Isabel
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only the plot, the whole plot and nothing but the plot
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Chapter 1
About a girl
Isabel could hear soft voices whisper around her, but she couldn't open her eyes to see who was talking. She knew the voices were familiar, but they were not making any kind of sense. They kept talking about where she had come from, as if they didn't know her.
"I'm telling you, Albus, she just appeared out of no where".
Isabel was beginning to open her eyes.
"Wait, I think she is waking up."
"Where am I? What's going on?" Isabel groaned. Her head hurt quite a bit. She couldn't remember how she got here.
"Hello dear, I'm Professor Dumbledore. Can you tell me what your name is?"
"Isabel"
"Well, Isabel, can you tell us what happened?'
"I don't know Sir. I really don't know what's going on. I can only tell you my head hurts quite a bit."
"We've found you at the bottom of the stairs, you were unconscious. And we also have found this. I suppose it is yours?" He held up the pieces of a broken time-turner.
"I really don't know, Sir. I haven't the slightest idea.".
"I think you've had an accident with the time-turner. Because you've got struck on your head, your memory is erased. I hope it is temporary, but we can't do anything as long as you can't remember where you came from."
"What are we going to do with her, Professor?" A man with shoulder-length black hair stepped forth and came in her view. She also noticed an older woman with her brown hair in a tight bun.
"Well, since she is here, she might as well stay here in some of her own quarters and take part in the lessons. I think she is about seventeen years old, so we shall place her in the seventh year. But she has got to be sorted in a House. Please, Minerva, would you be so kind to get the Sorting Hat?"
The woman took a very ragged old hat and gave it to Professor Dumbledore. He placed the hat gently on top of Isabel's head. It easily covered her eyes and ears.
"So, what have we got here? A new student, eh? I have the strange feeling you have been sorted before, but I do not know of it. Your mind clearly states you have been sorted into Gryffindor already, but I think you would do quite a good job in Slytherin. But it better be GRYFFINDOR!!
"Well, Minerva, Severus, you've heard what the Sorting Hat just said. Tomorrow she will meet her new class. I think it is better for her that she stays tonight with you, Minerva," said Professor Dumbledore.
"I agree Albus, and Severus, maybe you could make her a Sleeping Potion? Come on child, let's go. You've had enough for one day".
"Goodnight Isabel and don't you worry, I do hope your stay here will be temporary, but for now we try to make thinks just as comfortable as possible for you."
Isabel nodded. "Goodnight Professor".
As soon as the door closed behind Professor McGonagall and Isabel, Professor Dumbledore fell down in his chair. "Sooner or later this had to happen, Severus" he said. "We can only hope that she will regain her memory soon. Then she can tell us where, or better, when she came from".
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Professor McGonagall walked with Isabel through the corridors to her rooms. They were decorated in red and gold colours and Isabel felt immediately safe in her new surroundings.
"Please, Isabel, feel free to use the bathroom. I have to talk to some one else, but when I come back I will bring you some food".
"Thanks, Professor" said Isabel and she went in the bathroom. She really could use a hot bath.
***
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on the big couch in front of the fire, chatting about their visit to Hagrid that afternoon.
"I always knew Hagrid was fond of dangerous creatures, but even I never thought that he might come up with one of those" Harry said.
All three of them silenced at once when Professor McGonagall entered the Common Room. It was very unusual for her to visit. "Miss Granger, may I have a word please?"
Hermione stood up and followed the Professor.
"As you are the Head Girl, I have to tell you something. A few hours ago we've found a girl at the foot of the stairs near the dungeons. At that time she was unconscious. She was clutching a time-turner, so we think she had an accident with it. Unfortunately, she doesn't remember where or when she came from. She doesn't remember anything, only that her name is Isabel. She's been sorted in Gryffindor and she is about your age, so she will be in your class. I trust you to make her stay here as nice as possible ".
Hermione had listened to her Professor without interrupting her, but she had a lot of questions. "Professor."she began, but stopped when Professor McGonagall raised her hand. "This is all I can tell you, Miss Granger. We don't have any more information. Please come to my room tomorrow before breakfast so I can introduce Isabel. Goodnight miss Granger". With these words Professor McGonagall left the room and left Hermione behind.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron. Hermione explained what the Professor had told her.
"Well, I'm going to bed" she yawned and stood up. As she walked the steps up to her room she had to admit that she was very curious about the girl.
But she wasn't the only one. "I hope she is pretty" "I hope she is good at Quidditch" "Well, let's hope she's pretty AND good at Quidditch"
Hermione sighed. Boys.. What to do with them?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only the plot, the whole plot and nothing but the plot
***
Chapter 1
About a girl
Isabel could hear soft voices whisper around her, but she couldn't open her eyes to see who was talking. She knew the voices were familiar, but they were not making any kind of sense. They kept talking about where she had come from, as if they didn't know her.
"I'm telling you, Albus, she just appeared out of no where".
Isabel was beginning to open her eyes.
"Wait, I think she is waking up."
"Where am I? What's going on?" Isabel groaned. Her head hurt quite a bit. She couldn't remember how she got here.
"Hello dear, I'm Professor Dumbledore. Can you tell me what your name is?"
"Isabel"
"Well, Isabel, can you tell us what happened?'
"I don't know Sir. I really don't know what's going on. I can only tell you my head hurts quite a bit."
"We've found you at the bottom of the stairs, you were unconscious. And we also have found this. I suppose it is yours?" He held up the pieces of a broken time-turner.
"I really don't know, Sir. I haven't the slightest idea.".
"I think you've had an accident with the time-turner. Because you've got struck on your head, your memory is erased. I hope it is temporary, but we can't do anything as long as you can't remember where you came from."
"What are we going to do with her, Professor?" A man with shoulder-length black hair stepped forth and came in her view. She also noticed an older woman with her brown hair in a tight bun.
"Well, since she is here, she might as well stay here in some of her own quarters and take part in the lessons. I think she is about seventeen years old, so we shall place her in the seventh year. But she has got to be sorted in a House. Please, Minerva, would you be so kind to get the Sorting Hat?"
The woman took a very ragged old hat and gave it to Professor Dumbledore. He placed the hat gently on top of Isabel's head. It easily covered her eyes and ears.
"So, what have we got here? A new student, eh? I have the strange feeling you have been sorted before, but I do not know of it. Your mind clearly states you have been sorted into Gryffindor already, but I think you would do quite a good job in Slytherin. But it better be GRYFFINDOR!!
"Well, Minerva, Severus, you've heard what the Sorting Hat just said. Tomorrow she will meet her new class. I think it is better for her that she stays tonight with you, Minerva," said Professor Dumbledore.
"I agree Albus, and Severus, maybe you could make her a Sleeping Potion? Come on child, let's go. You've had enough for one day".
"Goodnight Isabel and don't you worry, I do hope your stay here will be temporary, but for now we try to make thinks just as comfortable as possible for you."
Isabel nodded. "Goodnight Professor".
As soon as the door closed behind Professor McGonagall and Isabel, Professor Dumbledore fell down in his chair. "Sooner or later this had to happen, Severus" he said. "We can only hope that she will regain her memory soon. Then she can tell us where, or better, when she came from".
***
Professor McGonagall walked with Isabel through the corridors to her rooms. They were decorated in red and gold colours and Isabel felt immediately safe in her new surroundings.
"Please, Isabel, feel free to use the bathroom. I have to talk to some one else, but when I come back I will bring you some food".
"Thanks, Professor" said Isabel and she went in the bathroom. She really could use a hot bath.
***
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on the big couch in front of the fire, chatting about their visit to Hagrid that afternoon.
"I always knew Hagrid was fond of dangerous creatures, but even I never thought that he might come up with one of those" Harry said.
All three of them silenced at once when Professor McGonagall entered the Common Room. It was very unusual for her to visit. "Miss Granger, may I have a word please?"
Hermione stood up and followed the Professor.
"As you are the Head Girl, I have to tell you something. A few hours ago we've found a girl at the foot of the stairs near the dungeons. At that time she was unconscious. She was clutching a time-turner, so we think she had an accident with it. Unfortunately, she doesn't remember where or when she came from. She doesn't remember anything, only that her name is Isabel. She's been sorted in Gryffindor and she is about your age, so she will be in your class. I trust you to make her stay here as nice as possible ".
Hermione had listened to her Professor without interrupting her, but she had a lot of questions. "Professor."she began, but stopped when Professor McGonagall raised her hand. "This is all I can tell you, Miss Granger. We don't have any more information. Please come to my room tomorrow before breakfast so I can introduce Isabel. Goodnight miss Granger". With these words Professor McGonagall left the room and left Hermione behind.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron. Hermione explained what the Professor had told her.
"Well, I'm going to bed" she yawned and stood up. As she walked the steps up to her room she had to admit that she was very curious about the girl.
But she wasn't the only one. "I hope she is pretty" "I hope she is good at Quidditch" "Well, let's hope she's pretty AND good at Quidditch"
Hermione sighed. Boys.. What to do with them?