Missing Link: Let the fun begin
by Lindseys Angel
OK, I know I havent updated in AGES but I have been a bit busy studying for tests and I've been sick. Stupid bugs that are going around. Plus I have other stories that I am working on.

Heres part of the chapter, and I'll be adding to it as I go along, so keep checking it every few days for an update!

Hope you enjoy it




They began work immediately. Some 2 hours later the rest of the gang walked in.
Cordelia frowned. “What are you doing?” she asked suspiciously, noticing all the books, papers and notebooks and loose sheets lying around the hotel lobby.
Angel told them all to sit down and he proceeded to tell them of their plan.
“Bloody Hell mate! Thas bloody brilliant. And I don’t think you were the one to come up with it? Now were you.”
“Course it wasn’t him! It was Lindsey.” Elle piqued up from her spot on the floor, surrounded by mountains of tomes.
“Lawyer-boy?” Xander asked, his tone a couple of octaves higher. “You have got to be kidding me!”
“Nup. He’s a genius. See, my plan was to barge in there, sword out and start lopping off heads as I go until I find Gavin, then knock him unconscious and torture him mercilessly for several unbelievably long days, maybe even weeks, or months if I’d a mind to.



More soon!




Founders 4 Merlin’s blood, Princesses, Love and Unity


“And further more, we have a new student transferring to Hogwarts. She has not yet attended any magic school, but we believe she will do fine in the 4th year classes. Now, are there any questions?” Albus Dumbledore said, his voice echoing in the magnificent, and tightly packed, Great Hall.
It was October 19th, and that day, every student’s parents, or guardians, had come to Hogwarts to discuss their child’s, or children’s, work for the year. These would be continuing through out the year.
Hermione Granger raised her hand. “Yes Miss Granger?”
”I have a few questions sir.” She said.
“Very well, I thought you might.”
“Firstly, where is she from? And how old is she?”
“She is 15. That is why we placed her in the 4th year classes. As for where she’s from. Her father was English and her mother Irish I do believe. Both went to this very school. There entire family has I believe. They were among the few purebloods left, and had no history or tolerance with the dark arts…”
“What were their names?” Hermione cut in.
Most purebloods were well known and inter-related, so it was plausible that this girl, who ever she was, was related to her friend Ronald Weasley. As per usual, Dumbledore knew what she was thinking.
“She is not related to Mr. Weasley. Some where along the line, many, many, many generations ago, she is related to the Malfoy’s, but that was a very long time ago. And to answer your first question Miss Granger, she was born, and grew up, in Australia.”
This brought mutters through out the hall. Didn’t they have their own magic schools in Australia? And if not, why doesn’t she just go to America instead?
Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall opened, and in walked a girl. Her blue eyes that held traces of silver sparkles, flitted back and forth around the hall nervously. She didn’t smile. Her jade green top, which seemed black until the light caught it in the right spot, was soaking, as were her black jeans and heeled sandals. Her hair was hidden under a long black scarf, so it was impossible to determine her hair color. Dumbledore smiled and beckoned her forewords.
“Welcome to Hogwarts Miss O’Conner.” He said as he cast a drying spell on her and her clothes.
She didn’t say a word, only nodded her head a little in acknowledgement.
“Before you sit, we will have you sorted into your correct house.” Professor McGonagall said, carrying over the old sorting hat and a stool. “Please sit Miss O’Conner.”
“Amelia.” The girl said her voice barely above a whisper.
McGonagall frowned. “Excuse me?”
“My name is Amelia-James O’Conner. Not Miss O’Conner. I prefer not to be called by my last name.” she said quietly.
McGonagall looked miffed, but didn’t argue. Amelia at on the stool and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. In a surprising turn, the hat spoke both aloud, and in Amelia’s head, but not all was spoken aloud.
“# Ahh. Miss O’Conner. Well, your full name is quite a mouthful! No wonder you only go by Amelia-James O’Conner. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Yes, your mother and fathers families were all in Griffindor. Well, almost all. Hmm. Well, you’re not a Ravenclaw. Oh you’re smart enough, but you’re a bit too smart. Hmm. Hufflepuff? Well you are loyal, hmm, but there’s something wrong about that pairing. Griffindor or Slytherin. Where to put you? You have more bravery and courage than all Griffindor’s combined, even Harry Potter.#”
“Who? The other person who survived Avada Kedavra?”
When Amelia said this, the entire hall went silent. No-one said a word, until the hat spoke.
“# You too! Well, bravery and courage are very strong in you. Yes, Griffindor would be the perfect house for you.#”
“So why aren’t you putting her in it!?” Snape snapped.
The hat frowned(Yes. It frowns!)
#Nosy little man isn’t he?#
~I wouldn’t know. He doesn’t talk very much.~
#Hmm. I suppose. Now, I’m not putting you in Griffindor because those aren’t your strongest traits, or strengths. You are far more sly and cunning than you are brave and courageous. Besides, to put you in Griffindor would be pointless. You can do far more good in another house. A word of advice. 2+1=3, not 4. When 3 are 4 once more, and the 4 are within the walls, you will know every secret that Hogwarts has. Secrets that were born, and died, with the founders 4.#
~What does that mean?~
“#Slytherin!#”
“Wait! What did you mean?” Amelia said as the hat was plucked off her head.
She felt the scarf hiding her hair get pulled off somehow. She was willing to bet it had been the hat.
There was a gasp as her hair tumbled down her back. It was just as blond as the Malfoy’s. But there were jet black and vibrant hot pink streaks running through the waist length hair. Amelia blushed and snatched the scarf up off the ground, and wrapped it around her neck instead.
“Now, if you will please sit beside your guardian…”
“Uncle.” Amelia cut in.
Dumbledore smiled. “Yes, beside your Uncle, we can get this meal underway.”
She nodded and walked towards the tables on the left hand side of the hall (her left, when looking at the entry to the hall). Everyone was silent until she sat in the empty seat beside none other than Severus Snape.
The second she sat down, the room started buzzing with talk about how Amelia-James O’Conner, and how Professor Snape was her Uncle.
The occupants of the table she sat at however, were obviously shocked into silence. But only for a minute or two.
Unsurprisingly, it was Lucius Malfoy who broke the silence.
“I didn’t know Eliza had married a Draconis.” He said rather pleasantly.
Snape sneered. “Neither did I at first. They eloped. Then divorced 3 months later.”
“What did she see in him?” Amelia asked quietly.
He frowned. “I wouldn’t know. I only ever met the man once.”
“Yeah? That’s still one time too many then. Guy’s a right bastard. Try’s to con you out of any and everything. Even his own family.” Amelia said, her voice becoming a bit louder and stronger with each word she spoke.
Snape blinked in surprise, and then frowned again. “I thought your parents taught you ‘proper’ manners.” He said sternly.
Amelia just shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say? I don’t think they stuck. Or even took to begin with. Besides, when was the last time you ever saw, or mum ever told you, I acted like a ‘proper little lady?’ Cos not even I can remember. ‘Sides, Mum called him worse things to his face. And in public too.”
Snape frowned. “Well I expect you to behave your self, and act properly.” He said firmly.
During this conversation Dinner had appeared on the table. There was beef, lamb and pork. Potatoes, vegetables and so much more, but Amelia just grabbed a green apple from the bowl in the middle of the table.
She turned to Severus and watched as he filled his plate, slowly eating her apple. Snape turned to her and frowned. “You need more than that.”
Amelia shook her head and swallowed her mouthful. “Not hungry. And why do I have to act properly? I doubt you ever did at my age.”
“Actually, I did. And what do you mean you aren’t hungry?”
Amelia ignored that last part and dropped her apple core onto her plate. “So, are you going to introduce me? Or are you going to forget your manners?” she smirked, mimicking Snapes smirk to a tee.
The blonde lady across from them chuckled. Snape glowered at her.
“Oh come on Severus, she does have a point. Now drop the tough-guy act, we’re all Slytherin’s here.”
Snape sighed. “Very well. The boy on your right is Blaise Zabini. Those are his parents Livia and Braydon.”
“Hi. Nice to meet you.” Amelia said politely, causing Snape to frown.
“I thought you didn’t have proper manners?”
”I don’t. But I never said I have NO manners, or that I wasn’t polite.”
Snape shook his head and continued. “That’s Vincent Crabbe and his parents Vanessa and Jacobus. Beside them are Narcissa Malfoy, then her son Draco, and her husband Lucius.”
Amelia frowned. “So, I was sorta named after them?”
“What do you mean?” Lucius asked, thoroughly intrigued by this girls question.
“My full name, which I despise because it is so long, is Amelia-James Lucius Draco Hecate Jessamin O’Conner.”
Lucius looked puzzled. “Why on earth did your parents name you that?”
“Amelia for reasons unknown to me. James, after my father. Lucius, I’m not sure, I think mom said he was a good friend. Draco, the Latinate for dragon, is for the temper I inherited from both parents. Hecate is a very powerful goddess of wandless magic. And Jessamin was Merlin’s first child. Plus I think Mom wanted something fancy to end it all off with.” Amelia said.
Lucius pondered this for a moment. “Your mother didn’t happen to go by Ari at school did she?”
Amelia blinked in surprise. “Yeah. How do you know that?”
“Same year. And many of the same classes. Despite being a Gryffindor, she was a very good friend. Before I continue any further, this is Jeremy Goyle, his wife Emelda and son Gregory. And beside them is Sophia Parkinson, her daughter Pansy and husband Mervin.”
“Hi.” They all said.
“So you’ve never been to school before?” Blaise asked her before she could ask Lucius Malfoy to continue what he had been saying.
“Actually I did. Non-Magic schools. Kinda glad I don’t have to go any more. Was kinda flunking a subject or two.” She grinned sheepishly.
Snape frowned. “But here you won’t will you.”
“Course not! It was only Human Bio. And Japanese.” She added.
“Human Bio?” Pansy asked.



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