The Dark Creation

Chapter Two

The rest of the carriage ride up to the school was uneventful. I hated every moment, to be honest, but that was mostly because I wasn't being completely true to myself...not to mention I wasn't being told the whole truth. Alpha stayed on my shoulder, nuzzling into me, he could tell that I was feeling stressed. I had to work hard to control my emotions, because I could feel the prickles of cold forming on my skin, a sure sign that I was starting to lose control of my body temperature. Harry and his friends seemed to have begun to trust me, and thankfully none of them were touching me or they would realize that something was off. Of course, the fact that they thought I had been experimented on could possibly explain what was going on, but that's not something I wanted to tackle just yet.

All too soon, the carriage arrived at the school and we all got off. While the others went to their house table, I was instructed to stand with the first years. I sneered at them, I don't know why. The first years went before me, and they all tried on an old, ratty hat. I guess that's how the sorting was going to go. When my turn arrived, I walked up to the stool and had the hat placed on my head. A voice began to speak, and it took me a minute to realize that it was the hat. That was something creepy, and I frowned as it began it's internal debate. For my mission, I knew I should be placed in Gryffindor, but I also wanted to be placed in Slytherin. The hat debated for a long time, but soon...

"GRYFFINDOR" The hat shouted.

I was miffed, to say the least. I didn't want to be in Gryffindor and I honestly didn't think it was where I belonged. I didn't think my personality would be suited, but, at least this would help me gain the trust of Harry and his friends. I plastered a huge, fake smile on my face and hopped off the stool after the stern woman removed the hat from my head.

Finally. Food. I thought to myself. Alpha had stayed on my shoulder through the whole thing...earning me a dirty look from the stern woman. Walking over to the Gryffindor table, I sat down by Harry...noticing how a lot of eyes followed me around. I was getting slightly annoyed at all the looks, I didn't know why veela dna had been added to my system. I picked up a slice of roast beef and fed it to Alpha, then took a piece for myself. The little dragon was my only comfort in this place now. My eyes scanned the Great Hall and stopped when I noticed a set of piercing blue eyes staring into my own. The platinum blond hair gave the boy away, I was pretty sure that this was Draco Malfoy who was staring at me, and when Harry sneered in the boy's direction, I was sure.

"Uh oh. Looks like Malfoy's got his sights on you." Ron said, noticing the staring competition. I played dumb.

"Malfoy?" I asked, though I knew full well who the Malfoys were.

"He's a right git, that one. Rude." Ron said, with his mouth full. I arched an eyebrow.

"Malfoy has always been unnecessarily cruel to us and to others, for no other reason than we are in Gryffindor and because Harry decided not to be his friend in the first year. He calls me mudblood." Hermione said, huffing. I tried not to snort, mudblood wasn't as dirty of a term as most people thought. Yes, it was derogatory...but it was just a word after all.

"Oh." I really didn't have anything else to say about that. I knew that I should probably jump on the 'hating Malfoy' bandwagon, get them to trust me more. But that went against my core and I couldn't do it outright.

"Honestly, I understand why you guys don't like him. But I think I'll hold off on my own judgements. After all, it seems stupid to dislike someone just because of what others tell you about them." I said, shrugging. Let them assume my time in the tube is the reason behind it. None of them responded, they really couldn't. After all, I had made a good point.

Professor Dumbledore had made a speech before the plates filled with food, but I hadn't been paying one iota of attention through the whole thing. I guess he noticed, because shortly after the end of the feast was announced, I was approached by the stern woman again. I think she was a professor, but I couldn't recall at all.

"Miss DiAngelo. The headmaster would like to see you." The stern woman said. I plastered a look of fake concern on my face.

"Oh? What about." I asked, looking at the others. They looked at me curiously but encouragingly.

"I'm not sure. Follow me please." The woman said, turning on her heel and striding away. The others headed towards the moving staircase while I followed after the stern woman. Alpha wrapped his tail tighter around my neck, so as not to fall off. We stopped at a statue and the woman spoke a password, causing a spiral staircase to appear.

"Go on up." She said, waiting for me to start up the staircase before walking away. I entered the headmaster's office and saw Dumbledore waiting. While I wasn't truly concerned, I was slightly surprised to see a gentle look on his face.

"Miss DiAngelo, it is a pleasure. Do you know why you're here?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Not really. But I'm guessing it has to do with my origins." I said, wondering how to breach the dream subject. I had been trying not to think about it, but it kept coming back to me. Letting out a breath, I let my control slip this once.

"I had a strange dream, and I'm hoping you can tell me what it is. I could see the thestrals pulling the carriages, but the only time I ever saw death was in this dream." I said, all in one breath. Dumbledore simply arched his eyebrow and motioned for me to continue.

Taking a breath to steady myself, I began to tell him about the dream, not understanding why I was being so open with him. There was just something about him that told me I could trust him. When I finished, Dumbledore sighed and picked up a piece of paper off his desk. When he handed it to me, I saw that it was a picture...a picture of two very familiar people. The woman and man I had seen in my dream.

"Miss DiAngelo. I do know of your history and yes, I wanted to speak to you about it. However, that can wait. Your dream, unfortunately, isn't a dream at all. It's a memory. The two people in that picture you are holding, their names are Carl and Lucinda DiAngelo." He said, waiting for me to connect the dots.

"Wait. DiAngelo? But." I started, then I stopped as it hit me. "These are my parents...aren't they." I asked, softly. Alpha cooed, rubbing against my neck. He could sense my emotions.

"Unfortunately, yes. They were wonderful people. I knew Carl, he was a fantastic student. He was a Gryffindor, much like yourself. Though that didn't stop him from being best friends with Lucius Malfoy. Your mother, however, was not a witch. She came from a long line of pure-bloods, this is true, but her mother was considered a blood traitor since she decided to live as a muggle when Lucinda was born deaf. No one knows who your mother's father was, however." Dumbledore said, looking at me sadly. I couldn't speak, I was in shock. But my question must have been written all over my face because Dumbledore continued. "Voldemort ordered Lucius Malfoy to take you by any means necessary. I know Lucius hoped that it wouldn't come down to killing your parents, but your father was never a supporter of Voldemort and it's why he and your mother left England to begin with." Dumbledore said.

I was floored. I hadn't expected to learn anything about my history so soon, it all seemed surreal. "I....I need to think." I said, stroking Alpha's scales. Dumbledore nodded.

"Come back tomorrow after classes. We can speak more then." Dumbledore said. I simply nodded and left the office. The stern woman was waiting for me, and silently she led me to the Gryffindor Common room. I was told the password, but to be honest, after all that information, I didn't hear it or process it. So, she opened the portrait for me and I went inside. I ignored everyone, merely found my way to my assigned room and laid down. Before I realized it, I was asleep.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE** I apologize for the very long delay in this new chapter. I've been going through a lot and I finally feel able to write again. I don't know how far I will be taking all of my stories. But I will try to update all of them from now on.