Aphrodite Slytherin (Hogwarts Journey) (DISCONTINUED)

~Finding Aphrodite~

I knelt down beside the edge and ran my fingers through the water, it was calling to me, welcoming me home. But I'd have to get changed first, I wasn't getting my leather jacket wet, not because I was particularly attached to it or anything, but because I nearly got caught stealing it today.

If I had money I wouldn't steal, but I don't.

I skipped towards my changing room, and once I was in, closed the door. No body else comes in here but I always close doors, just in case, you don't know who could get in. I stripped until I was fully stark naked and admired myself in the mirror. Trust me , I'm not big-headed whatsoever (and don't usually admire myself naked) , but whoever named me Aphrodite certainly named me correctly. I have perfectly tanned un-blemished skin , excluding my scars of course, a perfectly proportioned body (for todays standards anyway), long-ish dark brown hair with natural beach waves , subtle but prominent cheekbones, with big stormy grey eyes accompanied with long lashes.

However there is one thing you probably wouldn't expect. Bringing my hair over my left shoulder I turned to where my back was to the mirror and peered over. On my back was a large tattoo of a snake , to be exact a Boa constrictor. It would slither and contract over my scars with ease. Also I say tattoo ,I've had it since I was 5 and it's grown with me. It's the mark of the Slytherin, to which I am the heir of, I know this because a man called Albus Dumbledore visited my orphanage when I was about 10.

He told me that one day I would understand everything about my past. For now I'm pretty much clueless, I know that I'm directly related to Salazar Slytherin, I know that I can speak Parsletongue because of it, I know I'm different. In my orphanage all the other children teased me about not having any parents and the humongous tattoo on my back, after years of unbearable name calling and physical bullying, I snapped. I screamed at the top of my lungs with my eyes closed , but then it all stopped and when I opened my eyes things were levitating all around, smashing into walls, combusting , I think a vase even knocked Freddie the bully out.

That was when the orphanage kicked me out for 'dangerous use of magic'. For crying out loud I didn't know how I was doing it let alone what it was . At the time I needed someone to guide me , I was kicked onto the streets. For granted I did tell them I was going to a family friend, however my embarrassed 11 year old self lied. Truth was that nobody cared, or even knew about little Aphrodite, abandoned at a week old. And I ran and ran until I found my now-'home' ; the abandoned London Bathhouse.

I smirked looking back at my tattoo , I liked it, it gave me my tough personality. Of course, that personality was built out of 3 years living rough. You wouldn't know it though, with my regularly changed clothes and -almost- flawless skin.

I dove into my rucksack and pulled out my swimwear , a two piece black bikini. I 'acquired' this last week. After slipping in on I folded all my clothes up and waltzed back out towards the water.

The water greeted me like an old friend , forming around me as I pencil jumped into the baths. I swam probably about 5 lengths before a loud clunk came from the baths' opening. I stood up in the water, alarmed, no one ever comes into the baths. Tuning my hearing in, I could hear two pairs of footsteps coming towards me. Not knowing who they were or why they were here, I thought quickly on my feet and muttered "aquaspirant". With a now endless supply of oxygen I dove to the bottom of the water and clung to a metal bar down below. I would just have to wait it out and hope no one looks down here.

I'd been waiting down at the bottom for probably about 5 minutes before they started raising their voices, they were two men by the sound of it. However I couldn't really hear the words, it was all  muffled because of the water. Being the nosey, curious person I am , I had a real urge to listen in. Keeping one hand on the bar, I reached up to the lip of the pool, making sure not to let my hand be seen and floated up to the surface. I went just high enough so that my ears were out of the water.