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Chapter 1: And Her Name is Remy
Dear Diary,
It has come time for me to finally go to the place I have been forbidden to go to by my mother. She was thought to say that it would be better if I stayed in the muggle world and be taught magic by her. Though it was successful and I am stronger than most of the professors, I fear that my fathers influence over my life has done a monumental status upon my power. I received my letter a week a go, I was told that their defense was decreasing and death was in the near future. I have been called to help. Though only one person there knows what great importance I have upon the success or failure, I shall become a commoner. I will stand on the sidelines and help from afar, until the final battle is to come. This mission of great standards upon me shall be accomplished if I do my job, and help protect the boy who lived.
* * *
18-year-old Harry Potter trudged through the common room of Gryffindor House up to his dormitory after a grueling flying lesson. After six years, you would think that they'd stop with the flying lessons. Harry glumly undressed and took a shower. Ten minutes later he stepped out, got dressed and made his way back to the common room where he plopped himself down on a couch next to Ron.
"You know Harry," Ron started. "Being on the Quidditch team, flying shouldn't be so hard for you now." Harry looked over at his best friend and gave him a shut-up-or-I'll-turn-you-into-a-bug-look. "Maybe I should get back to my homework."
Later that night at dinner~~~~~~
"Well I guess we are all glad to see you in a better mood Harry." Hermione said as she watched Harry laugh at one of Ron's stupid jokes.
"Yes, well, it's hard to stay in a glum mood here with all the festivity." Harry replied. Ron shook his head in agreement.
"You two do know why all the festivity, don't you?" Hermione asked.
"There's a reason?" Ron asked.
"Of course! Didn't you see the luggage that was brought up into the girl's dormitory this morning?" Both boys gave her a clueless look. "Well, aren't you guys are very observant."
"Just tell us Hermione." Harry said.
"We're getting a new student." She said excitedly.
"More? We just got a whole bunch last term!" Ron whined. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Not more just one, and not a first year student. I heard that she's coming in for the first time as a 7th year student!"
"Skipping the first 6 years! What are the professors up to now?" Ron questioned.
"Well I heard," Lavender said, butting in. "That this girl's mother didn't have enough money to let her go so she taught her herself. But now that she has enough money, she can come."
"Where did you hear this?" Harry asked curiously.
"I overheard Hooch and McGonagall talking about."
"Still into eavesdropping I see." Hermoine said with a stern look.
"Relax, I was going to talk to McGonagall about the homework when I saw her and Hooch inside the classroom talking. So I casually waited for Hooch to leave. It wasn't my problem if they were talking too loud."
"It is never your problem that the Professors talk to loud now, is it?" Lavender snorted and turned to talk to Parvati.
"Well," Ron said. "This will turn out to be an interesting night don't you think so Harry?" Harry opened his mouth to answer, but was cut short when Professor McGonagall clinked her glass with her fork to gather everyone's attention as Dumbledore stood.
"Well students, I have overheard that some of you have noticed that we are receiving another addition to the Hogwarts family. She has already been sorted into Gryffindor, so we won't be having any ceremony." Groans of disappointment from some of the students filtered throughout the Great Hall. "Now, she will be joining the 7th year students in your classrooms. She's the same age as you 7th years, so don't go groaning about having a younger student with you." Dumbledore quickly glanced at Draco Malfoy who was rolling his eyes.
"I've never seen Professor Dumbledore ramble on so much before." Hermione whispered.
"Well, without further ado. Mr. Filch, could you please bring her in." Mr. Filch nodded his head and push open the large doors just wide enough for a person to fit through.
"You can come in now." Mr. Filch said to the person outside the door. Then through the door came a person in dark blue cloak, the hood covering her head. Once she step through the door closed and the figure moved through the tables up to the front professors' table. As she walked, the heads of all the students watched her every move. To curious to talk, the students were silent. When she reached the front, the figure took one step up, and began to remove her hood. The room held its breath fearing at what she might look like under there. Was she ugly? With a long nose and warts? Or did she have sunken eyes and pouty lips? The girl lowered her hood so it rested on her shoulders. Everyone let out their breath at the sight of her. She wasn't ugly, nor did she have warts or sunken eyes, she was beautiful. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that's end fell down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a deep bluish-violet, cobalt almost. The color of the setting sun. Her nose was "cute", and her lips were perfect and pink. She had only been in there for less than a minute and crushes were already being developed on her, as well as hatred from the girls.
"Students," Dumbledore finally said. "This is our new student. Could you please introduce yourself?" The girl nodded.
"Hello, my name is Remy Morgan." Her voice filled the room with the sounds that the faeries talk.
"Thank you Remy." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes sparkling. "Now, Miss Morgan would like to go straight to her dormitory, so could someone please take her?" Boys hands shot up right away from Gryffindor table, but those of Ron and Harry were not present because Hermione had given them stern looks that meant you do you die. "Hm, let's see here. Ah yes, Harry, could you please escort Miss Morgan to her dormitory?" Harry suddenly stood up as if there was a tack on his chair. He looked down at Ron who gave him the thumbs up, and then at Hermione who glared at him. But Harry just glared back and looked up at Dumbledore.
"Sure Professor." Dumbledore nodded, and motioned for Remy to follow Harry. She caught the professor's eye, and nodded. As she made her way over to where Harry stood, next to Filch at the doors, heads turned to watch her leave. When the doors closed after Harry and Remy, students throughout the Great Hall whispered to each other.
"Did you see her eyes? She's so beautiful!" A Ravenclaw boy was telling his friend.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about." Hermione stated.
"Oh come on Hermione." Ron said. "You know she's pretty." Hermione stared at him, making Ron fidget in his seat.
"Well, yeah. But, there's just something about her that, well, I can't explain it." She looked down at her empty plate then up at Dumbledore who was talking to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Farrell. "There's just something…different."
So…what do you think? Good? Bad? Review please. At least 5 reviews before next chapter.
We (Star and Glade) own some of the spells we made up and some other things.
Chapter 1: And Her Name is Remy
Dear Diary,
It has come time for me to finally go to the place I have been forbidden to go to by my mother. She was thought to say that it would be better if I stayed in the muggle world and be taught magic by her. Though it was successful and I am stronger than most of the professors, I fear that my fathers influence over my life has done a monumental status upon my power. I received my letter a week a go, I was told that their defense was decreasing and death was in the near future. I have been called to help. Though only one person there knows what great importance I have upon the success or failure, I shall become a commoner. I will stand on the sidelines and help from afar, until the final battle is to come. This mission of great standards upon me shall be accomplished if I do my job, and help protect the boy who lived.
* * *
18-year-old Harry Potter trudged through the common room of Gryffindor House up to his dormitory after a grueling flying lesson. After six years, you would think that they'd stop with the flying lessons. Harry glumly undressed and took a shower. Ten minutes later he stepped out, got dressed and made his way back to the common room where he plopped himself down on a couch next to Ron.
"You know Harry," Ron started. "Being on the Quidditch team, flying shouldn't be so hard for you now." Harry looked over at his best friend and gave him a shut-up-or-I'll-turn-you-into-a-bug-look. "Maybe I should get back to my homework."
Later that night at dinner~~~~~~
"Well I guess we are all glad to see you in a better mood Harry." Hermione said as she watched Harry laugh at one of Ron's stupid jokes.
"Yes, well, it's hard to stay in a glum mood here with all the festivity." Harry replied. Ron shook his head in agreement.
"You two do know why all the festivity, don't you?" Hermione asked.
"There's a reason?" Ron asked.
"Of course! Didn't you see the luggage that was brought up into the girl's dormitory this morning?" Both boys gave her a clueless look. "Well, aren't you guys are very observant."
"Just tell us Hermione." Harry said.
"We're getting a new student." She said excitedly.
"More? We just got a whole bunch last term!" Ron whined. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Not more just one, and not a first year student. I heard that she's coming in for the first time as a 7th year student!"
"Skipping the first 6 years! What are the professors up to now?" Ron questioned.
"Well I heard," Lavender said, butting in. "That this girl's mother didn't have enough money to let her go so she taught her herself. But now that she has enough money, she can come."
"Where did you hear this?" Harry asked curiously.
"I overheard Hooch and McGonagall talking about."
"Still into eavesdropping I see." Hermoine said with a stern look.
"Relax, I was going to talk to McGonagall about the homework when I saw her and Hooch inside the classroom talking. So I casually waited for Hooch to leave. It wasn't my problem if they were talking too loud."
"It is never your problem that the Professors talk to loud now, is it?" Lavender snorted and turned to talk to Parvati.
"Well," Ron said. "This will turn out to be an interesting night don't you think so Harry?" Harry opened his mouth to answer, but was cut short when Professor McGonagall clinked her glass with her fork to gather everyone's attention as Dumbledore stood.
"Well students, I have overheard that some of you have noticed that we are receiving another addition to the Hogwarts family. She has already been sorted into Gryffindor, so we won't be having any ceremony." Groans of disappointment from some of the students filtered throughout the Great Hall. "Now, she will be joining the 7th year students in your classrooms. She's the same age as you 7th years, so don't go groaning about having a younger student with you." Dumbledore quickly glanced at Draco Malfoy who was rolling his eyes.
"I've never seen Professor Dumbledore ramble on so much before." Hermione whispered.
"Well, without further ado. Mr. Filch, could you please bring her in." Mr. Filch nodded his head and push open the large doors just wide enough for a person to fit through.
"You can come in now." Mr. Filch said to the person outside the door. Then through the door came a person in dark blue cloak, the hood covering her head. Once she step through the door closed and the figure moved through the tables up to the front professors' table. As she walked, the heads of all the students watched her every move. To curious to talk, the students were silent. When she reached the front, the figure took one step up, and began to remove her hood. The room held its breath fearing at what she might look like under there. Was she ugly? With a long nose and warts? Or did she have sunken eyes and pouty lips? The girl lowered her hood so it rested on her shoulders. Everyone let out their breath at the sight of her. She wasn't ugly, nor did she have warts or sunken eyes, she was beautiful. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that's end fell down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a deep bluish-violet, cobalt almost. The color of the setting sun. Her nose was "cute", and her lips were perfect and pink. She had only been in there for less than a minute and crushes were already being developed on her, as well as hatred from the girls.
"Students," Dumbledore finally said. "This is our new student. Could you please introduce yourself?" The girl nodded.
"Hello, my name is Remy Morgan." Her voice filled the room with the sounds that the faeries talk.
"Thank you Remy." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes sparkling. "Now, Miss Morgan would like to go straight to her dormitory, so could someone please take her?" Boys hands shot up right away from Gryffindor table, but those of Ron and Harry were not present because Hermione had given them stern looks that meant you do you die. "Hm, let's see here. Ah yes, Harry, could you please escort Miss Morgan to her dormitory?" Harry suddenly stood up as if there was a tack on his chair. He looked down at Ron who gave him the thumbs up, and then at Hermione who glared at him. But Harry just glared back and looked up at Dumbledore.
"Sure Professor." Dumbledore nodded, and motioned for Remy to follow Harry. She caught the professor's eye, and nodded. As she made her way over to where Harry stood, next to Filch at the doors, heads turned to watch her leave. When the doors closed after Harry and Remy, students throughout the Great Hall whispered to each other.
"Did you see her eyes? She's so beautiful!" A Ravenclaw boy was telling his friend.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about." Hermione stated.
"Oh come on Hermione." Ron said. "You know she's pretty." Hermione stared at him, making Ron fidget in his seat.
"Well, yeah. But, there's just something about her that, well, I can't explain it." She looked down at her empty plate then up at Dumbledore who was talking to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Farrell. "There's just something…different."
So…what do you think? Good? Bad? Review please. At least 5 reviews before next chapter.