HP North Star's Radiance

HP North Star's Radiance

Author: Creamy Cheese Sauce

Synopsis: Draco x Original Female Lead, Two Slytherins, Growth Stories

Prasris, a witch from a monastery, enters Slytherin. Her extraordinary intelligence allows her to quickly stand out in Slytherin, making her a veritable human scanner.

When Prarese looked at Harry, he was clearly a loveless little boy from a poor, unhappy Muggle family.

When Prarese looked at Hermione, she was clearly a girl from a well-off Muggle family who liked to show off, was outgoing, intelligent, and from a good family.

When Prarese looked at Draco: a little white rooster spoiled by a happy family!

Draco: You're so angry you're like a pufferfish!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Polaris, the North Star

The North Star guided ancient ships at sea, and for thousands of years, lost ships have relied on it to find their way home; it is a steadfast and unwavering guardian.

Lost child, head towards the North Star; it will guide you to the right path.

(If any characters from the original work are out of character, I apologize in advance, but that's due to my limited comprehension and writing skills; I have no ill intentions.)

Warning: 1. The female lead is not the truly cold-blooded, heartless, and immoral Slytherin type; she will exhibit some acts of kindness.

*Only read if you can accept it; don't get angry! Your health is important.

2. The pace is slow; impatient people should definitely not come in.

3. The female lead has had ambiguous relationships with other people. If you can't accept this, please, please don't force yourself!

4. If you can't accept winning the Academy Cup in your third year, please don't force yourself!

5. This is not a wish-fulfillment story! It's ... clean and simple.

6. Reader's Choice: Kher

I'm out of words, so feel free to criticize the rest. This is a completed story and cannot be edited. Don't bother calling me if there are any errors.

Chapter 1 Orphan Praris

"Sir! If you lived on Tulip Street, you would know that Praris is by no means the best choice!"

The woman speaking was dressed in a black and white nun's habit. Her face was gaunt and thin, her eyes were small and inverted triangles, and her lips were thin and tight. When she spoke, the corners of her mouth turned down, and her tone of voice reminded one of a hen in a state of readiness to peck someone at any moment.

"Little Fiona, little Sophia, look! These are hardworking and capable girls from the orphanage. They'll save you a lot of trouble!"

The middle-aged nun pointed to the girls beside her, and the girls, who were adjusting their clothes, immediately puffed out their chests like two proud little hens.

The middle-aged nun's words were utterly blunt, treating the girls like commodities with attributes; those who could work were considered valuable. And the girls seemed proud of their perceived value.

Snape's gaze didn't linger on the two girls for a second as he slowly uttered, "Perhaps I'm here to take my students, not to hire two babysitters."

Upon hearing Snape's words, the nun seemed to be choked by someone from afar, choking for a few seconds. The little hens also deflated, looking at the nun uneasily.

Embarrassed, the nun gathered up her shattered confidence, chased away the two girls, and led the dark-skinned man to the end of the corridor.

Without knocking, the nun simply pushed open the door to the unlocked room.

It was more like a storage room than a room. Wooden shelves lined both sides of the room, piled high with all sorts of boxes, reaching all the way to the ceiling. Mops, brooms, buckets, and jars of various sizes were tucked away in the corners. Surprisingly, despite the abundance of items, everything was neatly organized and not particularly messy.

In the corner of the "storeroom" against the wall was a small wooden bed, where a girl wearing a tattered black dress sat.

She had the common features of convent girls: thin and pale, as if she had never had enough to eat. But unlike Fiona and the others, her eyes held a sharp wariness, like a stray cat on the street.

“Plares! This is Mr. Snape!” the nun said in a high-pitched voice. “He’s here to select students and offer them free education. I hope you know what to say!”

After saying that, the nun nodded to Snape: "You are free to test her as you please, but I still insist on recommending Fiona and the others to you! You know, I would rather give a good girl who deserves it a way out!"

Snape ignored the nun's implied meaning, looked at Praris, and half-closed the door behind his back.

"I imagine you sometimes possess some special abilities?" Snape's face remained impassive. "Like accidentally making something fly?"

Praris glanced upwards, as if deep in thought, before asking, "You mean sandbag tossing? The monastery has that activity in the spring."

Snape snorted, a wand slipped from his sleeve, and pointed at the jar on the shelf. The jar floated steadily up and flew toward Praris.

Praris caught the jar in a flurry—she knew what would happen if she broke it; Sister Mayne would make her experience days without food.

Snape, in the most nonchalant tone, uttered words that were infuriatingly blunt: "If you used your peanut-sized brain, you'd know how clumsy your lies are."

"As you can see, unlike those mediocre and ignorant Muggles, we are wizards with special abilities..."

The man in black—oh, I should call him Professor Snape—described to Praris a wizarding world that uses magic.

It all feels like a dream.

Even after Professor Snape left, Prareas remained in a daze, staring blankly at the letter in his hand.

“I will take you to Diagon Alley in three days to buy your school supplies,” Snape said before leaving.

Discovering new children anytime, anywhere is quite common at Maria's Abbey.

Some people have children they can't afford to raise, while others have children at an inappropriate age. How convenient it is to simply dump the child at a convent or church and get rid of a burden!

Praris was different; she was already five or six years old when she was abandoned at the convent gates, and the convent wouldn't take in a child that old.

Unfortunately, the police couldn't find Praris's parents, so the convent had no choice but to take the child in.

Sister Maine had always disliked Praris, and when Praris came, she insisted, "She will corrupt the children of the Lord!"

Father Dowling thought Sister Maine was worrying unnecessarily, and that Prarese was just a little eccentric.

But Sister Mayne's "prophecy" came true, and strange things began to happen around Praris, such as breaking plates and Fiona falling down for no reason.

What pained Sister Maine even more was that Praris had learned to lie!

“I didn’t throw a plate at Fiona,” Prarese said expressionlessly. “If I wanted to mess with her, I have a thousand ways!”

“Lord! Look at what this child is saying?! You have a thousand more ways to hurt Fiona!” Sister Mayne’s forehead veins throbbed. “Do you mean the plate will fly up by itself and smash into Fiona?”

“I know you don’t believe it, but it’s true.” Prarese couldn’t explain this bizarre phenomenon with his existing knowledge.

“Oh Lord, please forgive me! I failed to teach this girl properly, allowing her to say such things! Everyone! No need to do laundry today, let Praris do the work! I hope you can reflect on your behavior while working and receive the Lord's forgiveness!”

Sister Maine was furious.

Praris refused to accept punishment: "This is not what I did, I did not do anything wrong, so I should not be punished."

"Fine!" Mayne said angrily, "Then you don't need to eat either!"

Circumstances are beyond one's control; Praris cannot prove his innocence, nor can he go without food indefinitely.

Finally, in the cold winter, she washed all the girls' clothes by herself.

The nightmare was far from over. For a long time, strange things kept happening around her, like that plate that suddenly flew up.

It was as if a devil had appeared beside her, like Mephistopheles beside Faust. They had made a bet with God, betting that Praris would succumb to temptation in her predicament.

She was driven from the crowd to a corner, from the girls' room to the storeroom. Just as she had been abandoned by her parents, the people of Maria's Convent were abandoning her.

Praris doesn't need friendly treatment; she can live perfectly well on her own. But she still harbors a deep-seated obsession: she wants to catch the "devil" lurking around her, and she refuses to succumb to it.

If Snape hadn't appeared, she would have gone through the admissions process of a nearby public high school next year. Even without Snape, she had gradually become familiar with and begun to control the power within her body.

Professor Snape's appearance can be described as a beautiful accident. Although she had long planned to leave the convent, this allowed her to achieve her goal sooner—or even a higher goal: to dance with the "devil" within her.

Praris stood up, walked to the shelf, and pulled a book from the basket.

Three days later, Professor Snape arrived as promised and opened the door to a whole new world for Praris.

The Leaky Cauldron, Diagon Alley, owls and wands—all of this was beyond Praris's comprehension. Praris was like a greedy snake, yearning to devour knowledge as vast as an elephant.

"You send mail by snowy owls? Don't you have postmen and mail wagons?" Praris asked.

“It’s an owl, if you think Hogwarts is a residential area that just anyone can walk into,” said Professor Snape.

Clearly, Professor Snape was not a patient teacher and was unwilling to waste any more words.

Praris quickly grasped the wizard's character. He was demanding, strict, short-tempered, and averse to stupidity.

Prarese doesn't think there's anything wrong with it; she's the same way herself.

In fact, she thought both she and Professor Snape were easy to deal with, as long as they behaved well, didn't cause trouble, and didn't ask silly questions repeatedly. Then they would be a library that could provide a wealth of knowledge.

Their final stop was back at the Leaky Cauldron, where Snape arranged for the children without families to stay in guest rooms on the second floor until the start of the school term.

Despite what Professor Snape said, she did not see any other orphans.

Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, is a kind-hearted man who wouldn't call Praris a bastard, an unclean person, or any other offensive term.

He addressed Praris as "Miss Praris!"

What a lovely title! Praris admitted that he didn't dislike it and could even ignore some of Old Tom's nonsense because of it.

“Professor Snape has entrusted you to me. You will be staying in room eleven on the second floor, is that alright? Please let me know if you need anything,” old Tom said with a grin.

Praris glanced around the room. It was simple, but it had all the necessary furniture and looked more like a room than her original "room".

“Of course, thank you,” Praris nodded and thanked him.

After seeing Tom off, Praris sat on the bed in the guest room, scanning the room from the doorway to the window.

She stood up, opened the window, and could see the street scene. People were coming and going in the bustling Diagon Alley, and there were many children her age, but the people around them all looked like relatives.

It seems she's the only orphan among this year's freshmen, which is a good thing, as she won't have to explain her background to others.

Professor Snape gave her a suitcase to pack her things for the start of school. The suitcase contained many books, some laboratory equipment, a magic robe (presumably a school uniform), and a wand (similar to a nicer-looking branch).

As mentioned before, Praris made many efforts to escape the convent, the most important of which was studying. This gave her the knowledge to easily pass the entrance exams for public high school. However, she knew that public high school wouldn't be a good solution either.

Although she began to control her magic, she couldn't acquire much related knowledge from ordinary human society and had to rely entirely on her own research. This made the magic within her like a landmine that could "explode" at any moment.

If this "landmine" "explodes" in middle school, she will immediately lose all her hard work, just like in the Convent of Mary.

Therefore, she never stopped exploring until Snape arrived.

Praris picked up a book called "Standard Spells: Elementary".

Praris thought that Hogwarts would surely give her a special surprise.

Chapter 2 is extremely strange.