"Slytherins this way,"said the Prefect.They all followed, Historia at the end not wanting the possibly get attacked from behind. Every so often someone would catch a glimpse of her as if expecting something. Every one stopped in front of a painting,"The password is Pureblood."

The Common Room reminded her to much of the Manor making her stomach churn a little.

"The girls rooms are up the stairs on the right, boys same on your left."

As she headed to find herself a room, she was stopped.

"So, your Moon."

She looked to see a boy taller than her,but not by much.With piercing blue eyes, dirty blond hair perfectly put in place and a hand in his robes.

Weapon.On the outside she was calm, but her muscles were tense waiting for an attack.

"Yeah, and who are you?"

"Tch,I'm Theodore Nott."And in a flash he lunged forward blade in hand.He was fast,but she was faster and in a quick push she had disarmed him and was gone in a blur.

"Wha-?"

"How disappointing,"Her voice echoing through the common room.Every Slytherin turned to see her standing on the railing spinning Notts blade in her hand,"I expected a better challenge.Very disappointing."

"How dare you take my blade!!!"

"Well you did attack me with it."

He growled and by the time he appeared behind her, she was gone.

"You think you can fight me,"her voice echoed but she couldn't be found,"and win?Well sorry to break it to you, that won't be easy." In a blur she kicked him from behind sending him over the railing.He hit the ground in a loud thump.Smirking and Historia jumped off landing without a sound.

He had gotten up a trail of blood running down his head mending into his eyebrow.His blue eyes glowed with anger.

"You Moons think your better than the rest of us."

"I never said we were better,"She shrugged,"no one really is."

He aimed to punch her.She blocked it, the punch vibrating through her whole body.

I must admit this kid could be a challenge, She thought and she kneed him in the side sending him flying.As he tried to get up,but Historia pressed her heel into his back to keep him down.

"But if you know who I am. Then you know what I can do,"heel pushed harder bend down so only he can hear,"so think before you attack me Nott. I came here for a challenge.Not child's play."

She backed away, looking at every last Slytherin. Many cowered others sneered. As for Malfoy he looked amused.

She dropped his blade by his head and turned to walk to the rooms.

"Damn half-blood,"Nott said in a strained sneer and she stopped in her tracks,"you dare say that to me."

There was a whip of air as Nott throw his blade at her aiming straight for her head.It was so fast that no one saw her turn the blade stopping centimeters away from her.The blade just floated between her eyes, Historias face blank.No fear.Slowing the blade spun, the point facing Nott.

"I told you to think."Her voice near a hiss.He paled and back away to run,but it was to late.In a burst of magic she shot his blade to him, lodging it in his shoulder pinning him to the wall.He screamed trying to take the blade out,but it only dug deeper.Her foots steps echoed,no one dared to stop her. Historias face showed no emotion,no empathy.But her hazel eyes glowed in anger.Onyx appeared from her robes making her look more sinister.

"I've heard of your family Nott. Brilliant fighters from what I've heard.They hold their Honor in battle,"she leaned in to look into his eyes,"you don't seem to have any.I may be a half-blood, but I know how important it is.If you wish to challenge me, then challenge me when your ready and not half-cocked."Historia yanked the blade out and he fell to the ground with a whimper.

She looked down at him and felt guilty.He whimpered, holding his shoulder as blood seeped through his finger.Kneeing in front of him she removed his hand and robe to bare his wounded shoulder.Is was deeper then she attended it to be.

Pressing her hand on his wound,blood seeping through her own fingers she healed him.She healed him sure,but left a scar so he won't forget what she had told him.He gave a soft gasp as the pain left him and looked at her confused. Historia gave no answer,but banished to blood and left to find a room

She left all the Slytherins looking at her with either fear,anger or respect.