Year 1, Chapter 1
Hey everyone! So I know people don't usually like stories about people who aren't in created by J.K. Rowling, but I think you guys will like this character.
Just so you know, here's a little back ground info about the main character.
Her name is Artemis Trimble. Her Mom is black and white, and her dad is white, but she's never met him before. She has tan skin, big light brown eyes, and thick, straight, jetblack hair that goes past her waist.
And of course all credit for the characters and setting go to J.K. Rowling :)
It's rating is K for now, but in her 5th year in up, it'll probably be rated T.
Ok, well thanks for reading, and please do review!
"Mummy, I think I've changed my mind again. Maybe I'll just go to a regular school,"
"My darling Artemis," my mother bent down so her caramel colored face was level with mine. I looked into her chestnut colored eyes that were identical to mine and gave her my best puppy dog eyes. "We've been through this how many times before?"
"Too many to count," I pouted.
"That's right dear. I know you can do this. Professor Dumbledore himself sent you a letter asking you to come to his school. You have no idea how great of an honor that is!" she said cupping my face into her loving hands. "Now, I want you to go out there, and when you come back, I'll be waiting right here for you, ok?" my mum smiled sympathetically.
"Promise?"
"I promise," I threw my arms around my mum and held on tightly. She stroked my long black hair that fell a few inches below my waist.
"Your father would be so proud," she said softly. I wanted to ask what she meant by this, because I had never known my father and rarely did Mum ever talk about him, but before I could inquire further, the Hogwarts Express gave its final whistle for boarding call. I let go of her, and ran to join the hundreds of other kids, about to make the 8-hour journey to Hogwarts. Most of the kids had their heads stuck out the window, waving to their parents and siblings as the train pulled out of the station. Once we were out of sight, beginning the trip into the countryside, everyone went back to their seats.
I walked slowly down the isle, scanning for any empty seats, but most of them were already filled with groups of friends that I was too timid to barge in on. Everyone just seemed to fit in already and then there was me, the little first year girl with the long hair, small amount of money, no friends, no magic experience, and no father.
I was thinking about the best possible escape route to get myself off this train, and back to my mum, until I found a car with no one else in it, except for a girl with her nose buried deep into a book. I quietly opened the door and slipped in. The person reading looked up abruptly and I looked at her with wide apologetic eyes. The girl set her book down, and moved over so she was in front of me.
"Hi! I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."
-Later that night-
Us first years were waiting in line in the Great Hall to be sorted into our Houses. I stood with my arms crossed, trying to give off the impression that I was cool calm and collected, but really I was quivering with anticipation. I stood there silently while Hermione Granger chattered away about what it was like to be sorted.
"Oh would you shut it already?" said a boy behind me. I turned around to glare at him. He had cold gray eyes, bleach blonde hair, and pale skin to match, "Mudbloods like you shouldn't even get to be sorted," he said smugly. His two friends on either side of him laughed like little minions. Hermione pursed her lips and looked at the floor so her bushy brown hair covered her blushing cheeks. Oh how I had the sudden urge to punch that stupid git in the face.
"Draco Malfoy," the teacher who was running the Sorting (Professor McGonagall was it?) called out.
"Out of my way," the blonde boy pushed his friends aside and walked between Hermione and I, stepping on my toes on his way to be sorted. "What are you staring at Rapunzel," he said when he caught me glaring.
"Nothing, Goldie Locks," I blurted out before I even realized what I had said. My fellow classmates burst into a fit of laughter. Draco narrowed his eyes at me then continued on to be sorted.
"SLYTHERIN!" the Sorting Hat said before it even touched the top of Draco's head. Draco smiled happily, and seemed to forget about being laughed at just a seconds ago. He went to sit with his fellow House members.
"Artemis Trimble," Professor McGonagall called out. Of course I would be after Draco. Hermione gave me a reassuring pat on the back. I quickly made my way to the Hat and avoided looking at the entire school who had their eyes on me. In my haste, I accidentally sat on my hair, which caused my head to jerk back. I heard a few giggles, mainly from the Slytherin table, and I pulled my hair out from under me and wished that this could be over already.
"Hmm, Trimble is it?" The ancient Sorting hat said once it was on my head. "You don't seem like a Trimble… You've got intelligence and mischief in your blood like a Slytherin, but also bravery…" the hat trailed off. I closed my eyes, waiting for it to be over. "This is difficult, very difficult…but we'll go with- GRYFFINDOR," The Gryffindor table cheered, and I made a beeline to join them. Hermione was sorted to Gryffindor too and she quickly joined me as well. Finally the feast began.
"Artemis, look there's Harry Potter. I got to meet him when we were on the train today!" Hermione whispered and pointed to a mousy haired boy with the roundest glasses I had ever seen sitting two people across from us. She looked at me, awaiting my reaction. I shrugged.
"Am I supposed to know him?" I said picking at my mashed potatoes. She looked at me in disbelief.
"You don't know Harry Potter!" I shook my head. "The Boy Who Lived!" she said a little louder. The red haired boy sitting next to this 'Amazing Harry Whoever' looked up at Hermione and gave her a bewildered look. His bright blue eyes glanced at Harry, who was too busy stuffing his face. He then went back to feasting too.
"What was that about?" I muttered.
"I don't know, but I still can't believe you don't know Harry Potter!" she said his name in a whisper and proceeded to tell me the story about him. I let her talk, hardly listening, and filled my plate with more and more treats.