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probably not mine and my writing partner's. J.K. Rowling owns all copywrights to all Harry Potter characters.
A/N: This is co-written by one of my best friends but she doesn't have a account so it's on mine! Set in Harry Potter's time frame at Hogwarts.
The raven haired witch ran through the crowds, trying to reach her destination: Platform 9 and 3/4. She had someone to catch up to, a long lost friend. Her trolley and her busted through the wall before she screamed, "Hey Fritz! Yo! Fritz!"
A petite blonde haired girl was hugging her mother quickly, trying to hurry it up so she could get on the train. As she broke the hug and moved to gather up her owl and her bags, Fritzi could have swore she heard her name being hollered through the throng of people. Well, not her name. Her nickname, Fritz. Something no one ever called her these days. Except...nah it couldn't be. Miora was in France. Her last owl hadn't said anything about a visit. All the same, Fritzi turned on her heels and sent herself barging through the crowd, toward the sound.
Through the crowd, Miora finally got a good look at her friend, a friend she hadn't seen in years. She stopped and smiled, taking in the confused look on her friends face. She then launched herself in front of quite a few people, some of them even important in their own minds and grabbed onto her friend.
"Never thought you would see me, did you?" Miora laughed, her friends face still stunned. "My mom just told me like five days ago that I was transferring into Hogwarts. I thought 'What the hell, why don't I just surprise Fritz?'" Miora shrugged her shoulders. "So here I am back from Frace pour vous et vous seulement."
Fritzi stood there, stunned that her childhood friend, her best friend in the world, her most trusted confidant was standing there in front of her. It was all Fritzi could do to choke back the tears. Even so, a few unwillingly dripped on her eyelashes.
"Miora. Oh my God, Miora! You are horrible! You should have told me! Now I'm crying!" She rapped Miora on the head with her wand, and then embraced her again. "Ohh, come on. Mum will be thrilled to see you! You really should have written!" All the same, Fritizi couldn't stop smiling at Miora. Tucking Miora's hand under hers, the two fifth year girls walked across the platform.
"So where is your mom? I mean I haven't seen or heard from her in ages! Of course my mom has because they were like close and crap." Miora said before realizing the witch in question was just behind her best friend.
After several probing questions and various reasons as to why her mother was not with her, Miora grabbed her friend and headed to the Hogwarts Express. "I can sit with you, can't I? You aren't too cool for me now are you?"
"Too cool for you? Good God, Miora, no! I've missed you so much! Of course you can sit with me! If we can find a compartment!"
The two girls made their way on to the train, just as it started to whistle a warning to the mingling witches and wizards on the platform. "Professor Dumbledore will probably have you sorted after the first years are sorted. But, you'll be allowed to sit with me at the sorting of the first years."
Giggling slightly at the excitement of having her best friend back in a physical form, not just letters, Fritzi found an empty compartment, and slided into it with Miora. "Did I ever tell you Harry Potter goes to this school?" Fritzi asked as she tucked both of their trucks up into the upper compartment.
"Harry Potter? NO! Is he like all pompous and crap? I always imagined him that way. You know the whole 'I'm the boy who lived' and that kind of stuff. I mean, I know my mom knew his parents, but really my mom kind of despised him. James fucking Potter-" Miora didn't get to finish her sentence since the door to the compartment open.
"Was my fucking father, thank you very much," the one and only Harry Potter finished for her.
Miora flushed red and looked towards Fritz for some kind of help. She even went as far as to mouth the word.
Fritzi giggled at Miora's flush and turned to Harry. "Hermione and Ron are Gryffindor's prefects this year, right? You're welcome to sit with us if you like." Harry shook his head.
"Nah, that's ok. I was going to go find Neville. I had a question for him." He looked pointedly at Fritzi. "You still haven't introduced me to your rude friend."
Fritzi rolled her eyes. "This is Miora, and she's not normally so rude. You caught her at a bad moment. Miora, this is Harry Potter."
Despite the insult, Harry gave Miora a small smile. "Fair enough. You can't be as bad as Malfoy. If you'll excuse me though..." And Harry retreated out of the compartment. Fritizi popped her head quickly out the door and hollered, "Send anyone you bump into down to our compartment. WE'VE GOT ROOM!" But, Harry just waved his hand vaguely. Fritzi shook her head and popped it back inside. "And that was Harry Potter," she muttered to Miora.
"Hmmm...thought he'd be bigger." Miora said, contemplating who he had just seen. She then turned to Fritzi and said "You have more friends don't you? You aren't some kind of unpopular loser at this school because I taught you better!" Miora almost gave her friend a lecture but stopped herself in time.
Fritzi gave Miora a mock shove. "I have plenty of friends! Why, I'm friends with two of the best known people in school! They'll be here any minute. I told them where I was going to be, but I didn't expect you. You'll like them! And I have friends other than them too."
"Well, who are they? What do they do? How old are they???" Miora asked, throttling her best friend. "I'm alone at this school other than you. What if we aren't in the same house? What if they other kids pick on me? Oh god, I'm freaking!" She turned to look Fritzi in the face "Help me! Calm me down! You used to be so good at that!"
Fritzi grab her friend's hands and placed them gently down in Miora's lap. "Your questions in order. Fred and George Weasley. Pranksters. 16. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. They won't pick on you, and if they do, they'll answer to me, Fred, and George."
"But how do I know Fred and/or George will like me? What if they hate me and they won't stick up for me? Fritz you aren't helping me like you used to!!!" Miora groaned. "I hate going to new schools just for this fact."
Fritzi hugged Miora. "If they hate you, they won't know what hit them. I'll make sure they pay for hating you. Let's just say that their boxers will look mighty pretty flying above the Grand Hall during breakfast. Anyone who isn't friend with you isn't a friend of me."
"Okay. Can I help with the boxer thing? I always loved a good prank." Miora gave a small smile to her friend before the door opened again.
"I heard someone talking about pranks and just had to stick my head inside the compartment." A guy with red hair looked at both the inhabitants.
"George!" Fritizi leapt out of the seat and gave the red-headed guy a quick hug as a second red-headed guy appeared next to her. "Where's my hug?" the second guy, who was obviously Fred, pouted. Fritzi laughed and gave Fred a hug too.
"Guys, you are not going to believe who's here. Remember the girl from France, my friend? She's going to school with us! Fred, George, my best friend Miora." Fritizi gestured toward Miora, who was still seated on her bench. "I thought we were your best friends!" complained Fred, but he did so with a smile. Fritizi hit him.
"Oh shit. You never told me they were twins. Twins confuse me!" Miora grabbed her head and stuck it between her knees. She took a couple deep breaths before rising up to meet the two new guys. "She can't be your best friend; I was the one that was there when she rode her first broom and performed her first bit of magic. I'm more important I'm afraid."
Fred and George laughed at Miora's confusion and took seats opposite the girls. "Don't worry 'bout the twin thing. He's a little girlier than me," said George with a jab at Fred. Fred laughed and jabbed George back. "Well he's a little uglier." Fritzi laughed with the guys as the trolley glided into the compartment.
"So, Miora," asked George over a chocolate frog after the trolley left. "Like pranks much?"
"Eh, just a little. My mom wanted to transfer me here because she knows a lot of the people here and she can keep an eye on me. In France I was about a few pranks away from expulsion. She wasn't too happy." Miora shrugged her shoulders, she then turned to Fritzi, "You pull any good pranks lately? With my hair turned permanently black without the hair dye I used to use, we can't really pass as each other anymore can we? It doesn't help that we've both grown up a lot too, does it?"
Fritzi shook her head. "Nah it doesn't." She turned to the twins. "We use to look a like. Almost like twins (Miora grinned). But, not anymore. Use to go home to our different parents and watch them freak. It was amusing."
The two girls giggled, and the twins rolled their eyes.
"I think we're in for a handful this year, Fred."
Fred nodded. "These two girls just might overthrow our reputation." He faked a sword being stabbed into him, as if the idea of being unseated from his position of top prankster with his brother gutted him. "We can't let it happen, George."
The girls giggled once more, and finished their chocolate frogs. The Hogwarts Express chugged merrily along, and after a time, the group put on their robes, as the Express started to slow as it neared Hogwarts. With a hiss, the train stopped, and the group piled off the train, Fred and George leaving to go find Jordan.
Miora gasped as she saw the castle for the first time.
"Firs' years 'ver here please!" She heard a half-giant call out. She tried not to stare but found it nearly impossible.
"Zi, what the bloody hell." She followed the crowd to the carriages hopping in one with Fritzi and a couple of people she didn't know but apparently her friend did.
Fritzi gestured to the disappearing back of the half-giant. "That's Hagrid. He's the Groundskeeper. Got expelled in his second year." She rolled her eyes and laughed quietly at Miora's awed expression.
"We did not have half-giants like him in France. I mean, our headmistress was one, but gosh. He's huge! Bigger than her!"
The girls giggled once more, and Fritzi introduced Miora to the group in the carriage. They regarded her with polite interest, a few of the boys with more interest than needed. They spent the time up to the castle gossiping merrily about the ghosts in Hogwarts (Miora's previous school didn't have ghosts) until the carriage took them to the front entrance, and they filed in for the sorting.
"Follow me," Fritzi said grabbing Miora's hand as the carriages stopped before the grand castle. She led the other girl into the Great Hall and made her sit down at one of the four tables with a bunch of other students who obviously knew Fritzi but gave Miora wondering looks. The hall fell quiet when an older professor stood up and started addressing the students. A line of first years lead up to the front of the hall before they had a hat placed on their head that shouted out four different names: the names of the four houses.
Miora watched with Fritzi as the line of the first years became shorter and shorter before the last eleven-year-old was told he belonged in Hufflepuff. The elder wizard stood up again and said, "We also have one transfer student in which I am very pleased to have here. She is the daughter of two of group of students I taught years and years ago. Please, Miora Black will you please come forward to be sorted."
Miora took a deep breath before she stood up and knew that all eyes were on her. She walked up to the front where she sat on the stool and the large hat was placed on her head.
"Hmmm...you have courage, something Gryffindor prizes. But you are also cunning and stealthy, good characteristics of Slytherin. And then, there are your brains, taken from both your mother and your father. Those could land you in Ravenclaw. Which one should you be placed in though? I think I'll say ...RAVENCLAW!"
Fritizi couldn't clap loud enough as her friend came over to the Ravenclaw table to reclaim her seat that she had just left to be sorted.
"That was nerve wracking," Miora murmured to Fritzi, her voice shaking slightly.
"Yeah, and imagine doing that when you're eleven years old!" Both girls laughed quietly, as the headmaster stood and the hall instantly fell silent.
"Welcome back students. And welcome new students. As you should know by now, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to first years as well as the older students."
Dumbledore's voice had a hint of laughter in it as he looked at the Gryffindor table when he said this. Miora turned and gave Fritizi a quizzical look. Fritzi shook her head and mouthed, "Later."
"Filch has asked that I tell you Fanged Frisbees will now be confiscated, should any student be caught with them. Anyone who wants a full list of objects they should not have, he has posted one outside his office. I'd also like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge. If you all would be so kind as to..."
"Hem, hem," a slight coughing noise came from the teachers' table. Dumbledore looked slightly surprised at Professor Umbridge's interruption; however, he sat smartly down and looked as if he would like nothing better than to listen to the new DADA professor.
"As I'm sure you all know, this school has much to do in order to be kept up with Ministry protocol," said Professor Umbridge, in a surprisingly shrill voice for such a toad of a person.
As she rambled on, Fritizi and Miora's attention, as well as most of the other students, drifted elsewhere. Both girls started making sign language with the twins, who of course weren't paying attention to Umbridge either, over at the Gryffindor table. After what seemed like forever, Professor Umbridge finished speaking, and beamed down at the students. It took everyone a few seconds to realize that they needed to start clapping, and they did so scattered and hurried.
"Thank you, Professor Umbridge," said Professor Dumbledore, standing again. "And now, I'm sure you're all hungry, so please, dig in!" And with that, the plate instantly filled with mouth-watering dishes.
Miora and Fritzi immediately dug into the food. Miora looked at Fritzi and Fritzi looked at Miora and they were eight years old all over again. Last time Fritzi had beaten Miora in the eating contest but this time Miora was determined to beat her best friend.
"You aren't winning this time!" Miora warned Fritz. But Fritz paid no attention to her and just continued to eat as if Miora had been a passing breeze. Miora realized this and shoveled the food on the plate down her throat.
This ritual continued until the headmaster stood up once more and waved his wand, taking away the left over food and replacing the trays with desserts instead.
"This is where I draw the line. Everything goes to my hips dah-ling!" Miora said, a laugh evident in her voice.
Fritzi laughed along with her, but helped herself to a bowl of chocolate pudding. "The wonders of having good genes, dah-ling!" and she dug into the pudding. Miora rolled her eyes and watched Fritizi devour two bowls of chocolate pudding, on top of the huge dinner they had just raced to eat. Once Fritizi was finished, the girls chatted quietly, even though the hall was noisy with student's catching up, about possible pranks to pull during their year back together.
Miora stood up with the rest of the students as they filed out of the Great Hall. Fritzi giggled and said, "This is where you find out where our dormitory is."
As the girls started to file out with the rest of the of the crowd exiting the Grand Hall, when the twins, spotting the girls in the throng, pushed passed a bunch of people to catch up with them.
" 'Cuse us. Important stuff here. Coming through. I'll take that!" George snatched a piece of chocolate out of a pump second year's budging pockets. "Figure he didn't need another," he muttered to Miora and Fritizi.
"And neither do you!" Appearing beside his twin, Fred snatched the remaining piece of chocolate out of George's hand and finished it. George whacked him on the head hard, and Fred returned the whack.
"Hem, hem!" said Fritzi, in a perfect impression of Professor Umbridge. The twins immediately shot up, searching for Professor Umbridge. The girls laughed, and realizing it was only Fritizi, they flushed.
"We just...you need to meet us later. Room of Requirement. We got some ideas over the summer for pranks." Both girls agreed to meet the twins later that week, and the Weasley twins sped off to the Gryffindor tower.
"Alright, come on, Miora," and the two girls disappeared down a step of winding staircases.
At the bottom, a door with an eagle knocker stood, tall and proud. Tentatively, Fritzi reached out, and knocked quietly on the door. The eagle knocker opened her mouth, and Miora gasped.
"What is silver and gold of life?" asked the eagle knocker importantly.
"Hmmm, what do you think, Miora?"
Miora shrugged. "I'm...I'm not sure. Why isn't there just a password?"
"Oh, this is how you learn. I think I'll have to say its old friends and the friends you've yet to make."
The knocker smiled. "Well thought." And the door swung open.
"This way," and Fritzi and Miora climbed the stairs to the girls' dormitory.
"I'm so sleepy!" exclaimed Miora, and she collapsed dramatically onto her new bed.
Fritizi yawned, equally as dramatic. "Me too! I'll see you in the morning, friend?"
Miora grinned, a twinkle in her eye. "Course. It's not like I'm in France or anything."
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