Michele's First Year With Harry and Ron
A young girl, the age of 14, walked towards the castle. She was medium height, had black-red-streaked hair, and had beautiful grey eyes. She walked with a confidence, an air that said, "If you get in my way, you have to face the consequences." Now I will hand the story over to her, to tell you of this epic journey, in the land of witches and warlocks, centaurs and unicorns, and of course, lord voldemort. Traveling for so long had tired Michele out, but now in reach was Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. She did not know why she needed to go there, but she didn't remember much anyways. Finally she made it to the front doors, and collapsed. Later, Michele awoke to the sounds of an old woman fussing around her. "Ah, your awake my dear," Said the woman kindly, "My name is madam ponfrey, what is your name, if you can remember." She added. Michele slowly looked up and said in a quavering voice, "My name is Michele Marvolo Riddle, that is what I think it is at least." "Well then, I'll be back with professor Dumbledor immediately." Said the kindly old woman.
A few minutes later, madam ponfrey returned with an elderly old man, but the more she looked at him the younger he seemed. "I am professor Dumbledor, and your name is not Riddle, it is Valentine." The old man said. How could that be right though? She had thought her name was Riddle for sure. "You have sustained a bad head injury, that is why you can't remember." He explained. This seemed to give Michele comfort, for soon she fell asleep.
Michele had been well for a while now, sadly, she could not get back her memory. She had stayed at Hogwarts because she had nowhere else to go. She had agreed to stay in school, and work for the summer. Tomorrow was a special day because she would get to meet her fourth year classmates.
That next day Michele watched excitedly as the carriages pulled by thestrills came up the road. One of the carriages caught her eye, a boy, about her age was getting out, he had black hair like hers and a scar on his forehead; soon after followed a very good looking, tall red headed boy, and then a girl with frizzy red hair, and a big grin on her face. Michele felt like she knew them from somewhere, but could not put her finger on it. She decided to try to become friends with them. Michele had succeeded in making friends with the group of people she had seen earlier. The tall cute redhead named Ron was cuter close up, but seemed very shy of her. The girls name was Hermione Granger. But one of them really caught her eye, Harry Potter, when he had said his name it made the hairs on the back of her head stand up on end. Some distant memory kept on trying to re-surface, but something seemed to hold it back. Soon after followed the sorting ceremony, eating and then a speech about the tri-wizard tournament. This tournament seemed fun, but fourth years could not enter. (She had been sorted into griffindor, because she begged to be with Ron, for some reason, the hat seemed to really want to put her in Slytherin. Sitting with Ron gave her great pleasure, and in the weeks o come, would become a boy friend, girl-friend relationship.
A young girl, the age of 14, walked towards the castle. She was medium height, had black-red-streaked hair, and had beautiful grey eyes. She walked with a confidence, an air that said, "If you get in my way, you have to face the consequences." Now I will hand the story over to her, to tell you of this epic journey, in the land of witches and warlocks, centaurs and unicorns, and of course, lord voldemort. Traveling for so long had tired Michele out, but now in reach was Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. She did not know why she needed to go there, but she didn't remember much anyways. Finally she made it to the front doors, and collapsed. Later, Michele awoke to the sounds of an old woman fussing around her. "Ah, your awake my dear," Said the woman kindly, "My name is madam ponfrey, what is your name, if you can remember." She added. Michele slowly looked up and said in a quavering voice, "My name is Michele Marvolo Riddle, that is what I think it is at least." "Well then, I'll be back with professor Dumbledor immediately." Said the kindly old woman.
A few minutes later, madam ponfrey returned with an elderly old man, but the more she looked at him the younger he seemed. "I am professor Dumbledor, and your name is not Riddle, it is Valentine." The old man said. How could that be right though? She had thought her name was Riddle for sure. "You have sustained a bad head injury, that is why you can't remember." He explained. This seemed to give Michele comfort, for soon she fell asleep.
Michele had been well for a while now, sadly, she could not get back her memory. She had stayed at Hogwarts because she had nowhere else to go. She had agreed to stay in school, and work for the summer. Tomorrow was a special day because she would get to meet her fourth year classmates.
That next day Michele watched excitedly as the carriages pulled by thestrills came up the road. One of the carriages caught her eye, a boy, about her age was getting out, he had black hair like hers and a scar on his forehead; soon after followed a very good looking, tall red headed boy, and then a girl with frizzy red hair, and a big grin on her face. Michele felt like she knew them from somewhere, but could not put her finger on it. She decided to try to become friends with them. Michele had succeeded in making friends with the group of people she had seen earlier. The tall cute redhead named Ron was cuter close up, but seemed very shy of her. The girls name was Hermione Granger. But one of them really caught her eye, Harry Potter, when he had said his name it made the hairs on the back of her head stand up on end. Some distant memory kept on trying to re-surface, but something seemed to hold it back. Soon after followed the sorting ceremony, eating and then a speech about the tri-wizard tournament. This tournament seemed fun, but fourth years could not enter. (She had been sorted into griffindor, because she begged to be with Ron, for some reason, the hat seemed to really want to put her in Slytherin. Sitting with Ron gave her great pleasure, and in the weeks o come, would become a boy friend, girl-friend relationship.