder. This prank item causes the area where it is thrown to become pitch black. Ministry Officials used to use it so they could Apparate without being pursued by You-Know-Who's followers. The sorces say that he 'Was probably a follower and planned his death with You-Know-Who. For plubicity and so people thought the ministry was not safe.' Rita Skeeter questioned Maria A Lexington, Bob Lexington's late wife.
'My husband? A He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-Follower? That is like saying Albus Dumbledor killed Harry Potter's parents.' Rita Skeeter will be questioning the only daughter, Scarlette-Maria Lexington-'" I stop reading allowed. "Scarlette-Mae!" Harry takes the paper from me and reads.
"Rita Skeeter will be questioning the only daughter, Scarlette-Mae Lexington, who is starting at Hogwarts with Harry Potter, during Christmas Break.
'She wont talk to you. She pointed her wand at my son, for no reason!" Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy, who is starting at Hogwarts, commented after recieving mail from his son. "She is dangerous. Her and her father could both be on You-Know-Who's side." The Minister of the time has refused comment, saying only
'No darkness powder was used.'"
"That witch!" I yell, standing up and knocking Neville's toad off his lap.
"I think you mean a word that rhymes with witch.." Hermione says. I nod.
"Where's our dorm, Hermy? Mind if I call you that?"
" 'Course not, Scar! I'll show you. I gotta sleep, anyway. Night, boys." I follow her to our dorm, lay on the bed and dream of my father.