A/N:Thank you for reading this (: This is my first ever story and I really hope you like it! Let me know what you think and criticism is allowed!
Obviously I do not own Harry Potter, only in my dreams But Anna is aaaall mine
Voguesque-Mia xxxx
If you are visiting Hogwarts they'll show you the Great Hall first. This is where most things happen; the sorting, eating, duels and where the owl mail gets delivered. So, I suppose it's silly asking you (rhetorically of course) where this story is going to begin? Yes? Thought so. Down the corridor from the Great hall stood about 25 young children dressed head to toe in black robes (pointy hats included) but in front of all of the first years stood a girl around 16 years of age. She had long dark brown hair that cascaded down her hair like a waterfall, and vibrant purple eyes that scared the first years into looking at her. Unlike everybody else in the corridor she was dressed in skinny jeans and a grey cardigan {A.N. outfit on my page :) }
Contrasting to all the first years who were staring in awe at all of the moving staircases, portraits and charmed ceilings, not to mention gasping dramatically every time a ghost floated in and out of the Great Hall, the girl was just standing there silently playing with the ends of her hair waiting for her name to be called."Now you are all going to be sorted in a minute, all you have to do is walk into the Great Hall in an orderly line and wait for your name to be called. Is that understood?" A chorus of 'Yes professor' followed. Professor McGonagall ushered them all closer to the door just as Dumbledore announced the start of the sorting. As they all shuffled into the Hall the minute the door swung slowly open whispers erupted. Who was this new girl? Why wasn't she in school robes? What was she doing here? 'For the first time in the History of Hogwarts we have a transfer student! She will be in sixth year and I do hope you will all help her settle in well.' Everyone went silent when the stool was placed in the centre of the Hall in between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw house tables. 'Durant, Annabelle' Anna strode towards the hat and sat on the stool 'Well well well, we haven't had a Durant in over a thousand years, and now you. I wonder... Hmmm, where to put you... You're as witty as a Slytherin and beware enemies that wish to cross you're path. But then you've got a heart of a Hufflepuff and brains of a Ravenclaw. I think I know... GRYFFINDOR !' The whole of the Gryffindor table erupted in cheers and wolf whistles whilst the other tables – mainly Slytherin- grumbled.
"Harry you can't do this! You'll get caught! It's dangerous! You could be EXPELLED!' Hermione exclaimed pacing the Gryffindor common room. "Oh do be quiet Hermione! I've got the cloak I won't be seen. And anyway, I only want to see what she does every time she goes out at night.' Harry replied slipping on the invisibility cloak
"Harry's right Hermione, nobody knows anything about her, she's always by herself, always reading and Snape likes her. Therefore something isn't right with the girl!' Ron replied bending down to pick up the Marauder's Map. He handed it to Harry and then watched his best friend cover his arm with the cloak and the common room door bang shut. Harry walked down the steps and muttered 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' tapping his wand on the parchment. Once it had come to life he carefully searched the map for Annabelle Durant. Her name and some footsteps appeared on the map on the stairs by the great hall, she was running down the steps and then heading towards the Hufflepuff common room. Harry frowned to himself and started to follow her. As he neared the Hufflepuff common room he checked the map again. Surely enough there her name was. But she wasn't waiting outside of the common room she was standing in front of a painting of some pears. If Harry remembered correctly, the painting led to the kitchens if you tickled them. He carefully walked towards Annabelle making extra care to not make any noise as he neared her he could hear her musical laughter. 'Tickle a painting? Who would have thought!' she muttered to herself still giggling softly at the thought, but sure enough that's what she did. The portrait slid open revealing the kitchens and once she was inside Harry quickly followed. 'Mistress Anna! Dobby is glad you is come to see him Dobby is!' a small house elf dressed in a tea cosy trotted over to where Annabelle was, he bowed in front of her and excitedly spun on the floor. 'Dobby, I'm not your mistress. You don't have to call me that! Anna will do.' She smiled at the house elf and then bent down so she was Dobby's height 'Yes Mistress! Dobby means Anna! Mistress Anna!' the girl laughed and sat down on a stool. Suddenly she turned around. 'Are you planning on joining me Potter? Or are you just going to stand there staring all night?' Harry jumped, startled that she was talking to him. He checked to see if he had the cloak on still. 'Yes, you're invisible. Yes I can see you. But seriously, sit down you're making me anxious' Harry obeyed her and then took the invisibility cloak off, well; it was pointless now she knew he was there. 'How did you...' Harry started
'know you were here? Easy. I've been able to see through cloaks for years. Ever since I was 12 and got in a fight with my brother. He blinded me in one eye and the healers did something to it. Ever since then I've been able to see things that are supposed to be invisible. 'Harry nodded smiling slightly at her 'so a bit like Mad Eye Moody's eye? And is that why they're purple?' He asked looking straight into her eyes.
'Sort of...Except mine's real. And no, no it's not. I was born with these colour eyes.' She smiled down at him and then back at the mug of Hot Chocolate that had appeared in front of them both. Over the next 2 hours Harry and Annabelle conversed about almost everything they could think of: from which music they liked to their childhoods. '...So because of my sister's need to always have my parent's attention they didn't have the time to teach me, One night Professor Sprout came round ours for dinner, asked me a few basic questions I should have known - ones that you're meant to learn this term, but I'm supposed to know further in advance – and when I didn't she suggested I came to Hogwarts. So here I am!'
'Wow. But how come you don't have to wear uniform?' Harry asked peering curiously at her.
'Are you kidding me?! There's no WAY I'm going to wear that hideous excuse of a uniform.' Noticing Harry's glance down at his clothes she carried on 'I mean you're alright, the guys look good In it but it makes the girls look frumpy and I refused to come here if I had to wear it. Since Brussels is a good friend of ours – and my Godmother – she spoke with Dumbledore and they agreed that I didn't have to wear it.' Anna finished, yawning.
'Brussels?' Harry asked smirking at her.
'I'm not some freak Potter! I don't call EVERYONE after vegetables. honestly..' Anna giggled and rolled her eyes. 'Anyway, i call her Brussels 'cause surnames Sprout I call her Brussels, ya know? Like Brussels Sprout?' Harry laughed then stood up holding his hand out to her. 'Come on, let's go back to the common room, you're tired.' Anna took his hand and rested her head on his shoulder yawning once again. Harry laughed at let go of her hand to hold on to her waist so he could walk her back to the common room without her falling over from exhaustion. 'I'm glad you followed me Harry.'
'Me too Annabelle. Me too' he smiled at her and they started to walk back to the common room with Harry looking at the map so they wouldn't get in trouble. 'Oh and Harry?'
'Yeah?'
'Stop calling me Annabelle. It's too long. It's either Anna or Belle. One of them.' She declared putting her head back in the crook of Harry's neck. Watching her stumble over one of the steps Harry lifted her effortlessly off the ground into his arms. 'Anna it is then. Now, go to sleep, I'll wake you up when we get to the common room.'
Sneak of next chap: 'Where the Hell were you huh?! What if I had needed you?'
'Well you didn't did you? So back off!'