The Girl at Hogwarts, Part 7

None of us even acknowledged that Albus had called him Score. Slowly, Alyssa faded to gray, then blew away, then Scorpius, and then Albus. A strange sensation came over me, and I saw my hands turning a light shade of gray. Then I blew away.

My head burst out of the cold water. "Lord save us," Albus started. "Score's a death eater." Prof. Devon looked confused. "Who's Sc- oh no. Oh, Scorpius. Why ever did you not tell?" Scorpius looked absoulutely ashamed. "I...... my father must've still believed in Voldemort, even today. He didn't like him, yes, but he felt that Voldemort was out there. Killing people in another disguise. So it stayed, branded on his skin. Mum joined Voldemort too, when he was at power, destroying Hogwarts. And she felt the same as dad. My family hated it. Somehow, by the works of nature, it passed on to me. I believe Voldemort is out there. And I hate it. I just, completely, absoulutely, HATE it." He was on the verge of tears. "SCORPIUS! It's fine." Scorpius wiped his nose. "Yeah, sure." He sniffed.

The next day at the Slytherin table, everyone, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs alike, sensed something was wrong with Scorpius. His hair wasn't nearly as slick as normal. There wasn't the faintest trace of a sneer on his face. In fact, there wasn't a trace that he was, is, and ever would be a Slytherin, aside from his robes. When Albus tripped next to him, Scorpius didn't even seem to notice. When Rose's glass fumbled and fell from her hand onto the marble floor, cracked to pieces, Scorpius didn't even pass a glance. He just cut a sausage into a billion pieces with his knife and sat gloomily. Then, things got weird.
Candor, Deidre, Spencer, Albus, Naomi, Rose, Alyssa, Raven, Mont, Cho, and Lacy walked over weirdly, a bit red, but said to Scorpius, "You're not a Death Eater." Scorpius finally spoke, then. "I am, and I'll prove it." Lacy looked at him and stepped back. "Prove it? How so?" Scorpius stood up, then.......

We all gave stunned looks. "He's a Death Eater. Oh, geez. Voldemort's out there." Lacy straightened. "NO. HE IS NOT." She said confidentely. I lost it. Banging my fist on the table, I forced out, "Voldemort's out there, ok? May he be animal, plant, bug, or whatever, he's out there! How else could Score be a Death Eater? How could he have the Dark Mark? Huh? Maybe this is what the quest's about! Stopping Voldemort. VOLDEMORT!" I yelled Voldemort for all to hear. That's when Professor Leon stood up. He whipped out a black wand. "Nevah say thut naam." He said with an awfully deep accent. "Heh ma beh daad, buh weh cah noh take hances! Anewah, eet ees zah Tihizard hournamant. Schalls ah gon ovah dare, to Duhmhang." He tucked his wand in his pocket. I speared a french toast stick and shoved it in my mouth. Albus wasn't eating anything, and Cho was taking a small sip of orange juice every now and then. But, Mont was chugging down a pitcher of pumpkin juice. What had he said about the Triwizard tournament?
"Alyssa! There'za Triwizard tournament? When?" Alyssa finished off her sparkling cider and stared at me. "Y' didn't hear? The Triwizard tournament! We're leaving to Durmstrang tomorrow! I can't wait, all ages are allowed this year." She said, now stunned with excitement. Now, I was too. I couldn't wait! Alyssa and I blasted off in to conversation. "Wow, I can't believe it! I'll bet I'm picked for Hogwarts, betcha. I'll do anything to get picked! I'll drink a pint of unicorn blood!" Alyssa said excitedly. I nodded in agreement and replied, "It's awesome, right! I'll bet i'm picked, Alyssa." Alyssa sagged slightly. "Probably. You're the hero in the book, like Percy Jackson and Gregor the Overlander. You're Percy, and Gregor. You'll be picked." She took a black rose out of her auburn hair. Then, with a swish of her wand, changed it into a black dove. It flew away. "You're amazing at magic." Alyssa looked at me, slightly confused then said, "Not in the bad way, but....... you seem like a Gryffindor.

As we shuffled outside in house lines, we wondered how we were possibly going to get to Durmstrang. Alyssa looked at me and whispered, "I think monsters!" I gasped, and a curl of cold white air wisped out of my mouth. Devon stood up. "People who favor thestrals, here, in line 1! People who favor pegasi, here, in line 2! People who favor hellcats, here, in line 3!" I looked at the hellcats. They weren't motorcycles..... they were enormous blood-red cats with fire instead of eyes. The claws were jet black and its gums were pulled back in a snarl, showing fangs. "That is not a cat." I said. But it was. It had pointed triangular ears and a long, whip-like tail. Alyssa walked over to the pegasi and I waved 'goodbye' as I boarded a thestral. Raven, who was on a thestral next to me, waved. I waved back. Devon boarded the last hellcat and and threw up golden powder, then took off. I nudged my thestral, and it flew up. The clouds submerged us and soon Raven and I were flying side by side on thestral, straight to Durmstrang for a month.