Masked
Chapter One
Harry sat on the train, unaware of who was in the compartment next to
his and the impact that they would have on his life. He sat innocently
munching on some chocolate frogs. He glanced at the card and then shouted,
"Look Ron! I got the card that you were missing!" Ron jumped up and
scrambled over to Harry. He grabbed the card and shouted,
"YES!!!!! It's Wendolin! He was the coolest wizard ever!"
"What was he famous for anyway?" Harry asked Ron.
"He was really powerful and he fought against the dark side. He
almost killed You-know-who, but then he died. Everyone was really sad and
so upset. No one talks about him anymore." Harry thought about this. "How
long ago did he die?"
"Oh he died before we were born." Ron told him. They talked about
Wendolin for a while. Harry was in the middle of a sentence when the door
burst open and a girl walked in. "Hermione! How are you? Where have you
been?" Ron demanded.
"Hey guys! I am great! I was in the next compartment talking to a new
girl that it joining the school. She's a transfer from Beauxbatons. She's
really nice!" Hermione said in one breath.
"How was your summer Herm?" Harry asked.
"Oh it was great! Victor and I went all over. We had a great time," she
said with a huge smile. Ron's smile faded from his face and he started
muttering things to himself.
Neither Hermione nor Harry noticed, though, because they were
absorbed in talking about their summers. They were so absorbed in what
each other was saying that they didn't notice the conductor tell them that
they would be arriving at Hogwarts soon and to, please, put on their school
robes. After a while, Ron joined in the conversation, which had turned to the
new shop in Hogsmeade. The train stopped and so they started to get off it.
"Wait, we aren't in our robes!" Hermione noticed.
"Shoot, mine are still on the train," said Ron.
"Mine too," Harry agreed.
"What are we going to do?" they wailed.
"Oh I know," Ron said. "We will just transfigure your clothes into
Hogwarts robes." Which Hermione promptly did. Harry's were a bit too
small, and Ron's weren't as tattered as usual, but they were good enough.
They rushed over to where the other fifth years were and climbed in an
empty carriage.
"That was close. Thanks for doing that Herm."
"Anytime. Gees, you really need me to look out for you!" she replied,
joking.
Home again, at last, Harry thought to himself. It looks just like I
remembered. I missed it so much. The others were having similar thoughts,
thinking about the past years that they had spent at Hogwarts and wondering
what would happen this year.
Then Harry's thoughts turned to someone else. He pushed her out of
his mind. I can't think about her now, he told himself. Luckily for him, Ron
asked him about the Quidditch team, and who he thought was going to be
the captain this year. Hermione sighed and looked out the window. They
talked Quidditch for a while. Then they fell silent. Hermione stared out the
window. Little did she know that her two best friends were staring at her
with longing. She turned away from the window and, quickly, the averted
their eyes.
They reached the castle after a few minutes of almost complete
silence.
The three-some walked inside and sat themselves at the Gryffindor
table. They talked for a few minutes and said hello to Lavender, Parvati,
Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, but was
really only five minutes, the first years came in.
They were little and scared. Harry was reminded very strongly of the
feeling that he had felt when he was going up there for the first time, to be
sorted. He wanted to make them feel better, to show them that it really
wasn't that bad. He wanted to so much. He concentrated on the feeling of
happiness and security. Harry couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but it
looked to him like all the first years stood up a little straighter, smiled a little
bit and walked along a little more confidently. Wondering if he had done
this, he experimented a little.
He sent a few little feelings of worry and anxiety to the one little kid
nearest to him. They weren't very strong feelings, but he thought that he saw
a few lines of worry creasing the little kid's face. He immediately sent a
feeling of calmness and self-confidence to wipe out the worry. Harry was
puzzled, but brushed off his thoughts as the sorting began.
The sorting started with a new sing from the hat. Then the first kid
was called up. Twenty minutes and eight new Gryffindors later, the first
years were done being sorted. Professor Dumbledore came forward to make
a beginning of the year speech. Instead he cleared his throat and said
something else.
"I would like to call up Miss Clélia Dubois. She is our transfer from
Beauxbatons. Miss Dubois if you would have a seat on the stool please,"
Dumbledore asked.
A young, and quite pretty girl, walked forward. She was small and
had dark auburn hair and pale skin. She sat herself delicately on the stool
and pulled the hat over her head. It expanded to fit her head that was, though
small, was larger than most first year's heads. She sat up there for a long
time and people were beginning to wonder if she was ever going to get
sorted. Finally, the hat called out. "Slytherin," it shouted. The Slytherin table
exploded into thunderous applause and many whistles and cheers, especially
from the boys in the crowd. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"She's changed so much," Harry and Ron were talking about
Hermione.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," he replied, a little too
quickly. Harry just smiled to himself and suggested that it was time for bed.
Though Harry fell asleep almost instantly upon lying down, Ron lay awake
for hours tossing turning.
The next morning, a very tired Ron walked to breakfast with Harry
and Hermione. They sat down and started piling their plates with food.
Hermione felt someone watching her. She turned her head and saw the new
girl, 'Clélia, I think', staring at her. 'Or was she staring at her?' Before
Hermione could figure it out, a Hufflepuff walked in between them and
when she could see Clélia again, she was talking to the other Slytherins.
"What do you think of the new girl?" Hermione asked the boys
"Who?" Ron was confused, "Oh her." He said when she pointed
Clélia out. "Oh I dunno but she's a Slytherin." he said darkly.
"Yeah but look at her" said Harry
"Boys." Hermione muttered rolling her eyes.
"Oh don't worry Hermione, you'll always be first in our hearts" joked
Harry glancing at Ron who suddenly became very interested in his bacon
and eggs.
"Guys, it's time for Potions, we gotta run" said Hermione, changing
the subject abruptly.
They grabbed their bags and hurried out of the Great Hall. They
dashed all the way to the dungeons. Ron and Hermione went to their normal
seats. Harry went to seat in his but realized it was already occupied. He sat
down on the other side of the girl.
"Oh am I in your seat?" she asked quickly
"No, it's okay" Harry replied
"Well it better be, I wouldn't move anyway," she said, her voice
suddenly turning cold.
Harry was kind of surprised. "What was I thinking, she IS a Slytherin
after all"
The lesson went pretty smoothly until about halfway through when a
loud bang was heard from a corner of the room.
"What have you done now" snapped Snape.
Neville only whimpered in response.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. And Weasley, take him to the hospital
wing." Snape yelled.
"Weasley." Clélia whispered to herself as he pulled Neville out the
door.
"What are you doing?!" Harry practically screamed, "You almost put
the porcupine quills in before the boomslang skin. That could have ruined
our potion." Clélia didn't respond. She looked deep in thought. Harry
wondered how a how a Slytherin could be so pretty. Suddenly he realized
that he had been staring at her for a little too long. They finished the potion
in silence.
When it was time to pack up Harry was surprised to find he didn't
want to go. Snape called out to the class, I hope you like your seats, because
they will be your seats all year. Harry couldn't tell if this was a good thing or
not.
"The nerve. She took your seat, and now is going to sit there all year,"
Hermione muttered as they left the dungeon.
The three friends sat in the Gryffindor common room doing their
homework, or at least they were supposed to be doing their homework.
Instead, Harry and Ron were trying to enchant a hat so that it would show
what people were thinking when they put it on. So far, all they had been able
to do was turn it green. After a while they got bored of this and started to
talk about Quidditch.
"I'm gonna try out for keeper this year," Ron told harry.
"Really? Practices would be so fun if you were on the team. Harry
was so excited. Just then, Ginny walked passed them carrying her
schoolbooks. She sat down at another table and started writing furiously.
"Whatcha doing Gin?" Ron asked her. Ginny ignored him.
"Ginny?" said Ron a little louder.
"What?" she yelled back exasperated.
"Gees calm down. I was just wondering what you were doing."
"It's none of your business Ron. I'm not a little ten-year-old anymore.
You don't have to take care of me." She told him before grabbing her stuff
and moving to the other side of the common room.
"Gosh, sometimes I wish I had a different sister." Ron muttered to
Harry.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Everything is JK's. Except for Clélia. She's mine.
Chapter One
Harry sat on the train, unaware of who was in the compartment next to
his and the impact that they would have on his life. He sat innocently
munching on some chocolate frogs. He glanced at the card and then shouted,
"Look Ron! I got the card that you were missing!" Ron jumped up and
scrambled over to Harry. He grabbed the card and shouted,
"YES!!!!! It's Wendolin! He was the coolest wizard ever!"
"What was he famous for anyway?" Harry asked Ron.
"He was really powerful and he fought against the dark side. He
almost killed You-know-who, but then he died. Everyone was really sad and
so upset. No one talks about him anymore." Harry thought about this. "How
long ago did he die?"
"Oh he died before we were born." Ron told him. They talked about
Wendolin for a while. Harry was in the middle of a sentence when the door
burst open and a girl walked in. "Hermione! How are you? Where have you
been?" Ron demanded.
"Hey guys! I am great! I was in the next compartment talking to a new
girl that it joining the school. She's a transfer from Beauxbatons. She's
really nice!" Hermione said in one breath.
"How was your summer Herm?" Harry asked.
"Oh it was great! Victor and I went all over. We had a great time," she
said with a huge smile. Ron's smile faded from his face and he started
muttering things to himself.
Neither Hermione nor Harry noticed, though, because they were
absorbed in talking about their summers. They were so absorbed in what
each other was saying that they didn't notice the conductor tell them that
they would be arriving at Hogwarts soon and to, please, put on their school
robes. After a while, Ron joined in the conversation, which had turned to the
new shop in Hogsmeade. The train stopped and so they started to get off it.
"Wait, we aren't in our robes!" Hermione noticed.
"Shoot, mine are still on the train," said Ron.
"Mine too," Harry agreed.
"What are we going to do?" they wailed.
"Oh I know," Ron said. "We will just transfigure your clothes into
Hogwarts robes." Which Hermione promptly did. Harry's were a bit too
small, and Ron's weren't as tattered as usual, but they were good enough.
They rushed over to where the other fifth years were and climbed in an
empty carriage.
"That was close. Thanks for doing that Herm."
"Anytime. Gees, you really need me to look out for you!" she replied,
joking.
Home again, at last, Harry thought to himself. It looks just like I
remembered. I missed it so much. The others were having similar thoughts,
thinking about the past years that they had spent at Hogwarts and wondering
what would happen this year.
Then Harry's thoughts turned to someone else. He pushed her out of
his mind. I can't think about her now, he told himself. Luckily for him, Ron
asked him about the Quidditch team, and who he thought was going to be
the captain this year. Hermione sighed and looked out the window. They
talked Quidditch for a while. Then they fell silent. Hermione stared out the
window. Little did she know that her two best friends were staring at her
with longing. She turned away from the window and, quickly, the averted
their eyes.
They reached the castle after a few minutes of almost complete
silence.
The three-some walked inside and sat themselves at the Gryffindor
table. They talked for a few minutes and said hello to Lavender, Parvati,
Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, but was
really only five minutes, the first years came in.
They were little and scared. Harry was reminded very strongly of the
feeling that he had felt when he was going up there for the first time, to be
sorted. He wanted to make them feel better, to show them that it really
wasn't that bad. He wanted to so much. He concentrated on the feeling of
happiness and security. Harry couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but it
looked to him like all the first years stood up a little straighter, smiled a little
bit and walked along a little more confidently. Wondering if he had done
this, he experimented a little.
He sent a few little feelings of worry and anxiety to the one little kid
nearest to him. They weren't very strong feelings, but he thought that he saw
a few lines of worry creasing the little kid's face. He immediately sent a
feeling of calmness and self-confidence to wipe out the worry. Harry was
puzzled, but brushed off his thoughts as the sorting began.
The sorting started with a new sing from the hat. Then the first kid
was called up. Twenty minutes and eight new Gryffindors later, the first
years were done being sorted. Professor Dumbledore came forward to make
a beginning of the year speech. Instead he cleared his throat and said
something else.
"I would like to call up Miss Clélia Dubois. She is our transfer from
Beauxbatons. Miss Dubois if you would have a seat on the stool please,"
Dumbledore asked.
A young, and quite pretty girl, walked forward. She was small and
had dark auburn hair and pale skin. She sat herself delicately on the stool
and pulled the hat over her head. It expanded to fit her head that was, though
small, was larger than most first year's heads. She sat up there for a long
time and people were beginning to wonder if she was ever going to get
sorted. Finally, the hat called out. "Slytherin," it shouted. The Slytherin table
exploded into thunderous applause and many whistles and cheers, especially
from the boys in the crowd. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"She's changed so much," Harry and Ron were talking about
Hermione.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," he replied, a little too
quickly. Harry just smiled to himself and suggested that it was time for bed.
Though Harry fell asleep almost instantly upon lying down, Ron lay awake
for hours tossing turning.
The next morning, a very tired Ron walked to breakfast with Harry
and Hermione. They sat down and started piling their plates with food.
Hermione felt someone watching her. She turned her head and saw the new
girl, 'Clélia, I think', staring at her. 'Or was she staring at her?' Before
Hermione could figure it out, a Hufflepuff walked in between them and
when she could see Clélia again, she was talking to the other Slytherins.
"What do you think of the new girl?" Hermione asked the boys
"Who?" Ron was confused, "Oh her." He said when she pointed
Clélia out. "Oh I dunno but she's a Slytherin." he said darkly.
"Yeah but look at her" said Harry
"Boys." Hermione muttered rolling her eyes.
"Oh don't worry Hermione, you'll always be first in our hearts" joked
Harry glancing at Ron who suddenly became very interested in his bacon
and eggs.
"Guys, it's time for Potions, we gotta run" said Hermione, changing
the subject abruptly.
They grabbed their bags and hurried out of the Great Hall. They
dashed all the way to the dungeons. Ron and Hermione went to their normal
seats. Harry went to seat in his but realized it was already occupied. He sat
down on the other side of the girl.
"Oh am I in your seat?" she asked quickly
"No, it's okay" Harry replied
"Well it better be, I wouldn't move anyway," she said, her voice
suddenly turning cold.
Harry was kind of surprised. "What was I thinking, she IS a Slytherin
after all"
The lesson went pretty smoothly until about halfway through when a
loud bang was heard from a corner of the room.
"What have you done now" snapped Snape.
Neville only whimpered in response.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. And Weasley, take him to the hospital
wing." Snape yelled.
"Weasley." Clélia whispered to herself as he pulled Neville out the
door.
"What are you doing?!" Harry practically screamed, "You almost put
the porcupine quills in before the boomslang skin. That could have ruined
our potion." Clélia didn't respond. She looked deep in thought. Harry
wondered how a how a Slytherin could be so pretty. Suddenly he realized
that he had been staring at her for a little too long. They finished the potion
in silence.
When it was time to pack up Harry was surprised to find he didn't
want to go. Snape called out to the class, I hope you like your seats, because
they will be your seats all year. Harry couldn't tell if this was a good thing or
not.
"The nerve. She took your seat, and now is going to sit there all year,"
Hermione muttered as they left the dungeon.
The three friends sat in the Gryffindor common room doing their
homework, or at least they were supposed to be doing their homework.
Instead, Harry and Ron were trying to enchant a hat so that it would show
what people were thinking when they put it on. So far, all they had been able
to do was turn it green. After a while they got bored of this and started to
talk about Quidditch.
"I'm gonna try out for keeper this year," Ron told harry.
"Really? Practices would be so fun if you were on the team. Harry
was so excited. Just then, Ginny walked passed them carrying her
schoolbooks. She sat down at another table and started writing furiously.
"Whatcha doing Gin?" Ron asked her. Ginny ignored him.
"Ginny?" said Ron a little louder.
"What?" she yelled back exasperated.
"Gees calm down. I was just wondering what you were doing."
"It's none of your business Ron. I'm not a little ten-year-old anymore.
You don't have to take care of me." She told him before grabbing her stuff
and moving to the other side of the common room.
"Gosh, sometimes I wish I had a different sister." Ron muttered to
Harry.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Everything is JK's. Except for Clélia. She's mine.