𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔰
trois. — slytherin house!

It was daunting.

Standing before the towering doors that led to the great hall, Persephone felt terribly small. She could feel her heart beating rapidly out of her chest. The chatter from inside was loud and obvious, a room filled to the brim with people she didn't know, people who would judge her.

She straightened her now green and silver tie thoughtfully, frowning when she recalled Professor Dumbledore's reaction. Or lack thereof. He didn't congratulate her, but gave her a tight and slightly suspicious smile. From her conversation with Abraxas she had learned of the long going feud between Slytherin and Gryffindor house — and though she knew Dumbledore was the head of Gryffindor house she couldn't believe that a member of staff would be interested in such petty rivalry.

Wrinkling her nose at the absurdity of it all she pushed a door open as quietly as possible. She found herself frozen at the entrance, transfixed by the strange and splendid sight before her. The hall was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were already sitting tucking into their dinners — golden plates and goblets filled to the brim with a variety of foods that smelled divine. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting.

But the sight that truly captured her attention and left her awe struck was the ceiling. Above the students was the sight of the glittery heavens opening up, giving the illusion that there was no ceiling it all. It was a sight of such beauty she feared she may cry. As she was staring up at the ceiling someone was staring at her, "Princess!" she winced in embarrassment as Abraxas waved her over to the Slytherin table — several students craning their heads to get a look at the mysterious new girl. Settling into the seat beside Abraxas she glanced nervously to the group surrounding him, "I just knew you were a snake."

"Thank you?"

"Ignore him, he means it as a compliment," the girl to her left spoke in a manner in which gave Persephone the impression she was bored yet her eyes held a gleam of excitement in them, "I'm Druella Rosier," she shook her hand gently, a ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips, "and you're Persephone... Dumbledore?"

Every syllable that dripped off the girls tongue was like sweet honey, her voice as melodic and graceful as her features. As Persephone scanned the group around her she found that Druella was by far the most beautiful, with tumbling locks of raven hair and captivating blue eyes that seemed to stare into Persephone's soul, "Yes, that's me."

"It's so strange, I never realised Dumbledore had any family." One boy mused from further down the table, before becoming absorbed in his food once again, eating as though he had been starved on a desert island for years.

"Oh Crabbe, does anyone actually know anything about Dumbledore — and he calls Slytherin's shady." A girl from opposite her spat out, it appeared she was not fond of the man. Persephone found she would probably be quite beautiful if it wasn't for the ever present sneer on her face.

"This is Walburga Black," Druella introduced, before gesturing to the girl next to Walburga, "and Costia Parkinson."

Walburga gave her a brief smile before turning back to converse with a boy who appeared to be a few years younger than her at her side. Costia however shook her hand with a warm smile, "You know you don't seem so bad — for a Dumbledore."

Probably because I'm not one.

The bitter thought took her by surprise, but it was frustrating not knowing who she was. Did she have parents worrying about where she was? Brothers? Sisters? It was nerve wracking and being surrounded by so many new people certainly wasn't helping, "Enough hogging the new girl ladies," Abraxas swooped in wrapping his large, muscular arm around her shoulder as to direct her attention to him and the boys that surrounded him, "Princess, this is; Avery, Rosier," she noted that the older boy must have been Druella's older brother as she noted his similar captivating features, "Lestrange, Nott, Mulciber, and Dolohov." Abraxas shone brightly amongst his friends, contrasting completely to them with his white hair and shiny blue eyes in a sea of brunette's.

"Nice to meet you all." She felt like a piece of meat, a few of the boys eyeing her up and down hungrily whilst others seemed mostly unbothered by her presence — to distract herself she started to pile a small amount of food onto her plate — much too nervous to actually eat a substantial meal. She found it odd how he referred to them all by last name only and wondered if it was a status thing, she hoped people wouldn't start referring to her as Dumbledore that could get confusing.

"And this is Tom Riddle." Abraxas gestured to the boy sat directly across from them with his nose in a book. She noted that she was given his full name. Peculiar.

She noticed that he had not once looked up from his book since she sat down. It was impossible not to notice him. His presence demanded attention. From his neatly groomed curls, that fell ever so slightly over his forehead charmingly, to his porcelain coloured skin and sharp cheekbones. But the thing that truly intrigued her was his eyes — they were such a cold blue she was surprised they didn't freeze anything he looked at on the spot.

And yet they were familiar.

In fact they were the only familiar thing she had seen since appearing in the castle. Nothing had stirred so much as a flicker of a memory or familiarity in her bones — but those eyes — it felt as though she had seen them before.

He let those eyes drift from the page — his brows pinched in annoyance as he realised he was being introduced. But as his eyes met hers they widened, it was subtle, so subtle that she was sure she was the only one who caught the micro expression before his face became a blank canvas once again.

Without so much as a word to any of them he strode out of the Great Hall, his strides long and calculated. Raising an eyebrow in confusion she decided to shrug the boys odd behaviour off. They all sat in silence for a few moments longer before the boy she knew as Lestrange spoke up, "Old Dumbledore doesn't seem to happy seeing you in the pit of vipers."

She glanced over to the teachers table to see he was right. Dumbledore was staring disapprovingly at her new group of friends, worry lines forming on his head, "I don't understand the problem, are houses really that big of a deal?"

"Yes." She grimaced as the boys all answered in unison. The boy known to her as Avery suddenly spoke up the glint in his eye slightly malicious — though she got the feeling it was not directed at her but was a permanent fixture to his featured, "Is it true? You lost your memory at Beauxbatons — a memory charm gone wrong?"

Persephone rubbed her wrist anxiously as Abraxas bowed his head slightly in shame for telling them, "Yes, unfortunately it's true."

Walburga stuck her nose up in the air pompously, "What sort of school are they running in France?" She flicked a dark lock of hair over her shoulder, "If that happened to me my parents would have the school shut down."

"If you lost your memory you might actually be bearable." Nott mumbled beneath his breath — Persephone covering her laugh with a small cough as Walburga glared at the boy.

It was a Friday night, and the night of a triumphant Quiddich match which meant there was a party in the Slytherin common room for fifth years and above the next night. It would have been that night but with the Hogsmeade trip the next day most students didn't want a hangover. Persephone was invited as the group were walking to the dungeons after dinner, "I don't know — I wanted to get some reading done over the weekend. Try and catch up on classes a little." It was true, she wasn't sure what her magical capabilities were like yet and she was nervous being so far behind.

"Not taking no for an answer," Druella linked her arm through hers as they arrived at the Slytherin common room entrance — the tall brunette rolling her eyes when she realised she was the only one to remember the password, "ouroboros."

Persephone took in the sight of the common room with a breathless smile. When she heard the common room was in the dungeons all sorts of horror came to mind. Yet the common room felt warm and welcoming to her — like she was coming home. The fire was emitting a soft glow onto the emerald green sofa's whilst the large mahogany bookshelves lined the walls elegantly. Most interestingly she found there was a wall made purely of glass giving them a glorious view of the black lake. It was perfect in her eyes.

"Come on," Druella rolled her eyes as she grabbed onto her hands and pulled her towards the stairs, "You'll be in our room — you got lucky that Alora Carrow got pregnant and had to drop out at the start of the term."

"I never liked her," Walburga said throwing herself onto her bed, "I'm now a hundred percent sure she was the hussy stealing my lipstick."

The other girls laughed, Persephone smiling as she found a new trunk with her name on it — filled with the simply essentials and a bag of galleons to tide her over. Dumbledore really did think of everything.

After changing into a rather plain white nightgown she settled into the beautiful and comfy bed with a content sigh and a book — the emerald green bed sheets and silver toned curtains reflecting in her eyes.

Though when she finally closed her eyes for the night, she couldn't help but think back and picture those haunting ice blue eyes again. Those familiar eyes.

So peculiar.

AUTHORS NOTE!

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖘!

𝔰𝔨𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔯 𝔨𝔢𝔶𝔫𝔢𝔰 ——— 𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞
𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔨𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔤å𝔯𝔡 ——— 𝖚𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊
𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫 ——— 𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖆𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖗
𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔴𝔰𝔨𝔦 ——— 𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖈𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗
𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫 ——— 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖙
𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩 ——— 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖍𝖔𝖛

I realised I hadn't put them in the cast so here they are!

So, I was wondering if anyone had any theories on where Persephone came from and who she is — it's honestly something I'm so excited to write it's ridiculous.

Thanks for reading! Remember to vote, comment and or share please lovelies!

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-summer