Untitled HP Fanfic - Begun May 13th 2006
(just to let you know, this story continues on into 7th year but HBP never happened)

Chapter 1

Almost able to forget just how unbearably hot his small bedroom was that summer, Harry collapsed onto his usual seat in their usual booth on the train. That had been his last ever summer at the Dursleyís, and he was bursting with a kind of happiness that had been unknown to him for too long. He let out a sigh of relief and looked out the window at the passing station.

"Bet you're happy to be outta there eh, Harry?" Ron had finally come in and sat across from him after saying about six too many goodbyes to his mother, who was 'Just soooo happy that you've got to Seventh year.'

"You're telling me. There goes 6 years of my life I'll never get back." he shoved his suitcase underneath the bench, first taking out the small satchel of coins for when the lunch trolley came around.

Hermione poked her head in (she had been up at the front meeting with the other Head Boys and Girls). "I'm afraid our meeting is going to be a little bit longer than normal, so I wonít be joining you for a while." Without waiting for their acknowledgement she turned full circle and trotted down the corridor. Ron shrugged and began searching for his money. Harry however, couldnít move his gaze from the doorway. Just as Hermione had left, a tall girl dressed completely in black, and with long black hair flashed past.

"Harry?" Ron had stopped rummaging through his bag when he noticed Harry staring at the open door."Hmm? Oh, sorry..." Harry felt his face get hot, "I dropped off for a second."
Ron raised his eyebrows at him. "More like thirty." Harry shrugged and went back to staring out the window.

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Once they had all gathered into the Great Hall, they watched the sorting of the first years. This year they decided to make the sorting of the older new students public as well. After the first years were all sorted and seated, the far shorter line of older students were brought in. Harry didn't notice the sheer change in numbers, nor did he notice the impertinent fact that most of the new students were in 7th year. All he noticed, was the girl who was leading them. The same girl with the long black hair that had passed their booth on the train. Now that she was closer, he could get a better look at her. She wasnít wearing any school robes, or any kind of robes at all. Instead she was dressed head to toe in a black pantsuit. That fact alone was enough to show that she was most definitely not a student. That said, she didn't look that much older than 17.

She couldn't possibly be a teacher. Harry watched her right up to the small stage, watched her shake hands with Professor McGonagal, and sit behind the staff table, and continued to stare at her in some kind of unwavering trance. Until Hermione tapped him on the shoulder and told him that he was about to fall off the bench. It was that moment that Harry did indeed fall off the bench. Everything stopped. Professor McGonagal stopped reading names, every head turned to look at him. He heard some snickering, and picked himself up and sat back down. Hermione and Ron both looked at him skeptically, and he felt his face flush. When everyone had continued on with the sorting, Harry chanced a quick glance at the black-suited girl. She caught his eye and smiled, which made him turn an even deeper shade of crimson.

When the main course arrived, Harry did his absolute best not to look anywhere near the staff table. When the main course disappeared and deserts showed up, he was still persistant. The one time he looked anywhere near the staff table was when he paid his full attention to Dumbledore's speech. Some time around 11 o' clock, the three of them climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor tower. They said the password (Bowtruckles), and crashed onto one of the gigantic chesterfields beside the fire. All Harry could muster up the energy to do was stare determinedly into the fire and think and wonder about that girl. At one point, Ron said something that Harry couldn't quite hear, which led Hermione to slug him with a sofa cushion. The two continued laughing hysterically (Hermione adding in a few eye-rolls), for the next 5 minutes. Off in the distance, Harry could just hear someone calling his name... Harry... Harry?

"Harry!" Hermione hit him with the pillow this time.
Harry jerked around, startled, "Sorry?"
"Aren't you going up to bed?" Hermione asked him impatiently, which clued him in that she had asked it more than once.
"Right, I'll be up soon." Harry replied softly before turning back to the fire. Behind him Ron shrugged and began to climb the stairs to the boys' dormitories. Hermione spent one last questioning glance at Harry before turning away and going up to bed.

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Harry didn't see the girl again over the weekend. On Saturday, he got his course sheet, unpacked his books, and got any he needed from the Library. On Sunday, there was nothing left to do, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione went for a walk down to Hagrid's. After supper, Harry and Ron stayed in the common room and played Wizard Chess while Hermione went to the Library to get more books.

Monday was their first unoffical day of class. The entire school wandered from classroom to classroom to dungeon, checking they had all the right books and getting the same dull speech from the same professors they've had for years. Harry and Ron both had Potions first, while Hermione had Advanced Ancient Runes. They all had Charms together after that, and then they had lunch. Harry hadn't got a single sighting of his mystery girl all morning, and the staff table was empty all through lunch.

Once they had eaten, they answered the call of the class bell by wandering down the hill to the Herbology greenhouses. They were taking their lecture with Ravenclaw today. Everyone filed in and chose a spot, then waited for Professor Sprout to begin. Whilst they waited, Harry scanned the crowd, searching for people he knew. His eyes landed on one girl, wearing Ravenclaw robes, with long black hair. She wasn't the girl from the train, that was certain, but she certainly bared a stong resemblance. She looked a bit younger than the other girl. Nevertheless, his wanderings of the mind were halted when Professor Sprout entered the room.

"Today, as you all know, is the one day when you won't be needing to wear gloves." an odd phrase to start off with, but that was fairly normal with all Hogwarts teachers. "Today, is... an introduction. Am I correct in saying that we have a few new students here?" Some of them nodded shyly, and a couple shrank down in their chairs.

"If you're new, stand up!" Professor Sprout proclaimed energetically. Four students rose awkwardly from their seats, including the black-haired girl. "State your names please, I'm sure we'd all love to get to know you!" Sprout continued on, practically bouncing with delight. "First you, dear."

A tallish boy with brick red hair and wearing Gryffindor robes squeaked, "My name's Robert. Robert Pollins." Professor Sprout nodded and the boy immediately sat down, his face red enough to match his hair. The professor pointed at another two, who stated their names and both plopped down, red in the face. Then Sprout nodded at the black-haired girl.

"Milla Waverly, ma'am." She was scottish, with a delicate, but full accent, that reminded Harry a lot of Cho. For a moment his thoughts drifted off to past years, before Hermione noticed his glazed-over expression and nudged him quite roughly.

Professor Sprout had already moved on."Before we continue with the course introduction, I should bring out your Student Teacher." There was a bit of chatter after that remark.

"Student Teacher?""What's that?"
"How do you become one?"
"Do you enter some kind of contest?"

Sprout grasped her wand and sent out a high pitched whistle. Everyone in the greenhouse covered their ears. "Alright, settle down! As I was saying, we are going to have a Student Teacher for half the year, Professor Flitwick will get her for the other half. Come out, dear!"

Shock. That was the initial feeling that shot through Harry's body like a jolt of electricity. From behind a thick curtain of ivy, emerged the mystery girl! Long black hair, black pantsuit, and energetic blue eyes.

"Hello, there." She spoke with the same scottish voice as the younger girl. "My name is Rowena Waverly." The black-haired girl, Milla, waved to her from her seat, as Harry glanced wildy back and forth between the two of them.


Alright, so I know I started a fanfic a while ago, but as far as I could tell, it wasn't going anywhere, so this time I'm planning it out. I've made character webs and plot outlines and so on... Well we'll just see how far this one goes. It's basically got the same characters, but with a few changes ;)

Chapter Two will be along shortly

Hmm... I still haven't thought of a title for this one yet... maybe it will be the revised version of the saphire pendant...