Chapter One
The Transfer Witch
Harry Potter loaded his packages into the trunk of a cabbie. He had spent most of the holidays with the Weasley's, his favorite family. He looked around. So much had changed since the summer before, the summer before Voldermort had come back.
Harry slammed the trunk door down and slid into the cabbie with Ron, Fred, and George. Ginny, Mr., and Mrs. Weasley were in the other cab.
"How different do you think this year will be Harry?" Ron asked him. Harry shrugged.
"Well at least there will be Quidditch," Fred said. "I was going bonkers last year without it."
"Gryffendor will have to find a new Keeper though," George added. "We'll be hurting without Oliver." George was referring to their old Keeper and captain of their team. Fred and George spent the remaining time talking about who they could possibly get as Keeper and who would be made captain. Harry wished that he was able to join into their friendly conversation, but he couldn't. His mind kept wondering back to Voldermort and the dreams he had been having all summer. They involved an American witch named Basil and Voldermort, but that was all Harry had been able to remember.
Ron and Harry went first into the wall that led to Platform 9 ¾. The looked around for their friend Hermoine.
"She must be on the train already," Ron surmised. Harry nodded, still thinking about the American witch. After saying their good-byes and promising Mrs. Weasley that they would write, they found Hermoine in their usual compartment, but she wasn't alone. There was a very pretty tall dark haired girl, with dark eyes and pale skin, talking to her.
Ron and Harry shared a quizzical look. Hermoine kept talking to the girl and they sat down.
"Harry this is Emily Stephen-Spane," Hermoine said. "Emily this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." Harry noticed that the girl didn't do what normal people did when they were introduced to Harry; she made no attempt to look at his scar.
"Hello," she replied in an American accent. Ron and Harry shared another look.
"Er, you're not from around here are you?" Ron asked.
"Um, no. I'm a transfer student from the Midwest Witches Institute. Hermoine tells me that I am the first transfer student that Hogwart's has had in two hundred years," Emily said. "She said she'd read in IHogwart's: A History/I.
"Of course she read it there," Ron muttered. Hermoine shot Ron a dirty look. Emily didn't seem to notice, her attention was turned towards the door.
Standing in the doorway was one of the people that Harry detested most, Draco Malfoy and his followers Crabbe and Goyle. Ron groaned. The last time that they had seen the three of them, Harry, Hermoine, Ron, Fred, and George had hexed them.
"Looking better than last time I saw you, eh Malfoy?" Ron asked. Malfoy sent Ron a dirty look. And his attention turned to Emily.
"So you're the transfer witch," Malfoy said, sizing Emily up. Emily nodded. "If I were you, I would be much more choosey about who I hung around. You don't want to get mixed up with the Mudbloods." Hermoine's face went red and Emily looked confused.
"What's a Mudblood?" she asked.
"Hermoine," Malfoy muttered.
"That's someone who isn't pure wizard or witch, they have Muggle blood. It's also very derogatory, " Ron explained and shot a look at Malfoy. Emily looked at Malfoy. She stood up and walked over him.
"Which house are you in?" she asked.
"Slytherin," Malfoy replied.
"Well, Malfoy, I'll have to make sure that there is no way in hell that I wind up in that house, especially if everyone is as big of a bigot as you are," Emily replied. Malfoy's pale face scrunched up and he grabbed his wand. Emily had hers out already.
"Cursing the new student already?" Harry heard someone ask. Harry looked up and saw Professor Lupin and a very familiar black dog, Sirius.
"Professor Lupin!" Hermoine said. "Snuffles!"
"Mr. Malfoy, if I were you, I would leave immediately before I tell Professor Dumbledor how welcoming you've been to our American friend," Professor Lupin. Sirius came up and greeted Harry. Malfoy and his cronies left.
The witch with the food cart came around and Harry, Emily, Hermoine, and Ron bought snacks and talked with Professor Lupin. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Hogwarts.
They got off the train and headed towards the carriages.
"Professor Lupin, where do I go?" Emily asked. "I have to be sorted don't I?"
"Go with the first years," Lupin replied. Harry watched Emily head towards Hagrid and the rest of the first years.
"See you Emily!" Harry, Ron, and Hermoine called.
They climbed into a carriage with Neville Longbottom.
"What house do you think she'll be sorted into?" Hermoine asked. "She's really smart. She's going to be a prefect, you know. Dumbledore sent a letter to her."
"Who?" Neville asked.
"The Transfer Witch," Ron explained. "I bet she's a Ravenclaw."
"What about Gryffendor?" Hermoine asked. Ron and Hermoine spent much of the carriage ride, arguing about which house she would be put in.
The Transfer Witch
Harry Potter loaded his packages into the trunk of a cabbie. He had spent most of the holidays with the Weasley's, his favorite family. He looked around. So much had changed since the summer before, the summer before Voldermort had come back.
Harry slammed the trunk door down and slid into the cabbie with Ron, Fred, and George. Ginny, Mr., and Mrs. Weasley were in the other cab.
"How different do you think this year will be Harry?" Ron asked him. Harry shrugged.
"Well at least there will be Quidditch," Fred said. "I was going bonkers last year without it."
"Gryffendor will have to find a new Keeper though," George added. "We'll be hurting without Oliver." George was referring to their old Keeper and captain of their team. Fred and George spent the remaining time talking about who they could possibly get as Keeper and who would be made captain. Harry wished that he was able to join into their friendly conversation, but he couldn't. His mind kept wondering back to Voldermort and the dreams he had been having all summer. They involved an American witch named Basil and Voldermort, but that was all Harry had been able to remember.
Ron and Harry went first into the wall that led to Platform 9 ¾. The looked around for their friend Hermoine.
"She must be on the train already," Ron surmised. Harry nodded, still thinking about the American witch. After saying their good-byes and promising Mrs. Weasley that they would write, they found Hermoine in their usual compartment, but she wasn't alone. There was a very pretty tall dark haired girl, with dark eyes and pale skin, talking to her.
Ron and Harry shared a quizzical look. Hermoine kept talking to the girl and they sat down.
"Harry this is Emily Stephen-Spane," Hermoine said. "Emily this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." Harry noticed that the girl didn't do what normal people did when they were introduced to Harry; she made no attempt to look at his scar.
"Hello," she replied in an American accent. Ron and Harry shared another look.
"Er, you're not from around here are you?" Ron asked.
"Um, no. I'm a transfer student from the Midwest Witches Institute. Hermoine tells me that I am the first transfer student that Hogwart's has had in two hundred years," Emily said. "She said she'd read in IHogwart's: A History/I.
"Of course she read it there," Ron muttered. Hermoine shot Ron a dirty look. Emily didn't seem to notice, her attention was turned towards the door.
Standing in the doorway was one of the people that Harry detested most, Draco Malfoy and his followers Crabbe and Goyle. Ron groaned. The last time that they had seen the three of them, Harry, Hermoine, Ron, Fred, and George had hexed them.
"Looking better than last time I saw you, eh Malfoy?" Ron asked. Malfoy sent Ron a dirty look. And his attention turned to Emily.
"So you're the transfer witch," Malfoy said, sizing Emily up. Emily nodded. "If I were you, I would be much more choosey about who I hung around. You don't want to get mixed up with the Mudbloods." Hermoine's face went red and Emily looked confused.
"What's a Mudblood?" she asked.
"Hermoine," Malfoy muttered.
"That's someone who isn't pure wizard or witch, they have Muggle blood. It's also very derogatory, " Ron explained and shot a look at Malfoy. Emily looked at Malfoy. She stood up and walked over him.
"Which house are you in?" she asked.
"Slytherin," Malfoy replied.
"Well, Malfoy, I'll have to make sure that there is no way in hell that I wind up in that house, especially if everyone is as big of a bigot as you are," Emily replied. Malfoy's pale face scrunched up and he grabbed his wand. Emily had hers out already.
"Cursing the new student already?" Harry heard someone ask. Harry looked up and saw Professor Lupin and a very familiar black dog, Sirius.
"Professor Lupin!" Hermoine said. "Snuffles!"
"Mr. Malfoy, if I were you, I would leave immediately before I tell Professor Dumbledor how welcoming you've been to our American friend," Professor Lupin. Sirius came up and greeted Harry. Malfoy and his cronies left.
The witch with the food cart came around and Harry, Emily, Hermoine, and Ron bought snacks and talked with Professor Lupin. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Hogwarts.
They got off the train and headed towards the carriages.
"Professor Lupin, where do I go?" Emily asked. "I have to be sorted don't I?"
"Go with the first years," Lupin replied. Harry watched Emily head towards Hagrid and the rest of the first years.
"See you Emily!" Harry, Ron, and Hermoine called.
They climbed into a carriage with Neville Longbottom.
"What house do you think she'll be sorted into?" Hermoine asked. "She's really smart. She's going to be a prefect, you know. Dumbledore sent a letter to her."
"Who?" Neville asked.
"The Transfer Witch," Ron explained. "I bet she's a Ravenclaw."
"What about Gryffendor?" Hermoine asked. Ron and Hermoine spent much of the carriage ride, arguing about which house she would be put in.