GOOD NEWS at Hogwarts!
Summary: In a world where Voldemort doesn't exist, Harry Potter is a popular Quidditch hero at Hogwarts. What will fellow Gryffindor, Hermione Granger do when she falls for Harry who only has eyes for gold-digger Cho Chang?
Caveat: Alternate Universe. Characters OOC. Based upon the musical GOOD NEWS (1947). JK Rowling owns the setting and the characters.
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Welcome to Hogwarts in a world where Voldemort and the Deatheaters never existed. A time when the wizarding community was at peace. A time when NEWTS and Quidditch dominated the students' minds.
It was the beginning of the school year and all the students had finally settled in. Due to the ever-increasing size of the student body, Professor Dumbledore has authorized that a village be built along the outskirts of the castle in order to house the 6th and 7th years. The Head Boy and Head Girl or Prefects of their respective houses in will supervise these buildings so to give the older students a sense of freedom. Classes and meals will still be held inside the castle.
Ginny was especially thrilled to start the school year living outside the castle. Her best friend, and roommate Hermione Granger was made Head Girl. Living with four brothers was not easy, and she particularly welcomed this opportunity.
Checking her watch, she quickly made her way out the door and down the front porch stairs. Seamus, Neville and Lavender waved as Ginny rushed past a group of students sitting on the steps over to them.
"Hey Ginny!" Seamus greeted.
"Hey guys," Ginny replied.
"We're going to watch Quidditch practice," said Neville, "Do you want to come?"
"No, thank you. I'm off to class," she frowned.
Neville glanced past her, "Hey look!" he nudged his head, "There's the headmaster."
Everyone turned around to see Dumbledore and an extremely pretty girl with long black hair walk through the front doors.
"Wow, get a load of that!" Seamus dropped his jaw.
"Who is it?" Neville asked.
Lavender rolled her eyes, "She's the new student living in our building."
"A transfer from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic," Ginny added with a touch of aristocratic tone in her voice.
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"And I do hope you like it here Miss Chang," the Headmaster said graciously, extending his hand.
"I love it already, Professor Dumbledore," Shaking his hand, Cho grinned enthusiastically, "You've been absolutely charmant."
"Goodbye then," said Professor Dumbledore disappearing back through the doors.
"Au Revoir," she called back. Cho took in her surroundings. Noticing that every male student around the porch was jaw-dropped and staring at her, she smirked and with a wave of superiority, strolled, slowly and seductively down the stairs.
She spotted Ginny on the sidewalk and made her way towards the group. "Hello, Ginny," she waved.
"Hello Chang," Ginny replied. She turned to the group to formally introduce her. "Everybody, this is Cho Chang." She motioned her hand at Cho.
"Hey Cho," greeted the two jaw-dropped Gryffindors in unison.
Cho smiled sweetly and nodded to each of the boys, "Enchantee. Enchantee." With that, she walked off with a slight sway in her hips.
"Hey, wait till Harry Potter gets a load of that!" said Seamus as he stared after her.
Ginny sighed, "How men will fall for a pretty face."
"You said it," Lavender agreed, shaking her head.
Neville tapped Ginny on the arm, "Last chance to go to the Quidditch Pitch."
"Oh shit! I'm late for Potions!" Ginny now realized, "So long kids!" she yelled before rushing off to the castle.
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After a grueling Quidditch practice, the team, covered in dirt and sweat, marched into Gryffindor locker room. Oliver Wood, former captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team was asked by Professor McGonagall to coach the team shortly after he graduated.
As the team unloaded their equipment, Wood brought on one of his famous post-practice pep talks.
"Everyone, I hate to say it, but that was a pretty nice practice," he began by giving everyone notes, "Katie, watch your passing. Potter, nice catch on the snitch." Wood shifted his attention to the redheaded player wiping his face with a towel. "And Weasley," he said grimly, "I'll get to you later."
Wood looked over at Dean, an alternate member that will most likely spend most of his time on the bench. Donned in his spotless Quidditch robe, he started running in place over by the lockers.
"What are you doing?" asked Wood.
"I'm just warming it up," Dean explained, "Can't hang up a cold uniform."
Wood shook his head, "Come on Dean, take that uniform off."
Dean stopped running, a look of disappointment flushed over his face, "But I never get to wear it. I like to keep it on till the last minute." He looked down at his robes, "I even rub a little dirt on it just to convince myself I'm on the team," he admitted sheepishly.
Harry patted him on the back as he went for his locker. "Don't worry Dean," he assured him, "You'll get off the bench this year."
"I hope so," Dean replied glumly, "All the girls want Quidditch stars."
"Well, I guess that's about all," Wood announced, "You can go to the party tonight."
The team responded with a roar of cheers.
"And you can stay out till 10:00," Wood finished.
The team responded with a series of groans.
"Listen, you crybabies!" Wood bellowed, "You're not going to be so social this year. We're not running a wizard's chess tournament. I want you all out for early practice!" His voice echoed throughout the room, "And don't forget, he warned, "this is just the beginning. The first game against Slytherin is just a week off!"
Wood went over to Harry, who was retrieving a towel from his locker. He gave his seeker a big pat on the back, "Good going Potter," he said, "You'll be better than last year."
"We're going to win every game this year," Harry boasted, "Gryffindor will win the cup!"
"Don't say it," Wood warned him tentatively, "Think it, but don't say it out loud. The evil spirits don't like it. And another thing, Harry" he added, "You've got to stay away from girls this year. Remember, you're a Quidditch player, not Casanova."
"Don't worry," Harry reassured him, "Girls won't interfere with how I play. I can take them or leave them."
Wood eyed over at Ron, now sitting on one of the benches near the lockers "I wish another player could say the same."
The coach sat down beside his Keeper and asked sternly, "Where were you today?"
"Right here by the goals," Ron muttered.
"Oh yeah?" said Wood, "Your delicate body may have been there, but that head of yours was off someplace."
"You're right coach," he replied, "but it's not what you think." Ron had the disturbing privilege of witnessing Ginny and Michael Corner snogging at the Burrow this past summer. After that break up, Ron vowed to protect his baby sister by scaring off every guy that fancies her.
"I'll be alright," Ron told him, "I read somewhere that you shouldn't have any repressed hostilities," he explained, "If you got something inside if you, you should let it come out." Ron raised his voice so that everyone in the room can hear him, "So I want to announce right now," he stood up abruptly, "That if I catch anyone near my baby sister Ginny, I'll kill him!"
Dean, who was in the process of taking off his uniform gulped nervously at the sound of this.
"Wow," one of the teammates replied, "That's love."
After a nice shower and a change of clothes later, Harry and Dean were the only ones left in the locker room.
"Come on Dean, hurry up," said Harry; after he finished tying his shoes, "We better get going."
Dean adjusted his sweater, "Hey Harry, have you met the new bombshell yet?"
"Who?"
"The new transfer from the Beauxbatons, Cho Chang. She's staying over at the girls Gryffindor house," he answered, "And she's burning up Hogwarts inch by inch. Haven't you seen her?"
Harry chuckled, "I let the girls come to see me."
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Later that day, the girls started to organize for the party, which was to be held at the girls Gryffindor house. As Head Girl, Hermione does not approve of having any house-elves working for them. So all the girls got together to decorate, set out refreshments and store away anything that could be used as a Quaffle.
"If I do anymore of this, I won't have strength for the party," Ginny complained to Lavender, who was feeling as exhausted as she was.
"What do you need strength for? The boys' curfew is at 10."
"That's just the team," Ginny replied, "I'm through with Quidditch players who has to be in by 10." A smile grew on her lips, "My new passion is Dean Thomas."
Overhearing, Parvati said, "That skeleton? He's got about as much appeal a string bean. He's nothing."
"Yeah, he's nothing," responded Ginny, "He's on the alternate team. He can stay out all night," a dreamy expression moved across her face. "I'm mad about him."
"Does the lucky boy know about this?" Lavender laughed
"No," she answered beaming, "but he will tonight."
Just then, one of the Gryffindor girls marched down the stairs enraged. "Of all the nerve, she can't do this to me!" she screamed, "Where's Hermione?"
The girls in the living room gathered around her. "Hey look at that thing! What is that?" Ginny asked, pointing to the hot pink and silver garment draped over her arm.
"Cho Chang's dress robe," she announced in a huff.
The girls stared at the pink vibrant robe, covered in sparkling silver strands. Subtle it was not.
"She made me fix it for her," the girl continued, "I don't have to do that! I'm going to tell Hermione."
"Come on," said Ginny, "she's in the kitchen."
The group followed them into the kitchen where a bunch of students were preparing the refreshments for tonight.
"Hermione!" the girl with the garment called out, "Hermione!"
"I'm over here!" Hermione responded from under the sink. She has been spending the past hour examining it to see what the problem was.
The girl crouched down to Hermione's level. "Hermione, do you know what she asked me to do? Sew some beads on her dress."
"Who does she think she is, Marie Antoinette?" Hermione replied, her face hidden under the sink, "Hand me my wand, would you?"
"Maybe you can say something to her," the girl pleaded.
"I don't know what'd I like to say to her," she said, "Hey, hand me a rag, would you?"
Hermione poked her head out to retrieve the rag when the pink, shimmering robe caught the corner of her eye. She immediately stopped working on the sink and crawled out. "Holy smoke!" she exclaimed, getting on her feet.
She picked up the garment from the girl and examined it, "Is this the robe?"
"What do you think of it?" Ginny asked.
Hermione wanted to say that it looked as if it came out of the Las Vegas showgirl's dressing room. "Where does it need fixing?" she asked.
The girl quietly murmured, "It doesn't anymore. I fixed it."
"You didn't!"
"Well," she explained, scratching her head, "I already fixed it before I remembered to get mad."
Hermione, with the robe in hand, made her way past the girls, "I think I better go have a little talk with Miss Chang."
"Don't have harsh words with her," one of the girls reasoned, "She's new and doesn't know any better."
"You're right." Hermione said sardonically, "After all, she just transferred out of Beauxbatons, and its not like rules of courtesy just apply everywhere."
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Hope you enjoy it. This chapter is just an introduction. Please Review. It took so long to write.