The Tale of Ilianna Azareth Emerys. [A Harry Potter Fanfiction]

Chapter 1

"Slytherin it is, young Miss Emerys. The house of the serpent, renowned for its cunning and resourcefulness." The Sorting Hat, Alastair says in my mind.

                          As I make my way through the castle, I notice all my fellow students preparing for the first class of the term. Upon entering the Great Hall, the imposing stone walls, adorned with coats of arms, come alive with the soft glow of hundreds of candles. The air is filled with the savory aroma of breakfast, served on long tables stretching across the hall. I spot the Slytherin table near the far end, where a peculiar mix of students awaits. To My immediate left stands a boy who seems to be trouble personified - a mischievous glint in his eyes, a devilish grin playing on his lips. He's tall and muscular, with white hair and piercing silver eyes. There's an undeniable aura of danger surrounding him, as if he could conjure chaos with a mere thought. Across from him sits a girl who exudes an air of propriety, as if she might break out in a Victorian-style corset at any moment. Her porcelain skin is punctuated by rosy cheeks and a pert nose, framed by a neat, upturned bob of honey-blonde hair. She holds herself with an elegant poise, her crimson robes impeccably tailored to accentuate her slender figure. As I approach the table, the boy's eyes lock onto me, a spark of curiosity igniting within them.

"Hello I'm Ilianna. Let's see... Silver eyes, expensive clothes, You must be a Malfoy." I say politely but coldly. The boy flashes a charming smile, revealing a set of pearly whites. "Ah, yes, the infamous Ilianna Emerys, daughter of Azareth Emerys," he says in a smooth, upper-crust accent. "Delighted to make your acquaintance." He extends a gloved hand, his fingers adorned with rings that glint in the candlelight. "I am Draco Lucius Malfoy, and I must say, you have quite the... unique appearance. That cane of yours, for instance. Very dashing." He eyes the old red cane in my hand appreciatively before turning his attention back to my body, his gaze roaming the shaven left side of my fiery black-and-red tresses, and down to the diamonds adorning my piercings. A hint of intrigue colors his expression. "My, my, so many intriguing modifications," Draco muses, his voice taking on a playful, almost teasing tone. "A true original, aren't you, Ilianna? I do hope we'll have the opportunity to get to know each other better during our time here at Hogwarts." He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest with a confidence that borders on arrogance, as he starts eating.   I smile watching him eat but only picking at my food, While his mom, Narcissa Malfoy, and his father, Lucius Malfoy, notice me talking to their son and get worried as he's only allowed to be friends with Deatheaters and purebloods like themselves. Draco notices the concerned glances exchanged between his parents, Narcissa and Lucius, as they observe his interaction with me from across the Great Hall. With a smirk, he dismisses their concerns with a wave of his hand, never breaking his gaze from mine. "Do not fret, Mother, Father. I assure you, Miss Emerys is nothing to worry about," he assures them in a tone that brooks no argument. His parents exchange a look of silent communication, clearly unsatisfied with his nonchalant dismissal of their concerns. Meanwhile, Draco continues to engage me in conversation, seemingly unfazed by their disapproval. "Besides, I've always had a knack for recognizing potential," he says with a sly grin, his silver eyes sparkling with mischief. "And you, Ilianna, possess a certain... allure. One that sets you apart from the rest." He leans closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "Between you and me, I find your unconventional appearance rather... captivating. Don't you agree?" As he speaks, I notice a subtle shift in the atmosphere around me. Other students begin to take notice of my conversation with the infamous Slytherin heir, and whispers start to circulate through the hall. Some looks are curious, while others are openly disapproving. The tension is palpable, and I can't help but wonder how this unexpected development might impact your time at Hogwarts. "If you're worried I'm some mudblood or halfblood I'm not; My parents were purebloods." I reassure the family.