Harry Potter and the Ensuing Madness
Chapter 1: The Arrival of the Madness
'This year we have a new student. Her name is Mary Sue Gryffindor and she is in third year,' Dumbledore said. I heard the sudden whispers and smiled: the combination of my name and my "transferral" were having the desired effect. 'Come up here, Mary Sue,' he continued. I stood and slowly, very slowly, made my way up to the famous sorting hat and stool, being careful to make eye contact with all the boys on my way. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slut who'll go with anyone, or a preppy girl who attracts boys like a rotting piece of meat attracts flies, it just might come in useful later to have done a little bit of flirting with the male Hogwarts population.
Soon enough I arrived at the front; put on the hat and sat on the stool, smiling serenely.
'Hmm,' the hat murmured in my ear. 'You seem different to the others somehow.'
'Um.maybe 'cause I'm a third year?' I said helpfully, worrying that the hat could see right through me. 'Don't be silly,' I told myself. 'It's just a hat!' But still.
'You really are a mix of the houses,' the hat continued with the slightest hint of astonishment in its voice. 'A loyal Hufflepuff; an intelligent Ravenclaw; a cunning Slytherin; but yes, a brave GRYFFINDOR!' the hat yelled the last word. I stood up again, beaming. I'd always known that I was a Gryffindor at heart: ever since I first read the books.
I happily bounced back down the hall to take a seat at the Gryffindor table. With the slightest twinge of dismay I noticed Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin minions glaring at me. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'I'll deal with him later.'
There was only one seat available on the Gryffindor table: thankfully near to Harry, Ron and Hermione. I found myself sitting directly across from Seamus Finnegan. He was staring at me, and so he should: I had long brown hair, which I had charmed to fall in perfect waves, tanned skin, perfect curves, a smattering of light freckles across my cute button nose and the trademark violet eyes of a Mary Sue. I was perfect, if I do say so myself. Don't worry, I'm not full of myself: most of it was spells to attract the Hogwarts boys.
I smiled at him.
'Hi. What's your name?' I asked, although I already knew.
'Seamus Finnigan,' he replied, in a lovely Irish accent. I felt my heart flutter: I have a weakness for Irish boys. 'You're Mary Sue, right?'
'Yeah.' I smiled coyly, blushing slightly at the attention, but inside I was grinning madly. People knew my name! 'Of course!' my brain answered. 'Your name's Mary Sue Gryffindor!'
'Are you really a descendant of Gryffindor?' Now that was the million- dollar question. I noticed the small group of people around us pricking up their ears; Ron, Hermione and Harry included. I took an inaudible deep breath.
'Yes. He's my great-great-great-great-great-etc Grandfather. On my dad's side.' I lied through my teeth. Everyone looked suitably impressed. The rest of the feast passed quickly, with me asking questions about everyone. I looked around me, feeling elated and excited. 'This is going to be fun,' I thought.
What do you think? There is a reason that my surname is Gryffindor, and Mary Sue is a joke (cuz Mary Sues are always transfers). There's a reason for everything, don't worry. If you have any questions, ask me in your review and I'll see if I can answer it yet.
And now, my first review song! (to the tune of Lucky by Britney Spears)
# Early morning, she wakes up
with a 'ring, ring, ring' dumb alarm.
It's time for writing,
Comp goes on,
It's you that it's waiting for
They go:
Isn't she clever,
This authoress girl?
And you read all her stories,
Don't review,
So she cries, cries, cries with her lonely fic
Thinkin, if their reading, all my new chapters,
Then why don't they send their reviews?#
Click the little button on the left that says 'go'. You know you want to! Blessed be!
Chapter 1: The Arrival of the Madness
'This year we have a new student. Her name is Mary Sue Gryffindor and she is in third year,' Dumbledore said. I heard the sudden whispers and smiled: the combination of my name and my "transferral" were having the desired effect. 'Come up here, Mary Sue,' he continued. I stood and slowly, very slowly, made my way up to the famous sorting hat and stool, being careful to make eye contact with all the boys on my way. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slut who'll go with anyone, or a preppy girl who attracts boys like a rotting piece of meat attracts flies, it just might come in useful later to have done a little bit of flirting with the male Hogwarts population.
Soon enough I arrived at the front; put on the hat and sat on the stool, smiling serenely.
'Hmm,' the hat murmured in my ear. 'You seem different to the others somehow.'
'Um.maybe 'cause I'm a third year?' I said helpfully, worrying that the hat could see right through me. 'Don't be silly,' I told myself. 'It's just a hat!' But still.
'You really are a mix of the houses,' the hat continued with the slightest hint of astonishment in its voice. 'A loyal Hufflepuff; an intelligent Ravenclaw; a cunning Slytherin; but yes, a brave GRYFFINDOR!' the hat yelled the last word. I stood up again, beaming. I'd always known that I was a Gryffindor at heart: ever since I first read the books.
I happily bounced back down the hall to take a seat at the Gryffindor table. With the slightest twinge of dismay I noticed Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin minions glaring at me. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'I'll deal with him later.'
There was only one seat available on the Gryffindor table: thankfully near to Harry, Ron and Hermione. I found myself sitting directly across from Seamus Finnegan. He was staring at me, and so he should: I had long brown hair, which I had charmed to fall in perfect waves, tanned skin, perfect curves, a smattering of light freckles across my cute button nose and the trademark violet eyes of a Mary Sue. I was perfect, if I do say so myself. Don't worry, I'm not full of myself: most of it was spells to attract the Hogwarts boys.
I smiled at him.
'Hi. What's your name?' I asked, although I already knew.
'Seamus Finnigan,' he replied, in a lovely Irish accent. I felt my heart flutter: I have a weakness for Irish boys. 'You're Mary Sue, right?'
'Yeah.' I smiled coyly, blushing slightly at the attention, but inside I was grinning madly. People knew my name! 'Of course!' my brain answered. 'Your name's Mary Sue Gryffindor!'
'Are you really a descendant of Gryffindor?' Now that was the million- dollar question. I noticed the small group of people around us pricking up their ears; Ron, Hermione and Harry included. I took an inaudible deep breath.
'Yes. He's my great-great-great-great-great-etc Grandfather. On my dad's side.' I lied through my teeth. Everyone looked suitably impressed. The rest of the feast passed quickly, with me asking questions about everyone. I looked around me, feeling elated and excited. 'This is going to be fun,' I thought.
What do you think? There is a reason that my surname is Gryffindor, and Mary Sue is a joke (cuz Mary Sues are always transfers). There's a reason for everything, don't worry. If you have any questions, ask me in your review and I'll see if I can answer it yet.
And now, my first review song! (to the tune of Lucky by Britney Spears)
# Early morning, she wakes up
with a 'ring, ring, ring' dumb alarm.
It's time for writing,
Comp goes on,
It's you that it's waiting for
They go:
Isn't she clever,
This authoress girl?
And you read all her stories,
Don't review,
So she cries, cries, cries with her lonely fic
Thinkin, if their reading, all my new chapters,
Then why don't they send their reviews?#
Click the little button on the left that says 'go'. You know you want to! Blessed be!