♣- Fidelius -♣

4th partttt.
Now another canon splats out into the story. 


Hope you likey ♥

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"According to the Sorting Hat, only those who are witty and capable enough of handling their skills are allowed to get into Slytherin."

You're terrified by how that freaking old sack sorts you into the least house you want to be in. If only you're allowed to use your wand during that time, you'd throw the bloody damn thing across the Hall.
Or at least, set it up on blazing fire using the candles that were floating about in the air inside the Hall. It's about time to find better use of those knick-knacks than letting them pointlessly flying around just for a mere decoration. That rotting hag needs to be disposed off good soon enough anyway.
He could've sorted you to Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw instead, if not to Gryffindor;
so why Slytherin?

"..pshyeah, right. You know you need to smolder that crap someday."

You turned your attention to the guy in front of you. Who else could it be?

"Happy to be here, Cran?" He raised his brows uncunningly.

"You wish."


After desperately trying to maintain a state of horror you're in now, you walked your way down the plat and found your seat in the Slytherin's table, in front of this meddlesome, unshuttable frappe. Ginny seems to be as devastated as you are now, and you prefer not to turn your head and look at her, not after you've been told that Slytherin and Gryffindor definitely aren't a good friend of each other. If your new Slytherin 'friends' caught you glimpsing at them Gryffs instead of glaring, you're sure you won't be put in a comfortable position after then.

"Deep congrats!" Some of the girls beside you poked your shoulder and the others still congratulating your arrival in the team.

"Yeah. Thanks guys." You smiled somewhat half-heartedly. It's not making you feel any comfortable.

But you guess you're lucky enough that none of them saw you walk along with Ginny and the others on your way here. Except for Draco, that is. He's been eyeing you with daggers on his eyes the entire time after your second encounter at the train.

Whatever. You prefer not to think about it for now. You just want to concentrate on how you should deal with things here in your new house.



You luridly walk out of the Great Hall after Dumbuldoor, the headmaster of the school finished his sage preaching, making most of the students in your table left with soggy eyes (yawning), following your fellow Slytherins to their common room. Ghosts are wandering about the corridor as you passed by and say hello, but you never really care about those supernatural things since you're using diaper.
The prefect is leading in front of the line you're following, but you lagged behind, preferring to distance yourself from the crowd, still not ready to socialize yet.

In between your steps, you occasionally glance back to the door to Great Hall, searching for Ginny and the others, but they're nowhere to be found. Perhaps they had already went to the Gryffindor's common room. You sighed.


"Consider yourself to be lucky, Cranberry."

Draco runs up to you from behind. His two fellas following him loyal like dogs.

"Honestly, your brain doesn't even worth half a Knut to be placed in Slytherin."

"Well honestly, my brain doesn't worth half a knut because it's priceless, Mallard. Had you any chance to think your brain has gained more value after our second crash back in the King's Cross?"

"Dare you to speak. If your brain alone is priceless, surely my brain is beyond priceless from the start." He replied with a slight retard in his last sentence.
You rolled your eyes in disbelief as he trampled his shoes down the spiral stairs, catching up with the other friends of him while leaving his two fatso pets behind. So he only came to dignify himself in front of you? What a smug.

"Don't mind him, he's always like that."
A sudden voice of a girl approached you from behind. She's a few steps above you, making you have to lift your head a little to see her face.

"Samantha Filia." She stopped her pace for a moment and sticks out her hand, beaming. "Congrats for making it into Slytherin."

"Thanks, nice to meet you." You worked a smile as warm as possible and shook her hand. "Is he your friend?"

"Who, him?" She poked her head to the left down the stairs to see Draco. "Well, I do know him, but not that we're close friends or something. He doesn't get along with anyone in the house except for Crabbe, Goyle and, uh, Pansy."

Really? You thought he was one of those popular guys out there that are out of ordinary girls' reach, judging by all his pride of himself and prior to the mass of crush the Agrias girls have against him. Turns out he was just a low-classed rug that's thrown out of the social circle in his own school.

Samantha stepped her small feet beside you. "But nevertheless, he's still popular among the girls. In fact, even more popular than anyone can imagine."

Well scratch that. You're stiffened already.

"You like him?" She suddenly asks.

"NO. It's a nightmare for me to fall for him. He's annoying as hell."

"Haha yeah, no one can deny that." She chuckled then resumed her pace with you down the stairs, trailing behind a long line. "But every other girl in Slytherin actually holds a crush against him, you know.
Like, every one of it."

"...truth?" Your eyes widened.

"Heard some girls from the other houses are owling him love letters too. Gryffindor's not in exceptions. So important they had it welded to the notice board last term: Gryffindors having crushes against Slytherin - the forbidden tie of love has begun in the midst of rivalry." She added fervently, though her face shows no concern.

"I thought he's only popular in other places." You replied tonelessly.

"I assume you're talking about your school?
Uh.. what it's called again? Akrus?"

"Agrias."

"Yeah that. But truthfully, he is popular. Very famous among the girls here. You know Viktor Krum from Durmstrang? Completely thrown out of the mention if he's around."

Even Krum is seconded by him? This never came to your expectation before. How come someone like him could be so well-known and, over all, liked?

"You have to learn to expect the unexpecteds here at Hogwarts, Val, if you don't mind me calling you that."


"I guess I know what you mean, and no it's okay, it's much easier to call me that way anyway."

She gave you an amusing smile. You smiled back.
At least you got yourself a friendly companion now, despite what Ginny had told you that Slytherin is filled with foul and nasty people, far from getting friendly towards new pupils. Seeing as they welcomed you to the group earlier at the Great Hall and Samantha accompanies you to the common room, you think they're not actually that bad. Maybe it's just because both house don't really get along from the first place, so they keep having bad presumes about each other without even knowing each other well beforehand.

"You know, Val. You're actually a great person." Samantha strokes her hair as you two arrived on a landing in front of which another corridor strains.

"Really?"

"Yeah.

So you better stay away from them Weasels."


"Weasels?" You repeated, a slight confusion in your tone.

"I saw you walked with the red-haired 3rd year girl back then when we're on our way to school."

"..oh. You meant Ginny,"

You didn't know that someone else is watching you other than Draco back then.

"But they're not that-"

"Along with the Mudbloods, if I may state so; we of the purebloods will not worth it." She said, you sensed a sudden change in her tone.
"If you're getting sorted into Slytherin, you must be a pure-blood, and you must know that they're not worthy to be a friend of ours. Far too low that they fit better to be in the ground beneath us."

"But they're not that bad, you know; I mean, they helped me when-"

"You say so because they helped you. They're just trying to get your attention, those blood-traitors." Samantha said, yet cutting your words again. You're feeling as though you're talking to Malfoy's father now.

"You're better off with me and the others here. Not with those filthy pulps."

You find that really rude. She shouldn't be saying things like that when they don't even really know each other.

"You don't know them."


"I do. All the Slytherins do."

She dropped both of your step as you looked up to a big, black bare door, barely realizing how far you two had gotten. You heard sounds from inside - the other Slytherins must've already entered inside, making you realize you're the only two left behind. Samantha hung her neck a bit low then said something to the door, which made it swung open in instant.

"Not Muggle-borns."

"Huh?"

"The password to the common room. Have a note at it."

"Oh." You flutters your lashes rapidly at the cut of your sentence.

"You know, this topic we've been talking - not so good a starter, don't you think?
Oh and, you need some heads up first. You're new here and all."

She took a step into the carpeted floor inside the room.

"Here, I'll show you around."


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Perhaps getting inside the house isn't as bad as it sounds ~
..well, at least for now.