Chapters Blaise, Draco and I went into Platform 9 and 3/4. A great red, steam train was there, and lots of students were getting on, saying goodbye, etc.
Narcissa smiled. “I’ll see you at Christmas, Sunset, and Draco.”
She helped us put our trunks on the train. “And Blaise, you’re always welcome in our home,” she said.
Draco, Blaise and I got on. We walked to a compartment, where Crabbe, Goyle and a girl whose face looked like a pug were sitting.
We are all members of one body... But men will be taught in fire, blood, and anguish.
. It’s from An Inspector Calls. Have you heard of it?”
“Whatever it is, it’s nonsense,” said Draco.
As the train came to a halt, a voice spoke over the intercom.Please leave your luggage and meet Hagrid. We will collect it.
We got off the train.
We got into boats. I was in a boat with a girl called Twilight Sparkle, Violet Baudelaire and of course, Blaise.
And then, there was the castle, finally. “Wow,” said Violet. “It’s huge.”
Author's Note
Hi all
And Kellah takes her actress’s surname
dorm mates
The new Gryffindors followed Percy Weasley into the common room. “Girls on the right, boys on the left,” he said.
I followed the girls to the dormitory. There was Hermione Granger, me, Rainbow Dash, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown and Kellah Morris.
We went into the dormitory, 6 beds were arranged in a semi-circle. Hermione went straight for the one by the door. Parvati and Lavender were giggling, so didn’t even notice we were choosing beds. I went for the one next to Hermione. Rainbow Dash went for the one next to me. Kellah looked a bit confused. She took the bed next to Rainbow Dash, leaving the furthest two beds for Lavender and Parvati.
“Hey,” said Rainbow Dash, breaking the silence between Hermione, her, Kellah and me. “I’m Rainbow Dash. Half-blood, both my parents were Slytherins. Dad is muggle-born, y’know, Bow Hothoof, and my mom is Windy Whistles. She’s a pureblood. I think they’re slightly disappointed that I’m in Gryffindor, y’know... Anyway, I’m real sporty.”
Hermione sighed. “I’m Hermione Granger. My parents are dentists. They’re muggles,” she said. “I’m a big reader.”
“Are you 2 even listening?” asked Hermione.
“I don’t want to be like my parents,” I said quietly. “I just want to be myself, not be under the pressure of my parents.”
Hermione looked at her bedside table clock. “Let’s sleep,” she said. “Lessons tomorrow,”
It was potions with the Slytherins first that morning. I walked into the potions lab, where Blaise was sitting. I hurried over to where he was sitting. “Hey,” he said softly.
More students came in. We jumped apart, blushing furiously. I saw Ron and Harry sit at the back, Hermione at the front. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle sat next to Harry, shooting a glare at him.
As everyone in Gryffindor and Slytherin came in, Harry and Ron began chatting. “Hush!” cried Hermione. “Professor Snape is coming!”
Professor Snape came in, his black cloak billowing out behind him. He closed the door, sweeping his cloak as he glided to his desk, like a bat, his black eyes piercing into the eyes of each of the students. He took the register, his eyes boring into Harry’s eyes. Harry put his hand to his forehead, assuming that was where his scar was.
He began asking Harry questions, that he didn’t know the answers to. I looked at Hermione, whose hand was quivering as she was desperate to answer the questions.
“And that’s 10 points off Gryffindor for cheek, Potter,” said Snape. “Put your hand down Miss Granger.”
Today we were looking at the strength potion. Blaise and I were partners. I got out my potions book, flicking to the strength potion page. I saw the ingredients on the table. “Let’s do this,” said Blaise determinedly.
After an hour, Professor Snape came around to each table. I overheard that Harry and Ron messed up, Neville and Seamus got the wrong page, Hermione one mistake, Draco the same, and then he came to our table.
The bell rang. I put a vial of the potion on Snape’s desk. “Evanesco,” I muttered, waving my wand over the cauldron.
“Come on,” said Harry. “It’s Charms.”
I followed Hermione to Charms, with the Ravenclaws.
“Can anyone tell me what the motion for the levitation charm is?” asked a squeaky voice. We looked, where a very small wizard stood on his desk.
The bell rang. “Recess!” bellowed Rainbow Dash.
Everyone ran out of the classroom. Blaise was waiting for me.
We went onto the lawn and sat down
It’s just us ”
Blaise and I walked into the class. “Hey, Sunset!” cried Rainbow Dash. “Come and sit with me!”
No one was listening to Quirrel. He just talked at us and didn’t make any sense. Well, not to me, which was unusual, because I understood almost everything. Maybe next in our next Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson. The noise level grew. I heard students chatting. “You okay, Sunset?” whispered Blaise. “Is it too loud?”
The bell rang.
Author's Note
Well, this relationship won’t last. I assure you.
The bell rang.
We walked into Greenhouse one. “Devil’s snare,” said Professor Sprout. “Okay, I’m gonna let you work out the best way to subdue them. Choose your own groups, if you may.”
“Hey, Sunset!” shouted Rainbow Dash. “Mind if I join your group?”
“Oh well done, Miss Shimmer!” cried Professor Sprout. “Good work! 20 points to Gryffindor and 10 points to Slytherin!”
The bell rang.
Blaise held me close. I leaned my head against his. “Come on,” said Rainbow Dash. “Let’s go to our flying lesson.”
The flying lesson was on the grass quad, where 2 lines of broomsticks were. Madame Hooch was pacing up and down. Blaise smiled, as he went over to the Slytherin Side. I stood next to Hermione. Blaise winked at me.
We all climbed on our brooms but Neville began to rise, due to nerves. “NEVILLE!” I shouted.
Draco pulled out his wand. “Sectumsempra!” he shouted, aiming his wand at my abdomen. I couldn’t even defend myself.
Rainbow Dash stood up. She ran for help. I looked at Blaise. My abdomen was on fire like my insides had been ripped out. “Blaise,” I said softly. “Please. Stay with me.”
Draco kicked off from his broom, throwing the remembrall. Harry followed, catching the remembrall in one hand. Rainbow Dash came down with Professor McGonagall.
Blaise POV
Harry went up with McGonagall. I was still kneeling by her body. I was never going to see her. I was never going to have a life. She loved me, I knew that. She wrote a song for me.
Author's Note
Draco knows dark magic. Sunset dies and the rest of this story will be from Blaise’s POV
Sunset POV
Professor Flitwick began to speak. “Okay, let’s see you do it, children!”you’re so clever!”
The bell rang for dinner. Ron stormed out.
Harry and Ron were discussing the lesson. Hermione brushed past them, in tears. “Ron,” I said. “I think she heard you.”
Everyone went in the Great Hall. We were all eating peacefully, when Quirrel came in, panting. “TROLL!” he shouted. “TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!”
Violet and Twilight seemed to be thinking along the same lines. Twilight nodded, as Harry grabbed Ron, as we ran towards the Dungeon.
“NO!” shouted Twilight. “It’s going in the girls’ lavatory!”
We ran into the girls’ toilets. Hermione was backing away, squeaking. I transformed into my Animagus, a royal bengal tiger. I roared, bounding towards the troll. “What do we do?” asked Harry.
“Ew,” said Harry. “Troll bogeys.”
Professor Snape, Professor Quirrel and Professor McGonagall came in.
When we returned to our common rooms, Hermione was waiting for us. Sometimes defeating a mountain troll can strike up the most unusual friendships.
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Interlude: Before GRYFFINDOR Vs SLYTHERIN match
Sunset POV
I looked at Blaise, as his dark eyes met mine. He smiled, as we walked towards the Quidditch pitch. Gryffindor vs Slytherin. “Who will you cheer for?” asked Blaise.
We went to the front, where the best seats were.
Author's Note
This is a short one. This actually reveals Sunset’s greatest secret, and this will be important in the terms of C.DIGGORY in Hogwarts: year 4
Draco and I were hanging out in his parents’ back garden. It was a warm, sunny day in July. My uncle, Lucius Malfoy was reading the Daily Prophet , checking news if my father, Lord Voldemort, would return. My aunt, Narcissa Malfoy was baking delicious treats that Draco and I could smell from the window. My mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, was also reading the Daily Prophet . My parents had split up when I was born, but my father wanted me to become a Death Eater, just like my mother and my uncle. My mother was his right-hand woman. When I was born, he engraved the dark mark on my left arm.
No one apart from the grown-ups knew. But that’s enough about me. Draco and I were playing our favourite game, cat and mouse where we’d take turns chasing each other in circles.
Uncle Lucius laughed. 2 owls swooped in, dropping 2 letters. Draco and I caught them.
“It’s the Hogwarts letter!” cried Draco. “I’m in!”
Blaise and I were born in the same hospital, on the same day, at the same time, 16th October 1989. We’ve been best friends since the day we were born, and my mum knew his mum.
I ripped open the letter, reading it to myself.
“Well,” said Lucius. “Tomorrow is 1st August. Let’s go tomorrow to Diagon Alley.”
“Yes, mum,” I said meekly, as Draco and I headed inside.
We walked into Diagon Alley. Mum handed me a small bag of money that would last about 4 years. Draco and I headed into Madame Malkin’s robes. Blaise was inside. I leapt into his arms. I was so happy to see him, finally. Blaise prised me away from him gently.
Blaise and I started to date 2 years ago. We stood on stools, as the assistant put on robes and adjusted them.
The door swung open. A boy with black hair and brilliant green eyes came in. “One minute!” shouted the assistant.
She helped me down. “Hogwarts?” she asked the boy. “These 3 are too.”
Blaise got down his new robes in his bag. The boy got on the stool next to Draco.
We paid and left the shop.
We then went to Ollivander’s to get our wands. After that, we went to get our pets. I bought a Crup, as I love dogs, while Blaise bought an Owl.
Draco came out. “Well?” asked Blaise.
I looked at Blaise. “For God’s sake,” I said. “Crabbe and Goyle. Such a bad influence on him.”
I kissed Blaise. He smiled gently, brushing my red-gold hair out of my face.
Hagrid led us into the Great Hall, where we were met by a tall, stern, woman whose grey hair was tied in a tight bun and who wore glasses. “This is Professor McGonagall,” said Hagrid. “Professor McGonagall, the firs’ years.”
“Trevor!” shouted a nerdy-looking boy who had lost his toad.
The double doors swung open, as Professor McGonagall led us down to the hat.
She took off the hat and scurried off to the Hufflepuff table.
I zoned out, as more people were sorted. I noticed Rainbow Dash was a Gryffindor, Violet, a Ravenclaw, and Applejack, a Hufflepuff. I was waiting for my turn.
They called out Potter’s name, which took 5 minutes to sort, the longest to be sorted.
Then more names. And more names. Then they called my name. Blaise nudged me. I was visibly shaking as I went to the sorting hat.
Blaise groaned. As I walked past him, he grasped my hand. “Meet me on the lawn tomorrow break,” he whispered.
Author's Note
just to let you know I’ve changed my mind on Sunset. She will survive.
true love
BLAISE POV
Then something astonishing happened. Her cyan eyes fluttered open. Weakly, but she was alive. “Sunset!” I cried. I hugged her, as she rose up, kissing me. Both of us were crying, like really crying happily, as we buried our faces in each other’s robes. Draco snarled. She smiled, as we were still in each other’s embrace. I brushed her long red-gold hair out of her face. “The only thing that matters to me,” I said softly, “Is that you’re here with me.”
We took our heads out of each other’s robes. We were still hugging each other.
Author's Note
A/N: After almost a year, I am finally going to update this story, a bit.
Gryffindor vs Slytherin
Sunset Shimmer.
Blaise and I sat down together, holding hands. I saw Harry warming up, flying his broom around. The match had already started; I saw Oliver Wood save a goal. Angelina Johnson was passing to Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell. Harry was showing off his skills. Neville held a 8 the wrong way around. Hermione and Ron gave him 10s. “Harry, the snitch!” I shouted. Harry zoomed off to find the little golden ball. One of the beaters hit the quaffle at Oliver Wood, knocking him out, and the quaffle bounced back and hit me in my still healing wound. My wound opened up, as I fell to my knees, clutching my abdomen. Blaise looked at me, my eyes wide with pain. My knees gave way, as I fell. Blaise ran to break my fall. My wound was on fire. Blaise took me into his arms, running down to the Infirmary. My health was precarious; it was starting to deteriorate.
Madam Pomfrey took one look at me, taking me into her arms, placing me on the hospital bed. My vision began to grey. I think I might die. Blaise knelt beside me, his face blotchy from his crying. I saw Madam Pomfrey wave her wand then everything went black.
Harry Potter.
My broomstick began to jerk. I looked at the staff stand and saw Snape mouthing something. I looked at Hermione, she and Ron disappeared and she set fire to Snape’s robes. The Snitch. I raced towards the Slytherin seeker as we fought for the snitch. I had an idea. I opened my mouth to catch the snitch, then when the whistle blew, I spat the snitch out. I heard cheers, then I saw Blaise Zabini run towards us, his face red from crying.
“Sunset is in danger,” he said.
Sunset Shimmer.
My body floated above. I saw myself lying there, with Madam Pomfrey stitching up my wound. Was I dead? I saw a bright light in a tunnel, the ghost of my grandfather, Marvolo Riddle was standing there.
“Great-Grandfather?” I asked.
“Sunset,” said Marvolo Riddle. “I am so disappointed in you. You were sorted into Gryffindor.”
”But, it’s not my fault!” I protested.
“You have a choice, Sunset,” he said. “Die, or return.”
”Return,” I replied.
I fell through the air and I was back in my body. I opened my eyes, my wound sewn up. I was going to live.