Undomiel

Undomiel

"And so, without further ado, let the feast begin!" The Great Hall erupted with cheers of approval as the opening feast appeared on the tables. Dumbledore took his seat and was quickly pulled into an urgent and unfinished conversation with Minerva McGonagall.

"Aren't you forgetting something Albus? Or should I say someone?" She looked at him sternly through her small, round spectacles.

"What? Oh that. It will be sorted out in good time. Do not worry." He replied looking around the many platters to see if anything took his fancy.

"But shouldn't you at least tell the Gryffindors? Or maybe even Mr Malfoy? She continued trying to make the headmaster see sense.

"All in due time Minerva. I do know the importance of the matter and it shall be dealt with."

"Well, you know best Albus." She finished with a sigh.

* * * * * * *

"I can't believe you did that!" Harry, Hermione and Ron climbed the familiar stairs leading to the Gryffindor Common Room. All three were picking pieces of food off their robes and out of their hair. Ron had stolen some food from the feast and had decided to surprise his friends by pelting them with it in the Entrance Hall. But they gave as good as they got.

" You are in so much trouble Ronald Weasley." Hermione tried in vain to be stern but seeing how they must have looked she couldn't help but laugh.

" I'm a Prefect now so I can take points!"

" Oh but sweetness, you wouldn't do that to me would you?" And Ron put on his famous sweet little puppy dogface. Hermione just glared. She hated it when he won her over.

"Password?" They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady who smiled smugly upon hearing the first years student's 'ohhs' and 'ahhs'.

"Tercano Nuruva", Hermione spoke clearly, now trying desperately to redeem some of the 'example' she had lost in the entrance hall. The portrait swung open and the three friends, followed by the chattering first years entered.

The smell of the Common Room surrounded Harry with so many memories. Had he only been here 4 years?

"It's good to be home", he said under his breath. Stepping inside, Harry noticed a figure sitting in the corner of the room. It took a while for him to notice because the face was bent over a piece of parchment and waves of black hair were cascading down, hiding any features from view. Harry prodded Ron in the small of his back and jabbed his head towards the stranger. A puzzled look came over Ron's face and he did the same to Hermione. She looked across and was quite surprised. The first years were wondering what was happening as the Prefect and co had stopped. But the noise they were making did not seem to stir the figure.

"Err.. Hello?" Hermione said glancing back at Harry and Ron as she made her way towards the chair.

" I hope you don't mind me asking but how did you get in here? I was the only one with the password." The hand stopped writing and slowly the head began to lift. It was a young girl. Hermione had definitely never seen her before. Although the alabaster skin, silver-blue eyes and blood red lips looked familiar. After a few seconds of looking up at Hermione, the girl gave her a small smile and stood up. Her movements were very slow and graceful. She was taller than Hermione. Maybe even an inch or two taller than Ron, and that was saying something. She walked past them and made her way towards the Girls staircase. She seemed to give the impression of someone of great importance, carrying an air of magic that no mortal had an idea about.

"What was all that about?" Harry asked once her cloak had disappeared from view.

"She is a new student Potter." Harry, Ron and Hermione spun round to see who had answered. Professor McGonagall shut the entrance door behind her and made her way towards the centre of the room.

"Will the rest of you please go to your dorms. I would like to have a word with these three." The other years had arrived by now and so there was a huge crowd all filing to get to the dorms. Some of them, mostly friends of the three, gave them curious glances as they made their way past. Once the last robed back had disappeared from view, McGonagall spoke.

" Now please listen, she started, for this is very important. The girl you just met is named Undomiel and she is new here. She is in your year, but that is all I know about her. Professor Dumbledore has asked me to pass some very important information to you." She paused for a moment. "Whatever you do, do not anger her. No matter what it is, do not test her temper. No Mr Weasley, she isn't a Veela." Ron closed his mouth and looked a little disappointed.

"Professor, why shouldn't she get angry?" Harry asked

"Because she has immense power beyond anything any of you have learnt. Even the seventh years." This just confused them even more.

"Then what is she doing here, at a school, learning to become a witch?" Ron asked, voicing everyone's thoughts on the matter.

"Because she is not learning, she is teaching." This was becoming more ludicrous by the minute.

" Wait.. so she's in our year, but she's teaching?"

"That, Mr Weasley is correct. But what she is teaching and to whom is not your concern." She added stopping Ron's question before it could spill. " Now I suggest you go and get some sleep ready for your first day back." And she turned and walked towards the portrait. She stopped and called back to them. "Keep an eye on her." She pushed the portrait and she was gone.

"We've been here five minutes, and we're babysitting." Ron said and with that they made their way to their separate staircases.

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Draco Malfoy sat surrounded by his friends listening to Albus Dumbledore's opening speech. Normally, he wouldn't have cared but now he was a prefect, he had made up his mind to pay a little more attention. And plus the fact, his father had pressured him into keeping an ear open for any activity from the Dark Side which Dumbledore might tell them. Draco hadn't really wanted to. He was now 15 years of age and was starting to think for himself a little bit more. But his father was a very powerful man and no one said no to him.

An outburst of applause brought Draco back from thoughts of his father. He looked up to see Dumbledore seating himself once again and being pulled into a conversation with an urgent faced McGonagall. Draco didn't know why but he had a feeling deep down that their conversation had something to do with him.

"Draco, why aren't you eating?" Pansy Parkinson laid her hand on Draco's arm.

"What? Oh... Right... Yeah." And he quickly began to fill his plate.

"Are you alright?" Pansy asking trying to catch her boyfriend's eye but he was still looking curiously at the conversing teachers.

"I'm fine," he replied, still not moving his eyes.

* * * * *

Once the feast had finished, Draco stood up and called to the first years to follow him. They walked along the corridors and down the cold steps leading to the dungeons. Once they got to the door. Draco gave them the password.

"Yenillor Morne," and ushered them all through. He was about to enter himself when he heard something. He turned around but there was nothing there. Thinking it was probably just one of the ghosts he shrugged and turned back to the door. But he stopped dead in his tracks. He could hear it clearer now. An eerie voice drifting throughout the castle. It sounded like a woman's. A very haunting but soothing voice. It surrounded him and he closed his eyes, listening intently to the spine tingling song. It couldn't possibly be phoenix song for it wouldn't stir a Slytherin's heart in this way. He could hear every word as clear as if the were right in front of his eyes. And he could understand them, even though they were in a different language. Elven.

A Olorin I yaresse

Mentaner I Numeherui

Tirien I Romenori

Maiaron I Oiosaila

Manan elye etevanne

Norie I melanelye?

"Erm, Draco. What are you doing?" Draco's eyes snapped open to see Crabbe, Goyle and the rest of Slytherin walking towards him

"Don't you hear that?" Draco asked breathlessly looking over the heads of the crowd in search of the singer. No-one/

"Hear what?" Pansy had pushed her way to the front of the crowd and was now standing right in front of him.

"Nothing.. nothing" and he tore his eyes away from the staircase leading to Gryffindor tower.

"Do you reckon he's going soft?" Crabbe asked. Goyle just shrugged and made his way through the entrance.

* * * *

The song disturbed Draco's sleep that night. He fell asleep thinking about it and woke up in the middle of the night thinking about it. After half and hour of tossing and turning, he got up and made his way towards the jug of water on the sill. Peering outside the window at the Hogwarts grounds with a cold glass of water seemed to clear his mind a little. That is until he saw something that made him almost drop his glass. Moving slowly across the lawn was a brilliant blue light. It was far greater than anything a wand could produce and seemed to be surrounding something. He watched it move across the grounds until it disappeared in the same place where he first spotted it. Confusion and disbelief were the only things Draco was feeling now.

"What the hell is going on?" And taking one more look out the window, he turned and walked back to his bed.