All right, I thought there were just too few AU H/D fics out there
(yeah, right), so I decided to write my own...not that the wolrld needs
any more or anything. It's probably really clichŽd and everything, but
I couldn't help it. I tried to remove from this fic all of the annoying things that pervade this type of AU fanfiction. I hope you enjoy!!
Disclaimer: If you've gotten this far, you already know what this says (or, you should). But just for consistency's sake, I'll say it anyway. I don't own any of the characters in this story. They are the copyrighted property of J.K. Rowling, and I'm borrowing them for a bit of fun (*cackle cackle*). I don't care if you flame this because you don't like the fic, but if you flame it for being slash, that's just stupid, because we're not going to stop writing it, such just save your time. Anyway...
E Pluribus Duum ("Out of Many, Two") by AnonymousBystander
Chapter 1 - Many Meetings
"Bye Harry! Good luck!"
"Yeah, bye Sirius, see you."
Harry Potter reluctantly pulled himself out of the dark green Subaru and pulled his backpack out after him, heaving its weight onto his shoulders. He turned around and watched as his godfather and the Subaru pulled out of the parking lot and disappeared into the traffic with all of the other cars, becoming an insignificant speck in a traffic analyzer's charts.
Harry sighed, and turned slowly to look up at Angleman Hall, the main building of Hogwarts High school. Glancing for what seemed to be the one hundreth time at the tiny slip of paper in his hand, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Albus Dumbledore, A-144" read the message on the paper. Harry navigated his way out of the receptionists' room to the Dumbledore's office - that was easy enough, he thought vaguely, his hand resting on the cold handle of the office door.
"You can come in, Harry," said a warm voice suddenly from inside the room, "nobody's going to bite you." Harry laughed, slightly, then the voice added, "I should hope."
Encouraged, Harry pushed the handle down and entered the room, which he immediately saw was occupied by four people. The first, and most conspicuous, was who Harry assumed to be Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school. Anywhere else, Harry thought, this man would look hideously out of place, with his long, flowing silver beard and mustache, but he looked right at home in the cheerful office, a fire crackling behind the large oak desk that dominated the room.
Harry glanced around. The next person he saw was a tall, lanky redheaded boy who was standing next to Dumbledore's desk. He had a nametag, and the name "Ron" was scrawled accross it in marker. Next, Harry saw a short, bushy-haired girl, sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. Somebody else was in the room, too. Harry did a double take. Sitting in one of the other chairs was a gorgeous blonde. Harry tried not to stare for too long, but the boy was mesmerizing to look at.
"Please sit down, Harry," said Dumbledore, gesturing towards the only remaining chair in the room, between the blonde boy and the bushy-haired girl. Harry took the seat and greeted both of the people next to him. The blonde boy said hello back, but the girl just blushed and muttered something incoherent to Harry. Ron, however, laughed out loud.
"I'm very sorry," said Dumbledore at last, "that I have to clump you all together like this. Every year I resolve that I will meet with all of the new students individually, but it seems that every year I forget how hectic the first day of school can be, so I appologize. It's nothing personal, I assure you.
"Anyway, enough with that. Welcome to Hogwarts! I hope you have a wonderful time here. This is Ron Weasley, your guide for today. Since the three of you," he gestured towards Harry, the blonde, and the bushy-haired girl, "are all going into eleventh grade, Ron was a suitable guide, being in eleventh grade with you. I trust you'll all have a great time together. Now go! Go, and multiply!"
All five of the people in the room laughed, though Harry noticed that he, the blonde boy, and the bushy-haired girl all laughed very nervously. And not without reason, he supposed.
But walking out of the room, Ron chattering merrily to the three newcomers about Hogwarts High School, Harry realized that he really didn't have anything to be nervous about.
**
A/N: Well, what do you think? Should I continue writing it? I made the first chapter short on purpose so I can find out whether it's worth continuing. Please review!
Disclaimer: If you've gotten this far, you already know what this says (or, you should). But just for consistency's sake, I'll say it anyway. I don't own any of the characters in this story. They are the copyrighted property of J.K. Rowling, and I'm borrowing them for a bit of fun (*cackle cackle*). I don't care if you flame this because you don't like the fic, but if you flame it for being slash, that's just stupid, because we're not going to stop writing it, such just save your time. Anyway...
E Pluribus Duum ("Out of Many, Two") by AnonymousBystander
Chapter 1 - Many Meetings
"Bye Harry! Good luck!"
"Yeah, bye Sirius, see you."
Harry Potter reluctantly pulled himself out of the dark green Subaru and pulled his backpack out after him, heaving its weight onto his shoulders. He turned around and watched as his godfather and the Subaru pulled out of the parking lot and disappeared into the traffic with all of the other cars, becoming an insignificant speck in a traffic analyzer's charts.
Harry sighed, and turned slowly to look up at Angleman Hall, the main building of Hogwarts High school. Glancing for what seemed to be the one hundreth time at the tiny slip of paper in his hand, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Albus Dumbledore, A-144" read the message on the paper. Harry navigated his way out of the receptionists' room to the Dumbledore's office - that was easy enough, he thought vaguely, his hand resting on the cold handle of the office door.
"You can come in, Harry," said a warm voice suddenly from inside the room, "nobody's going to bite you." Harry laughed, slightly, then the voice added, "I should hope."
Encouraged, Harry pushed the handle down and entered the room, which he immediately saw was occupied by four people. The first, and most conspicuous, was who Harry assumed to be Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school. Anywhere else, Harry thought, this man would look hideously out of place, with his long, flowing silver beard and mustache, but he looked right at home in the cheerful office, a fire crackling behind the large oak desk that dominated the room.
Harry glanced around. The next person he saw was a tall, lanky redheaded boy who was standing next to Dumbledore's desk. He had a nametag, and the name "Ron" was scrawled accross it in marker. Next, Harry saw a short, bushy-haired girl, sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. Somebody else was in the room, too. Harry did a double take. Sitting in one of the other chairs was a gorgeous blonde. Harry tried not to stare for too long, but the boy was mesmerizing to look at.
"Please sit down, Harry," said Dumbledore, gesturing towards the only remaining chair in the room, between the blonde boy and the bushy-haired girl. Harry took the seat and greeted both of the people next to him. The blonde boy said hello back, but the girl just blushed and muttered something incoherent to Harry. Ron, however, laughed out loud.
"I'm very sorry," said Dumbledore at last, "that I have to clump you all together like this. Every year I resolve that I will meet with all of the new students individually, but it seems that every year I forget how hectic the first day of school can be, so I appologize. It's nothing personal, I assure you.
"Anyway, enough with that. Welcome to Hogwarts! I hope you have a wonderful time here. This is Ron Weasley, your guide for today. Since the three of you," he gestured towards Harry, the blonde, and the bushy-haired girl, "are all going into eleventh grade, Ron was a suitable guide, being in eleventh grade with you. I trust you'll all have a great time together. Now go! Go, and multiply!"
All five of the people in the room laughed, though Harry noticed that he, the blonde boy, and the bushy-haired girl all laughed very nervously. And not without reason, he supposed.
But walking out of the room, Ron chattering merrily to the three newcomers about Hogwarts High School, Harry realized that he really didn't have anything to be nervous about.
**
A/N: Well, what do you think? Should I continue writing it? I made the first chapter short on purpose so I can find out whether it's worth continuing. Please review!