The Wrath of Flame ~ Part I
Hermione sat on the Hogwarts Express petting her cat who purred affectionately. Pig lay their in Ron's hair playing with it. The Hogwarts Express moved. The cat eyed the owl, mischievously.
"Stupid cat and stupid bird!" Ron moaned.
"Oh Ron, HUSH!" Hermione said.
Their least favorite person came by to see them.
"Nice to see you Mud-Blood and Weasel!" Malfoy exclaimed sarcastically. "Where's Potter? Flirting with Cho? You must be disappointed Mud-Blood."
The next thing Malfoy realized was a hand coming across his face and Hermione's reply, "No I'm not. Thanks for being so concerned. Wouldn't expect that from a son of a death-eater."
Malfoy smiled and turned to go find Crabbe and Goyle. It seemed like he couldn't defend himself well without them.
Harry Potter walked in and sat by Hermione who looked at him funny.
"Couldn't find Cho?" Hermione asked, a tid bit acidly.
"What do you care? You have Ron!" Harry replied in the same tone.
"Guys!!! Don't do what you did last year! Please!" Ron pleaded.
"She started it!"
Ron and Hermione sighed.
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They sat at the Gryffindor table all through the sorting feast. They watched every first year get sorted. Some kids had brothers and sisters that Harry was good friends with. Dumbledore stood up at the end of the sorting. He usually made food appear and welcome the new students. He didn't though.
A young girl who looked about Harry's age stood next to him. She had jet-black hair and gray eyes. Dumbledore pulled the girl in front of him and began to speak.
"This is Eloisa. She has transferred here from a school in the United States of America. She hasn't been sorted yet. Which I will do right now. I hope you will be extremely kind to her like you are to your other fellow students."
Dumbledore eyed the Slytherin table and placed the sorting hat on her head.
"Sly-" it began to shout but stopped.
"Ra-" again it stopped.
"GRYF-" it stopped.
"FINDOR!" it continued.
Dumbledore raised a brow.
"Gryffindor it is!"
* : * : *
Everyone walked to the dorms to go to bed. Hermione was talking with Eloisa who just happened to be in her year, sixth.
"I hated it at Gooseberry Academy! I hope it's better here!" Eloisa said, looking down.
"It will be!" Hermione replied.
"Dumbledore...Why did Eloisa transfer?" Professor McGonagall asked, extremely curious.
"You don't want to know," Dumbledore stated, looking McGonagall in the eye.