Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own the story. JK does.

A/N: Sequel to Two Bloods Bound Together By The Elder

Serpent's War

The goodbyes were brief, which was just the way she liked it. It would have been too overdramatic if her mother had started to cry while her parents saw her onto the train. After all, she was now a fourth-year. There was no need for her mother to sob like a banshee in front of all her new and potential friends. Granted, she was going away to a new school where she would either love it so much that she never would want to come home again or hate it. She hoped for the former rather than the latter with those options.

Nearly five minutes after the train pulled away from Platform 9 ¾, the young girl with honey-colored hair slowly made her way towards where she guessed the Slytherin train car was. Butterflies fluttered around her stomach as she inched closer to them. She had been going over in her head what she would say to her fellow housemates ever since she received her acceptance letter the previous day. She knew exactly which House would be hers. She would be a Slytherin. No other House even appealed to her other than Slytherin. In addition, both her mother and older sister had been in Slytherin, so she knew that's where she would be too.

After opening the final door to her destination, she drew in a deep breath. Walking with her head up high, she entered the Slytherin train car. The dashing robes instantly greeted her. Green and silver were everywhere. Her smile quickly spread across her face like wildfire. She was home.

Wearing plain black robes without her Slytherin badge on it yet, she took a step forward towards an older boy sitting alone in one of the compartments. Her green eyes narrowed on the blond-haired teenager before she opened the door. The young man's grey eyes instantly darted towards her prior to him standing up and glaring at her. Within seconds, he drew his wand and pointed it at her.

"What do you want, First-Year?" the older boy snarled.

"I'll have you know that I am a Fourth-Year, thank you very much," she replied with a smile.

"Like I give a rat's arse," he snarled back. "Get out before I curse you, you filthy—"

"Wrong again. I'm a pureblood, and I'd very much like to see you try," she snottily said.

"Don't you know who you are talking to?"

"Obviously you're a Slytherin, which is the only reason I am still talking to you and you're not lying on the floor unconscious." She noticed an instant change in the boy's posture. His wand lowered slightly as he stared at her in disbelief.

"You honestly don't know who I am?" he asked softly.

"Not a clue," she replied politely. The older boy's posture relaxed further. "Who are you?"

"Name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he replied in a haughty voice before sticking his nose up further in the air. "Perhaps now you know who I am?"

"Sorry. I went to Beauxbatons last year. The name honestly doesn't ring a bell." She nearly laughed when she saw his grey eyes widen. "I take it your family is pretty important then?"

"Important!" the boy squawked. "My father's only—" he replied in his haughty voice.

"Bore," she interrupted before feigning a yawn. She caught his glare instantly. "Well, honestly, do you think I really care who your family is? I was just being polite, Draco." She then sat down across from him. "Anyways, I'm Jezlyn." She watched him slowly sit down again. He had a puzzled look on his face as he stared at her. "Well, obviously I have a last name. I just don't see why I should tell you. We haven't officially hit it off yet." He scoffed loudly before leaning back.

"Why are you sitting here, Jezlyn?"

"Well, since it's my first year at Hogwarts, I am in need of some friends. You looked like you could use one. Am I wrong?"

"I have friends," Draco softly growled as his grey eyes hardened.

"Oh, forgive me, but I don't think imaginary friends count, Draco." When he drew his wand again, Jezlyn immediately sighed. "What's with all this hostility? Is that another thing that runs deep in your family…besides the extreme pretentiousness, I mean?"

"You're a really annoying witch. You know that?"

"Am I? Hmm…sorry, I meant no harm with my words, Draco. However, I was just stating the obvious. I mean, if you did have friends, shouldn't they be here pointing their wands at me too?" Jezlyn watched Draco lower his wand again. "You know, you're very wishy-washy."

"Wishy-washy…? I'll have you know—"

"What? You come from a long line of wishy-washy people?" Jezlyn joked. Draco glared at her in response. "I'm sorry, but you were kind of leading me into it." Before he could respond back to her, the door to the compartment slid open again.

"Draco," a dark-haired girl in Slytherin robes said in a high-pitch from the opened door. "It's time." The older girl's hard-looking eyes then narrowed on Jezlyn before sneering at her. "And who's this, Draco?" she asked with utter disgust in her voice.

"It's no one, Pansy," Draco gruffly responded before he quickly leapt up to his feet. He couldn't stand to be there another second with either of the two young ladies. Without giving a second look to Jezlyn, he briskly walked to the door and brushed past Pansy before disappearing down the corridor of the train car.

"Well, that was interesting," Jezlyn politely spoke before she walked towards the door. However, the older black-haired girl immediately blocked her path. "Excuse me."

"Let's get this straight. Draco's mine," Pansy angrily sneered as she blocked the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see a ring on his finger. It must not be too serious. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would much rather not spend another minute breathing in that toxic smell coming out of your foul mouth." Jezlyn immediately flashed a brilliant smile towards Pansy. However, Pansy remained glued to the floor as she blocked Jezlyn's path. "Ah, yes, well, I guess we can do this. Now, since I am new to this whole thing, is the use of Dark Arts acceptable or not?"

"You only wished you knew it." Pansy immediately whipped out her dark mahogany wand and pointed it towards Jezlyn. "I'm going to teach you not to question Draco's loyalties ever again, you filthy—!"

"Incarcerous," the young girl loudly said as she casted her spell towards the older Slytherin. However, Pansy instantly responded with a nonverbal Protego, which blocked Jezlyn's spell. Narrowing her green eyes, she swung her arm towards Pansy. She caught the older Slytherin girl off-guard. Pansy instantly fell to the floor. "You, know, we should really do this again, Hon. It was fun." Stepping carefully over the older girl, Jezlyn walked out into the corridor and towards the front of the train. She figured getting into one fight was her warning to stay out of the Slytherin compartment. After all, all of them were her potential Housemates. It didn't take her long to find another compartment to sit in.

The minute Jezlyn had opened the door, a blond haired girl with silvery grey eyes glanced towards her. The girl smiled politely at her and waited for Jezlyn to speak. For a split second, she thought about continuing onto the next compartment because the girl's far-off gaze at her unsettled her. However, Jezlyn was a Slytherin. They could speak with Ravenclaws. Aura had told her that.

"I'm sorry, but everywhere else is full. Do you mind?" The young Ravenclaw girl only shook her head and motioned Jezlyn to sit across from her. "I'm Jezlyn. What's your name?"

"Luna Lovegood, but everyone calls me Loony Lovegood."

"Oh, that's awful."

"Not really," Luna replied softly as she pulled out an odd-looking magazine. "There are worst things to be called."

"I suppose, but people should still call you by your rightful name, Luna. It is after all a beautiful name." Jezlyn noticed the soft smile on Luna's face. "You're in Ravenclaw?"

"Yes." Luna then glanced at Jezlyn. "I hope you get into Slytherin, Jezlyn. You would be the nicest one there." She then glanced back at her magazine. The rest of the ride remained positively silent.

***

Drawing in a quick deep breath nearly a half-hour later, Jezlyn calmly walked up the stone steps before walking into the massive castle. Her eyes widened immediately as she glanced around the inside of Hogwarts. It was even more beautiful than her sister had described. However, she quickly ceased her actions. After all, no respectable Slytherin would ever be caught dead glancing around like some idiotic Hufflepuff. Therefore, she continued forward past all of the moronic first years towards the sounds of laughter, which were on the other side of two large wooden doors. Someone cleared his throat loudly behind her, which made Jezlyn whirl around towards the sound.

"I take it that you are the transfer student from Beauxbatons Academy?" a pale wizard with a long hooked nose drawled as he stood next to Jezlyn with his arms crossed. He watched the teenage girl slowly nod. He immediately growled at her non-vocal response. "We at Hogwarts have a certain level of decorum that we expect our students to maintain. That includes you. Perhaps you could join us instead of acting like some asinine Hufflepuff?"

"Oh," Jezlyn shrieked as she noticed the anger in the wizard's face. "I'm so sorry." She then quickly fell back into line with all of the first-years. She noticed his dark eyes not move from hers or his face relax, though. He still looked as grumpy as when she first seen him. However, she was beginning to realize that he always looked like that.

"Shut up, you idiot girl," the pale wizard snarled impatiently. His dark eyes then darted around to look at the cowering first-years. He immediately clenched his hand into a fist and drew in a calming breath. He could do this. He just needed to calm down.

"You know, you really shouldn't work yourself up into that bad of a state. It's not healthy for you," Jezlyn said with a smile. She caught his fierce glare directed at her instantly.

"Continue this utter frivolity, and you will find yourself back at your pathetic school in an instant. Is that understood?" the pale wizard said in a deathly quiet voice.

"Well, I'd like to see you try. Headmaster Dumbledore personally invited me here." Jezlyn watched the wizard's eyes narrow on her.

"Do not test me, little girl. You will lose."

"Who's testing you?" Jezlyn replied innocently. "Because I hope it isn't me."

Before the pale wizard could spew out a particularly harsh comment, the doors behind him opened. A tall, black-haired elderly witch wearing black robes and a large pointed hat stood in the doorway with a fierce look in her green eyes. Her hands promptly went to her hips.

"What is the meaning of this, Severus? I asked you to bring the first-years in ten minutes ago. Is there some sort of a problem?" the elderly stern witch asked before she glanced at the first-years. Her green eyes instantly darted towards the pale wizard when she caught the frightened looks on the children's faces. "I knew it! I knew asking you to greet the first-years was a bad idea." She then wagged her finger at him. "But no, Albus just had to have his way. Well, hmph, that is the last time he gets his way on matters of this school. Never before in all my years…" She quickly whirled around before walking back into the doors. She stopped a few seconds later and turned back around. "Well, come on all. Don't just stand there." She then walked into the massive room.

"This entire thing is your fault," Jezlyn muttered. A hand immediately latched onto her wrist.

"I am a Hogwarts professor. Perhaps at your last school you were allowed to address your teachers as such, but I assure you that—"

"Let go!" Jezlyn then yanked her arm free. "Merlin, you just wait until my sister finds out about this. Oh, then you're going to get it." She heard soft mocking laughter next to her.

"If you believe that your asinine attempts to threaten me will work, then I see that your house will be losing numerous points this year. Perhaps you will think more carefully on how you address me the next time we unfortunately meet." The pale wizard then sneered at Jezlyn. "I will be paying close attention as to what house you are sorted into so that your housemates know that you are the reason they are negative at the start of the term." He then whirled around, which made his long black robes billow, before he briskly walked towards the staff table.

"When I call your name, sit in the stool and I will place the Sorting Hat on your head," the stern elderly witch stated as she held a long piece of parchment in her hands. She then loudly said a name.

However, Jezlyn wasn't paying attention to the elderly witch anymore. Instead, her attention focused primarily on the empty chair at the staff table. Her older sister wasn't there. She felt her heart plummet. She had been dreaming of her sister being at her sorting for years, and now when it was happening Aurora wasn't there.

"Jezlyn Sinistra," the stern witch loudly announced.

Jezlyn slowly walked towards the chair. She felt the pale grumpy wizard's dark eyes staring at her with an indescribable look, but she didn't care at that point. Gently, the elderly witch placed the ratty-looking Sorting Hat on top of Jezlyn's head. Almost at once, she felt the thing move.

"Ah…another Sinistra," the ragged hat coolly said. "Eager to prove herself too, difficult, difficult. Where shall I put you?"

"Oh, come on. It's not that difficult, you bloody hat!" Jezlyn growled under her breath.

"You wish for Slytherin? Sadly, you have not the heart for it."

"Keep testing me, and I'll show you a heart, you stupid hat."

"Temper, temper," the Sorting Hat mocked. "Hmm…I see I have no choice, SLYTHERIN!" "About damn time," Jezlyn grumbled before she walked towards the Slytherin table. She immediately flashed a smile towards Draco, who had been watching her. However, she noticed the girl from the train instantly glare at her while the girl slowly pulled her wand out. "Two can play that game, little girl," Jezlyn whispered as she discreetly drew her own wand.

"Impedimenta," Pansy shrieked as she leapt up. The spell grazed Jezlyn's right cheek.

"Petrificus Totalus," Jezlyn calmly casted back. However, her spell missed its mark.

"Ha, you missed…" Pansy sneered with a horrific smile.

"No I didn't. Expelliarmus," Jezlyn replied. The red jet of light shot out of her wand and slammed against Pansy who instantly flew back against the wall. "Anyone else want to hex me while we're at it?" Nobody moved from the Slytherin table, though. Instead, they all stared wide-eyed at her.

"Follow me, Ms. Sinistra," a silky familiar voice said behind Jezlyn. "That was not a request."

"Great. It's my first day, and I'm already stuck in detention. That was so not my fault!" Jezlyn yelled towards the pale wizard as she followed him. "You had to have seen that girl draw her wand first! I doubt you're as blind as you are deaf." She instantly caught his hand clenching tightly, which made her feel a bit uneasy. "Um…where are we going exactly?" However, the pale wizard only grabbed her roughly by the upper arm and yanked her up the moving staircases. About ten minutes later, they walked up a very narrow black cast-iron staircase. At the top of the stairs, he pushed her forward.

"Severus, what are you doing here?" Jezlyn instantly stopped fighting the minute she heard the soft voice. She went limp in two second flat. It couldn't be.

"Aura…?" The sounds of glass shattering echoed throughout the Astronomy Tower.

A/N: Well, what did you think?