Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, muttering Ron beside him, Hermione listening to Minerva Mcgonnagal's words attentively. Ron loathed watching the sorting, peticularly because he was starving and looking at his glazed plate. Harry stared at the staff table, which always seemed to have a new teacher about. This year, a women sat next to Severus Snape, she had flowing blonde hair and pale blue eyes, she wore a silverish-grey robe, a small pure black owl perched on her shoulder. Harry wondered since Snape fancied the job so much, he would threaten a meer women. As the last student was sorted, Ron clutched his goblet and fork and began to eat savagedly, to Hermione's remorse.
After a night of celebration and new welcomes, and when the stairs finally decided they would transport the trio to the right place, Harry sat in bed. A crumpled scroll of parchment wrinkled in his clutch. "Sirius...." he murmered. He longed so, to see his godfather. But since people thought of him as a rutheful killer, he wasn't aloud to go near Hogwarts, or anywhere for that matter. Harry sighed, he didn't want to be depressed so early in the year. Besides, he would have broom practice in a matter of hours.
"Alright, class." Madame Hooch exclaimed, she glanced around as she talked. "You know the drill."
"Up!" Harry spoke to his broom, it whent to his hand loyally. The others had a little trouble with it, especially Neville Longbottom.
They mounted their brooms, and practice began. Hermione lingered on the side, Ron in the middle, Harry was high up, Draco behind him. Harry dodged Draco's threats, then Draco dived to the ground and picked up a stone, Harry hit it with his broom then sped up in front of the class. Harry was told to have natural brooming skills, which was strange since he was forced to be raised with a repulsive family of muggles.
At dinner Hermione brought a rather large pile of books. Ron watched the owls lingering about the ceiling, thinking he would be embarrassed to see his little owl "Pig" who was cute to all the girls to Ron's loathing. Harry got a letter, thinking it was from Sirius he hid it in a pocket, and he would glance at anyone coming near him to his insecurities.
Harry unravled the letter, skimmed it quickly then wrote:
Dear Sirius,
The year has been good so far. Theres a new teacher, her name is Alexia Swenteers (Author's note: I'm not good at making names.) She is very nice, like Mr. Lupin was. I also miss him. I wish to see you. But I know you cannot. Where exactly are you now? Maybe I can visit you in the summer, when I stay over at the Weasleys, and I can sneak away. Hermione and Ron could cover me. Anyway, write back soon.
Truly Yours,
Harry.
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So, what do you think? Any ways you might think Sirius could visit Harry? I need a way to go the way I want with the story. You'll see, Ms. S has a reason in the story, hehe.
After a night of celebration and new welcomes, and when the stairs finally decided they would transport the trio to the right place, Harry sat in bed. A crumpled scroll of parchment wrinkled in his clutch. "Sirius...." he murmered. He longed so, to see his godfather. But since people thought of him as a rutheful killer, he wasn't aloud to go near Hogwarts, or anywhere for that matter. Harry sighed, he didn't want to be depressed so early in the year. Besides, he would have broom practice in a matter of hours.
"Alright, class." Madame Hooch exclaimed, she glanced around as she talked. "You know the drill."
"Up!" Harry spoke to his broom, it whent to his hand loyally. The others had a little trouble with it, especially Neville Longbottom.
They mounted their brooms, and practice began. Hermione lingered on the side, Ron in the middle, Harry was high up, Draco behind him. Harry dodged Draco's threats, then Draco dived to the ground and picked up a stone, Harry hit it with his broom then sped up in front of the class. Harry was told to have natural brooming skills, which was strange since he was forced to be raised with a repulsive family of muggles.
At dinner Hermione brought a rather large pile of books. Ron watched the owls lingering about the ceiling, thinking he would be embarrassed to see his little owl "Pig" who was cute to all the girls to Ron's loathing. Harry got a letter, thinking it was from Sirius he hid it in a pocket, and he would glance at anyone coming near him to his insecurities.
Harry unravled the letter, skimmed it quickly then wrote:
Dear Sirius,
The year has been good so far. Theres a new teacher, her name is Alexia Swenteers (Author's note: I'm not good at making names.) She is very nice, like Mr. Lupin was. I also miss him. I wish to see you. But I know you cannot. Where exactly are you now? Maybe I can visit you in the summer, when I stay over at the Weasleys, and I can sneak away. Hermione and Ron could cover me. Anyway, write back soon.
Truly Yours,
Harry.
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So, what do you think? Any ways you might think Sirius could visit Harry? I need a way to go the way I want with the story. You'll see, Ms. S has a reason in the story, hehe.