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The Dark Circle	By : SisterGryffindor Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 4815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***** Just a short chapter this time, working on the next ones. Have a great Holiday!!*********

“All first year Slytherins, follow me.” A fifth year said, moving past the table.

Lazlo waited for most of the others to move past, and then he rose and joined the ten new students following their prefect. He had known about the sorting, of course, but hadn’t made any friends on the train. In fact, he had spent a good portion of the trip standing in the hall so he hadn’t had to deal with some of the stupid questions by the people in the car he had to share.

Now he was here, alone in Slytherin House. He’d been worried they’d take that brute Erik and allow him into the school. He had no worries now, he was away from Malfoy Manor and his controlling dad Harry, he was away from Draco as well. This was his first chance at being what he really wanted to be…

“Hi.” A girl’s voice spoke up beside him.

He looked to see a girl who was nearly his height and quite slim, with deep black hair pulled into a stylish bun that framed her pale face.  Lazlo felt his heart jump into his throat; wanting to speak but he was having great trouble even getting a word out. “Um…” he managed. “Hi…”

“I’m Chrysalis Rookwood.” She said with a sweet smile that had a redoubled effect upon him.

“Lazlo.” He forced the answer out, feeling like his collar was too tight. Merlin, she was pretty…

“Oh I like that name.” she said, slipping her hand through his elbow as if he were escorting her to the dance. “Someone told me that you’re old wizarding blood, there’s no mud-blood mixed up in you… were they telling the truth?”

“Yeah. My dad’s from a long line of wizards and so is my birth mum.” He answered, feeling special. He had this pretty girl’s attention and she really seemed to like him.

The Prefect led them across the entry hall and down one of the many stairwells. “Remember this route please, it is the most direct way to reach the Slytherin common rooms.” He called out to them.

“Your name, Crysalis… isn’t that like a butterfly cocoon or something?” he asked.

She laughed softly. “Yes, that’s right. It’s a little lame, I know, but it’s a lot better than what my mother wanted to name me…”

“What name did she want?”

“Arachnia.” She grimaced at the thought.

“Spider? Yeah, that would be worse.”

“Just call me Chrissy, all my close friends do.” She smiled at him. “Anyway, the sorting was kind of fun, don’t you think? I mean, could you believe that boy, trying to get in early? Honestly, some kids just don’t know how to wait. Arrogant thing. And that other boy, that blonde. Malfoy, I think he was. Merlin, the audacity of some people, refusing to accept the house he’s assigned…”

“Yeah. Go figure.” He muttered. He didn’t want to admit his relationship to them.

She smiled up at him. “So what was your full name? I didn’t catch it…”

“Oh, it’s Lazlo Potter-Malfoy.” He answered without thinking.

She frowned a bit. “Potter… Malfoy?”

“Yeah. But not really my close family. I was born into the Yaxley family; my real dad was Benjamin Yaxley…” he did not notice that her pace had slowed and the two of them seemed to be a few steps behind the end of the line as they reached the foot of the stairs.

“So that arrogant prat Alerick Malfoy is your brother?”

“Yeah, sort of…” He corrected in vague agreement. What happened next was so quick that he really did not realize what was happening until his face slammed into the stone wall and everything went black.

Lazlo had managed to get to one knee, dazed, his ears ringing.

“What in Merlin’s name is going on here?” a professor demanded, movinb up with her robes billowing about her.

“I don’t know, Professor Gibbon.” Crissy said innocently, her hands clasped before her. “We were following the Prefect and Lazlo missed the last step I suppose…”

The professor moved up to Lazlo’s side. “I think perhaps you need to see Madame Pomfrey…” she began, touching his chin to tilt his face up.

His lip was bleeding from a small cut and he had an abrasion that was already beginning to purple and bruise on his eye and cheekbone. He pushed at her hand, turning his face away. “I don’t need the nurse for a bruise. I’m fine.” He said firmly.

“What happened, young man?” she asked him.

He eyed the two standing just behind her.   One was Crissy, the other was   a boy her age who looked very much like her standing to her right. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened, but he wished he knew why. “Like they said, I missed that last step and tripped.” He said, getting to his feet again. “I just bumped into the wall. I’m not hurt badly.” He muttered. He wasn’t going to go ratting on those two even if they did do this to him. He bloody well wasn’t going to let them get away with it though…

“All right, then.” She straightened, glancing at the dozen or so students gathered around. “The show is over, all, everyone move on to the common rooms, these first years need to be oriented to the rules of Slytherin House.” She ordered, and most of them turned to follow her as she led the way.

“Well at least you’re not a whiner.” Crissy said, giving Lazlo a cruel smile. “You know, Jordi, he might be a decent addition to Slytherin House after all…”

“That’s not up to you anyway.” Lazlo growled.

“It is more than you know.” Jordi answered with a grin.

“You might think that, Lazlo. But you don’t know many things; like the fact that my eldest brother holds most of the power in Slytherin House. He’s the Prince of Slytherin.” She smiled sweetly.

“You’re lying.” He retorted.

“Why lie when the truth is so much more fun?” she laughed, not even caring that the others had left the three of them in the hallway, moving out of sight. Lazlo had been watching for another movement from the brother and he was rewarded for his vigilance; Jordi had stepped one more pace behind him lunged forward to grab at him again.

Lazlo had been expecting exactly that.   Last time, he’d been distracted by Crissy’s pretty face but he had no intention of being the patsy this time. He slid out of the way at the last moment, wand in hand. He used a simple sticking spell to make the farthest boot away hold to the floor for just one moment, enough to ensure Jordi would be unable to stop himself. It worked; he hit the wall much harder than Lazlo had.

He turned immediately to fix a glare on Crissy, who was staring in shock as she watched her twin and protector slump to the floor. “I may fall for that bloody crap once, pretty little Crissy, but I’ll be damned if you get me twice. I don’t bloody well care who your family is; I’m gonna find my own way here without depending on mine. You and your thug of a brother had better let me be, and I won’t do anything to you. Mess with me and I promise you, I will pay you back for every single thing you do to me.”

“Are you threatening me?” she demanded.

“Not at all. I’m giving you a promise.” He growled back at her, moving in the direction the others had gone. “And I’m dead serious about it. I don’t care who you are, and who your brother might be for that matter. I’m a Potter-Malfoy and we don’t make empty promises.”

She stared at him incredulously for a moment or two, then huffed angrily and turned her back on him, moving to her fallen brother who was only beginning to wake.
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