The Teal haired witch

by BeccaRave

A witch named Maia Pomona Amatius comes to Hogwarts. But she is not what everyone thinks she is. All Harry thinks about her is that she is pretty smart and kinda hot. NO PAIRINGS

Chapter 1-

Professor McGonagall was too stressed out for this. The whole summer she has been preparing for the Hogwarts students, young and older, to come. She has spent nights transfiguring for the, well, the thing, and now she has to deal with this.

"Who writes this paper with all the first years?", she thought as she read over the names that she would be calling out at the sorting. Apperantly, someone decided that one first-year's name does not need to be required.

"Who could have thought that?", the tired professor muttered to herself other comments on someone's idiocy. The last name at the bottom of the paper was, well, not a name. It basically was a describtion of a girl. It sayed, "Teal haired 11 year old girl with blue eyes. Ask for name."

That just wasn't how the sorting ceromony worked. A teacher would call your name and then you would go to your house, Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. You don't ask for a first year's name. It just wasn't right.

"Maybe there won't be a blue haired girl there, yeah that is probably it.", the head of Griffindor thought. She then gathered her things and then made the trek down to the great hall to meet the first years and hopefully not meet an awkward situation with a weird student.

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"Potter, Harry!" McGonagall called. She at once fell bad for Harry. It would be tough being surrounded by people gaping at him, but he will pull through, she thought. The messy haired boy walked towards the sorting hat, as if it would snap at him if he got too close. She placed the hat on top of Harry's head and a moment later it shouted,"GRIFFINDOR!". She smiled to herself. It made her happy that he would be a lion just like his parents.

After she finished calling out the names, there was only one student left. The young lady's teal hair came down is waves, like a personal beach. Her pale skin glowed compared to her jet-black robes. But her most distinguished feature was her eyes. Her silver eyes scanned intelligently over the hat and all the teachers. They curved like a cat's, and suddenly her penetrating gaze landed on the head of Griffindor.

"Well, aren't you going call my name?", the mystery girl said. Her cool piercing voice echoed along the hall.

"Erm, young lady, um… what is your name?", the uncertain Professor asked her.

"You don't know my name?", her laughing ringing in everyone's ears, " I guess I will tell you. My name is Maia Pomona Amatius.

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