I decided make some changes when I realized the Grangers were at Diagon Alley in CoS, as such you'll have to read and find out how I changed things. I also borrowed some stuff from chapter 4 of CoS so meh.
Chapter 4: Diagon Alley
Lillith enjoyed time at the Burrow with the Weasleys, despite the odd noises such as the ghoul in the attic that howled and dropped pipes whenever he felt things were getting too quiet, or small explosions from Fred and George's bedroom that were considered perfectly normal. Ron avoided Lillith and Sillria due to his fear of spiders. Lillith sat with Ginny at the table and answered questions about Menzoberranzan.
The Weasleys were shocked at the harsh tests that were needed to be passed to become a cleric of Lloth. Lillith was very closed-mouthed about laws in Menzoberranzan, considering the Drow were normally considered evil.
"Letters from school," said Mr. Weasley, passing Lillith and Ginny envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. "You two've got them, too," he added as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pajamas.
For a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters. Lillith's told her to catch the Hogwarts Express from King's Cross station on September first. There was also a list of the books she'd need for the coming year
Dear Ms. Valsharess,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment that has not been waived for you by the headmaster.
A second piece of parchment outlined the first year requirements.
FIRST-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope set
1 brass scales.
"Ai ya, folkhel dyunhk nindol voiry ichl mzilt," Lillith groaned.
"What?" Ginny asked.
"Sorry, I said somebody likes these books too much in my normal language."
"Very true," Sillria said, hanging out on Ginny's shoulder, if just to bother her brother. Ginny snickered at Lillith's answer as the Drow reclaimed her familiar.
Lillith watched the family, and she noticed Percy, one of the elder Weasleys who was quite anti-social, an introvert pretty much, leaving the room. She had only seen Percy at meal times.
"Wish I knew what he was up to," said Fred, one of Ginny's older brothers. Fred and George were twins. Fred was frowning as he thought. "He's not himself. His exam results came the day before you did; twelve O.W.L.s and he hardly gloated at all."
Lillith looked mildly confused at Fred's explanations.
"Ordinary Wizarding Levels," George explained, seeing Lillith's puzzled look. "Bill got twelve, too. If we're not careful, we'll have another Head Boy in the family. I don't think I could stand the shame." Lillith had found out that Bill worked for the wizard bank Gringotts, and he was in Egypt and the eldest sibling. "Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year," said George after a while. "Five sets of Lockhart books! And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything…"
"Well I can at least help with that, as a birthday and thanks present for taking me in and helping me," Lillith said, smiling at her friend Ginny. "Sadly, most places back home would not be so kind, and I do not want a poisoned knife in my back. Parts of my city are dangerous." Those who heard her grimaced at the thought.
Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats, or cloak, in Lillith's case, and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.
"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today… Ah well, guests first! After you, Lillith dear!" And she offered her the flowerpot.
"Umm, what exactly am I supposed to do with this?"
"She'll be all right, Mum," said Fred. "Here, watch us first." He took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames.
With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and vanished.
"You must speak clearly, dear," Mrs. Weasley told Lillith as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. "And be sure to get out at the right grate…"
"Okayy…" Lillith said, confused.
"Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly —"
"She'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss," said Mr. Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder too.
"Well… all right… you go after Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going."
"And keep your elbows tucked in," Ron advised.
"And your eyes shut," said Mrs. Weasley. "The soot —"
"Don't fidget," said Ron. "Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace —"
"But don't panic and get out too early; wait until you see Fred and George." Keeping everything in mind, Lillith rolled her eyes and took a pinch of Floo powder. She then walked to the edge of the fire. She scattered the powder into the flames and stepped forward; she opened her mouth and ended up swallowing plenty of hot ash.
"Diagon Alley," Lillith coughed.
It felt as though she was being sucked down a giant drain. She seemed to be spinning very fast — the roaring in her ears was deafening. The Drow cringed at the loud noises and wished it would stop soon, if only to spare her poor ears. The Drow toppled out of a grate and groaned as she ended up crashing on top of Ginny, who screamed in shock.
"USSTAN TLUN ALUIN ULU ELGG L'MAL'AI VEL'USS DOERRUS PHOR XUIL NINDOL VITH'EZ KI'ERIL KLEZ!"(1) Lillith shrieked in annoyance. "Sorry, Ginny, I hate that damned thing. By Lloth's fangs, that was painful," Lillith swore and rubbed at her ringing ears as she helped her friend off the ground and they walked outside the place Lillith arrived at.
"Oh, Lillith, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, thank you; I can take care of myself." Lillith hissed as it was a bright day, and she pulled her hood up over her eyes.
Mr, Weasley caught the sight of Hermione's parents, who were standing nervously at the counter that ran all along the great marble hall, waiting for Hermione to introduce them. Hermione's father gasped as he saw Lillith with her hood down, the symbol of Lloth evident on her breastplate.
"Are you a cleric of her?" he asked nervously, Mr. Granger had been a fantasy buff in his life and knew all about Lloth's clerics and their powers.
"Yes, fully accredited cleric of the 20th circle, with all the powers and will expected of one of my station," Lillith said smirking, her white teeth evident against her dark skin. Mr. Granger smiled weakly before excusing himself to introduce himself to the Weasleys.
Lillith walked off with Ginny and Mrs. Weasley to get school supplies. After collecting Ginny's uniform and school supplies aside from books, also gathering what she herself required, Lillith took Ginny to get a wand as a birthday present; it was Maple 9 3/4 inches.
Lillith's turn came up, and she went forwards and tried about twenty wands before Ollivander grunted in thought. "Let me try something I have acquired recently; the seller claimed it was from a land called the Underdark. It is made out of a material called adamantine, with the core of black widow silk and venom. It is 10 and 1/2 inches," Ollivander said as Lillith took the wand and waved it. Black and red sparks shot from it.
"As always, the wand chooses the wizard, or witch, in this case." Lillith paid 14 gold coins for both her and Ginny's wands then set off for the bookstore.
They were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. The rest of the group joined them outside the store. As they approached it, they saw, to their surprise, a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:
Will be signing copies of his autobiography
Today 12:30P. 4:30P.M.
"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!" Lillith rolled her eyes at Hermione under her hood.
The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. A harassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies… Don't push, there… mind the books, now…" Lillith sneered under her hood; this was beyond ridiculous. Grown women probably with significant others drooling over a man, and he wasn't even that attractive.
"Ron!" said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."
"Well, well, well — Arthur Weasley."
It was a blond man, he had an almost eerie look to Lillith. The man had a sneer on He stood with his hand on his son's shoulder, sneering in just the same way.
"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Lucius. "All those raids… I hope they're paying you overtime?"
He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.
"Obviously not," Lucius said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"
Mr. Weasley flushed darker than either Ron or Ginny.
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.
"Clearly," said Lucius, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep, Weasley… and I thought your family could sink no lower."
There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Lucius, knocking him backward into a bookshelf.
"Enough of this; you are grown men bickering in such a way – disgraceful," Lillith sneered as she flicked her wrist, separating both men. Lillith was tall, about 5'10 currently, thanks to her Cilarista. "And do not insult my friends either." Lillith's hand crackled with divine energy. Malfoy the elder eyed her curiously before turning to Ginny, and he thrust her transfiguration text at her, his eyes glittering with malice.
"Here, girl — take your book — it's the best your father can give you —" He beckoned to his son, and they swept from the shop.
"Asshole," Sillria sneered as she crawled up Lillith's shoulder. "Come on let's go." They hurried up the street, the Grangers shaking with fright and Mrs. Weasley beside herself with fury.
"A fine example to set for your children… brawling in public… what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought."
"He was pleased," said Fred. "Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report — said it was all good publicity." Lillith shook her head while grumbling about peacock wannabes; she said she would teleport back to the Burrow. Lillith hated the Floo with an unholy passion. Still, Lillith was glad she landed with a family like the Weasleys; they were honorable and kind. Lillith was not your typical Drow as she had honor and would protect them as best she could.
A/N: Well 4's done, enjoy all.
1) Drowish: I am going to destroy the idiot who came up with this fucking useless thing.