This is my first ever fic. It started with an idea that hit me. I know it's been done before, but I honestly couldn't care less. Rotates POV; OC's abound. Enjoy!
Unecessary Disclaimer: Don't own any characters mentioned in the Potter books; do own all Americans (mwahaha).
EDIT- I have gone back and fixed a few errors (mostly pointed out so kindly by JJ Rust).
Chapter One: Sorting Slytherins, or, Will it fly?
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I gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night
-I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas
Harry
"What the bloody hell are they waiting for?" Ron groaned and Harry heard his stomach growl loudly. "I'm starving!"
Harry looked around curiously and saw that many students were doing the same. "The Sorting's over. Why aren't they-"
He stopped talking abruptly as Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"Good evening to all! Welcome, old-timers and fresh faces, to a brand new year at Hogwarts! We have begun a new program that I am sure you will all find enriching and enjoyable. We will be welcoming a group of select students from Raenire Academy in Orlando, Florida. They will be living and learning with us for the year." The room was overcome with whispers. Harry scowled.
"Is he mad? Voldemort's back and we're bringing more defenseless students into Hogwarts! This could be the very first place He attacks-"
"Harry, I'm sure they know how to fight-"
"Yeah, Harry, and besides, it's not you could tell anyone else that; they wouldn't believe-"
Dumbledore raised his hand for silence. "I should like to tell you- or warn you, more accurately- that Voldemort is back-"
Voices were raised. Harry glanced at the Slytherin table and was not surprised to see many of them looking smug and whispering amongst themselves.
"-but a magical waiver was signed before any of those events were predicted. The students are aware of the risks and are willing to take them. They will be Sorted into Houses, and I expect you to treat them as family. I hope you will take this as a learning opportunity-" Hermione sat up, paying full attention "-and welcome them accordingly." Dumbledore waved his hand and the door behind the staff table flew open. Immediately silence fell, and sixteen teens walked into the Great Hall, whispering and staring.
The Hogwarts students stared back. Many of them had grown up in entirely magical families, and weren't accustomed to Muggle clothing. It appeared, however, that the Americans were the exact opposite.
One girl with long brown hair wore only black and white, as if all the color had been washed out of her. A blonde girl wore black sweater with a skull-and-crossbones print. Across the front it read 'La dee FREAKIN DA!'. Skinny jeans abunded and the word 'Aeropostle' was entirely overused.
Professor McGonagall stood behind the Sorting Hat, holding a roll of parchment. She cleared her throat and silence fell.
"Allen, Paige!" A large blonde girl walked forward and put the Sorting Hat on her head. She sat for a few minutes, and eventually the Hat cried, "SLYTHERIN!" The table at the far end of the hall burst into applause. Paige walked over to her table. She sat across from Pansy Parkinson, who immediately launched into conversation.
"Baker, Micah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Bennett, Laura!" The faded-out girl sat down on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head. Harry could only imagine what was going through her thoughts as she raised one cynical eyebrow, responding to whatever the Hat had said.
-?-
Laura
A hat? Seriously, a hat? Then a small voice in her ear spoke up. "Why, yes… I am a hat. Or at least, I was when I last checked."
Ah. Okay. Well then. I guess it could be worse- could a pair of thongs or something. So what house am I in?
"Cuts straight to the point, don't you? Hmmm… how about…Slytherin? Oh yes, you would fit right in there. A little bit of Hufflepuff and a little bit of Ravenclaw, but mostly, oh yes, all in all, Slytherin."
She raised an eyebrow. What makes you think so?
"Didn't you listen to my song? Honestly, children these days. Slytherins are cunning, and will use any means to achieve their ends. Oh yes, you would be great in Slytherin. Great ambition and a thirst for power, a thirst to prove yourself."
Really. She smirked. Sounds good.
"Your desire is to triumph and to prove yourself above all others. You could do this in Slytherin- it's all here, in your head. But the choices you make and the paths that you take… those will be up to you. "
Then sort me already! Get on with it!
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Harry
"SLYTHERIN!" Laura smirked and sat down next to Paige, who was looking increasingly irritated by Pansy's constant chatter.
"Bute, Matthew!" A pale bleach-blonde boy was next.
"Look at him! He's like a bloody albino!"
"Ron! Be nice!"
"But Hermione, he's from Florida! That's not supposed to happen!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
Kristen Dolinsky was Sorted into Hufflepuff, and then-
"Fuller, Lucy!"
"Great Merlin, she's short!"
"Ron. . ."
"RAVENCLAW!"
After a short pause, Angela Glavin was Sorted into Gryffindor and Kelsey Kolasa joined Ravenclaw. Professor McGonagall hesitated at the next name, before calling, "Laughinghouse, Isabella!"
"Laughinghouse? Seriously? What is wrong with these-"
"Ronald Weasley!"
"OW! Hermione, what the-"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Eventually Ron stopped rubbing his head, Hermione's face returned to its normal color, and Michael Murray, and Cael Shea joined the Gryffindors. Bobby Smith and Andrew Murray (who, by the way, is unrelated to the above Michael Murray) sat next to Paige and Laura at the Slytherin table. Shannon Wagner (a.k.a. la dee FREAKIN DA) plopped herself down amongst the Hufflepuffs, next to a Devin King.
"I welcome you, new students, and wish a very good school year to one and all. Tuck in!"
The feast appeared on silver platters. Steak and potatoes, spaghetti and meatballs, salads, chicken wings, soups and breads, all wafting their mouth-watering aromas across the hall.
"Oh my god, this place is baller!" Harry looked up in surprise at the Gryffindor girl- Laughinghouse, wasn't it? Isabella Laughinghouse? "Did you see the ceiling? I was like, holy crap! It's gonna rain all over us!" The other Americans laughed. The Golden Trio looked at each other.
"-this food is amazing! I wonder if they have house-elves like-"
Harry sighed. Did these Americans ever stop talking?
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Laura
Great gods above, does she ever stop talking? So far, Laura had learned that Pansy Parkinson's family was of an Ancient Pureblood lineage; her favorite color was green; she hated all Gryffindors (especially that Mudblood, Granger); Quidditch, in her opinion, was a horribly boring sport (except when her Drakey-Wakey played); and she couldn't, couldn't, couldn't live without her dear Draco darling. Laura also learned that the tall blonde 'Drakey-Wakey' turned green whenever he was mentioned. I wonder why, she thought sarcastically.
"I'ma slap her! Doesn't she ever shut up?" Paige wondered loudly. Unfortunately, Pansy Parkinson didn't take the hint. Laura was beginning to equate the girl to the seventh circle of hell.
"-and that's what she said! So he went up to her and he was all-"
Just then the dinner disappeared. Bobby's face turned a strange red color.
"What the heck? I wasn't done with that!" Then desserts materialized. Bobby stared down at a triple fudge cake. "On second thought, never mind. . ."
"-but then Professor Snape walked in, and he was all like, detention, Potter, and fifty thousand points from-"
"Hey Pansy, want some dessert?" The blonde boy interrupted, in an obvious attempt to get her to shut up.
But Pansy interpreted it differently.
"Oh, Draco, of course I would! Thank you so much! I knew you cared about me!" Pansy gushed. She attached herself to his arm. Draco turned a funny shade of green and stuttered something.
"What's this?" Laura asked, holding up a spoonful of food. Draco answered.
"Treacle tart."
"-honestly cannot believe they would let scum like that-"
"What's it made of?"
"-oh and you would not believe what happened last Tuesday! It was the most-"
"Uh, treacle, cream, bread crumbs-"
"-our Divination homework is so pointless! I mean, really, dream charts and-"
"Will it fly?"
"What?"
And with that the treacle tart was airborne. It landed with a splat on Pansy Parkinson's forehead. Her mouth opened and closed (noiselessly, for once) and there was a stunned silence at the Slytherin table. Then, as one, the Americans roared with laughter and the Brits joined in- Malfoy laughing the hardest of all.
Still snickering, Laura stood up. "Let's go."
"Who died and made you president?" asked Bobby.
"Me."
"That made no sense-"
"Of course it wouldn't to your small brain. Now, Mr. Malfoy, you're coming with us."
Malfoy looked up in surprise. "What? No I'm not-"
Andrew and Bobby reached over and hauled him up by the elbows. Laura continued, "We don't know where the common room is. Nor do we know the password. I just saved you from your possessive girlfriend. Put two and two together."
"But-"
"Shut up and move!" said Paige.
Together the five of them walked out of the Great Hall.
Hope you liked it. I'll try to update every week. (Bwhahaha yeah right)