Filia de Malignus

Filia de Malignus

--K-Trina Puffinstuf

PART ONE:

Chapter One: The Mysterious Xenia Xanderbilt

He was flying; higher and faster than he'd ever flown before. He was soaring above the clouds and he could see the stars. The Snitch was just out of his reach; all he had to do now was make his broom go the slightest bit faster. It was a foot away, now inches; he almost had it when--

"Harry! Harry! Wake up, we're all going to be LATE!" There were two hands on his shoulders shaking him roughly. "Harry!!" the voice called again.

Is it Hermione? Or is it Ron? He thought. He opened one eye slowly and looked up into Hermione's eyes, which were glaring at him.

"Get up! We're already late!" she said.

"Jeez, Hermione, I'm up... I'm up!" he said. Suddenly aware that he was wearing only his boxers, he pulled the covers around him and said, "And why are you in here anyway? Get Ron to wake me up next time, this is... rather odd!"

"It's my house!" Hermione blushed and giggled. "Oh, and you should have seen the look on Ron's face when I woke him up!"

"Get out for a second," Harry said seriously, but still with a smile on his face.

"Why?" asked Hermione, her hands on her hips.

"Because I have to change," he said pleadingly.

"So what?" said Hermione, in the most innocent voice she could muster.

"Hermione!" exclaimed Harry in mock surprise. "Listen, I know you are desperate about the whole Krum thing, but seriously! Leave for a bit, okay? Go watch Ron or something..." He started laughing. Hermione shoved Harry, who was now laughing hysterically after successfully infuriating her, onto his side and then stomped, out of the room.

"Mental!" he called out after her.

After he changed, he went downstairs and met Ron and Hermione for a fast breakfast. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were taking them to King's Cross to board the Hogwarts Express that would take them to their fifth year in their wizard training.

Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet;

"Hmm..." she said, scanning the paper. Her eyes opened wide. "Dumbledore was right! The dementors at Azkaban have taken leave. All of them at once!"

The three of them pored over the article. Most of it was information about Azkaban and how they are replacing the dementors with giants, but the one line that attracted Harry's attention was, "No one knows why they left."

Oh, there are some that know... Dumbledore knows, I know, and Fudge knows and he's kicking himself in the ass for it right now! Yes Fudge, Voldemort is back and he knows it and that's why he is taking your wonderful dementors, he thought venomously.

"Hurry along now, we don't want to be late!" said Mr. Granger. He and Mrs. Granger were hauling the trunks to the car outside.

"C'mon," said Ron, "we should help them." He took out his wand. "Who knows what you've got in your trunk, Hermione," he said as he looked at Mr. Granger struggling with Hermione's trunk.

"Oh Ron, don't be so stupid," she said in her know-it-all voice that she saved especially for Ron, "you know we can't do magic outside of school!"

Ron sat back down and put his wand away with that look on his face that he saved especially for when Hermione proved him wrong... again.

Mr. Granger then got the keys to the car and said, "All right kids, time to go!" Mrs. Granger thanked them all for staying over and out of trouble and kissed Hermione goodbye.

"Have a nice year! Oh, and Hermione, I don't want anymore teeth shrinking! Stay away from those sweets!" she said.

"Okay, Mum, love you! I'll send you an owl as soon as I get to school!" Hermione called back, as the car pulled out of the driveway. About an hour later they reached the station.

"Alright, kids, I'll see you next year! Thanks for staying over this summer, Ron and Harry," his eyes turned to Harry and Ron, "you stay out of trouble. After what happened last year to that poor boy, I don't want anything happening to the three of you. Promise me. After hearing of Hermione and that Krum character, I am just worried about my little girl. I want to thank you for helping her get through it." He shook their hands warmly.

"Bye, daddy!" said Hermione to her father and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll write. I promise."

They took their trolleys to Platform 9 ¾. Hermione and Harry casually walked into it talking with Ron coming up the rear. Once they were all through, they loaded their luggage onto the train and looked around for a compartment. They found one all to themselves. Soon enough, Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom joined them. Ginny and Neville were now considered an "item". Neville had changed quite a bit over the summer. He was still bulky, but he wasn't as heavy looking.

"Looking good, Neville!" said Hermione. "I see you've changed a lot."

"Yeah, well..." he blushed. "I'm not taking anything from Snape OR Malfoy this year!"

"You tell 'em, Neville!" said Ron.

They were all playing a spirited game of gobstones, when the door opened and Malfoy and Crabbe walked into the room.

"Well, well, well look who it is!" said Malfoy in his cold drawling voice, which had lowered considerably since the last time they had met. "It's the murderer himself."

Harry glared at him and said, "You know, Malfoy, you shouldn't accuse anyone of murder when your own father has done it countless times."

"Don't you dare talk about my father, Potter," he spit back at him.

"Where is your other 'thug' this year?" asked Ron, trying to change the subject quickly.

"Oh, Goyle," said Malfoy smoothly, " he went to... fat camp. No worries, though. Crabbe can now bench 250 easily." Crabbe flexed his muscles, the entire room except for Malfoy and Crabbe burst out laughing.

"W-w-wait," laughed Neville heartily, "fat camp? They have wizarding fat camps? What do they have to do, get on a broom and see if they weigh it down?" said Neville.

"Neville, I'm surprised you'd be saying that," said Malfoy.

"Oh really?" he said, standing up. Neville was a great deal taller than last year, also. Malfoy was now looking up to the one he looked down upon three months ago. "You are one man down and we are one man up. What are you 'gonna do now, ferret?"

Malfoy scowled. Neville Longbottom, of all people was making him fun of. He could understand Harry or maybe Ron, but Neville? This was too much. He stormed out of the room. Crabbe, the lone lackey, lumbered after him slowly, glaring at them. Malfoy went back to his compartment to sit, think, and be mad at himself for letting himself be beat out by Neville, an almost squib. Except there was someone in his compartment, and it wasn't Crabbe either, who had gone down to the witch with the sweets cart. There was a girl sprawled out on three seats, chewing gum and reading a magazine. She looked about 15 or 16. She had hair like flames and eyes as green as Harry's. Malfoy had never seen anyone quite like her, and he didn't mean as in beauty either. To him, she just looked weird.

"What are you doing?" snapped Malfoy. "This is my compartment. Father reserves it every year for me and my friends."

The girl snapped her gum and said without looking up from her magazine,

"Uh-huh..."

"Which means, get out!" he said, raising his voice slightly. This clearly was not going to be easy.

She snapped her gum again. "Mm-hmm..." This time she nodded her head.

Malfoy waited for a second, maybe she was slow and things didn't come to her as quickly as they should. He stood there with his arms crossed for a moment and then walked over to her and said in his meanest, deepest voice he could gather, "Okay, one last time, get out, or I will make you get out."

These last words struck her. She calmly put her magazine down on the seat. She looked up at him and said quietly, "Bring it on, pansy."

He looked at her as if she was joking. "You called me what?"

"I thought I said it clear enough," she said coolly, "bring...it...on"

"Fine then!" he threatened. "You asked for it, and now I'm 'gonna get you out of here by force. You watch... I'm gonna make you wish you got out of here when you had the chance. I'm 'gonna..." he continued on like this for awhile.

She stood up and yawned. "Then do it already."

Malfoy balled his hand into a fist, though uncertainly. She looked weird, but she was still a girl... or was she? Who CARES?! He brought his fist back, and then went for it. In a split second's reaction, the girl put her right hand up and his fist hit her palm with a loud SMACK. She grabbed his fist and twisted it around. Malfoy's arm was bent at an angle that arms were not supposed to bend at. He was screwing up his face so as not to show the intense pain he was in.

"Give up yet, blondie?" she said.

"No?" whimpered Malfoy.

Then she shoved him into the wall and let go of him. "Don't mess with me. I will mess you up and that's a promise!" Then, she picked up her magazine and her bag and walked out. Two pieces of paper fell out from the magazine. To Malfoy, the room was still spinning. That was a GIRL?! Wow, quick reactions and everything! Ow, my arm... my arm... He got up slowly and took the papers that fell out of her magazine. Should I give them back? He thought about it for a second and then said to himself, "Nah..."

One read, OFFICIAL HOGWARTS ENROLLMENT FORM. Her name was Xenia Xanderbilt. What a WEIRD name! She just turned 16 and she was to be sorted today. That was odd, they don't usually sort older people, then again, Hogwarts never had "new" older people.

The other paper read:

Mrs. Hawthorne's English School for the Better Witch

EXPULSION

Name: Xenia Christine Xanderbilt

D.O.B.: July 31^st 1979

Reason(s) for Expulsion: fighting, lighting bathroom on fire, streaking across school grounds, levitating lunch monitor, stealing and breaking priceless school objects, sneaking into boys school, streaking across boys school grounds, and chewing gum in class.

Grades at Date of Expulsion:

Transfiguration: A

Charms: A

D.A.D.A: A+

Potions: A+

Pre-Alchemy: A

Muggle Studies: Drop/Fail

Flying: Phenomenal; cannot put letter grade on it

Comments: Overall prodigy child, shows certain dislike towards Muggles, bad influence on classmates

Recommendation: On recommendation of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, student must retake fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry due to expulsion.

Malfoy's thoughts were strewn with alarm. She's a psychopath! Oh, I hope she is not in Slytherin...not Slytherin... not Slytherin...she hates Muggles, she's weird looking, and she's good at flying. NOT SLYTHERIN, oh no... what if she replaces me as Seeker or something?!

He heard loud footsteps nearing, and it wasn't Crabbe's for sure, because he walked a lot slower. It was the girl, Xenia. He threw the papers down.

She stormed in. "What did you read?!" she screamed.

"Hello, Xenia!" He said cheerfully with his hands behind his head and feet upon the seat. "So, you got expelled from your reform school and now you are coming to Hogwarts. I hope you choke," said Malfoy in an unusually bright voice. She walked over to him and gave him a hard slap on the face, leaving a red handprint.

"Ow!" yelled Malfoy. "What the hell?! Do you have a need to get physical with people?"

"If they read my personal items!!!" she screeched. "You tell anyone I was expelled and I will personally string you up by your balls, if you have any that is, through your scrawny ass. Then, I'll hang you on a pole for all to see," she paused, and spat back to him, "and I will never 'get physical' with you, you sick bastard!"

Malfoy pondered this for a second. "Nice threat. I couldn't have done any better myself."

SLAP!

"OW!" he yelled again. "What the hell is wrong with you, girl? You don't know who you're messing with." He was becoming his father with his very words. "Sit down, don't be stupid, and dammit, stop hitting me!"

* * *

All of the yelling and screaming was attracting much outside attention. Since Malfoy and Xenia were too engrossed in their wonderful conversation, they didn't see the line of kids trying to get a view of what was going on inside the compartment. Malfoy and Xenia were spewing venom back and forth to each other at the top of their lungs. Malfoy, inching away when she turned her hand to him, dancing away from her reach, nearly missing each slap.

"Fine! You know what, I'm through with this. I'm sick and tired of this bullshit! I'm 'outta here!" Xenia stomped towards the door and opened it. "Oh yeah," she called back inside, "No one is gonna believe your 'dark powers' bit! Bye!"

"Stupid bastard!" muttered Xenia as she came out of the compartment and right into a sea of staring faces. She looked at them. Harry was looking at her with great interest. She stared back. "What the hell are you lookin' at, punk?"

Harry looked into her eyes and something jolted through him like a bolt of lightening. He felt like he knew this girl before. He answered her back, "Nothing. Nothing at all, it's just that you... ah, it's nothing."

"I what?" she asked lethally. "Did I hurt your pale faced friend?" she said forcefully as she stormed away in search of an unoccupied compartment.

"He's hardly my friend," he said, shrugging, to no one in particular.

"Yeah, he's none of our friends!" called out someone behind her.

"He's a jerk!" cried Hermione.

"Down with the ferret!" yelled Ron, punching the air with his fist. "Down with the ferret! Down with the ferret!"

The whole hall was chanting "Down with the ferret!" and punching the air in rhythm until the witch with the sweets cart broke them up. Malfoy, however, was listening to this and sulking. Everyone hates me. I wonder if Pansy was out there. Oh wait, she called me a pansy... I let a girl slap me around, wait 'till this gets around the school... down with the ferret, gosh, people are still talking about that psychotic teacher! He sat listening to the crowd around his compartment being dispersed. He stretched out where Xenia was laying reading her magazine and snapping her bubble gum. It smelled faintly of some perfume that smelled like strawberries and cream. Disgusting... he thought. She makes me want to vomit, I mean, look at her hair, it's redder than the Weasel's and she is as strong as a guy. Her vocabulary is, at some points worse than mine, though the stringing me up by the balls thing was quite clever... its like she was a guy... ah, what a deranged character...The funny thing was, at that exact moment, the only thing Xenia could think about, to her great misfortune, was Draco.