Serenity Silverwing & The Hogwarts Five

Chapter One

A Tripped Angel

My name is Serenity Sylvia Shaman Silvering. (Authoress´s Note I: Serenity is a version of Selene, a moon goddess; Sylvia is your usual middle name, meaning wood; Shaman is her family name and Silverwing is her surname. Any questions? Ask in the reviews or send me e-mail.) I´m a Slytherin Third Year, though only the Great Spirit knows why. I´m considered as low as a muggle-born here, even though my parents are only squibs of wizardry. I am a witch, but I´m also a Shaman; a witch of nature. My whole family is as well, though my parents are a little more specialized.

I´m half Native American from Maman´s side, and half French from Papan´s side. I have blue-green eyes and black hair with the last two inches metallic silver.

I have one sister, Diana Featheredmoon. She´s three years younger than me. Maman runs an apothecary called "The Lunar Eclipse". The name is fitting since her last name is `Bloodmoon´, in reference to the lunar eclipse. Papan owns the metal shop next to Maman´s called "Encore Jamais Metal Repair" (French for "Never Again"). Grandpere Stephan owns a company called Starre Orbs that makes Remembralls and other trinkets of the like (so long as they´re spherical). Grandmere Andy owns Jemz Ink Unltd so I never run out of ink for my quills (She sends me shipments every two months).

Papan´ parents have always been a mystery to me. Sure, they send really cool gifts, like the clip-on genuine sapphire earrings they sent for my sixth birthday, but they´ve never visited me so I could get to know them.

Anyways, I´d been hearing about other students getting letters from home, telling them that their younger sibling would go to Hogwarts the next year. I feel torn between hoping that Diana had gotten in and hoping that she wouldn´t have to go through the same torture as I had. I´d also seen that families tended to stick to one house. Take the two Malfoy kids for example: Draco is blunt, to the point, and the bane of my life; meanwhile, Nocta is an actress extraordinaire and likes me. Though, I have a sinking feeling that Nocta choose Slytherin over the other houses so she could stay with Draco (It must be a sibling thing).

I look up and search the flock of owls for my dark, midnight blue raven hawk.

It didn´t take long to find her since all the smaller owls refused to come with in ten feet of Bluemoon and/or myself.

"Bluemoon!" I call, although to anyone else listening it sounded like a hawk´s cry, and raise an arm for my hawk to perch.

Bluemoon spirals down to my shoulder instead and drops a purple envelope on my plate that only had the bacon that she´d saved.

"Thank you, Bluemoon." I say in a chirp while handing Bluemoon a strip of bacon.

"Thank you, Selene." Bluemoon responds, though only I could understand the hawk. I sigh as she continually uses that nickname. She told me back in first year that `Serenity´ was too much of a `bill full´ to say so she uses the name of the goddess my name was most like: Selene, Greek goddess of the moon.

"At least someone appreciates me." I mutter, slipping back into English.

Bluemoon flies off and I examine the purple envelope that was addressed, in yellow, glimmering ink to:

Serenity Silverwing

Hogwarts, England

Yep, it was Diana, all right. Who else did I know that had such flourishy handwriting? I sigh, open the envelope and read the yellow-on-purple writing:

Cherie Ma Souer,

                   Guess what! I get to go to Hogwarts next year! Maman and Papan are thrilled. As for Grandpere, I haven´t seen him this ecstatic since he saw your letter.

Grandmère says that I´ll come over there about a fortnight into your summer break. Sometime around your birthday.

I´m so HAPPY!!! I´ll see you this summer!

Je t´aime et 'a beintot,

Diana Featheredmoon

P.S.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Do you think that would help me smuggle in a broom? PLEASE, Seraye!              

I let out an excited squeak that earns me cold stares from the rest of the table. I smile nervously; grab the letter and envelope, and dash outside to an oak tree by the lake then tap a root of the tree. The root rises, revealing a compartment just large enough to hold a hope chest; my hope chest. Liz and I had moved it out here to keep it safe from prying eyes and sticky fingers (I did have some fairly unique and valuable jewelry and rare herbs in there).

I pull out the silver and blue trunk and open it with considerable reverence for the disused hinges. As the scent of lavender and rises to fill the air around me, I sift carefully through muggle pictures of my family, candles of many colors, my mother´s silver locket and other jewelry. Then I find the packet of letters that I´d kept since my first year; my letter of acceptance to Hogwarts was, naturally, placed at the front. I slip the newest letter into the back of the sixth section.

I smile wistfully, thinking of my friends, Lavender Rosethorn and Terra Starwind, and my family.

"Man, I miss Aunt Lauren, but since Diana is coming here, it won´t be too bad... Just so long as she´s not in Slytherin." I sigh as I place the chest back into the hidden compartment.

"ACK! I´M LATE FOR MY POTIONS EXAM! SNAPE IS GOING TO KILL ME!" I scream; remembering, only all too well, what happens when I´m late.

After grabbing my books from Liz´s room near the Astronomy tower, skidding past Transfigurations, careening down the Charms corridor, and nearly running over my second favorite professor, Professor Flitwick, I finally make it to the dungeons.

I hear Snape lecturing about today´s test so I zoom down the hallway at a sprint.

As I reached the door to the dungeon, I heard Snape was yelling at Neville for melting another cauldron when I slip suddenly and skid into a pile of desks. I heard all the students rush into the hallway to see what the racket was.

I knew Snape would shove his way to the front of the horde and look expectantly at the now toppled pile of unused desks that I was buried under. I push at the Jenga-like pile of desks, trying to get one to budge.

When finally a desk shifted so I could stand, I was very bruised, holding my bloody nose with my hand.

Professor Snape opens his mouth to reprimand me but I cut him off, as per usual, by holding one of my bloody hands in, what I hope was, a placating manner, "I know, I know. Go to Madam Pomfrey then go to Filch to get two weeks of detention; one for disrupting your class and toppling this pile of desks and the second one for assigning my punishment again. I know." Where is Liz? Oh, there she is. With Harry and his friends. I think, scanning the crowd momentarily.

I sigh, taking out my wand, and point it at an over-turned chair and call, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The chair rises, floating a foot off the ground. I hop on to the chair, and say, "Infermier, tout suite," then zoom from sight of the dungeons.

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I just finished my last detention of the two weeks worth Snape assigned and I felt like flying. It was better than having to put up with the brats in the girls´ dorm. I had tried being friendly with the older girls but that flopped. I know it´s late and there´s a curfew but I was getting into trouble all the time, mostly with Snape, so I saw no point in following rules that Snape would find a way to blame me for breaking anyway.

I still can´t believe that Draco thinks that I´m not a pureblood. I came from a pureblood line. Just because my parents are squibs, it doesn´t mean that all magical heritage zeros out. `And yet she still,´ in the words of Draco, `fancies herself a pure-blood.´

If there were anything in this world that I love the most, it would have to be flying through the air with only a broom beneath me. Normally Liz would join me, floating beside me, but tonight she was visiting Harry Potter.

Though I shouldn't have a care in the world when I flew about the school grounds, I had but one: I wasn´t supposed to be seen flying this well, but it was a cloudy night that would soon bring rain; who would see me?

I spiral higher and higher until I´m almost level with the very top of the Astronomy tower, then I sweep in to a steep dive.

As I plunge downward, my hair whips into my face, stinging my lips and lashing my cheeks.

I pull up two feet from the ground and, tipping sideways, extend my arm so that my hand is just brushing the grass then I zoom back up to twenty-five feet.

I quickly do two and a half loops and fly upside-down for a moment or two. Then I saw trees ahead and went straight up; my hair snapping leaves off of branches.

I level out at about sixty feet then start flying in the general direction of the broom-shed, picking twigs and leaves from my hair and feeling elated because I thought that no one had seen me.

Evidently, I was wrong.

"Well, well, well, Serenity Silverwing. It seems that your wings have mended." Draco sneers from the darkness.

"Draco! I thought that since... since it was dark I ... I could fly and... and not be seen." I stutter, fumbling for my wand.

"Guess again, Silverwing. Flitwick-Dimwick saw you flying like an ace then asked me why you weren´t on the team." Marcus Flint says menacingly.

I think about escaping but the whole Slytherin Quidditch team, including the reserves team, had ringed me in every direction except down, but when I look, I saw Crabbe and Goyle circling below me.

"No escape, Silverwing." One of the others sneers tauntingly.

Wait! No one was above me! I quickly shoot straight up into the air. I knew that they would follow, and eventually, catch me but they wouldn´t get me without a chase.

My broom, a Shooting Star, wouldn´t be a match for their practically brand new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones.

"Come on, Shooting Star!!!" I mumble as I urge my broom to go faster.

There were three brooms on either side of me blocking all but one direction and two brooms behind me with Crabbe and Goyle skimming the ground below.

Zip right! Left! Right again! Suddenly, I heard Draco laughing at me from above, then came swooping down, forcing me lower by thirty feet.

"This is where the Hogwarts Express stops for Mudbloods like you!" Draco calls down, laughing sinisterly.

I was forced to turn left again. Even though I knew it was foolish, I was snapping my head around looking for an escape.

Suddenly, all the brooms peeled off. I got a really bad feeling and decided to look in front of me. THE WHOMPING WILLOW!

"AHHH!" I scream.

I try to pull away to the right, but I couldn´t avoid all the grasping branches. One knocked the wind out of me; another made a gash in my left arm, while another slashed at my left leg.

I am barely able to direct my broom to the ground but I fall from my broom at six feet up and landed on my wrists.

"AHH!" I scream as I feel something crack, snap, or shatter in my wrists.

"So, Silverwing. You´ve fallen yet again." Draco drawls, faking sympathy, and then he stepped on my right ankle.

"AHH!" I scream again, brilliant explosions of color and light flashing in my eyes.

"Oh my, was that your ankle? I didn't see it there. Get her broom and bring it to me." Draco orders, removing his foot from my ankle.

I hear crunching punctuated by a loud crack quickly followed my two thuds as the pieces hit the ground. "Throw it at the tree."  Marcus snarls.

"Oh, don´t think we´re done just yet, Silverwing." Draco sneers, "Give me your wand."

"Never!" I spit weakly, tightening my grip on my wand that´s still in my left hand.

"Fine. Have it your way." Draco says then steps in my right wrist.

My cry of pain was stifled when someone, not Draco he couldn´t have from the way he was standing, kicked my head. I saw a brilliant explosion of color then everything starts going black.

Before I was completely lost in the black fog of unconsciousness that was spreading speedily through my mind, I hear a faint, commanding voice yell, "Petrificus TOTALUS!"