The Cousin From Down Below

by: Jamie01

Disclaimer: I own no part of Harry Potter. At all.

Jamie: Welcome to my new Harry Potter fic. It's time for a little bit of cousin rivalry. I do have a made up character in this, so if that turns you off, sorry. I chose to write this story with Umbridge, but since it focuses on the new student, Jina, you won't really hear much about the school crisis.

Enjoy!

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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It was the first day, of the new school year. The new fifth years chimed in the halls. Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in their usual three pack. Hermione wouldn't shut up about her new classes, Ron and Harry exchange nervous glances.

"Hermione, we have barely set foot in the dining hall and all you can talk about is classes, shut your gob!" Ron huffed.

"You're just jealous because I have smart people classes and you get basics," Hermione sneered. They found their way over by Neville, who sat alone, a seat next to him being empty and two across from him being open.

"I guess you're expecting us Neville?" Harry grinned.

"Well who else would want to sit with me and Trevor?" Neville pulled the toad out from the inside of his cloak.

"Eew! Not a dinner Neville!" Hermione gaped. Finally, all the students filed in, except the new first years, who stood, staring at the Sorting Hat.

Professor McGonagall gave her usual explanation, and then looked around. She began reading off names, her voice echoing through the silent hall. Finally she got to the G's.

"Gralling, Timothy," she said loudly. He stood up, just as the sorting hat was placed on his head, it yelped "Ravenclaw".

"Granger-Perrier, Jina," Professor said loudly. All the eyes turned to Hermione who gulped. A very pretty girl stood up. She was about 5 foot 10 inches, had straight brown hair, with naturally red highlights. She was skinny, with long tan legs, and pink cheeks. Her blue hues swept across the hall. She wore a red shirt, with an extremely low collar, but she wore a white spaghetti strap shirt below, and of course a black skirt above the knee. She had her black cloak, loosely tied around her waist. She was extremely mature (-clears throat- If you know what I mean ^^;;) and many of the older boys heads turned.

The sorting hat was placed upon her head, "Griffindor!"

Fred and George Weasly made room for her, "Move it Ginny. Hey Jina! Sit here!"

The girl smiled and sat between the twins. All the boys at the end of the table began talking to her.

"Granger-Perrier?" Harry turned to Hermione.

"She-She's my second cousin from France, she's a pureblood. Her father is my mom (or is it her dad who is the pureblood? Someone help me out, it's late!) second cousin! They're wizards!" Hermione stared at the table.

"How old is she?" Ron grinned.

"She's Fred and George's age!" Hermione frowned.

"Oh, well I like older g-" Ron began, Harry slapped his hand over his best friends mouth.

"Well why is she here?" Harry wondered.

"She's an exchange student!" Hermione frowned.

"Who'd we exchange?" Neville butted in.

"Some girls from Hufflepuff, 2 girls and a boy from here, and 2 boys and Jina from France!" Hermione sighed.

"Well this ought to be an experience!" Harry smiled to Hermione, who seemed pretty unhappy.

Dumbledore's voice rung through the dining hall out of nowhere, stopping the conversation between the four.

"Over the summer, Madame Maxine and I have began a trading program, where we traded three students, to have new experience," Dumbledore smiled. "Let me introduce our three new students, please stand up when called, Jean Bauer, Jina Granger-Perrier, and Quentin Marqeaux." One by one they stood up, most of them focusing on the extremely pretty girl, Jina.

"Please be considerate and help these students, they have been studying English for a long time now, and we'll see how well they've learned over the year. As you may see, they will be staying until all of you board the Hogwarts express next summer, so please get along. Griffindor girls, please help Jina out in the common room, Ravenclaw with Quentin and Slytherin with Jean. Thank you..." Dumbledore went back to his usual speech. Finally, he announced to eat and people dug in.

"And what iz thees?" Jina pointed to the pumpkin pastries.

"They're Pumpkin Pastries, they're sweet and really good!" Fred grinned.

"Yes, do you want to try a piece of mine?" George asked politely. Ron had never seen his brothers so focused on a girl before. It made him sick, but he could understand why. Jina was very pretty and very mature, he began to daydream, until Harry forced his work into Ron's arm.

"Ow Harry! Why'd you do that?!" Ron growled.

"You were drooling, and it was making me sick!" Harry laughed.

"I can only imagine what you were drooling over," Hermione glared, and ignored him the rest of the meal.

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"Could you pleez say thee password a leettle slower?" Jina wondered.

"Chocolate Frogs-" George repeated for the third time. But he didn't seem to mind, he was in such a daze.

"Thank you!" Jina giggled. Then she saw her cousins usual frizzy head, "Her-mee-oh-nee!"

Hermione closed her eyes, and turned to her cousin, with a huge fake grin, "Yes Jina dearest?"

"Oh how I have meessed you!" Jina wrapped her arms politely around her shorter cousin. She stood straight up, "Will you be joining us in our chateau this winter?"

"Oh-I well, of course Jina dearest!" Hermione smiled.

"Please, no more of thees 'dearest' you're mother is not around, call me Jina and only Jina!" Jina's heavy French accent made Hermione sick.

"Ok, Jina!" Hermione chortled. She rolled her eyes and Jina covered her mouth and giggled, "I'm going to bed."

"Oh ok! I am going to stay down here with my new friend Greg and Forge!" Jina smiled.

"It's Fred and George," Hermione corrected.

"Oh yes, of course Fred and George!" Jina giggled, "Bon soir ma petite cousine!"

"Don't call me little cousin," Hermione muttered as Jina strutted back over to Fred and George.

"She's quite cute," Ron grinned.

"Don't let Hermione hear you, or else she'll surely have your throat," Harry glanced around nervously.

"Don't worry about that old sourpuss, she can't control me!" Ron frowned.

"But she can make you feel awful guilty."

"Yeah I guess so."

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End of Chap. 1

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Jamie: There's the first chapter. Hope you liked it!