The Moonlight Dance

 Act 2: Egomaniac


Three boys looked to Remus then to Malluvent. What was a stranger doing by sitting in their compartment? “Uh, Moony? Who’s this?” The boy with the messy jet black hair and donned with glasses asked Remus uncertainly.

A boy with a different shade of black stepped up as well and asked, “And what is she doing in our Compartment?” He crossed his arms and looked at Malluvent with a glint in his eyes that she couldn’t really understand.

“I’m sorry, your compartment? I didn’t know there was a hierarchy system here; I am also quite sure that your name wasn’t written,” Malluvent replied angrily, venom dripping from every word she uttered, as she stood up in defense against the accusation.

“Ooh, feisty. I like that.” The boy said and walked up to Malluvent, and with a flourish he made a graceful bow, “I am Sirius Black, my lady, and what is your name?”

“I am…uninterested.” Malluvent replied rudely and glared at this foolish excuse for a boy. She could hardly believe that he was friends with Remus. The boy with glasses choked back a laugh.

“Ooh!! Padfoot got rejected,” the boy called out.

“Shut up Prongs. It’s not like Evans doesn’t reject you.” said a humiliated Sirius Black. Remus coughed which drew Malluvent’s gaze towards him.

“Malluvent, these are my best mates. James Potter, Sirius Black, and my friend Peter Pettigrew,” Remus confessed, almost ashamed for Sirius’ and James’ straightforward behavior.

“Nice to meet you all, I’m Malluvent Starr. I’m new to Hogwarts.” Malluvent stated politely as she gave the three boys a slight, yet detached, smile. She figured she should be polite to Remus Lupin’s best mate. The short fat boy with blonde hair, which Malluvent guessed was Peter Pettigrew, stared up at her in awe.

Malluvent stared down at him uncertainly. “Uh…it’s not polite to stare Mr. Pettigrew,” Malluvent inclined stiffly. Peter looked down, his face turning a red as bright as the train’s engine. 

“All aboard the Hogwarts Express! Prepare for Departure!” The conductor’s loud voice announced to the passengers heading to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

For some it was their first trip, and for others their last. Malluvent’s face glowed with anticipation as the Express’ whistled and the engines burst into life. The wheels began turning and Malluvent could feel the train rattle to life.

Remus admired Malluvent’s joy. Her gleefulness seemed to have belonged to a child rather than a teenage girl. He was jealous of her plain innocence, as if being cursed did not matter until it took full power.

“This is so amazing!” Malluvent cried out gleefully as she looked out the window. No longer were they on platform nine and three quarters but were now rushing past trees and villages and towns and houses. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Look at you. A grown girl acting like a child, you act like you’ve never been on a train before.” Sirius stated sarcastically. Malluvent threw him a venomous glare.

“I’ve been on trains, just not magical ones.” Malluvent replied coldly to Sirius’ statement. Malluvent turned her head and decided to ignore Sirius’ for the rest of the train ride.


It was dark, very dark. She couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t move, but she could still feel. She could feel pain erupting from her right arm. Searing pain, that made her breathing ragged.

 "Calm down sweetheart; they’re trying to take off the curse. Stop struggling, please.” A woman’s voice sobbed, as it placed a shaking hand upon her leg. She hissed at the woman and the woman drew back so quickly, that she almost fell over.

A sweet old voice had woken Malluvent Starr up. “Anything off the trolley dears?” The sweet voice asked kindly. Malluvent opened her eyes slowly and she saw a sweet, plump, old lady standing there, smiling sweetly at her.

“Tro-lley?” Malluvent asked, sleep quite obvious in her voice.

“Yes, there’s a sweet old lady that goes through the train and sells food on the way to Hogwarts,” Remus explained to Malluvent. Malluvent smiled at Remus as she nodded in understanding.

“Well I could’ve told you that,” Sirius added confidently.

“Well it’s too bad I didn’t ask you, did I?” Malluvent replied coldly. Sirius scowled at her and she scowled back.

There was something about Sirius that Malluvent didn’t like. Perhaps it was his gigantic ego that seemed to seep through, or his big-head, or the amusement he found at the girls who throw themselves at his feet—she saw all of these in his eyes and she hated him for it.

Yes, Malluvent’s understanding of Sirius Black became that he was an egomaniac, with a startlingly gigantic amount of pride.


Malluvent took a step  back as Remus, James, Peter, and Sirius headed towards a carriage painted a bright blue. Her hands trembled and sweat as she stared at the skeletal creatures harnessed to the carriages. When Remus had realized Malluvent was not following he strolled over to her and grabbed her hand.

“Do you see them?” He whispered in her ear. Malluvent nodded, her eyes showing fright. “They’re called Thestrals, and you only see them….when you’ve witnessed death.”

 Malluvent nodded her head. “I…I saw…m-my b-best friend-die.” she stuttered and looked at Remus who nodded. He gently led her towards the carriage containing the other three boys and helped her up.

“It’s okay. They won’t hurt you.” Remus said and closed the door behind him and the carriage began to move towards the castle that was Hogwarts.


Malluvent was standing in line with the first years. Remus and the others had left her with a sour-faced woman whose name, she was told, was Professor McGonagall and Malluvent felt like a fish out of water when McGonagall left and the first years stared up at her tall and slender structure timidly, and so she was more than glad when McGonagall finally came back and announced that they could go in to the Grand Hall to be sorted.

 Malluvent held her chin up high as the students that were already in the Grand Hall whispered about the strange girl with the first years. After the Sorting Hat had sung its usual welcome song, McGonagall unrolled her roll of parchment and called out, “Malluvent Starr”. Malluvent gulped and stepped up to the Sorting Stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and her eyes widened as she heard it speak to her, in a whisper. “Ah, I see great intelligence within you. Perhaps Ravenclaw? Ah, cunning, eh? Slytherine, maybe? Or maybe even Hufflepuff. Or Gryffindor? You’re just a swirling cauldron of personality aren’t you? But, you will be in…”


A/N: So yeah…Chapter 2…lols, been 2 years now huh? LMAO.  Find out which house Malluvent will end up with in the next chapter of The Moonlight Dance. Did the hat choose Slytherine, maybe Ravencalw? Or Gryffindor, maybe even Hufflepuff? Find out next time! I'm so sorry T^T Please don't hurt me! I tried updating really I did!