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The Grindelwald Legacy	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

The Grindelwald Legacy

Chapter 40

Once she got over feeling sorry for herself and started reading, Lucy forgot her troubles for a while.

Now she stood nervously waiting in the main entrance, wondering if she would get chance to see Hermione and Ginny, and unsure whether or not they would still speak to her once they discovered she was a Slytherin. She also wondered about the others in her house, what they were like, whether she would like them, if they would like her. What if she didn�t get along with the girls in her dorm? Were they snobs like that Malfoy kid, or were they nice but not like her anyway?
Pulled from her musings by the Headmaster announcing that the students were entering the grounds, Lucy peered round him to see the carriages. �I still say those Thestrals are ugly.� She commented, earning a soft laugh from the Headmaster.
�You will have to enlighten me sometime as to the reason you are able to see them Miss Grindelwald, meanwhile I suggest we make our way to the Great Hall, once the students disembark things can be rather overwhelming if you happen to be standing in their way. You may wait just outside the hall, I am sure you are eager to see your friends again, but remember to make your way to your house table as soon as you have greeted them.�
Doing her best to ignore the curious stares she got from some of the students filing past her, Lucy craned her neck, looking for Hermione. Catching sight of a shock of red hair, she shouted and waved.
�Hurry up Harry, Lucy�s already here waiting for us.� Ron called when he spied her near the hall doors. The two boy hurried over, soon followed by Hermione and Ginny.

�Hey, how come you�re wearing Slytherin colours?� Ron asked once they�d all hugged.
�I got sorted yesterday and that bloody hat put me there. Are you lot gonna ignore me now? Please don�t, I�d hate us not to be friends anymore just because of this.�

�Of course we�ll still talk to you. Won�t we?� Hermione stated as she threw warning looks at the other three.
�Yeah, I suppose so.� Ginny said, winking at Lucy and hugging her again.
�How come you were sorted early?� Harry asked as they made their way inside the Great Hall.
�So I wouldn�t feel embarrassed in front of everyone. I�m the only new student over eleven, it would have been awkward.�
�Come and sit with us.� Ron said.
�I�d love to, but Snape and the Headmaster said I have to sit with the Slytherins. Wish me luck and I�ll talk to you later yeah?�
�See ya Lucy.� They chorused, waving to her as she made her way round the Ravenclaw table, looking at the banners above.
Halfway down the Slytherin table Lucy halted in her steps. Looking straight at her from his seat was none other than Draco Malfoy. �Great, that�s all I need.� She muttered under her breath. Fortunately Professor Snape was standing at the head of the table and motioned her to take a seat near where the newly sorted would be sitting. She sat down and looked over to where she thought Hermione and the others might be, but there were too many heads in the way and she couldn�t see them.
�I take it you�re the new Grindelwald kid.� A voice said next to her.
She turned to meet chocolate brown eyes, set in a broad, handsome, dark skinned face. �Er yeah, and you are?�
�Blaize Zabini, welcome to Slytherin.�
�Thanks.� Lucy said with a smile and a sigh. �I�m a bit nervous, I don�t know anyone other than my friends over there.�
�Oh, who?� Blaize asked, assuming she meant someone in Ravenclaw.
�Hermione and Ginny, oh and Ron and Harry too. Do you know them?�
�You mean Potter and his little gang?�
�Harry Potter, that�s him.�
�Well you better learn quickly that Slytherins and Gryffindors don�t mix. If you want to fit in that is.�
Lucy stared at him appalled. �Are you serious? You don�t really expect me to stop being friends with someone just because we�re in different houses.�

�That is exactly what I mean. Think carefully about this carefully, house loyalty is everything in Slytherin.� Blaize told her.
Lucy sighed. She refused to be bullied, but at the same time she had to live with these.. these� bigots. Frowning, she turned her back on him and turned to watch the sorting. One by one the first years sat on the stool in front of the podium, the hat was placed on their heads and would shout out the name of the house they were allocated to. Lucy clapped along with everyone else, only to get a sharp dig in the ribs for clapping when a Hufflepuff was sorted.

�Ow, what was that for?� She asked Blaize with a scowl.
�You only clap when a Slytherin is sorted you fool.�
Lucy started to wish she could have another try at sorting, then mentally kicked herself. The last thing she wanted was to be called up in front of everyone, then be told she was still in Slytherin anyway. �Why the hell couldn�t things just be simple?� She wondered. �Anyway, how come you knew my name?�

�Malfoy, he told everyone on the train coming up here.�
�Oh him. I should have guessed. What else did he tell you?�
�Not much, just that you were starting today and your name was Grindelwald. He said you two became acquainted Diagon Alley.�
�Is that what they call it these days. More like he called me some rotten names and I told him where to go. At least until his dad joined in.�
Blaize�s eyebrows rose. �What do you mean, what happened?� He asked, they pair of them talking in whispers.
�Oh he called me a mudblood or something, and I told him to fuck off. Then his dad came and had a go at me. If Professor Snape hadn�t shown up we�d probably have ended up having a slanging match.�
�Bloody hell. You told Malfoy to� your not a mudblood are you?�
�What the hell difference does it make what I am? And stop using that word, it�s a rotten thing to call anyone. Anyway, for your information I can�t be can I, not when my dad�s called Grindelwald.�
�What about your mother, what�s her family name?�
�You really are a nosey git. Her name was Sándor if you must know, Ersebet Sándor, but she�s dead and I never met her or my dad. Are you satisfied now, or do you want a more in depth account of my family background?� She hissed.
�No, that can wait.� He replied with a smirk. He was warming to this fiery young woman beside him.
The feelings however were not reciprocal. Already she felt hemmed in and she hated having to justify herself to anyone. �Are they all gonna be like this?� She wondered.
Her eyes lit up when the food appeared on the table, and she immediately reached for the large platter of chips to her left. When the ghosts entered the hall and the Bloody Baron drifted along the table she shrunk back. �Argh, not him again.�
�You�ve already met him then?� Blaize asked.
�Yeah, he made me smash my blasted kneecap, I was in a splint for a week because of him.�
The Baron stopped in front of Lucy and stared at her with cold, dead eyes for a moment, causing her to shrink even further into her seat and close her eyes.

�Okay Baron, leave her alone now, she�s one of us.� Blaize told him, casually placing a protective arm around Lucy, and smiling when she pressed against him. �It�s alright, he�s gone now.�
Lucy opened one eye and peeped out, then let out a sigh of relief. �I hate those things. Why do they have to have ghosts? It�s not normal.�
�It is at Hogwarts, you get used to them.�
Severus watched covertly from the head table. He ground his teeth when the Zabini boy put his arm around Lucy, though he refused to think about why it should bother him, clearly it was just a consoling gesture. He hoped.
Lucy took a bread cake, buttered it and made a butty, oblivious to the stares of her fellow Slytherins as she did so. Making chip butties simply was not done amongst well bred purebloods, it was a disgusting habit practiced by muggles.

When a hand slid round her waist and gave her a gentle squeeze she jumped. �What now?� She asked Blaize.
�You appear to be drawing attention with your eating habits.� He told her quietly.
Looking along the length of the table, Lucy notice that many of her peers were in fact staring at her. Raising her sandwich, she took a big bite and stared back defiantly. Then stuck her nose in the air while she struggled to chew on the too big mouthful she�d taken.
Blaize gave her a squeeze, tickling her before letting go and she spluttered, losing part of her food. �Phaph.� She snapped at him, then grinned when he winked at her.
�What�s a phaph?� He asked.
Lucy finished chewing then answered. �It was meant to be prat. You made me spit. Now they�ll really have me down for a guttersnipe.�
When the puddings arrived Lucy was a bit more discrete. She really didn�t want everyone watching her as she ate and settled for a small piece of lemon meringue pie like Blaize, then watched to see which item of cutlery he picked up to eat with before copying him.

�It�s like being in a ruddy big goldfish bowl.� She mumbled.
�You�re a novelty, give them chance to get used to you.�
�And how am I supposed to get used to them? You asked enough questions, are they gonna do the same?�
�Most likely, but you don�t have to tell them anything you don�t want to.�
�You made sure you got your bundle of info before you told me that.�
Blaize said nothing, he had a feeling that Lucy was a hot little bundle and he wanted to be the first to find out if she was.
Snape was making his way down the table handing out timetables to the seventh years, he stopped when he reached Lucy.

�Miss Grindelwald, since your timetable differs to that of the rest of my sixth years, I suggest you learn this, and make certain you are at the required classrooms in plenty of time. I believe you know the way to most of these destinations by now.� He continued on his way.
Lucy turned red at the attention when she realised she was the only one in her year to whom Snape had personally handed a timetable. Now the prefects were passing out the rest.
�How come your classes are different?� Blaize wanted to know.

TBC
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