Harry's Downfall

Harry’s Downfall

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WARNING!!!! DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU WANT HARRY TO WIN, BECAUSE, I’M WARNING YOU, HE WON’T!!!!

Chapter 1 ~ A Newcomer

Terra Delain had gone to Durmstrang her whole life. The summer after the Triwizard Tournament, the inevitable happened: her parents were murdered by You-Know-Who. The Delains had been a powerful, pure-blooded family, which could be easily traced back to the beginnings of wizards. Her parents had been not-so-famous Death Eaters, but they still managed to make their own little notch in the dark wizard community, therefore, some wizard radicals felt it was necessary to destroy them, lest they decide to join the Death Eaters again.

It happened when Terra had been vacationing in the Bahamas with some friends of the family while her parents stayed behind to catch up on some work. Her friends had stopped in front of her house, usually filled with light and welcoming, but now, the house was dark and had a horrible, eerie feeling about it. They stayed outside while Terra went in, only to stumble across the terror-stricken faces of her parents magically tied to chairs in the living room. She let out a shriek and stumbled out of the house and over to her friends. They tried to calm a hysterical Terra, but to no avail.

She finally calmed down when they gave her a dreamless sleep potion. When she woke up, no more tears appeared in her eyes, but a cold distant look took over what had once been cheerful eyes.

Terra sat in the circular office staring at the waving arms of the previous headmasters. Her aunt was talking nonstop with the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Every once in a while, they both would look at her, but then return to their own conversation.

Finally, Dumbledore stood up and went over to the shelves behind his desk. From next to the Gryffindor sword, he pulled out the old Sorting Hat, which grumbled at being woken up earlier than expected.

Dumbledore smiled gently at the griping hat and picked it up. "I just need to know where this student shall go. She has come to our school under strenuous circumstances, and I didn’t wish her to be sorted with the first years."

The hat stared at the girl sitting across the office, who promptly stared back. In a gruff voice, it replied to Dumbledore, "You don’t need to put me on her for me to know where she belongs. She belongs in Slytherin."

The headmaster put the hat back down on the shelf and sent a summons for Professor Snape. He turned back to the two people in his office, "I apologize for leaving you, but Professor Snape will be here soon to escort you to your common room, I, however, have a very important matter to tend to."

Her aunt turned to her. "Terra… I know you hate me for taking you out of Durmstrang, but you must understand that I’m trying to protect you. Don’t do this to me, please?"

Terra’s lip twitched as she turned away from her aunt and made no effort to reply to her. Even as the door opened and Professor Snape swept in, she did not move.

"The headmaster has informed me that you are a new fifth year student, joining Slytherin."

Terra mutely nodded her head.

"If you follow me, I’ll show you the Slytherin common room."

Without saying a word of goodbye to her aunt, Terra followed the greasy-haired man out of the headmaster’s office. Professor Snape said nothing to the new student as they passed through the corridors of the school and to a bare, damp stone wall.

"Mudblood," muttered Snape darkly as a door in the wall slid open. "After you enter the common room, there are two more doorways, the staircase to the left and down is the girls dormitories. You will find that your things have already been brought to your room." He turned to leave, "By the way, you’ll find that you are in a room all to yourself, considering all others are full."

Terra ran her hands over her robes and stepped into the room. Her eyes followed along the rough, stone walls into the center of the room, which was lit by a bunch of round, green lamps and a fire. She was almost startled to find a pair of icy, gray eyes staring at her. The eyes belonged to a boy with platinum blonde hair who was standing next to the fire with a giggling girl throwing herself all over him.

The chatter that had filled the room stopped and they all watched as the newcomer passed by all of them and walked down the stairs to the left. Taking a few minutes to find her room, Terra entered a room, that obviously only contained one person. The floor had a soft, dark green carpet on it, and the same green lamps were hanging in random places about the room. There were several beds, but only one had a large trunk in front of it, with two cages on top of it. The bed had sheets that matched the carpet on the floor and a comforter that had the Slytherin emblem on it, and was traced in silver. There was a single window in the room that allowed the moonlight to enter the room, illuminating the room with a silvery-greenish glow, from the lamp light mixing with the moonlight.

She reached over to the cages and opened both of them. Out of one flew a little owl, its chestnut and snowy feathers blending together perfectly. Out of the other one prowled a black cat with stunning green eyes. (AN: no reference to Harry, sorry.) Loki flew around the room hooting for a second before landing gently on Terra’s outstretched arm. While Terra stroked Loki, Midnight, the cat, rubbed up against her legs, purring loudly.

She shooed Loki off of her arm and pulled her wand out of her pocket. Whispering an enchantment, she locked the door and laid down on the bed. Without climbing under the covers, Terra fell asleep quickly.

Draco Malfoy had been standing next to the fire tuning out the incessant ramblings coming from Pansy Parkinson’s mouth when she entered. He could see Snape standing behind her, and he could see her scanning the room. Their eyes locked and he almost found himself getting lost in the beautiful chocolate eyes, when he noticed something about them. Not only were they brown, but they had a circle of green towards the pupil adding an exotic difference to the brown eyes.

She was taller than Pansy, but shorter than him. Her exquisite chestnut brown hair with red streaks in them shone in the light from the fire, but as she moved, the color of her hair changed with the light, from red, to a dark brown, back to a red, and even a somewhat light brown. Her robe was open in the front, showing off her form. She was in a short skirt and a buttoned up blouse (that left little to the imagination). Her tan legs were well toned and she moved with a grace that only a pure-blood could have. He could tell from the look on her face that she was not pleased to be here. Not even a smile, or even a flash of her teeth, appeared as she strode through the room.

Once she entered the room, everybody fell silent and watched the newcomer wondering how she got in. She stepped knowingly towards the left staircase and walked softly down the stairs. Draco’s eyes stayed watching the staircase hoping that she might come back up, but she never reappeared.

Pansy noticed his lack of concentration on her and grabbed onto his arm.

He turned his head towards her as if to say ‘Get off of me’ when she spoke. "She seemed scared of us. You know, she’s probably not even a pure-blood."

Draco’s eyes flashed. "Don’t insult Slytherin, Pansy. Nobody but a pure-blood could be in this house."

She sniffed disdainfully and turned towards the fire.

The blond boy smirked. Well at least she’s not blabbing on about her summer.