Harry Potter Down Under

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I'm gonna say right now that I'm sorry i wrote this chapter. It is mostly useless but there is a little bit at the end about how the monsters are doing without the humans. And don't mind her name (you'll understand if you read it) I just used it for fun.

She walked through the corridors with her head down and her eyes following her feet. As she came to the second floor she sat on the stairs. They shifted underneath her, but she just sat there, wondering where they would take her. They stopped at the third floor and she remembered what Dumbledore had said at the feast when they'd arrived.

"The third floor is off limits to those who do not wish to die."

Many of the first years looked either terrified or curious, but most of the older kids didn't seem to care. They were all pretty used to unusually things such as that. This girl in particular was thinking about the warning with something other than curiosity as she climbed the steps and began wandering around the third floor. She opened some doors, peeked in, then closed it again. She eventually came to a locked door and drew out her wand to unlock it.

"Hey, you!" It was Mr. Filch, the caretaker at Hogwarts. "What are you doing up here, Black?"

"It's not Black, Sir. Didn't I tell you I got adopted?"

"Hmm. Good for you. Now, what are you doin up here kid?"

"I was on the stairs and got sidetracked and I must've gotten off on the wrong floor."

"What were you even doing on the stairs, shouldn't you be in the dungeon with the other Slytherins?" Fun fact, Filch hates the Slytherins more than any other class, though he hates everyone anyways so it's easy to hide it. This girl, however, has always been an exception.

flashback. Also, you don't have to be reading this to be completely honest, I just got bored and decided to throw in something new.

The young girl was crying on the steps that night. Everybody was long gone from the corridors, but her items were still littered on the ground. It was that kid, the one in her house. The so-called savior was so cruel to her, yet she never fought back. The child just stared at them, or sometimes even smiled.

Today was different though. Today, the young girl had just sat on the ground as one of her items had been crushed under a boy's foot. A couple Ravenclaws passed as the child began to cry for once. She was shaking and weeping and the Slytherin actually looked startled. They all left her like that, and there she's been sitting for fifteen minutes.

She gathered up the broken locket in her hands and attempted to fix it with her wand. Filch had had enough of her weeping over a broken locket as her scrubbed the floors where her ink had broken and stained. He stood and left. He returned with a teacher to find her scrubbing the floor with one hand and the other held to her chest. She'd thrown her stuff into her bag, including the broken ink bottles, but it's not like it mattered, her books were already stained.

"What are you doing?" Snape stared down at the girl, but she just continued scrubbing the floor with one hand. He grabbed her hand and pulled so she would face him. Her eyes were so sad and there were still tears. She had a black eye under the hair she combed over it.

"How did that happen?"

"I ran into a wall."

"A wall doesn't do that."

"This is Hogwarts. If I leaned against a wall here, I wouldn't be surprised if it disappeared just for a good laugh." Nobody smiled.
She pulled her arm away and began scrubbing the floor again. Snape was as expressionless as ever as he pulled out his wand and flicked it without a word. The ink disappeared and the books in her bag were fixed.