Hahaha, so yeah I decided to write a story about Mary-Sue's attacking the school. Wow, this is will be fun. I don't have a problem with Mary-Sue's but this just looked like so much fun I couldn't resist. If someone is a Mary-Sue lover and doesn't agree with this story- I'm not actually trying to be mean- I swear. I'm kind of writing a Mary-Sue. Only- she's just kind of there- while the main characters do their thing…..stuffing her face…….not a real important character….but still fun to mess around with.

So yeah, of course, our Mary-Sues will be transfer students from America, as they all are. And they will be, of course, extremely pretty- and grabbing the attention of all the fellows. This should be fun.

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Another beautiful day for Hogwarts students. The sun was shining luminously with no clouds in sight. Harry Potter stared up at the vast blue sky, lost in his thoughts. The rays of the golden orb warmed Harry's pale cheeks as he stretched his arms over his head sleepily. He had finally finished writing his Potions essay out on the green lawn of Hogwarts. One of his best friends, Hermione, was laid out on a blanket a few feet away. Of course she had finished hours before, all the while chastising Harry and his other best friend, a surrogate brother, Ron Weasley, who was still working on his essay- mumbling incoherent words, about not finishing their essays sooner. After a few more mumblings on Ron's part, he sprung his head up and slapped his quill down onto his parchment and shouted, "Finished!"

"Finally." Hermione said. "I was wondering when you would finish."

"Not all of us are perfectionists, Hermione." Ron snapped back.

"Apparently not."

Harry sighed and opened his eyes, revealing the vivid green eyes he had inherited from his mother. "Stop bickering you two. Please," Harry said.

"She started it." Ron mumbled.

"Oh how mature, Ron." Hermione called back.

"Oh please!" Harry shouted sitting up and glaring at his friends, "Both of you are being immature and stupid."

Before anyone could say anything more, Neville Longbottom ran towards the three shouting, "Harry!"

"Yes, Neville?" Harry said without turning around. Neville finally reached Harry and sloppily sat down next to him. "I just heard some news." He said gasping for air.

"Of Voldemort?" Harry said perking up. Neville flinched and said, "No."

"Word from the Ministry?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"You'll never believe it!"

"Oh for Merlin's sake!" Hermione shouted sitting up. "Just tell us!"

"There are going to be new students!"

"What?" Harry said aghast.

"Three girls."

"This just got interesting!" Ron said scooting closer.

"Boys" Hermione said rolling her eyes.

"They're sixth years, just like us!" Neville said obviously excited more than Ron or Harry.

"Great. That means I'll have to share a room with them." Hermione said.

"I wouldn't mind sharing a room with them." Neville said.

All three looked at him like he was insane. "It's against the school rules!" Hermione scolded. "No, no, no Hermione, I think he's got a good point." Ron said thoughtfully. "Let him finish!" Harry said now intrigued with where the conversation was going.

"One is Dumbledore's niece. From what I hear, she's amazing." Neville started. "Gabriella del'Ortollio is her name. Her eyes are a swirling cerulean color, her hair is a cascade of shimmering bronze. Apparently when she was young, Dumbledore taught her how to levitate! Isn't that wonderful! She's also a worldwide known photojournalist. I've heard her work is amazing! I can't wait to see it!"

Neville smiled and looked amusedly over at Harry and Ron. There was a spot of drool running down Ron's mouth. Hermione noticed this and said, "Ron, you, uh, you're drooling." Hermione put her finger by her mouth as Ron wiped the drool away.

"And that's just one?" Harry said vacantly.

"It gets better." Neville replied smirking. "Chantal le Croix. She's Megan Connor's Martial Arts Instructor."

"Who?" Hermione asked.

"Who cares?" Ron said, still smiling.

"Anyways, can you guess what she looks like?" Neville said.

"Her eyes are a passionate jade color, that shimmers in the moonlight. Her hair…..the color of a raven." Ron said dreamily.

Harry, Hermione, and Neville stared at Ron. Ron snapped out of his trance and said, "What?"

"Anyways, she's one of those who can see the future!" Neville said.

"No one can see the future!" Hermione said.

"You're wrong." Neville said arrogantly making Hermione glare at him.

"What else?" Harry said.

"She's a scientific genius! It's like she's the distant niece of…..of…..a scientific genius!!" Neville said.

"How honorable." Hermione said sarcastically.

"You're just jealous." Ron said.

"And the third girl." Neville sighed. "The third girl is just as amazing. She's Lavender's mentor."

"You're kidding! I won't make it out alive with these girls!" Hermione screeched.

"Keep going." Harry urged.

"Monique Ravenwing. She goes by Monique though. Kind of like Cher. She's a supermodel!"

Ron sat back putting a hand on his chest and dropping his mouth open. Harry grinned boyishly. "She has hair colored a glossy brown sugar. Eyes that shine like hazy mahogany."

"Is that attractive?" Hermione asked. "Eyes that shine like mahogany?"

Neville ignored her and said, "She can speak to animals."

"No." Ron said disbelievingly.

"Yes."

"No!" Ron said.

"Shut up Ron." Harry said.

"It's amazing huh?" Neville said.

"I'm going to dinner." Hermione said getting up and walking towards the castle, leaving the boys on the lawn drawing up images of the transfers in their heads.

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