Into the Depths of Nephthys

Chapter 1

"Why hello, Ufitzi, what are you doing up at this hour?" she whispered in the Elf's ear.

"Fucking pig," said her twin, smiling evilly.

"I want to lick him," said one, her black tongue running up his neck.

"I want to suck him dry..."

"Please," he whispered, his eyes rolling like a terrified animal "take me, but not my family.

"Well isn't this sweet," one whispered, stroking his face.

"He actually cares about his family..."

"THE GIRL! SHE'S GETTING AWAY! STOP HER, SISTER!"

One twin sprinted after the sobbing little girl, but the first rays of sunlight were coming up over the hills. The girl had gotten away. In anger, the two rounded on the father and mother, knowing that their magic was useless, only two Elves alone. They each picked one, and bit into their necks. Silver blood gushed forward, and then the vampires cut off their heads and left.

Lyra woke up suddenly, her hand clutching her chest, the other grasping the sheets, soaked in cold sweat. A bead of perspiration rolled down her forehead, around her nose and into her mouth. She spit it out, forcefully, as if to try and get the taste of evil off her tongue. She rolled over and checked the clock on the other side of the wall and groaned, finally pulling herself out of bed.

She stood in front of the long, slightly cracked mirror, looking over herself carefully. She was beautiful, nobody could deny that. But Lyra had always been told that it was the inner beauty that counted, and she felt that there was none of that in her. She had pale skin with long legs, slim hands and a soft face, surrounded by black silk hair. She sighed. Her foster parents had always worried about her, saying that the boys would always be chasing her and that if she didn't start wearing clothes that showed a bit less skin she would end up as nothing but a slut. Lyra didn't care; she wore clothes that felt comfortable to her.

Not that her parents cared anymore. Her foster mother had become an alcoholic and her husband had begun to get into some trouble with the ministry. Lyra was almost home alone all the time now, not that it matters. She was solitary and quiet, especially since they had moved to England from their home in Cairo, Egypt. It would be her first time at Hogwarts, and it started today.

Deciding that she wanted to give a good impression, she put on a short black skirt that went about eight inches up from her knee, a black blouse that opened up at the top, and she unbuttoned the top few buttons for good measure. She slipped on some platform silver sandals that had silver wires going up the legs, and lots of silver jewellery, including large, hoop earrings and a large silver cross.

Satisfied, except for the delicate pointed ears coming up from her hair, she headed downstairs, dragging her heavy school trunk behind her. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her Elfish heritage, but she just wanted to be like everyone else. Human.

Being an Elf did have its good points though. True, she couldn't do any powerful magic while she was alone, but she possessed much more strength than the average human being, and was trained in self-defence.

She wasn't perfect though. Some people seeing the outer layer may think so, but if you took the time to get to know her, she was not. She did poorly in school, excelling only in Ancient Runes and Potions. She hated charms, finding the subject fake, cheesy and a complete waste of time. She already knew everything there was to know in Magical Creatures. Especially vampires. She also hated flying on broomsticks. It wasn't that she was afraid of heights; it was just that she had her own methods of flying. She was often cranky and short-tempered, and often acted extremely proud, though not snobby. She had a talent for manipulating people as well. What her Elfish looks and dangerous eyes didn't get, her sexy body and silver tongue did the rest. The silver tongue wasn't quick though, but when she did say something it was always coated in sweet honey.

After having gathered everything, she moved to a space on the floor that wasn't covered in food, make-up, clothes or just plain junk, and apparated to the platform of nine and three-quarters.

Having arrived, she quickly put the trunk on the red train and moved to an unoccupied compartment at the back of the train and got out a book called Bloody Vampires: an atlas of everything you need to know but the blood-suckers. She settled down, one leg up on the seat in front of her.

After the train had started an old woman with white hair and sagging skin who looked like she was about to fall apart any minute walked by and tentatively asked her if she would like any treats off the trolley, then quickly rolled on after a look from the dangerous, purple-clouded eyes. Another advantage of being an Elf; she did not require food or drink.

About an hour in, Lyra was disturbed when a black, shiny boot made its way into her compartment. She looked up, and saw a young man, glowing with an almost godly light, his shoulder length blonde hair falling across his face in such a way that made him look drop-dead gorgeous along with his high cheekbones and tight black shirt under his robes. Everything about him was seducing and sexy, the two sluts hanging from his arms helping a lot.

"Well, well, well, what have we here? So this is the animal that made its way into Hogwarts. Do you bite, animal? Do you even talk?" The smirk on his face immediately erased any god-like qualities about him.

Lyra struggled about what to say. She hated this, she hated anything to do with stupid little battles of wits, or whatever you called them. All she could do was whisper, "Fuck you. Get out of my compartment."

The man laughed. "Last time I checked I was aloud to go wherever I wanted on this train. But then, I wouldn't want to be in the same room as you, your animal scent is sickening." He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice tickling her. "And one sexy animal at that. By the way, my name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He licked her slightly, his finger stroking her leg. He winked at her and left. Lyra could only glare at his back. Shit. This one was going to be tough.

Bill Weasley smiled to himself, a confident expression on his face. He could have walked on air after Albus Dumbledore had come to him with a proposition to work at Hogwarts. After being in Egypt for a few years, then heading over to Italy for a bit and then finally in Greece, Bill had a lot of experience in the subject that he was going to be teaching, Ancient Runes.

He checked himself once more in the mirror, making sure that his appearance was perfect for the Start-of-Term feast. He had decided to let his hair down for the occasion, and the deep, red colour flowed down his back. On any other man it would probably look very feminine, but on him it looked gorgeous. He kept the fang earring in. As a reward for working so hard, he had bought himself some new dress-robes that were buttoned up all the way up and had an extremely high collar. They were a deep blue that matched his eyes.

Strolling down the hallway whistling slightly to himself, he passed one of the female ghost who upon seeing him fainted and fell right threw the floor, only to come back up again from behind to stare at his ass. Bill chuckled to himself. Just like old times. When he had been at school, every female had been dragging themselves after him, their tongues hanging out. Of course, his head had been too high in the clouds to notice anything, but now it did make him feel really quite pleased with himself.

He entered Great Hall and walked up to the staff table, nodding to the headmaster before taking his seat beside the oily Severus Snape. The latter leaned over to him an said quietly, "I assume you know about the new transfer student in Hogwarts...Professor?" He asked, his eyebrows raised, a little hesitant about calling him professor.

Bill shook his head. Snape looked quite pleased with himself. "The Weasleys are still as behind as ever, I see. Anyhow, we are having a new transfer student from Egypt, the first ever. All staff are expected to show her around the castle and give her any extra need if she needs it, though I personally won't bother. A waste of time, in my opinion."

He turned away from Bill, who was staring at him curiously. He couldn't remember a time in Hogwarts when there had been a transfer student and so this was quite new. But she had been to Egypt, so that may prove interesting. Just then, a stream of students came in and Bill settled down, waiting for the first years and the new student to arrive.

Lyra looked around herself in wonder. The school in Egypt had been just as beautiful, but so different. In Egypt there had been beads and jewellery and colour everywhere with belly-dancers performing on a stage at the back and comfy chairs spread across the place behind little tables, and huge tables of food at the front where you collected your meal and then went to eat wherever you would like. It was relaxed with music playing in the background by people usually in one corner of the room. The teachers always ate somewhere else.

A/N: I won't describe the tables and cutlery and blah, blah, blah as I'm sure you've heard it a million times, so just take a moment to share the amazement that Lyra would have experienced. Thanks!

She waited in the shadows where a teacher called Professor McGonagall had told her to wait and watched the First Years being sorted into what were called 'houses'. She picked out the silvery, god-like young man named Malfoy that was in the compartment, and decided that she didn't want to be in the same house...what was it called? Ah, it was written around the snake, Slytherin. Sounded evil. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw didn't seem to special...in Gryffindor it was that Harry Potter that everyone was talking about, at the back of his table talking to a professor that had long black hair tied back into a neat pny-tail and haunted-looking eyes. She assumed that he must be the famous Sirius Black, come to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts. While she watched, Potter sat back in his seat and Professor Black moved back through the tables.

The First Years had finished being sorted. Nervousness and bile were rising in her throat. She was an Elf, and everyone was going to look at her like an...animal. Like what Malfoy said. The headmaster gave a speech that seemed to go on forever about Egypt and new students and hospitality. Then he asked her to come forward.

She slowly walked towards him on unsteady legs, her chin proudly held high, barriers coming down over her face so no expression showed. Her face looked like a mask of ice. Cold, indifferent ice. She had an urge to put her hands up and cover her ears but didn't. In stead she decided to give everyone a full view of her full height which was considerably tall, and her robes, which she was quite proud of. She had under her robes a tight-fitting long black dress with a very low neck-line and the same silver sandals over long, silk robes that trailed along the ground. The hated mandatory tie hung down her white, bare neck.

Dumbledore motioned for her to sit and she did so, on a rickety old stool. An old hat was about to be placed on her head. But before it even toched, she could hear it, "An Elf, have we? Set on revenge, courageous I see, a Gryffindor treat. But there is barely any love in that heart of stone, should you go into Slytherin? Hufflepuff is out of the question, though Ravenclaw could use a mind like yours...decisions, decisions. Slytherins like pure bloods, but in your case...

"SLYTHERIN!!!"

Fuck the hat, she muttered as she headed towards the green table.

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