Yay! Okay, so here's a story for all of you who think that Harry and Cho would
make a good couple. (Personally I feel they would be great together...that's just my
opinion though... :) ) This is my first story, so please feel free to review it, and tell
me what you think.
Chapter 1
The Great Hall had been decorated in preparation for the Sorting. Harry had been
looking forward to this day for quite some time now. The ceiling was a bright blue with a few
clouds scattered here and there. As usual, it was an almost perfect immitation of the sky
outside. Hogwarts was exactly as Harry remembered it, except for the fact that something...no
someone...was missing. He sighed. Memories of his last encounter with Voldemort still haunted
him; Cedric...the looks on Mr. and Mrs. Diggorys' faces when they had heard the news...
"Harry?" came a slightly concerned voice from behind him. Harry, startled out of his
thoughts, turned to see who had spoken to him. Cho Chang stood there, her eyes searching his,
giving Harry the feeling that she was trying to get inside his thoughts; to discover the cause
for the pain which must have been visible in his eyes. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Cho," Harry began, before realizing he had no idea what he was going to say, "I-"
Somehow, all the sorrow that he had been feeling a moment earlier, and even his
surprise at finding Cho there, seemed to leave Harry to be replaced by...what was it exactly?
Somehow, he felt...different...when he was around Cho. He had liked her since that Quidditch
game, yet the last time they had spoken had been before the Yule Ball, when he had found out that
she was going with...was it possible? Did she still like Cedric? In all these months since he
had been killed, he had never thought of what Cho must have been feeling.
"I'm sorry," he said at last. Cho stepped back, obviously not expecting this. She looked
as though she was about to speak, but words failed her and she turned her head. "Er...I should
probably be going," Harry said. "The Sorting-"
"Yeah...yeah," Cho said. "I'll...see you later, okay, Harry?"
Harry nodded and watched her go. He sighed again. All other feelings had left him to be
replaced by one single emotion; the emotion Harry always got when he was around Cho- confusion..
~*~*~*~*~
Although the Sorting Hat was looking shaggier than ever, the Sorting was a complete
success. After one hundred and twelve terrified looking first years had been sorted into their
houses, whether that be Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin, the students all sat
down to the traditional feast. Harry was happy to be back here at Hogwarts, back with his
friends; back where he belonged. For though the Dursleys hadn't been entirely obnoxious towards
him, possibly for fear of growing elephant sized ears, they made it quite clear that they were
less than pleased at having Harry around the house all summer.
As usual, Dumbledore stood up to speak, and a respectful silence fell upon the
listeners. "I'd like to begin," he said, "by welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I'm sure that those
of you who are new here will find your years at Hogwarts to be both educational and exciting, and
I would hope, as well as expect, that the older students make you feel as welcome as
possible." He paused for a minute before continuing on. "Also, I would like to add that several
changes have been made around the school to provide for your uttmost safety while you are within
these walls. I would ask that you all follow these rules." He cast a meaningful look in Harry's
direction. "I don't believe I need to inform you all that Voldemort has, indeed, returned. There
is no need for alarm," he said as a whisper arose among the terrified first years. "I can
reassure you that as long as you follow the guidelines that have been put in place, you are
completely safe. Now, I know we're all hungry and anxious to eat. I, myself, have been looking
forward to that turkey and mince pie with great anticipation. Therefore, I'd like to end by
welcoming you all again, and wishing you a wonderful school year."
As Dumbledore took his seat, the hall exploded with applause. The hungry students quickly
began to eat, but Harry, though he had a full plate in front of him, didn't appear hungry. He
was looking up at the teacher's table, and Ron and Hermione, realizing this, did the same. There
sat Professor Snape, Harry's least favorite teacher, Professor McGonagall, the fair, but strict
Deputy Headmistress who also happened to be the head of Gryffindor house, Hagrid, and next to
him-
"I don't believe it," Hermione said. "He's back!"
Professor Lupin was sitting in the very same chair he had been in when he had arrived two
years earlier- in the one reserved for the Defense Against the Dark arts professor.
Hermione had taken her usual seat in the library, already loaded down with homework in
the first week back. Professor Lupin had made it clear that though he was only a temporary
teacher, he still expected his students to work hard and get good grades. Nor did he show any
favortism, and he only smiled when the class groaned at the 4 parchment essay he gave them.
"I wouldn't be much of a teacher if I just let you coast through your fifth year of
Defense against the Dark Arts," he told Ron after class. "We need to make up for lost time, after
all."
Hermione sighed and opened a large, leather bound book with the title "Rise of the
Dark Ages" on it, and went to dip her quill into the ink.
"Excuse me," said a voice from behind her, "but you're doing that all wrong."
If there was one thing Hermione could not stand, it was being told she was doing
something wrong. She spun around in her chair, only to find herself staring into the haughty
eyes of a girl who must have been around her own age.
"Excuse me, but I don't believe I remember asking you to interrupt."
The girl was not to be distracted, however. "I'm Jessie Martin," she said. "I'm new here,
and unless I'm mistaken, you're Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you. I saw you in Arithmancy
this morning. Do you always answer all the teacher's questions?" She smiled and held out a
hand, but Hermione had already been put on her guard. There was something about this girl she
didn't like.
"Miss Martin!" Said a cheerful, whispy voice from the other side of the library.
Professor Trelawney walked over to them, seeming to drift more than anything else. "I meant to
compliment you for your efforts in Divination this morning. You're one remarkable young lady.
I could sense the Seeing Eye in you the moment you set foot in that classroom."
Jessie smiled. "Thank you Professor Trelawney," she said.
This was more than Hermione could stand. In a moment, she was up on her feet. "I don't
believe this!" she said. "Not only do you have to talk about that rediculous Seeing Eye stuff,
but you have to do it right in front of me!" she couldn't help but feel that Professor Trelawney
had been deliberately trying to irk her, though she knew this probably wasn't true, and resented
her for that.
"Miss Granger!" Professor Trelawney said, momentarily losing the far away, whispiness
to her voice. "I never thought I'd see the day when...ten points from Gryffindor!"
Hermione slammed "Rise of the Dark Ages" closed and shoved it into her backpack.
Without another word, she marched out of the library. "Fine," she thought to herself, "if she
wants to be a little teacher's pet, let her. It's not my problem..."
make a good couple. (Personally I feel they would be great together...that's just my
opinion though... :) ) This is my first story, so please feel free to review it, and tell
me what you think.
Chapter 1
The Great Hall had been decorated in preparation for the Sorting. Harry had been
looking forward to this day for quite some time now. The ceiling was a bright blue with a few
clouds scattered here and there. As usual, it was an almost perfect immitation of the sky
outside. Hogwarts was exactly as Harry remembered it, except for the fact that something...no
someone...was missing. He sighed. Memories of his last encounter with Voldemort still haunted
him; Cedric...the looks on Mr. and Mrs. Diggorys' faces when they had heard the news...
"Harry?" came a slightly concerned voice from behind him. Harry, startled out of his
thoughts, turned to see who had spoken to him. Cho Chang stood there, her eyes searching his,
giving Harry the feeling that she was trying to get inside his thoughts; to discover the cause
for the pain which must have been visible in his eyes. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Cho," Harry began, before realizing he had no idea what he was going to say, "I-"
Somehow, all the sorrow that he had been feeling a moment earlier, and even his
surprise at finding Cho there, seemed to leave Harry to be replaced by...what was it exactly?
Somehow, he felt...different...when he was around Cho. He had liked her since that Quidditch
game, yet the last time they had spoken had been before the Yule Ball, when he had found out that
she was going with...was it possible? Did she still like Cedric? In all these months since he
had been killed, he had never thought of what Cho must have been feeling.
"I'm sorry," he said at last. Cho stepped back, obviously not expecting this. She looked
as though she was about to speak, but words failed her and she turned her head. "Er...I should
probably be going," Harry said. "The Sorting-"
"Yeah...yeah," Cho said. "I'll...see you later, okay, Harry?"
Harry nodded and watched her go. He sighed again. All other feelings had left him to be
replaced by one single emotion; the emotion Harry always got when he was around Cho- confusion..
~*~*~*~*~
Although the Sorting Hat was looking shaggier than ever, the Sorting was a complete
success. After one hundred and twelve terrified looking first years had been sorted into their
houses, whether that be Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin, the students all sat
down to the traditional feast. Harry was happy to be back here at Hogwarts, back with his
friends; back where he belonged. For though the Dursleys hadn't been entirely obnoxious towards
him, possibly for fear of growing elephant sized ears, they made it quite clear that they were
less than pleased at having Harry around the house all summer.
As usual, Dumbledore stood up to speak, and a respectful silence fell upon the
listeners. "I'd like to begin," he said, "by welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I'm sure that those
of you who are new here will find your years at Hogwarts to be both educational and exciting, and
I would hope, as well as expect, that the older students make you feel as welcome as
possible." He paused for a minute before continuing on. "Also, I would like to add that several
changes have been made around the school to provide for your uttmost safety while you are within
these walls. I would ask that you all follow these rules." He cast a meaningful look in Harry's
direction. "I don't believe I need to inform you all that Voldemort has, indeed, returned. There
is no need for alarm," he said as a whisper arose among the terrified first years. "I can
reassure you that as long as you follow the guidelines that have been put in place, you are
completely safe. Now, I know we're all hungry and anxious to eat. I, myself, have been looking
forward to that turkey and mince pie with great anticipation. Therefore, I'd like to end by
welcoming you all again, and wishing you a wonderful school year."
As Dumbledore took his seat, the hall exploded with applause. The hungry students quickly
began to eat, but Harry, though he had a full plate in front of him, didn't appear hungry. He
was looking up at the teacher's table, and Ron and Hermione, realizing this, did the same. There
sat Professor Snape, Harry's least favorite teacher, Professor McGonagall, the fair, but strict
Deputy Headmistress who also happened to be the head of Gryffindor house, Hagrid, and next to
him-
"I don't believe it," Hermione said. "He's back!"
Professor Lupin was sitting in the very same chair he had been in when he had arrived two
years earlier- in the one reserved for the Defense Against the Dark arts professor.
Hermione had taken her usual seat in the library, already loaded down with homework in
the first week back. Professor Lupin had made it clear that though he was only a temporary
teacher, he still expected his students to work hard and get good grades. Nor did he show any
favortism, and he only smiled when the class groaned at the 4 parchment essay he gave them.
"I wouldn't be much of a teacher if I just let you coast through your fifth year of
Defense against the Dark Arts," he told Ron after class. "We need to make up for lost time, after
all."
Hermione sighed and opened a large, leather bound book with the title "Rise of the
Dark Ages" on it, and went to dip her quill into the ink.
"Excuse me," said a voice from behind her, "but you're doing that all wrong."
If there was one thing Hermione could not stand, it was being told she was doing
something wrong. She spun around in her chair, only to find herself staring into the haughty
eyes of a girl who must have been around her own age.
"Excuse me, but I don't believe I remember asking you to interrupt."
The girl was not to be distracted, however. "I'm Jessie Martin," she said. "I'm new here,
and unless I'm mistaken, you're Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you. I saw you in Arithmancy
this morning. Do you always answer all the teacher's questions?" She smiled and held out a
hand, but Hermione had already been put on her guard. There was something about this girl she
didn't like.
"Miss Martin!" Said a cheerful, whispy voice from the other side of the library.
Professor Trelawney walked over to them, seeming to drift more than anything else. "I meant to
compliment you for your efforts in Divination this morning. You're one remarkable young lady.
I could sense the Seeing Eye in you the moment you set foot in that classroom."
Jessie smiled. "Thank you Professor Trelawney," she said.
This was more than Hermione could stand. In a moment, she was up on her feet. "I don't
believe this!" she said. "Not only do you have to talk about that rediculous Seeing Eye stuff,
but you have to do it right in front of me!" she couldn't help but feel that Professor Trelawney
had been deliberately trying to irk her, though she knew this probably wasn't true, and resented
her for that.
"Miss Granger!" Professor Trelawney said, momentarily losing the far away, whispiness
to her voice. "I never thought I'd see the day when...ten points from Gryffindor!"
Hermione slammed "Rise of the Dark Ages" closed and shoved it into her backpack.
Without another word, she marched out of the library. "Fine," she thought to herself, "if she
wants to be a little teacher's pet, let her. It's not my problem..."