Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Co. *bangs head on wall twice* So please don't sue me *pleads*. Anywho, this is (or it will be) a very Dark and Angsty fic. There will (eventually) be cutting, depression, murder, etc. Astrix-cussing (all vowels in cuss words are replaced with *) will be present. You have been warned! Nor is it slash. *shudders*. Oh, and before I forget, I NEED A BETA!!!!!

N/N: oh my gosh, I am sooooo sorry! I was looking over the chapter when I saw I said that Wyndi was in her fifth year…..she's supposed to be in sixth!!! Please forgive me for my huge mistake!!! (well, it may not seem huge now….but I really need her to be in sixth year.) I also noticed that I kept switching from first-person present to first-person past. Oi vey, more proof that I need a Beta……any offers???? Please?????

CHAPTER ONE: POWERFULL FOOLS & POTION'S CLASS

I walk elegantly into the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardy, as if I own the place. There's a lot of whispering from the students. At least they're observant enough to realize I'm not a first year. We reach the High Table. Dumbledore looks smilingly down at all the first years, encouraging them. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. All the younger ones are looking scared and nervous. I reveal nothing. Dumbledore looks me straight in the eye. I shudder, its as if he can see straight through me. I don't like that. I sigh inwardly. The old fool. He has so much power, he could be ten times as powerful as Voldemort, and yet he doesn't use it! What is the point in having that power and not using it! I miss my home. I miss my father. I narrow my eyes at the memory. If it weren't for those blasted Aurors! I could be continuing my education, instead of having to wait for these idiotic fools to catch up to me. I'm almost positive that I'm way ahead of everyone. My father was home-teaching me, and he was a genius! I listen half-heartedly as the professor-lady, I don't know her name and quite frankly I don't care either, calls out the first year names. I wait patiently for them to get it over with. Father never let me sleep during the day, he was very thorough during his classes. I'm looking forward to getting daily naps, although I think Father may have trained me too well so I may not be able too. Dumbledore stands to get everyones attention.

"As you all may have noticed, we have a new student who is not a first year." said Dumbledore.

Obviously, and here I was thinking I was starting school early.

"She is entering her sixth year, having been home-taught by her father all the previous years. I hope you all will make her welcome." Dumbledore nodded toward the professor-lady that had been calling out the first year names.

"Syn, Wyndi!" she called out.

'A sixth year? Well, well. How interesting. My, you've certainly had a very thorough education before coming here, haven't you? I think you know more than the Ravenclaw seventh years! Ravenclaw would be good for you, You've most certainly got the brains for it!'

'No, not Ravenclaw. Not Ravenclaw! That would never work out!' I thought. I don't want to be in a house that has knowledge, but rarely uses it!

'Not Ravenclaw, eh? Hmm, yes, now that I look deeper, Ravenclaw would never do. You'd be bored out of your mind! And we wouldn't want to waste your mind now would we? Hmm, let's see, you've got quite a bit of power. Quite a bit of it, indeed. A strong thirst to prove yourself to the world, loads of cunning and ambition. I know just the house for you! You'll do splendidly in SLYTHERIN!'

I take the hat off and go join my table. I bite back from making a sound of disgust. They're all clapping madly like uncivilized pigs. I sit down gracefully next to a blonde boy. He turns to face me and looks me up and down, taking his time. I cooly take two fingers and lift his chin up so he looks me straight in the eye.

"I'm up here." I say. The blonde boy raises an eyebrow.

"I am Draco Malfoy, prefect of Slytherin. Welcome to Hogwarts and the house of Slytherin."

Now its my turn to raise the eyebrow. What brought on this sudden change in tactic?

"Thank you, Draco Malfoy, prefect of Slytherin." I respond.

"Interesting last name, you have." he stated casually. I gave a small smile. I had wondered when this would be brought up.

"Thank you, I happen to like it." I reply. My eyes dare him to contridict me. He sees and takes the dare.

"Might give people the wrong impression, having the last name Syn. Wouldn't want to give people the wrong impression now, would you?"

"What do I care what people's impressions are of me, once they realize I am not one to be messed with." I turn back to my food as a means of dismissal. Out of the corner of my eye I see him narrow his eyes for but a moment. So he wasn't used to being treated like this, eh? This could be interesting.

"I was thinking you might need someone to explain the. . .politics. . .of Hogwarts and Slytherin." he said with a look in his eye that I find difficult to describe. Ahh, here's what I've been wanting to hear.

"Indulge me." I say, sounding slightly amused. But that's just to cover my eagerness. And then the Malfoy boy told me of. . .politics.

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I sigh, grateful to be so close to sleep. Just as I am about to get into my new bed, I hear a voice call me from across the room.

"So you're the new girl?" the voice asks.

No, I'm the old grandfather whose come to live in the sixth year girls' dorm. What kind of idiots am I dealing with!?

"Obviously I'm not the old girl, now am I?" I reply with a scathing tone. I'm tired, I don't feel like playing their childish politics game right now.

"Do you know who I am?" the girl asks, stepping into the light where I can see her. She has a look that says she's the one in charge. Hmph, well that's certainly about to change.

"No, and quite frankly, I don't care either. Leave me be." I say then I turn and pretend to make ready for sleep.

"How dare you speak to me that way Syn!" she whipped out her wand and aimed a curse at me. I dodged it easily. My father spent hours on training me in dueling, this pathetic little witch-girl is nothing compared to what my father could do. I rarely, rarely survived long periods of time dueling with him. I raise my eyebrow.

"Is this how well you can duel, or is sleep just itching to claim you." I said calmly. Forget their silly politics. I'll win them over my way.

"Cmyb drocamv!*" the girl yelled.

(A/N: I, unfortunately, do not have any way to get my hands on a latin book or dictionary. Hence, all of the spells that I have made up are in Al Bhed (those of you who have played Final Fantasy X know what that is). I will do my best to change it to latin, but I somehow doubt that will happen for a while.)

"Pycemecg cdyna*!" I respond almost lazily. The spell has the desired effect. The girls gasp, save one, and turn right around and get into their beds. I levitate the girl I petrified into her bed. I muttered a spell and smiled eloquently to myself. That should teach her. She won't wake up till morning and it will be as if she got no sleep whatsoever. I heard clapping coming from one of the beds next to mine. I walk back to my bed and sit on it, facing the clapper.

"Well done. Pansy is a brat."

"I have discovered as much this night." I reply carefully. I don't know exactly what she may be getting at.

"What spell was that? I've never seen it, nor heard of it before."

"Its called 'Eyes of the Basilisk' I believe. It has the same effect of what happens when you look indirectly at the eyes of a basilisk, and it looks back at you." The girl looks amused and appreciative of the spell at the same time.

"My name is Blaise, Blaise Zabini." she says and holds out her hand.

"Wyndi, Wyndi Syn."

Then I finally get to succumb to sleep.

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"I don't believe this. This is absolutely inane." I say to Blaise as we walk out of our History of Magic class. We had become fairly good, dare I say, friends. That was a foreign word to me, before I came to this so-called school. I only had my father and his friends. Never those of my own.

Blaise yawned.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"THIS! I want to learn something! Not review what I was taught four years ago!" I yell exasperatedly. Blaise gawks at me.

"Three years ago! You learned everything we are being taught this year, four years ago!" I merely nod.

"Father was very thorough," I say in reply, when Blaise continued to stare at me, "what?"

"Let's just get to Potions, Gwynesine. It's your first class with Snape, isn't it?" Blaise says, using my nickname. I smile at its use. One day, people the world over will know that name. I was surprised at how quickly we had become so close, close enough that I told her my nickname, that only Father had used to use frequently.

"Maybe he'll teach me something new, though I highly doubt that is so." I grumble in reply. Blaise opens her mouth to say something but I speak before her.

"Shut up, Blaise. Just shut up."

We reach the Potion's classroom. It wasn't the very first week of school or the first Potions class of the year but Dumbledore had always called me out during the time that should be for my Potions class. He had to keep testing me to see how far my knowledge was because by the second word of every class I began to mutter the entire lesson to myself. McGonagall had gotten so frustrated with me that I ended up having to teach the class that day…by Merlin's Wand I have discovered that I hate teaching. A lot. As I walk in the potions classroom everyone stares at me, silently.

"You're seat is over by Mr. Malfoy, Miss Syn." says the Professor. Well, well. The first professor who didn't say 'missin' instead of 'Miss Syn'. Maybe this one won't be as bad. I glance over at the Gryffindor side of the classroom and frown. Why do they all look absolutely terrified? I look around at the other Slytherins. They look cautious, yet smug. Oh yes, that's right! Professor Snape is our Head of House! He must favour us then. Great, not only will I be bored out of my mind but I won't even have an attempted challenge. Yippee.

"Today I will be attempting to teach you the proper way to brew a Pycemecg Aoac* Potion. This is a highly complex potion and there is very little doubt in my mind that not any one of you will come even remotely close to doing it correctly. After I write the ingredients on the obard, come up and get them and make your attempt at the potion. But please, try your best not to destroy the dungeons." the Potions Master says. The last sentence seemed to be directed at a quaking boy that, if possible, sunk even lower in his chair. And Gryffindors are supposed to be the brave ones! How pathetic!

"So, shall we get our ingredients, then, my dear Lady?" Draco asks mockingly, holding out his arm. I smirk. He has yet to realize just how close that phrase is to the truth.

"But of course, good sir." I reply as I take his arm. As I begin my potion I frown. I don't think I've heard of this potion, but Father couldn't have missed something! That could only mean……by Merlin, I'm actually learning something new! Then, all too soon, it is the end of class and Snape is going around and checking everyone's poition to see how close they've become. I quickly straighten everything up. First impression is important, after all, being a key ingredient to becoming powerful.

"At least we don't have to worry about losing points." Draco murmured in my ear.

"Why?" I ask. Not losing points was all well and good but I still like a challenge.

"Professor Snape always favours us over the other Houses, especially Gryffindor."

"Oh." I say right before Professor Snape walks over towards us. He looks down his long nose over at Draco's potion. Draco did fairly well on his potion, although my father would have said it was pathetic. A lot of the Slytherins seem to listen to him, so I'll give him a little leeway. He'll be glad that he was a…friend??? of mine when I become the Dark Lady.

"Well done, Draco. You the only person whose come even close to getting the potion correct. 10 points to Slytherin." said the Professor. While Draco is looking smug, I see all the Gryffindors look at a bushy, brown-haired girl then glare at the Potions Master. I give a mental shrug. Oh well, not my problem. Ah, he's coming to my potion now. Finally, I can show these ignorant, naïve little fools what it is to brew a proper potion.

"Well, why don't we see how well you've done on your first potion here, Miss Syn." he says, then he looks over my potion. I'm not looking, but I can tell everyone has their eyes on me. Waiting to see how good it is. I make an inward smile. Of course my potion will be perfect. I am to be the Dark Lady, after all.

"50 points to Slytherin…for the only student who has ever made this potion correctly on their first try." he says, giving me a small smile. I keep a regal looking expression on my face as I thank him. Everyone packs up their things and leaves the classroom. Draco and Blaise catch up to me as a walk down the hallway to the dorms.

"That was brilliant! Did you see their faces when he gave 50 points to us? How did you pull that off?" Draco asks me, a new respect in his eyes. About time I saw that respect there, still a little ways to go though.

"She's probably done it before. You have done it before, right?" Blaise asks me.

"No."

"Huh?"

"No. I haven't. I hadn't even heard of that potion till today. It was wonderful."

"You mean to tell me that you've never brewed that potion!" Blaise exclaims. I frown. Didn't I just say that I haven't?

"Were you listening to what I said?"

"Yeah, but - but - "

"But she's gone speechless." Draco puts in, as we reach the wall he says, "Basilisk."

"It can't truly be considered that amazing can it?"

"Yes, it can, Wyndi. Especially if you can get those looks from the Gryffindors."

I regard Draco carefully. He's been all right since I came here. Save that one incident when I first sat down, of course. I make my descision.

"Call me Gwynesine."

N/N:

1.) Cmyb drocamv - Slap thyself

2.) Pycemecg cdyna - Basilisk eyes

3.) Pycemecg Aoac - Basilisk Stare

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