"But the blood on my hands scares me to death."

A few hours later, Dumbledore arrived and apparated Eleanor to Hogsmeade, where the two strolled up to Hogwarts.

Eleanor could not believe her eyes when she saw the building, the castle. It was huge. The dreary evening only made it all the more beautiful. The fog encased Hogwarts, giving it an eery feel, which only enticed Eleanor.

"Come now, Eleanor, there's plenty of time to admire the castle later on," Dumbledore commanded, yet he had a soft grin on his face, contradicting his stern tone.

Eleanor smiled but picked up her pace. Invictus refused to be put in a cage, instead, he chose to climb into her rucksack where he poked his head out of, watching the birds fly past.

Eleanor chose to call the little bird that sat on her shoulder, Felix. It was Latin for lucky, and the bird was lucky the spell saved him, even at the cost of her parents.

Felix, a little blackbird, was a chubby and curious thing. Dumbledore chose not to comment on her choice of pets, even though only one was allowed.

"Miss King, you will be sorted into a house." Dumbledore said, drawing her from her thoughts, "There are four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. After you are sorted, I will show you to your common room. Breakfast will be served at 7:00 in the Great Hall, lunch at 14:00 and dinner at 18:00."

"Are all of the teachers here?" She asked, a hint of caution lacing her tone. Her parents never let her ask many questions. Often when she reached more sensitive or private topics they would get mad and she hoped her questions wouldn't anger her new professor.

"No, many are with their families, though they come and go to ensure everything is ready for the next year. Headmaster Dippet will be here most of the time, as will I," he answered.

Eleanor nodded her head and soon they reached the Headmaster's office.

The pair entered and Eleanor was greeted by a cheery old man. "Ah, Miss King! So good to finally meet you. Come, sit, sit!" He rushed out as he led her to a chair before placing a mangy old hat on top of her head.

She grimaced, but her expression soon turned to wonder as she heard a voice speak in her head.

"Ah, a King, interesting...mmm..where to put you?" It said.

"A curious mind, mmm, one that definitely gets you into trouble. Ravenclaw, maybe? Quick-witted and a fast learner. Cunning too... mmm... where to put you? Your intelligence is meant for more than Ravenclaw. Ah, I know where you'll thrive..."

"SLYTHERIN."

Eleanor carefully took the hat off and placed it down. "Which house is Slytherin?" She asked.

"The house of the ambitious, cunning, and resourceful," Headmaster Dippet answered with a grin. "Hopefully she'll thrive like Riddle, brilliant boy, he is."

"Brilliant, indeed," Dumbledore agreed but his mind seemed elsewhere. "Come now, Eleanor, I'll show you to the Slytherin Common Room.

Eleanor sat in her new dorm room. It was quite large but smaller than her room at home. She's never shared a dorm with other girls before. She hoped they would be kind.

There were three beds in the dorm, her's was at the back, right by the window that cast a green glow to the room from the lake outside.

The other two beds were empty, she presumed that was where her dorm mates would sleep when they arrived on September 1st.

She had not been able to fall asleep yet. The bed was only a single bed, unlike the queen-sized bed she had at home. Though, the sheets were comfortable and warm, which she was thankful for.

Eleanor decided she'd spend some time reading her books. She recalled seeing something about her kind, "Weissangers," which meant "Those who bleed white." She discovered the word was derived from the German word "wies," meaning "white," and the French word "sang," meaning "blood."

Weissangers were rare, so rare that most wizards didn't believe in their existence. They did believe in Blood Magic though, which could be accomplished by a few skilled wizards, but not to the extent that a Weissanger could.

What she read concerned her; there were consequences for using her magic to do harm. She hoped it wouldn't affect her, but that hope was running thin.

She flipped through the book until she found the page she was looking for. Consequences for using Blood Magic to do harm.

Four stages of consequences:
1. Blood getting darker
2. Loss of control
3. Weakness
4. Death
Misuse of powers could include murder, torture, etc.
Continuance of these activities and misuse of powers will result in the stages of consequences getting worse and stronger until the user reaches Stage 4.

Blood getting darker. She nearly jumped off her bed in the rush to find her dagger. Unsheathing the dagger she brought it to her hand and gave herself a small cut.

Dark maroon blood oozed from her wound.

It looked black in the dim lighting her wand provided her as she read.

Her heart was racing now. What had she done?

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Sooo I may have forgotten to update yesterday...but anyway.

Hope you enjoy! We'll be meeting Tom Riddle himself soon ;)

– walkingmasterpiece xx