(Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything it stands for. That
would belong to the great and wonderful J.K Rowling.)
Chapter One: Nothing is Prefect.
The Hogwarts Express sped towards the looming castle in the distance. Eleven year old Maya sat alone in a compartment. She had long chocolate brown hair, and honey coloured eyes. She sighed deeply, and rested her head against the window. Her eyes scanned the outside, as she pulled her knees to her chest. She scowled, and pulled her robes over her legs, shivering slightly. She felt very cold, like she usually did. The train started to slow down. She stood and picked up a yellow book bag that was resting beside her. It was covered in pins that had the various names of bands she loved, and patches that bore random catchy sayings. She got up on her seat, and tried to pull her trunk out. She was very small for her age. Many would probably take her to be only seven or eight years old. The trunk came flying down out of the luggage rack, and she screamed, and jumped away, barely getting hit.
A few moments later a prefect stuck their head in looking at her. "You alright?"
She sighed, and shook her head, pointing at her trunk on the floor. The prefect smirked, and started to laugh. "You're suppose to leave it there! In the luggage rack."
Maya's face went white, and tears appeared in her eyes. "Please, don't laugh at me." She whispered. The prefect just shook her head, and walked off. Maya sat up on her seat again, trying to calm herself before exiting the train. Finally, after a few minutes, she started to calm down. She wiped the tears off her face, and stood again, grabbing her yellow bag once again. She walked out of her compartment; the train was emptying, and getting ready to leave. Her eyes went wide, and she ran for the door, jumping out of the train, just as it was pulling out. She looked to the boats, where the first years were loading onto the boats. She walked over, and got into a boat, with a rather large man, and a girl that was a great deal taller then her. She sighed miserably, and put her face in her hands, until the boats started to move.
As the boats came up to the school, she looked up, her eyes going wide. She smiled slightly for the first time since she had left her beautiful London home.
She trudged down the hall with the rest of the students, not giving the enchanted ceiling a second glance. Sure, it was wonderful and all, but she would have a whole seven years to wonder about it. She looked ahead to where a woman was standing beside a stool. She held a battered hat in her hand that looked about in a million years old in Maya's opinion. She looked down at her feet as she waited in line for the other students to be sorted. She knew having the last name of Tanner would probably land her close to the last one being sorted. As the stern looking witch called her name, she hopped up, and sat on the stool. The women looked down at her, as she set the hat on her head, Maya got the distant feeling that she knew her from somewhere. The hat slid down over her eyes, and fell down nearly to her shoulders. She sighed deeply, and closed her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes popped open again in surprise, the hat was talking to her!
"Hmmm.. You've got a brain, that's for sure, but I don't think you have enough to be in Ravenclaw. Maybe, yes, I think so. You definitely should be in GRYFFINDOR!" The house table in the centre on the right exploded with cheers, as she stood, and skipped off the join them. A pair of eyes followed her from behind a pair of black framed glasses.
Maya sat down at the table, and many students beamed, and congratulated her. She looked at the boy who was shaking her hand right now. He had wild red hair, and freckles all over his face. Beside him sat a boy with black untidy hair, and glasses. Behind the glasses was a pair of emerald green eyes. Beside him, sat a girl with bushy brown hair. She had a book propped up against a jug, and was reading, not paying attention to the two males beside her. Maya nodded at the red hair boy, and smiled slightly. He grinned at her, before turning to the black haired boy, who had a lightning shaped scar, and starting up a conversation on something called Quidditch.
Maya sighed, and watched the other first years get sorted. She beamed as the last girl ("Emma Zabot") walked over to join the students called Hufflepuffs. She watched as a man with a long grey beard stood, and addressed the students. Her eyes went blank then, blocking out the man's words. He was boring her.
Up at the staff table Minerva McGonagall scanned her house table up and down, looking over the new students. Her eyes fell on Maya, and she smiled slightly. This child, she knew, would cause her some trouble this year, but maybe this was some kind of gift to her, another chance at what she gave up all those years ago. No, no. She knew she couldn't get involved with this child now. Not after all these years had past, not after she had worked so hard to forget about her.
Maya scanned the professor's table. The big man that had brought them over on the boats was there, a rather small professor was seated there, on a couple of books. None of these people were more interesting to her, then the stern looking witch. She somehow still had the feeling that she knew her. Somehow, she thought she had once had a dream about her. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she still couldn't shake the feeling away.
A smile came to Minervas face as she met Maya's eyes. She thought to herself, "Welcome to Hogwarts, my dear."
(a/n: Dun, dun, dun! What's up with Maya, and Minerva XD. Are they related? Does Minerva know her parents? All shall we revealed in due time my readers!)
Chapter One: Nothing is Prefect.
The Hogwarts Express sped towards the looming castle in the distance. Eleven year old Maya sat alone in a compartment. She had long chocolate brown hair, and honey coloured eyes. She sighed deeply, and rested her head against the window. Her eyes scanned the outside, as she pulled her knees to her chest. She scowled, and pulled her robes over her legs, shivering slightly. She felt very cold, like she usually did. The train started to slow down. She stood and picked up a yellow book bag that was resting beside her. It was covered in pins that had the various names of bands she loved, and patches that bore random catchy sayings. She got up on her seat, and tried to pull her trunk out. She was very small for her age. Many would probably take her to be only seven or eight years old. The trunk came flying down out of the luggage rack, and she screamed, and jumped away, barely getting hit.
A few moments later a prefect stuck their head in looking at her. "You alright?"
She sighed, and shook her head, pointing at her trunk on the floor. The prefect smirked, and started to laugh. "You're suppose to leave it there! In the luggage rack."
Maya's face went white, and tears appeared in her eyes. "Please, don't laugh at me." She whispered. The prefect just shook her head, and walked off. Maya sat up on her seat again, trying to calm herself before exiting the train. Finally, after a few minutes, she started to calm down. She wiped the tears off her face, and stood again, grabbing her yellow bag once again. She walked out of her compartment; the train was emptying, and getting ready to leave. Her eyes went wide, and she ran for the door, jumping out of the train, just as it was pulling out. She looked to the boats, where the first years were loading onto the boats. She walked over, and got into a boat, with a rather large man, and a girl that was a great deal taller then her. She sighed miserably, and put her face in her hands, until the boats started to move.
As the boats came up to the school, she looked up, her eyes going wide. She smiled slightly for the first time since she had left her beautiful London home.
She trudged down the hall with the rest of the students, not giving the enchanted ceiling a second glance. Sure, it was wonderful and all, but she would have a whole seven years to wonder about it. She looked ahead to where a woman was standing beside a stool. She held a battered hat in her hand that looked about in a million years old in Maya's opinion. She looked down at her feet as she waited in line for the other students to be sorted. She knew having the last name of Tanner would probably land her close to the last one being sorted. As the stern looking witch called her name, she hopped up, and sat on the stool. The women looked down at her, as she set the hat on her head, Maya got the distant feeling that she knew her from somewhere. The hat slid down over her eyes, and fell down nearly to her shoulders. She sighed deeply, and closed her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes popped open again in surprise, the hat was talking to her!
"Hmmm.. You've got a brain, that's for sure, but I don't think you have enough to be in Ravenclaw. Maybe, yes, I think so. You definitely should be in GRYFFINDOR!" The house table in the centre on the right exploded with cheers, as she stood, and skipped off the join them. A pair of eyes followed her from behind a pair of black framed glasses.
Maya sat down at the table, and many students beamed, and congratulated her. She looked at the boy who was shaking her hand right now. He had wild red hair, and freckles all over his face. Beside him sat a boy with black untidy hair, and glasses. Behind the glasses was a pair of emerald green eyes. Beside him, sat a girl with bushy brown hair. She had a book propped up against a jug, and was reading, not paying attention to the two males beside her. Maya nodded at the red hair boy, and smiled slightly. He grinned at her, before turning to the black haired boy, who had a lightning shaped scar, and starting up a conversation on something called Quidditch.
Maya sighed, and watched the other first years get sorted. She beamed as the last girl ("Emma Zabot") walked over to join the students called Hufflepuffs. She watched as a man with a long grey beard stood, and addressed the students. Her eyes went blank then, blocking out the man's words. He was boring her.
Up at the staff table Minerva McGonagall scanned her house table up and down, looking over the new students. Her eyes fell on Maya, and she smiled slightly. This child, she knew, would cause her some trouble this year, but maybe this was some kind of gift to her, another chance at what she gave up all those years ago. No, no. She knew she couldn't get involved with this child now. Not after all these years had past, not after she had worked so hard to forget about her.
Maya scanned the professor's table. The big man that had brought them over on the boats was there, a rather small professor was seated there, on a couple of books. None of these people were more interesting to her, then the stern looking witch. She somehow still had the feeling that she knew her. Somehow, she thought she had once had a dream about her. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she still couldn't shake the feeling away.
A smile came to Minervas face as she met Maya's eyes. She thought to herself, "Welcome to Hogwarts, my dear."
(a/n: Dun, dun, dun! What's up with Maya, and Minerva XD. Are they related? Does Minerva know her parents? All shall we revealed in due time my readers!)