This is my third Fan Fic. Sooo enjoy please. This one is about a girl named Jennifer Anntoinette Deanson, and she's famous in the dark side of magic for one reason, only very few know about. This is her story.
Chapter One: Less Fame, More Secrets
"Harry Potter."announced McGonagall All was still and everyone perked as he stepped up and sat in the chair with her placing the Sorting Hat upon his head.
After whispers among the people, the Sorting Hat finally shouted "Griffindor!" at the top of his voice. The whole Great Hall errupted with applause and cheers. He then stepped down and sat among the other many Griffindor's at the table.
"Jennifer Deanson." called McGonagall. Now it was her turn. She stepped up and sat on the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. The whole Great Hall was silent and it was working on my nerves. I hated dead silence and I hated to loud of noises. But she just swallowed my siliva and waited.
"I..." the Sorting Hat started. "I can't place this child into any house!" It shouted sounding like it was in great distress. All was still quiet as I still sat there, even myself in shock at what the Sorting Hat had said about me.
"Why is that Sorting Hat? Why can't you place where this child should go?" asked Albus Dumbledore.
"Because, she holds so many characteristics of all four houses." It explain, while she still sat there, waiting for something to happen or someone to breathe.
"Can't you put me in Griffindor?" she thought to the Sorting Hat.
"Are you sure Jen?" It thought back at her, and she nodded.
"Jennifer Anntionette has requested to be placed in GRIFFINDOR!" he shouted. The whole placed cheered for her. Just trying to make her feel welcome. As the Sorting Hat was removed from her, she skipped eagerly down to join her classmates in the Griffindor row. Some of the others patted her on the back as a 'good job' kind of way, and Jenny liked the feeling.
After all the new first year students were sorted into there houses. The feast began and everyone began chowing down on the delicious food before them. They all ate and ate and after about 30 minutes of stuffing there faces, some stopped and let the food be absorbed into there stomaches. Then the Prefects stood and the people began to get up and follow them to there houses.
When they were led up the stair cases that liked to change, to the top floor. They told the eager first years the password. And they all got settled in there new home. That night Harry and Jennifer didn't sleep right away, they looked out the window, him at the new world to explore and her the moon, how close it seemed.
The next morning, while everyone was rushing about to there classes, Jenny stayed calm and walked down to the first floor for transfiguration, with all the other first years. She then noticed a tap on her shoulder. She turned and there was a girl, obviously another first year, with big bushy brown hair that was long.
"Hi." she said in a calm voice and yet seeming excited to talk to her.
"Hello." Jenny replied in a polite tone, unaware of what was gonna happen.
"My name is Hermione. I thought you where the girl who couldn't be placed in a house. Am I correct?" she asked.
"Yes, My name is Jenny Deanson." She replied in a 'I'm a little freaked out way' to the question she asked and they way she asked it.
"You must be very smart and clever, right?" she asked in a hopeful voice. Jenny nodded and she then opened the door to the first floor corridor. "I knew it!" she said proudfully.
"Why do you care if I am smart or not?" Jenny finally asked. Hermione then shrugged.
"I am one of the smartest first years, its just nice to talk to someone else whos smart like me." she seemed to be happy that there was someone else smart like her. Jenny just laughed as they entered the transfiguration's classroom, for the first day classes.
Jenny and Hermione became friends and were caught studying together all the time. The fact that Jenny and Hermione helped eachother with stuff they didn't understand. They were very close at this point, best of friends. But sad to say Hermione never introduced Jenny to Ron or Harry, afraid that more than one brain in there group of 3 would scare people.
Jenny knew that fact, and she didn't mind. She was use to being alone in a crowd. She didn't every much care, due to the fact that she was banished to freakdom in the muggle world since she was 7. Her best friends where the ghost that were her own. Her own friends were ghost that told her everything that went around Hogwarts. The names of her ghosts were Mick, Ozzie and Taylor.
Jenny used them to find out when the teachers planned a pop quiz and tests, but she never cheated. No. she thought it wasn't worth the fuss. But the fact that she always got straight A's on pop quizzes raised some suspicions among the teachers, but when they gave her a quill charmed with an Anti-Cheating spell, and still passed it, it was quickly dismissed.
Besides the school stuff, the three ghosts where Jenny's bestest friends she could ever have. She knew them in real life, the fact that they were her best friends when she was alive didn't change after they passed in a car accident 8 months ago. All in all, they where there and she still loved them just the same. When they passed they 'haunted' her, if you would call that haunting.
Sorry guys that'f it for this chapter. I will write more when I can get the story straight. Peace my lovelies.