CHAPTER 11

— ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜꜱᴛʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɢ —

India Mikaelson

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India was just walking back to the castle after the moment near the Black lake with Snuffles.

Her head was in the clouds. Literally. She was daydreaming about laying on a cloud and eating sugar clouds and whatnot when an arm grabbed her and yanked her into an alcove. As she made her way to scream at the bastard and use magic to intensify it and blast the jerk's audition a hand was placed over her mouth and she looked up into the grey eyes of Sirius Black. Oh, joy.

She glared at him and he immediately took his hand off her mouth.

"You better start explaining or just go ahead and plan your funeral," I told him and he ignored her threat.

"You knew it was me," he stated simply and India only raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're gonna have to be more specific about that one, Black. I know it's you now," she said and he rolled his eyes.

"In the Black Lake. You knew it was me. You were about to call me Padfoot," Sirius said and India let out a gasp.

"That was you? I had no idea!" she said and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Cut the crap, India," he snarled and India's heart fluttered at hearing her name being said in such a way. Fucking hell. Me and these mini-heart attacks. I'm gonna die soon—Or maybe you have a crush on the guy, another voice that sounded strangely like Hope said and India nearly glared at herself only to be snapped back to reality when Sirius said, "You knew."

"I have zilch of idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb. It doesn't flatter you, love," he told her and India scoffed. "I know you know. You always have. I started getting suspicious about that Divination class. Then you started spewing out stuff about the Dog Star and I had to see if you really know."

"Did you just pull a hustle on me?" India asked him with an eyebrow raised. "You're a sly dog, Sirius Black."

"So you admit it. You knew?" he asked her and India gave him a blank look.

"There's no point in denying it, is there?" she asked and Sirius narrowed his eyes at her.

"How did you know?"

"I just did, Snuffles." India shrugged.

"Fine. Don't tell me." He huffed and started walking away leaving India staring at him agape.

"Seriously? You're just gonna walk away?" she shouted after him.

"Why bother trying to talk to you? You won't tell me shit anyway," he shouted as he turned around but kept walking back.

India looked around to see if anyone was near and then shut her eyes tightly as she tried to find a weakness in the barrier her mother had put on her powers. When she breached it enough to let a bit more magic pass through, she glared at Sirius and apparated to his side, causing him to screech. "What the fuck just happened?" he asked loudly.

"Look. Just because I don't tell you stuff doesn't mean I don't want to."

"What?" he asked confused.

"I can't be responsible for what comes out of my mouth. Or doesn't in this case," India told him, "If you knew about my family you would freak and run to the hills only to never return and go live with a family of goats."

"You know about my family. Mostly, anyway. They're bad too," he told her and India let out a laugh.

"The difference is, I love my family. Issues and all. But from where I come from our morals are totally fucked—" Sirius frowned "—You and your friends would totally stay away from us if you knew."

"Come on, love, it can't be that bad," he said and India huffed.

"Fine. Do you want a demonstration?" she asked, "What would you say if I told you my Grandfather is the God of the Underworld?"

"That you're mental but if that was true it would be totally wicked." He grinned and India could only shake her head to stop her heart from melting on spot—she hated herself at the moment.

"Right. Look, I really like being your friend and all, so... don't make me tell you. Because then you'll push me away."

"Your family doesn't define you, India," he said and stepped closer to her. India felt another mini heart attack and momentarily closed her eyes. Hope's voice in her head was right. Maybe she did have a crush on the jerk. Seriously?

"Well being fucked in the head does," she said with a scoff, "But the thing is I'm fine. I love me. I like all the shit going through my head. And I'm gorgeous, too. The point is, you wouldn't like it."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"What would you say, if I told you I killed someone?"

"You did?" he asked instead and she rolled her eyes.

"No. I didn't. I'd like to sometimes but then I think about how dull it would be to deal with the aftermath of it..." she muttered and he laughed.

"Maybe you could maim my morals so they match yours."

Sirius grinned down at her just as India let out a laugh. "It doesn't work that way..."

"Just tell me something. How did you apparate inside Hogwarts? I've heard Moony ramble on multiple times about how it's impossible. Besides we haven't even had our classes yet."

India bit her lower lip looking for an answer. "Magic?" she asked unsurely.

"Fine. Don't tell me." He smirked and stepped even closer to her. "Yet."

"Yet? You're assuming I'll tell you?" India asked with an eyebrow raised and he was about to answer when a really obnoxious and loud voice screamed.

"PADFOOT?!" Potter shouted and India rolled her eyes as Sirius groaned. "Hey, India. What are you two doing?" he asked looking between India and Sirius as he and Remus came closer to them. Pettigrew wasn't with them. Huh.

"We're making out in the middle of the hallway, Potter," India said sarcastically and he frowned.

"Really?"

"No, you dumbass." She huffed and Remus snorts.

"What's wrong about us making out, love?" Sirius asked her, and India ignored him as she tried to control her heart attacks.

"I'll see you guys later," she said and started walking away.

See, what she told Sirius was true. She bet if the marauders found out about the mass murderers and psychos in their family they would freak out or die of shock. They're too righteous or some shit.

The war going on was awful. Yes. But because of what it represents. The killing too, India figured. But how could she say the killing was bad here when her parents used to go on killing sprees for fun? Well, unlike Snake Guy, they didn't discriminate. Actually, they usually went for the bad guys. The noseless bastard goes for people who are "less" than him. Like that's something.

India isn't one to shy from joking around about being better than others but she knew she wasn't. Well, most of the time. And she didn't discriminate against others because they weren't Gods or not supernatural.

As she was walking down the corridor later that day she bumped into someone and noticed his raven hair. Huh. He was that guy that insulted her.

"Gods! You're like a pop-up ad from hell," India muttered as she tried to pass by him.

"Watch it mudblood!" the guy snarled and India rolled her eyes.

"Really? This again?"

"You're gonna regret ever talking like that to your superiors," he snarled and India started laughing.

"Mhm. Ok. You do that and I'll just walk up to my common room and—AHHH!"

India screamed as something pierced through her arm, cutting through her skin and making her bleed. Bleed Ichor. Which was not good for her cover. She grabbed her arms quickly before any golden blood slipped through. "Who the fuck did that?" Turning to the side she saw another Pureblood sneering at her.

"That was just a warning. Next time, we'll slit your throat." He sneered. India was almost sure his name was Rosier or something. She glared at him just as Mulciber lifted his wand at her.

"Oh honey, please know your audience before you make death threats."

She scoffed and with the rest of the magic she had been able to reach earlier that day she set their robes on fire causing them to scream and try to distinguish it.

She took that as her cue to leave and started running down the halls.

Once she reached an abandoned one India let herself slide down a wall while clutching her arm trying not to scream in pain as the tears started falling. It hurt like a bitch. And it was still bleeding gold and taking an eternity to heal. Usually, it was pretty fast but it may have been because of the dark magic—India figured that was the only logical explanation.

"India? Godric! What happened?"

India turned to her side and saw James Potter Potter running towards her. Surprisingly he didn't have the others around. He stopped by her side and kneeled beside her, "Are you bleeding gold?"

"No. You're just having a dream," India said between gritted teeth.

"Nice try, Mikaelson. You're bleeding gold. How the fuck does one bleed gold? Better yet, who did that to you?" he asked a lot of questions causing a migraine to start forming in her head.

"Some Slytherins. I set their robes on fire." India shrugged as she was starting to feel better.

The wound was healing now at a normal rate. So it was basically waiting for someone to see her bleed gold and nectar and ambrosia-scented blood.

"Wicked. Now, why are you—Wait! Is it healing?" he asked as he looked at her now nonexistent wound. "What are you?"

"Is there a point in coming up with a story?" India asked rhetorically, "I could just make you forget..." she muttered more to herself than him.

"No! I mean... Don't make me forget, I won't tell. You don't even have to tell me," he said hurriedly and India smiled at him, "Now let's go get you cleaned up." He said as he stood up India rolled her eyes, stood up, and with one thought her clothes were clean and she was the same as ever. "How did you do that? You don't even have a wand!"

"Magic. Ish." She shrugged and then looped her arm through his. "Now let's move on and forget this ever happened."

"What about the Slytherins you set on fire?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Either dead or just crispy."

"That's not what I meant. I mean if you tell me their names I could take a lifetime of points away from them, I'm Head Boy after all. But... Did they see you bleed gold?"

"Nah. Even if they did who would believe two snakes who looked like they just got out of the fireplace?" India asked and he laughed. "Now what were you doing all by your lonesome with no mutt following you around?"

"I was trying to get Evans's attention. I made your brother paint a mural for her on an abandoned corridor somewhere here and was waiting for her when I heard you pass," he told her and India burst into laughter.

"Can I see it?" she asked and he grinned, leading the way.

They stopped in a corridor with a few students laughing at the mural of a stag surrounded by falling lilies. Said stag was winking at bystanders.

"Really?" India asked and James shrugged with a grin. "Can I change it?"

"Sure. Evans would kill me anyway. The mural is charmed so the stag sings a poem if she passes by," he told her and she laughed as she grabbed her fake wand and pointed at the mural.

Then India imagined the stag dancing disco and the lilies transforming into red roses as the Stag began singing ABBA. Then she pictured the letters 'Staging Queen' on the top of the mural and it was done.

"Et voila!" she said with an overdramatic gesture and Potter scowled at her.

"Haha. Very funny. Now make it go away."

"No can do, Staging Queen. Now come on!" she said leading him away, and in the direction of the Great Hall with the Great Food. "I need to eat in order to be able to do the standing and walking and talking and... You get it."

"Fine." He sighed and walked with her. "I don't get how you do it. One second you're crying in the corridor clutching your golden bleeding arm and the next one you're making jokes about Staging Queens."

"Two things. One, I wasn't crying. That was just water oozing out of my eyes that I couldn't control due to the immense pain that is having my arm slashed open.

"Two, I'm not making jokes about Staging Queens. I'm making jokes about you, Potthead," she answered with a grin as they reached the table.

They sat down next to Hope, Silas, Scar, and Jamie and started talking to them. After some while, Lily and Marlene joined them; Marlene was laughing her ass off about the mural in the corridor on the second floor (India's mural) and Lily is shaking her head in amusement.

Anyway. India was in the middle of eating dessert and watching in amusement as James Potter tried to woo his obsession as James (her brother) and Marlene began impersonating Lily and Potter.

"Come oooon Evans. Just one date!" Potter whined. "I'm not even asking you to marry me yet."

"Come ooon, Lily," James said teasingly to Marlene, "Be my bride so we can have little gingers!"

"Piss off you arrogant toe rag," Marlene teased back making Lily red in the face.

Just as Lily was about to start hitting her brother and Marlene the doors to the Great Hall opened and a peal of bark-like laughter was heard.

"OI! STAGING QUEEN!" Sirius laughed at Potter who was sulking, "Why so stag? I mean sad?" he asked and they all laughed as Prongs flipped him off.

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