Mysterious Airs
Chapter 1 - The New Girl
Harry turned in his bed, trying to sleep. He lay in his bed listening to the wind howling, the owls hooting, and all other kinds of night sounds. He looked up, watching the various shadows of objects in the room dance across the ceiling. Sighing, he looked to the bed beside him. Some red hair poking out of the blankets. He smiled, he had been staying at the Weasley's house for the last month of the summer and the next day he would be returning to Hogwarts. Yet, he couldn't sleep. The anxiousness or fear was getting to him. He couldn't wait to go to school, but there was also a part of him that dreaded going. He lay there thoughts racing through his head, until finally his eyelids started to get heavy, they closed as he fell asleep.
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"Harry!" Ron yelled, as he pulled up the shades, letting the sunlight into his room, "Get up, Mate! We'll be late!"
"Wha?" Harry questioned, trying to block the light from his eyes, "Five more minutes…"
"Get up!" Ron smirked, throwing a pillow at Harry's head.
Harry jumped out of bed, wide awake, "Wha?! Oh…alright let's go!"
"…I think you should get changed first," Ron chuckled, staring at Harry's pajamas.
Harry smiled, as he looked around for his clothes.
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Harry, Ron and Ginny had found Hermione and were sharing the last compartment on the train. Several minutes later Ginny had left, looking for her friends.
"So, how did you two do on your O.W.L.s?" Hermione eagerly questioned.
"I got what I needed to get into the Auror lessons, thankfully," Harry sighed, looking out the window.
"That's great Harry!' Hermione said ecstatically, "Ron how about you?"
"Well, my mum was happy with them," Ron chuckled, "I did better than I thought I had."
"That's wonderful…" Hermione said, as she fidgeted with the ends of her sleeves.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, smirking. Hermione looked as if she were holding her breath waiting for them to ask her something. Soon enough she looked as if she would faint.
"So…Hermione…how did you do?" Harry finally asked, trying to stop himself from laughing.
"Oh! I received three E's and everything else were O's," Hermione shrieked, bobbing up and down on her chair.
"That's great, Hermione," Harry and Ron chuckled in unison.
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Everyone entered the Great Hall, chatting as they took their seats. Harry sat down, with Ron on his left and Hermione next to Ron.
"Is that the new Defense Against the Arts professor?" Ron asked, looking up at the staff table.
"Probably, there aren't any other spaces up," Harry said, looking at the professor. He looked around his late twenties, he had short auburn hair, with uneven bangs reaching up to his eyes, giving him a sort of handsome look. He had a good build, not to muscular or to skinny, just about in between. His light blue eyes, scanning the room, as he chuckled at a joke Professor Flitwick was telling him.
"What do you think he'll be like?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.
"As long as he's nothing like Umbridge, I'll be fine with him," Harry snorted, as the Great Hall doors suddenly opened.
"He probably won't, Dumbledore wouldn't let that happen," Hermione said, turning her head to look at the first years.
Professor McGonagall led the first years in. Some looked frightened, other were shivering and the rest looked eager. At the end of the line was a girl a considerable amount of inches taller than all of the first years. She walked in and leaned on the wall. Her hazel eyes scanning the crowd and her waist length black hair, shining due to the candles near her.
"Hey, who's that?" Seamus asked, who was sitting next to Ron, looking at the girl, "She can't be a first year, can she?"
"Of course not, she must be a transfer student," Hermione said, looking to the sorting hat.
"A transfer student?" Harry asked, looking back to the front of the room.
The Sorting Hat finished it's song and everyone clapped in applause. Professor McGonagall then started to read the names of first year students as they were sorted. Their respectable house joining in applause as their houses were called out by the Sorting Hat.
"Since when does Hogwarts take in transfer students?" Harry asked, looking back to the girl, as another Gryffindor was called out, applauding.
"Hasn't been one in a couple of centuries, I think," Ron said, scrunching up his nose, as he joined in the applause.
"Five hundred twenty-two years to be precise," Hermione stated, in a matter of fact tone.
Harry and Ron stared at her, the sorting coming to it's end. Finally the last first year was sorted in to Hufflepuff, as applause sounded from the Hufflepuff table, mostly everyone's gaze turned to either Dumbledore or the girl in the back.
Dumbledore stood, signaling to the girl to walk up, "This year Hogwarts has accepted a transfer student from another school. Miss Morgan Reed, please walk up to the Sorting Hat. Miss Reed here will be entering Hogwarts as a sixth year and I would like to ask that the sixth years help her around, as she has not had the time that you have had to get to know Hogwarts as well."
Morgan looked up and walked down the aisle towards the Sorting Hat and sat down on the stool as Professor McGonagall placed the hat onto her head. She bit her lip slightly, as the Sorting Hat whispered into her ear, a couple of minutes later it finally yelled out, "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table raised with yells and applause. Professor McGonagall smiled at Morgan and took the hat off of her head. Morgan stood and walked towards the table. She looked around and walked to Hermione.
"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit next to you?" Morgan asked, smiling.
"Oh, sure if you want to," Hermione smiled, scooting over a bit.
Dumbledore then stood up a second time, to make his speech, "Now, I would like everyone to welcome our new teacher to Hogwarts. Professor Cornelius Richmond the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher." Applause was heard and Dumbledore continued. "As usual the Forest on the outskirts of the Hogwarts grounds is Forbidden. Also, magic is not allowed in-between corridors. Lastly, Quidditch trials will be held in two weeks. Now I hope everyone a fun year and eat away."
With those last few words, food appeared on the tables and everyone dug in.
"Um, may I ask what your name is?" Morgan asked, turning to Hermione again.
"Oh, Hermione Granger," Hermione replied.
"Nice to meet you Hermione, my name's Morgan Reed," Morgan stated, extending her hand out, as they shook.
"Nice to meet you to," Hermione smiled, nudging Ron with her elbow.
"Oh, um…my name's Ron Weasely," Ron choked out, rubbing his side, as he extended his other hand to shake Morgan's hand.
"Nice to meet you Ron," Morgan replied, shaking his hand.
"And, um, I'm Harry Potter," Harry stated, wiping his hand on his robes and extending it to Morgan.
"Nice to meet you," Morgan smiled, giving him a sort of devious look, as she shook his hand.
Harry looked at Ron, who shrugged and went back to his eating. The four of them started talking and got to know Morgan a bit. Occasionally Ron would burst out laughing, causing some food to spill out of his mouth, which made Hermione shriek in disgust. Harry and Morgan would chuckle in unison at the both of them.
Soon enough the last few people finished off their dinner and the tables were cleared. Hermione and Ron, separated from Harry and Morgan to escort the first years to the Common Room. Harry turned to Morgan smiling.
"Guess it's just you and me," Harry smiled.
"Yeah, um…where are we going?" Morgan asked, looking around, her hair swishing as she turned her head to look at everyone.
"Oh, just follow me," Harry replied, as he walked out of the Great Hall.
"Hey, Potter!" a familiar voice yelled, from behind.
"Mafloy," Harry seethed, turning around, "What do you want?"
"Temper Potter, I see you and the new girl are getting to know each other, Morgan, am I right?" Malfoy asked, looking at her, with a smirk. Crabbe and Goyle standing on either side of him, with the same goofy smirk as Malfoy. Morgan nodded, eyeing Malfoy.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy," Harry stated, glaring at Malfoy.
"Potter, you stuck-up wart," Malfoy retorted, as he made to walk away, Crabbe and Goyle following.
"Arrogant spoiled brat," Harry stated, glaring at Malfoy. Morgan looked at Harry curiously.
"What did you say, Potter?" Malfoy inquired, turning around and looking at Harry.
"Oh, did you not hear that? I'll repeat it then. You are an arrrroggggggannnnttt spooiiillleeeddd bbbrraaattt," Harry said slowly, mocking Malfoy.
"That's it Potter," Malfoy yelled, taking out his wand and pointing it at Harry.
"Hey, didn't Professor Dumbledore say magic was not allowed in between corridors?" Morgan asked, standing in between Harry and Malfoy. Morgan eyed Malfoy with a curious glare, "Now, I'm sure you three have better things to do than pick fights."
Malfoy placed a calculating look on Morgan, smiled and mockingly bowed, as he started to walk passed Harry. He stopped for a brief moment standing a little behind Harry, whispering so low that only Harry could here, "Don't think I've forgotten what you've done to my father, Potter, you'll pay soon enough." With that Draco walked up the stairs, Crabbe and Goyle following.
"Stupid git…" Harry started, taking his hand out of his pocket, as Morgan turned around to look at him, "Why'd you get in between us?"
"Well, Professor McGonagall was coming towards us, now what did you call those things? House Points? She might have taken some off if you two got into a fight, right?" Morgan smiled.
Harry turned around, sure enough Professor McGonagall passed them, giving them a stern look, that said 'get to you rooms.'
"Oh, I didn't see her…" Harry chuckled, placing his head on his head.
"You're a funny one, Potter," Morgan said, smiling as she grabbed Harry's arm, "Now be a good guide and tell me, where do we go?"
"Oh, um…just follow me," Harry said, laughing, as he guided Morgan up a couple of stairs.
TBC…
Note: Hope you liked it so far. Plz R&R. Try not to Flame, but I welcome constructive criticism. ^_^ Thanks a bunches.
Chapter 1 - The New Girl
Harry turned in his bed, trying to sleep. He lay in his bed listening to the wind howling, the owls hooting, and all other kinds of night sounds. He looked up, watching the various shadows of objects in the room dance across the ceiling. Sighing, he looked to the bed beside him. Some red hair poking out of the blankets. He smiled, he had been staying at the Weasley's house for the last month of the summer and the next day he would be returning to Hogwarts. Yet, he couldn't sleep. The anxiousness or fear was getting to him. He couldn't wait to go to school, but there was also a part of him that dreaded going. He lay there thoughts racing through his head, until finally his eyelids started to get heavy, they closed as he fell asleep.
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"Harry!" Ron yelled, as he pulled up the shades, letting the sunlight into his room, "Get up, Mate! We'll be late!"
"Wha?" Harry questioned, trying to block the light from his eyes, "Five more minutes…"
"Get up!" Ron smirked, throwing a pillow at Harry's head.
Harry jumped out of bed, wide awake, "Wha?! Oh…alright let's go!"
"…I think you should get changed first," Ron chuckled, staring at Harry's pajamas.
Harry smiled, as he looked around for his clothes.
~~~~~~~
Harry, Ron and Ginny had found Hermione and were sharing the last compartment on the train. Several minutes later Ginny had left, looking for her friends.
"So, how did you two do on your O.W.L.s?" Hermione eagerly questioned.
"I got what I needed to get into the Auror lessons, thankfully," Harry sighed, looking out the window.
"That's great Harry!' Hermione said ecstatically, "Ron how about you?"
"Well, my mum was happy with them," Ron chuckled, "I did better than I thought I had."
"That's wonderful…" Hermione said, as she fidgeted with the ends of her sleeves.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, smirking. Hermione looked as if she were holding her breath waiting for them to ask her something. Soon enough she looked as if she would faint.
"So…Hermione…how did you do?" Harry finally asked, trying to stop himself from laughing.
"Oh! I received three E's and everything else were O's," Hermione shrieked, bobbing up and down on her chair.
"That's great, Hermione," Harry and Ron chuckled in unison.
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Everyone entered the Great Hall, chatting as they took their seats. Harry sat down, with Ron on his left and Hermione next to Ron.
"Is that the new Defense Against the Arts professor?" Ron asked, looking up at the staff table.
"Probably, there aren't any other spaces up," Harry said, looking at the professor. He looked around his late twenties, he had short auburn hair, with uneven bangs reaching up to his eyes, giving him a sort of handsome look. He had a good build, not to muscular or to skinny, just about in between. His light blue eyes, scanning the room, as he chuckled at a joke Professor Flitwick was telling him.
"What do you think he'll be like?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.
"As long as he's nothing like Umbridge, I'll be fine with him," Harry snorted, as the Great Hall doors suddenly opened.
"He probably won't, Dumbledore wouldn't let that happen," Hermione said, turning her head to look at the first years.
Professor McGonagall led the first years in. Some looked frightened, other were shivering and the rest looked eager. At the end of the line was a girl a considerable amount of inches taller than all of the first years. She walked in and leaned on the wall. Her hazel eyes scanning the crowd and her waist length black hair, shining due to the candles near her.
"Hey, who's that?" Seamus asked, who was sitting next to Ron, looking at the girl, "She can't be a first year, can she?"
"Of course not, she must be a transfer student," Hermione said, looking to the sorting hat.
"A transfer student?" Harry asked, looking back to the front of the room.
The Sorting Hat finished it's song and everyone clapped in applause. Professor McGonagall then started to read the names of first year students as they were sorted. Their respectable house joining in applause as their houses were called out by the Sorting Hat.
"Since when does Hogwarts take in transfer students?" Harry asked, looking back to the girl, as another Gryffindor was called out, applauding.
"Hasn't been one in a couple of centuries, I think," Ron said, scrunching up his nose, as he joined in the applause.
"Five hundred twenty-two years to be precise," Hermione stated, in a matter of fact tone.
Harry and Ron stared at her, the sorting coming to it's end. Finally the last first year was sorted in to Hufflepuff, as applause sounded from the Hufflepuff table, mostly everyone's gaze turned to either Dumbledore or the girl in the back.
Dumbledore stood, signaling to the girl to walk up, "This year Hogwarts has accepted a transfer student from another school. Miss Morgan Reed, please walk up to the Sorting Hat. Miss Reed here will be entering Hogwarts as a sixth year and I would like to ask that the sixth years help her around, as she has not had the time that you have had to get to know Hogwarts as well."
Morgan looked up and walked down the aisle towards the Sorting Hat and sat down on the stool as Professor McGonagall placed the hat onto her head. She bit her lip slightly, as the Sorting Hat whispered into her ear, a couple of minutes later it finally yelled out, "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table raised with yells and applause. Professor McGonagall smiled at Morgan and took the hat off of her head. Morgan stood and walked towards the table. She looked around and walked to Hermione.
"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit next to you?" Morgan asked, smiling.
"Oh, sure if you want to," Hermione smiled, scooting over a bit.
Dumbledore then stood up a second time, to make his speech, "Now, I would like everyone to welcome our new teacher to Hogwarts. Professor Cornelius Richmond the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher." Applause was heard and Dumbledore continued. "As usual the Forest on the outskirts of the Hogwarts grounds is Forbidden. Also, magic is not allowed in-between corridors. Lastly, Quidditch trials will be held in two weeks. Now I hope everyone a fun year and eat away."
With those last few words, food appeared on the tables and everyone dug in.
"Um, may I ask what your name is?" Morgan asked, turning to Hermione again.
"Oh, Hermione Granger," Hermione replied.
"Nice to meet you Hermione, my name's Morgan Reed," Morgan stated, extending her hand out, as they shook.
"Nice to meet you to," Hermione smiled, nudging Ron with her elbow.
"Oh, um…my name's Ron Weasely," Ron choked out, rubbing his side, as he extended his other hand to shake Morgan's hand.
"Nice to meet you Ron," Morgan replied, shaking his hand.
"And, um, I'm Harry Potter," Harry stated, wiping his hand on his robes and extending it to Morgan.
"Nice to meet you," Morgan smiled, giving him a sort of devious look, as she shook his hand.
Harry looked at Ron, who shrugged and went back to his eating. The four of them started talking and got to know Morgan a bit. Occasionally Ron would burst out laughing, causing some food to spill out of his mouth, which made Hermione shriek in disgust. Harry and Morgan would chuckle in unison at the both of them.
Soon enough the last few people finished off their dinner and the tables were cleared. Hermione and Ron, separated from Harry and Morgan to escort the first years to the Common Room. Harry turned to Morgan smiling.
"Guess it's just you and me," Harry smiled.
"Yeah, um…where are we going?" Morgan asked, looking around, her hair swishing as she turned her head to look at everyone.
"Oh, just follow me," Harry replied, as he walked out of the Great Hall.
"Hey, Potter!" a familiar voice yelled, from behind.
"Mafloy," Harry seethed, turning around, "What do you want?"
"Temper Potter, I see you and the new girl are getting to know each other, Morgan, am I right?" Malfoy asked, looking at her, with a smirk. Crabbe and Goyle standing on either side of him, with the same goofy smirk as Malfoy. Morgan nodded, eyeing Malfoy.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy," Harry stated, glaring at Malfoy.
"Potter, you stuck-up wart," Malfoy retorted, as he made to walk away, Crabbe and Goyle following.
"Arrogant spoiled brat," Harry stated, glaring at Malfoy. Morgan looked at Harry curiously.
"What did you say, Potter?" Malfoy inquired, turning around and looking at Harry.
"Oh, did you not hear that? I'll repeat it then. You are an arrrroggggggannnnttt spooiiillleeeddd bbbrraaattt," Harry said slowly, mocking Malfoy.
"That's it Potter," Malfoy yelled, taking out his wand and pointing it at Harry.
"Hey, didn't Professor Dumbledore say magic was not allowed in between corridors?" Morgan asked, standing in between Harry and Malfoy. Morgan eyed Malfoy with a curious glare, "Now, I'm sure you three have better things to do than pick fights."
Malfoy placed a calculating look on Morgan, smiled and mockingly bowed, as he started to walk passed Harry. He stopped for a brief moment standing a little behind Harry, whispering so low that only Harry could here, "Don't think I've forgotten what you've done to my father, Potter, you'll pay soon enough." With that Draco walked up the stairs, Crabbe and Goyle following.
"Stupid git…" Harry started, taking his hand out of his pocket, as Morgan turned around to look at him, "Why'd you get in between us?"
"Well, Professor McGonagall was coming towards us, now what did you call those things? House Points? She might have taken some off if you two got into a fight, right?" Morgan smiled.
Harry turned around, sure enough Professor McGonagall passed them, giving them a stern look, that said 'get to you rooms.'
"Oh, I didn't see her…" Harry chuckled, placing his head on his head.
"You're a funny one, Potter," Morgan said, smiling as she grabbed Harry's arm, "Now be a good guide and tell me, where do we go?"
"Oh, um…just follow me," Harry said, laughing, as he guided Morgan up a couple of stairs.
TBC…
Note: Hope you liked it so far. Plz R&R. Try not to Flame, but I welcome constructive criticism. ^_^ Thanks a bunches.