We will Never be the Same
Category: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Astrid, she's my project hehe.
Summary: Astrid Chennault has just moved from the states to London and she's not too happy about. She had to leave behind her life and not to mention an incredibly delicious boyfriend, Kyle. She now finds herself on the brink of her first day at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Oh did I forget to mention she was a witch? Well Astrid is an amazing young witch brimming with power who is about to embark upon a journey that will change her life forever when she meets the aristocratic blond bad boy of Slytherin.
Chapter 1: New Beginnings
"Welcome to Hogwarts Ms. Chennault. I trust your ride over here was pleasant?" said my new headmaster with a twinkle in his eye. His name was Albus Dumbledore and he had a strange sense of humor if he thought waiting five hours in a floo line to only get covered in soot was a pleasant journey. I coughed up more soot before I answered sarcastically, "Of course, flooing is my favorite means of travel, and it's so very quick." Dumbledore chuckled before replying, " Yes, I don't always enjoy traveling by fireplace myself, we desperately need someone who can apparate with students internationally as to avoid that unfortunate means of travel." A pregnant silence filled the room before Dumbledore filled it with, "So would you like to see your class schedule and there is the question of where you will be sorted…."
" Sorted?" I replied curiously. " Yes, at Hogwarts we sort students into four different houses based on personality so you can be with people you will get along with." Dumbledore said as if he knew something else about this I did not. " Well usually we sort you when you start school at age eleven when young children's personalities have yet to truly show themselves, but seeing as your sixteen and you have developed yours quite a bit more I will let you pick your house without the sorting hat." He finished.
"Sorting hat?" I asked again curiously. Dumbledore explained the concepts of the sorting hat and the houses to me but I decided it was only fair I get sorted the same way everyone else did and plus I really didn't know that much about me yet. I was only sixteen.
He placed the tattered looking hat on my head and I waited. A voice suddenly appeared in my mind that was not my own, "Hmmm… Never expected to see this young mind and at such a late age, all the way from the states. Well, you have a good mind; practical, independent, and… mysterious. Your mind is riddled with many secrets you haven't unlocked yet, but I believe will begin to come to life soon. Well I would have to say Ravenclaw or Gryffindor; it's your choice lass. Which will it be? The brave of heart or the quick witted?" I sat and thought about it for a moment. "Well I like the idea that I am quick witted, so let's go with Ravenclaw."
"Ravenclaw!" the hat yelled before it spoke no more. "Well now that, that is settled I will escort you down to your new house table and will have one of your house mates show you around," Dumbledore said with finality.
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"What is all the bloody commotion?" An irritated Draco Malfoy questioned. " New student," Pansy Parkinson responded boredly.
" What kind of new student?" Draco said curiously. " I don't know Drakie, some sixth year girl from the states that's what I heard, " Pansy crooned back. Draco gave her a disgusted look, he hated when she called him that, like a pet name. Yuck, like he'd ever be with Pansy, let alone have pet names. He turned his back to her a asked his best friend Blaise Zabini, " Do you think she'll be hot?"
" I don't know, I hope so though, girls around here are slim pickings and I heard American girls are so easy," Blaise responded hopefully. "I know if I have to look at Pansy one more time I think I'll lose it. I mean she's good for fooling around with, but that's all she'll ever be good for." Pansy sitting right next to him stood up quickly and ran out of the great hall crying. Blaise chuckled, "Yeah she's running now but later she'll be coming back for Drakie time!" Draco sneered at him before turning to see the great hall doors fly open.' Surely Pansy hasn't returned that'-but the thought died in his mind as he saw her walk through the doors.
She was absolutely gorgeous. She was about 5'7" with long rich red hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves. She was curvy in all the right places with plump but small breasts, and a nice round bum. She wasn't skinny but just right. Her body was sick, toned in all the right places. Her gray blue eyes caught his icy ones and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. She quickly looked away and followed Dumbledore to the Ravenclaw table. Draco knew he needed her on his arm, she was the ultimate arm candy, but he had a feeling she would be a spitfire and that didn't discourage him at all.
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Astrid followed Dumbledore through many corridors till they reached two very tall iron doors. Dumbledore pushed them open and they were bathed in the warm glow of the great hall. She looked around with wonder at all the pairs of eyes watching her. She was terrified, and frozen to that spot. After being nudged by the headmaster she walked forward trying to look as confident as possible but then she saw him.
He was gorgeous. He was tall, and blond! She loved blondes. His icy blue eyes met her cool grey ones and she had to look away. He was so perfect, chiseled bone structure and aristocratic nose, and that smirk made her go weak in the knees. Before she could think anything else about her Adonis she was whisked over to what must be the Ravenclaw table. Dumbledore led her over to a blond girl with dreamy eyes. She seemed to not even notice us till Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Hello Ms. Lovegood, I was wondering if you would mind showing Ms. Chennault around the school and help her get aquainted with everyone."
"Of course headmaster I would love to." Her calm voice matched her dreamy eyes well. She seemed like someone I could see myself hanging out with, very down-to-earth. Wait did she have radishes as earrings? But before I could reflect much further Ms. Lovegood was leading me down the halls showing me where all the classrooms were. I would be lucky to remember this by morning I was so overwhelmed. I don't know how I got through that night because I barely remember it but I couldn't get my mind off of that beautiful blonde boy. I wanted to know who he was and what he was, because surely someone this amazing could not be human.