Introduction- Hey, yo! This is my first story, I hate to say, so I'm sorry
if it isn't what your are expecting: a wonderfully written fanfic to excite
the senses and make you laugh..and stuff. So, I hope you think it is OK.
Submit reveiws..yeah. OK, for your information- This story is supposed to
take place in the summer before Harry's fifth year and follows him
throughout school as well. Hope you likey.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of these characters..blah blah..except for Anna. All Hail J.K. Rowling. She rocks the house.
"New Girl"
It was still summer for 14-year-old Harry Potter, and he longed for his life back at Hogwarts. He was looking forward to running in the halls with his two best friends, Ronald Weasly and Hermione Granger once again. Even studying potions seemed to be better than the chaos at the Dursleys' home. His cousin, Dudley, a big, pink whale of a child, had been pestering him constantly for weeks on end. Throwing stones from the front walk-way at his owl Hedwig seemed to be his favorite sport when Harry went to let her out of her cage for the night. The diet that his Aunt Petunia had set up for her porky son nearly one year ago seemed to diminish over the months. She tried her hardest to force sour grapefruits upon him every morning, but he would eat those in a flash and soon move on to Harry's meal, which usually consisted of whatever minuscule left-over was in the ice-box that morning (he even managed to swallow a rotting half a banana recently.) Harry wasn't eating anyway. He spent most of his days writing to his friends and Hagrid, the keeper of grounds at his school. He also wrote, very rarely, to his God- father, Sirius Black. Sirius, an escaped prisoner of the wizard jail, Azkaban, had proven himself innocent to Harry, Hermione, and Ron two years ago, however, few people would take the word of three teenagers, and the majority of the wizarding community still believed him to be extremely dangerous. Harry was forced to send him letters with Hedwig discretely, and was currently waiting eagerly for a reply.
Harry lay in his bed, looking up at the ceiling, listening carefully for the sounds of his relatives dropping off to sleep. He soon heard a loud snore which reassured him that he could confidently take out his school things from the loose floor board underneath his bed. He unscrewed his ink bottle and placed it carefully on the small desk by his bed. Shuffling silently through his stuff, he managed to find his quill, some parchment, and his "Standard Book of Spells Grade 4." Dipping the end of his quill in the bottle of ink, he saw a flash of white feathers outside. He looked up to see Hedwig approaching his room and sat up to open his window accordingly. Hedwig hooted softly as she flew onto Harry's bed and sat waiting for him to open the burden of a tremendous parcel with a letter attached. There was also another letter attached to the other leg. Hedwig let out another, exhausted hoot at the window as she flew over to the other side of the window and pecked at the bowl of water by her cage. Harry turned around to see what seemed to look like a tremendous envelope with red lettering flying in mid-air. As the envelope drew nearer, he recognized the letter not to be enchanted, but was being carried by an extremely small owl about the size of a golf ball. The owl belonged to his friend Ron, and was named-for god knows what reason- Pigwidgeon. The poor owl landed with an excited crash into the wall above Harry's desk and proceeded to slide all the way down onto the cushioning (still rather hard, however) of Harry's bed. The owl panted frantically, but Harry could've sworn that if the bird had lips, it would have been smiling. He waited patiently for Harry to untie the envelope before he flew across the room and into Hedwig's cage to sleep. Harry sensed Hedwig shoot him a rather nasty look that almost screamed "GET HIM OUT OF THERE!" but Harry didn't bother helping her out. He swiftly opened the letter (whose writing Harry now recognized as Ron's) and unfolded the letter onto his bed. The usual, single sheet of parchment managed to take up a lot of surface area on his sheets as he read the carefully written card from Ron.
Dear Harry, Just writing to wish you a Happy Birthday! Hope everything is going well in the Muggle home. Bill is staying with us again while he is on vacation, but Charlie is staying in Romania for the summer. Percy wrote and said he is going to stay with him while he does some work for the Ministry there. Too bad we won't get to see Charlie soon. Mum and Dad talked the other night and they said that you could come and stay with us until the begin of the school year. You have to check with your Aunt and Uncle though. Mum said she would write to them if she got the chance, but I didn't think that you would really appreciate that, judging by the last time that happened. See you soon!
Ron
Harry smiled, placing the letter carefully on the corner of his bed. Eyeing the large parcel sitting in front of him, he looked it over then placed it back down. He glanced over at the clock on his desk. "11:07." He said to himself. In nearly an hour, he would be fifteen. None of his birthdays had been very special, but a certain sense of exhilaration was getting him excited. He opened the second letter that Hedwig had dropped of and opened it to reveal a note from Hermione. Two rolls of parchment was soon spread out over Harry's bed. He laughed; this was quite like Hermione.
Dear Harry, I really miss you! I'm sure Ron must as well. I was able to get in contact with him once or twice over the summer holiday. He did mention staying with his family during the last week or so of vacation. I'm sure that would be a lot of fun. Don't you? By the way, I forgot to mention something the last time I wrote. Two years ago, when I was in Paris, I came across another witch about our age named Anna. I enclosed a picture inside the envelope.
Harry opened the envelope and looked inside. Sitting there was a moving picture of a younger Hermione and a girl whom Harry had to wonder how she could possibly be his age. She was quite a bit taller than Hermione, and looked very mature for her age. She was smiling, quite broadly infact, though her eyes had been very heavily administered with black make-up. Jet black Hair fell to her waist, where Harry could see gold and silver bangles and bracelets hanging from her elbows to her wrists on either arm. She was quite attractive in a friendly sort of way, and her smile seemed very inviting. Harry looked the picture over once more and noticed Anna's pale gray eyes. They were beautiful but frightening at the same time. Much like what Mr. Olivander's eyes had looked like almost five years ago when he had told Harry that the tail feather in the wand meant for him was the same feather in the wand that had killed his parents. He glanced back at the note and continued to read.
Anyway, Anna wrote me over the holiday and said she would be coming to Hogwarts for the year! She had been going to Beauxbatons since she was 11, but was actually born in Britain. Her father, who works for the Ministry, had been transferred there when Mary was 3-years-old. If she likes it at Hogwarts, she may be able to stay all the way through seventh year. Just thought you would be interested to hear! She's quite a nice girl. See you at Ron's hopefully!
Love, Hermione PS. Happy Birthday by the way!
Harry placed the card on top of Ron's, then proceeded to open the large parcel in front of him. Inside sat a beautiful cake. Two layers, with chocolate frosting and messy writing: Harry could tell that it was from Hagrid. "To Harry- Happy 15th Birthday!" It said. Harry dipped his finger in the thick frosting and licked it off as he read the note from Hagrid that was propped inside the box, against the cake.
Harry! All's going good with the Muggles I suppose? That cousin of your's been giving you any trouble? Well, I certainly hope he isn't. Dumbledore is letting me continue this year with Care of Magical Creatures classes, bless him. Can't wait'll the year starts! See you, Ron, and Hermione in Diagon Alley before the end of holidays!
Hagrid
Harry smiled once again as he lay back down on his pillow. Then he noticed something and his expression faded. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful for his gifts, he just didn't see any letter from Sirius, and he had been waiting for what felt like weeks. "I guess he's just busy." He said regretfully to himself. I figured that he must be though. Considering the fact that he was an escaped convict running from extermination. Harry was never-the-less, fairly worried. He tried to shake it off as he placed his cards and cake underneath the loose floorboard. He shut his eyes as he covered himself with his stiff sheets and blankets and forgot his worries about Sirius. Finally falling asleep, the girl Anna's face drifted in front of his closed eyes.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of these characters..blah blah..except for Anna. All Hail J.K. Rowling. She rocks the house.
"New Girl"
It was still summer for 14-year-old Harry Potter, and he longed for his life back at Hogwarts. He was looking forward to running in the halls with his two best friends, Ronald Weasly and Hermione Granger once again. Even studying potions seemed to be better than the chaos at the Dursleys' home. His cousin, Dudley, a big, pink whale of a child, had been pestering him constantly for weeks on end. Throwing stones from the front walk-way at his owl Hedwig seemed to be his favorite sport when Harry went to let her out of her cage for the night. The diet that his Aunt Petunia had set up for her porky son nearly one year ago seemed to diminish over the months. She tried her hardest to force sour grapefruits upon him every morning, but he would eat those in a flash and soon move on to Harry's meal, which usually consisted of whatever minuscule left-over was in the ice-box that morning (he even managed to swallow a rotting half a banana recently.) Harry wasn't eating anyway. He spent most of his days writing to his friends and Hagrid, the keeper of grounds at his school. He also wrote, very rarely, to his God- father, Sirius Black. Sirius, an escaped prisoner of the wizard jail, Azkaban, had proven himself innocent to Harry, Hermione, and Ron two years ago, however, few people would take the word of three teenagers, and the majority of the wizarding community still believed him to be extremely dangerous. Harry was forced to send him letters with Hedwig discretely, and was currently waiting eagerly for a reply.
Harry lay in his bed, looking up at the ceiling, listening carefully for the sounds of his relatives dropping off to sleep. He soon heard a loud snore which reassured him that he could confidently take out his school things from the loose floor board underneath his bed. He unscrewed his ink bottle and placed it carefully on the small desk by his bed. Shuffling silently through his stuff, he managed to find his quill, some parchment, and his "Standard Book of Spells Grade 4." Dipping the end of his quill in the bottle of ink, he saw a flash of white feathers outside. He looked up to see Hedwig approaching his room and sat up to open his window accordingly. Hedwig hooted softly as she flew onto Harry's bed and sat waiting for him to open the burden of a tremendous parcel with a letter attached. There was also another letter attached to the other leg. Hedwig let out another, exhausted hoot at the window as she flew over to the other side of the window and pecked at the bowl of water by her cage. Harry turned around to see what seemed to look like a tremendous envelope with red lettering flying in mid-air. As the envelope drew nearer, he recognized the letter not to be enchanted, but was being carried by an extremely small owl about the size of a golf ball. The owl belonged to his friend Ron, and was named-for god knows what reason- Pigwidgeon. The poor owl landed with an excited crash into the wall above Harry's desk and proceeded to slide all the way down onto the cushioning (still rather hard, however) of Harry's bed. The owl panted frantically, but Harry could've sworn that if the bird had lips, it would have been smiling. He waited patiently for Harry to untie the envelope before he flew across the room and into Hedwig's cage to sleep. Harry sensed Hedwig shoot him a rather nasty look that almost screamed "GET HIM OUT OF THERE!" but Harry didn't bother helping her out. He swiftly opened the letter (whose writing Harry now recognized as Ron's) and unfolded the letter onto his bed. The usual, single sheet of parchment managed to take up a lot of surface area on his sheets as he read the carefully written card from Ron.
Dear Harry, Just writing to wish you a Happy Birthday! Hope everything is going well in the Muggle home. Bill is staying with us again while he is on vacation, but Charlie is staying in Romania for the summer. Percy wrote and said he is going to stay with him while he does some work for the Ministry there. Too bad we won't get to see Charlie soon. Mum and Dad talked the other night and they said that you could come and stay with us until the begin of the school year. You have to check with your Aunt and Uncle though. Mum said she would write to them if she got the chance, but I didn't think that you would really appreciate that, judging by the last time that happened. See you soon!
Ron
Harry smiled, placing the letter carefully on the corner of his bed. Eyeing the large parcel sitting in front of him, he looked it over then placed it back down. He glanced over at the clock on his desk. "11:07." He said to himself. In nearly an hour, he would be fifteen. None of his birthdays had been very special, but a certain sense of exhilaration was getting him excited. He opened the second letter that Hedwig had dropped of and opened it to reveal a note from Hermione. Two rolls of parchment was soon spread out over Harry's bed. He laughed; this was quite like Hermione.
Dear Harry, I really miss you! I'm sure Ron must as well. I was able to get in contact with him once or twice over the summer holiday. He did mention staying with his family during the last week or so of vacation. I'm sure that would be a lot of fun. Don't you? By the way, I forgot to mention something the last time I wrote. Two years ago, when I was in Paris, I came across another witch about our age named Anna. I enclosed a picture inside the envelope.
Harry opened the envelope and looked inside. Sitting there was a moving picture of a younger Hermione and a girl whom Harry had to wonder how she could possibly be his age. She was quite a bit taller than Hermione, and looked very mature for her age. She was smiling, quite broadly infact, though her eyes had been very heavily administered with black make-up. Jet black Hair fell to her waist, where Harry could see gold and silver bangles and bracelets hanging from her elbows to her wrists on either arm. She was quite attractive in a friendly sort of way, and her smile seemed very inviting. Harry looked the picture over once more and noticed Anna's pale gray eyes. They were beautiful but frightening at the same time. Much like what Mr. Olivander's eyes had looked like almost five years ago when he had told Harry that the tail feather in the wand meant for him was the same feather in the wand that had killed his parents. He glanced back at the note and continued to read.
Anyway, Anna wrote me over the holiday and said she would be coming to Hogwarts for the year! She had been going to Beauxbatons since she was 11, but was actually born in Britain. Her father, who works for the Ministry, had been transferred there when Mary was 3-years-old. If she likes it at Hogwarts, she may be able to stay all the way through seventh year. Just thought you would be interested to hear! She's quite a nice girl. See you at Ron's hopefully!
Love, Hermione PS. Happy Birthday by the way!
Harry placed the card on top of Ron's, then proceeded to open the large parcel in front of him. Inside sat a beautiful cake. Two layers, with chocolate frosting and messy writing: Harry could tell that it was from Hagrid. "To Harry- Happy 15th Birthday!" It said. Harry dipped his finger in the thick frosting and licked it off as he read the note from Hagrid that was propped inside the box, against the cake.
Harry! All's going good with the Muggles I suppose? That cousin of your's been giving you any trouble? Well, I certainly hope he isn't. Dumbledore is letting me continue this year with Care of Magical Creatures classes, bless him. Can't wait'll the year starts! See you, Ron, and Hermione in Diagon Alley before the end of holidays!
Hagrid
Harry smiled once again as he lay back down on his pillow. Then he noticed something and his expression faded. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful for his gifts, he just didn't see any letter from Sirius, and he had been waiting for what felt like weeks. "I guess he's just busy." He said regretfully to himself. I figured that he must be though. Considering the fact that he was an escaped convict running from extermination. Harry was never-the-less, fairly worried. He tried to shake it off as he placed his cards and cake underneath the loose floorboard. He shut his eyes as he covered himself with his stiff sheets and blankets and forgot his worries about Sirius. Finally falling asleep, the girl Anna's face drifted in front of his closed eyes.