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VonRaven	By : MissMikaele Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Wynter VonRaven stared out the window of the Hogwarts express with a look of utmost disdain on her pale beautiful face. She didn’t want to go to this “Hogwarts”. She wanted to be at her parent’s mansion in California with her many tutors and her vast suite with her canopy bed and large tub. She missed it dearly. But her beloved parents just had to send her to a wizarding school. It couldn’t be that beautiful French school that her cousins went to. Oh no it had to be Hogwarts. Her mother had gone to Hogwarts and assured her it wouldn’t be that bad. But would she be allowed to have her whole wardrobe? Would she have her own room? Even though she was well over the age of eleven would she be sorted? And if so would she be a Slytherin like her mother had been or perhaps a Ravenclaw? Would she be ahead of the rest of the class or behind? She was full of questions and nobody had bothered to answer not one of them. Her steely forest green eyes raked over the scenery. It was a beautiful place. She had never been to London before. That was another thing that upset her. What if the girls made fun of her accent? She wasn’t from around here. Her American accent would stick out like a sore thumb. And of course there was the Malfoy’s. Her mother had once been engaged to the head of the Malfoy’s, Lucius, but her mother had broken it off in favor of more exotic American suitor she had meet abroad the summer of her last year at Hogwarts. Thus she was born. The product of a union between a beautiful British Veela and an infinitely rich and infinitely handsome raven haired American.
A bushy haired girl came bursting into her cabin, interrupting her thoughts to tell her that they were nearing the school and that she had best put on her robes. Great. She hurriedly pulled the thick robes over her “muggle” clothing. Oh how she loved muggle fashion, any fashion really, even the sometimes strange wizard fashion, and it almost caused her physical pain to hide her burgundy knit sweater and thick brown tights. She looked down at her feet. At least her brown suede louboutin boots peeked out of her robes so people could see she had at least some style. She sat back down and looked through the window thinking about what a hard time whoever was taking her luggage to the castle would have and she smiled her first real smile of the evening.
Not too soon after the girl told her to dress the train reached its destination. She followed the stream of teenagers and children alike out off the train and it was then that she got her first real look at the school. It was huge, and intricate in design, and the highest tower seemed to touch the stars. She didn’t get very much time to look around before she was ushered to the castle with other people around the same age as her and before she knew it she was inside. She waited with the other students to go into the dining hall but before she could she was stopped by a man with hair darker then her fathers and a sneer that would make the bravest turn tail and run away.
“Miss VonRaven I presume.” He said in a non questioning tone while looking her over not unlike the way most men looked at her. Her Veela blood often had this effect on men, even men like the one in front of her.
“You presume correctly. And you are ?” she finished while looking him up and down making sure he knew that she was indeed looking, and when she reached his eyes she raised an eyebrow and smiled seductively. Hmm maybe going to this school wouldn’t be as bad as she first thought. He cleared his throat to steady himself before answering.
“Snape. PROFESSOR Snape.” Snape added way too much emphasis on professor. Like that would stop her if she decided she wanted to seduce him. Her only reply was a small girlish giggle and a head cock.
“Yes well… Dumbledore has asked me to escort you to his chambers after the feast; I thought it best to tell you beforehand, also you will be sitting at the Syltherin table, so please do head in and take your seat.” And with that he walked into the dining hall. She walked in soundlessly behind him and found a place to sit, and quite a few people, mostly boys turned to look at her, until a mean looking girl pulled on the sleeve of a pale blonde boy effectively winning his attention. After that many of the heads turned back to continue staring at the young children getting sorted, cheering when the ugly hat would say “Syltherin”. After the sorting a old wizard who she believed was Dumbledore walked up to the front of the podium and began speaking words or both warning and encouragement, though if Wynter was being honest she scarcely heard a word of it. After he had finished speaking he allowed them to start eating. The food was good but what she really wanted was a hot bath, but before she could do that she needed to talk to Dumbledore. The meal ended almost an hour after it had begun and the four houses were being lead to their dorms by the schools perfects, she however stayed sitting waiting to be collected by Snape so she could talk to Headmaster Dumbledore. She didn’t have to wait long.
Snape walked up to her and she smiled.
“Hello Severus.” She said with a voice as smooth and sweet as caramel.
                                                                    **Snape’s POV**
His nostrils flared slightly at the use of his first name and his body became heated at her emerald gaze. Oh Merlin she was beautiful. Dumbledore had told him about her parentage and some of her unique circumstance and warned him that she seemed to be even more powerful than her full blooded mother Kalina. He took in her appearance as she stood up to walk with him to Dumbledore’s chambers, her long rusty brown ringlets so different from traditional Veela hair, and her figure more curvy and her bust seemed much larger than the average small figured Veela. Even her walk oozed beauty. He could already tell he was going to have a hard time controlling himself around her, not like he was the only one that was having such difficulties mind you, he had seen many of the male students looking at her with unmasked looks of lust in their eyes and the male staff with more cooled versions of the same look. He understood that she was in trouble even though she didn’t seem to know why she was here but Dumbledore had yet to tell him her full story, but why was she in his house? Why couldn’t she have been placed with Minerva, he highly doubted that Minerva would have a hard time controlling her body around this young minx. He gulped at the sight of her round bottom swaying side to side as she walked through the door to Dumbledore’s chambers.
                                                        **Back to Wynter’s POV**
   She looked around her in awe, the amusement at the look Severus gave her at the usage of his name put aside momentarily so she could survey her surroundings. The head master Dumbledore’s chambers were awesome in the literal sense of the word. Her full mouth opened slightly in a surprised O. Gold trinkets of unknown origin glittered merrily in the firelight, the many portraits of past hand masters adorned the walls, and by his large wooden desk was a beautiful phoenix on a perch. Before she was even invited in she practically ran towards the phoenix, stopping short as not to scare the bird. She then turned to where Dumbledore was sitting; he had a bemused look on his face. She lowered her head slightly ashamed at her lack of manners before looking back up to apologize.
“Please forgive me headmaster. I saw your lovely phoenix and got a little excited. I’ve never seen one before and I forgot my manners. May I perhaps touch him?” Her eyes alight with childlike wonder.
Dumbledore smiled warmly before speaking.
“Yes of course, though I would advise you to stay away from his beak, he is somewhat temperamental it’s only been a week since his burning day, he tends to get a bit nippy.” He finished with a twinkle of his eye. That was all she needed to know. She turned back to the magnificent bird and began cooing praises momentarily forgetting the people behind her. She ran a hand through his soft plumage and it was hot to the touch, when she got to his head she touched him softly as not to scare him and he turned his head into her hand obviously enjoying her attention. He truly was a lovely bird, his eyes shined with intelligence and his feathers were glossy and new looking, even if Dumbledore hadn’t told her about his burning day she would have still known. Of her many intellectual pursuits animal care was one of her favorites. Animals didn’t judge. Not on looks or wealth, they only cared about heart and it often seemed like animals were her only friends. Ever since she had come into womanhood she had found it difficult to make friends, boys and even men were always willing to talk to her, but the conversation seemed empty and hollow, women, excluding the family she had on her mother’s side talked at her not to her, and girls around her age mostly just threw hateful glances her way. She knew why too, it was because of how she looked, but it’s not like she could help how she looked, well she could, but Veela’s celebrated beauty, both their own and the beauty of others and her family would see it as a personal slight if she was to mar her good looks, not that she would anyway. Part of her was angry at everyone else for not being able to see that she was more than just a Veela, more than a beautiful trophy and more than a rival for affections, but another part of her understood why people treated her the way they did. So as a young woman she was without friends, she had time to school herself in seduction, an art that she now excelled in, and to read every single book in her father’s immense library, many of which were books on animal care hence her fascination with them, and now here she was more beautiful than any of the witches at Hogwarts and better read. The beautiful bird in front of her head butted her hand to bring her attention back to him and off her thoughts and for that she was grateful, she ran her hand over the bird a few more times than murmured a “see you later” as she walked closer towards Dumbledore’s desk.
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