Here is an add-on for my story 'Knight Magic' which is what would have happened during the first two years of Harry Potter if the two main characters had woken up in the Philosopher Stone timeline instead of the Prisoner of Azkaban's. There are some changes but also many familiar things, this story shows a little deeper to my main characters emotions and her thought pattern. Thank You~ Thirsty Mama (Warwolfgirl)
Where are we?
They awoke to the new world completely without a clue of what happened to them, one moment they were hiding from the sports group in the open drainage channel as Amie skipped out of school and the next they were wedged in an alley way that looked like it was from the old Victorian age. It had been rather quick to discover where they were after some hours of wandering and finding signs. They had appeared in Diagon Alley, as in the one from the books of Harry Potter. The two friends gazed around in excitement and terror, a few wizards and witches spotted them and thought them to be Muggle's.
It was here and because of those questioning thoughts towards the girls as they stared in amazement into a store with floating objects and alive toys, which Arthur Weasley himself found them. Events happened that led to Miki, the oldest of the girls, to tell lies swiftly. She changed her and her friend's names, and told a very believable lie about how they came from Australia and that they were homeless and parentless, that they had come to England hoping for a better chance via stuffing themselves in the cargo bay of a plane. The ginger haired wizard took them both to the Ministry through Floo fire at their words, a frown on his face from thinking about how they were parentless and alone, and also not in England legally.
The two girls looked around in even more amazement as they were led through halls made from smooth marble, they were to meet the Minister himself in a small hearing to figure out how to handle the two strange girls and work out if they were Witch or Muggle. Miki and Amie, now named Artimis and Mythal were seated in front of the Minister and went stiff as he examined them both carefully. Mythal in her nervousness twirled her dyed cherry red hair while the older girl, Artimis twisted her eye shaped topaz ring around her middle finger as her own nervous twitch.
For almost an hour they were interviewed and examined by an older witch to see if they were witches themselves and not Muggle's who had accidentally come across the magical realm, both girls were given small mind tasks such as releasing sparks from their fingers. The two girls peered at each other with surprise, as they were discovered to be witches. Suddenly the conversations went to how to deal with the two girls who had no clue how to handle magic, "The two Knight's can come to Hogwarts to learn, Minister Fudge." Said a soft voice in the background as one of the Ministry members mentioned the dangers of having two girls untrained in the art of Magic.
Everyone in the room spun to the door to see the silver haired wizard watching with his twinkling eyes, Arthur had informed him of the two girls and their predicament the second they were put into the hearing. Dumbledore moved to the two Australian's side and placed a hand on either ones shoulder protectively, they both looked at each other as their bodies stiffened in awe and anticipation. The Minister paused before nodded, "I trust you know what you are doing… these two ladies will be registered under the British Ministry and may go with you to Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry." No one spoke out of turn to change the minister's mind as paper was signed and the two left with Dumbledore.
Outside the hearing room Artimis turned to Dumbledore, "Thank you sir… uh, why did you want us to go to Hogwarts?"
"You need to learn magic and Hogwarts is the perfect school for you to learn, I am also more then happy to allow you to enter as a special case even if you are much older then the other students we can maybe put side classes for you… like a Muggle university maybe?" The old wizard's eyes sparkled as he took them through the green flames of the floo powder to the Headmaster Tower, "The year is already a few days ahead, but it will be fine to squeeze little Mythal into the first year's classes."
Mythal nodded with a frown while looking at Artimis at the thought of how the older girl said she was 11, though she easily pulled it off as she was small for a 15 year old. The eighteen year old looked blankly ahead as she listened to Dumbledore. The old wizard levitated down the Sorting Hat and placed it on Mythal's head first, "Slytherin!" Both girls snorted in humor at the choice, Mythal could be very Slytherin when she wanted to.
The Hat was placed on Artimis' fuzzy brown head, "Hm… there are a few places you can go. Slytherin for your resourcefulness, Gryffindor for your chivalry and nerve or Hufflepuff for your loyalty and patience… Hufflepuff is the most probable but I sense you don't want there, do you…"
"Not really, I can't stand yellow… can I go into Gryffindor or Slytherin?" After a pause as the thought transferred to the Sorting Hat, it finally yelled out the choice of 'Gryffindor'. Mythal looked unbelieving, she thought Artimis would be the most possible one to be put into Slytherin. The hat was returned to his shelf, Dumbledore summoned the two heads of their chosen houses through the fireplace.
McGonagall and Snape entered, one dressed in her sleeping robes while the other was still dressed in his day garments just minus his signature robe. "Ah, Professors… You have a couple of latecomers from Australia joining your houses. Mythal Knight will be in Slytherin…" Dumbledore waved a hand at Mythal, the two professors eyed the bright red haired girl curiously, then at the oldest; Artimis seemed to shrink under their eyes as they scrutinized her. "I will explain about Artimis Knight in the morning and how she will be taught. She is in Gryffindor house now."
Before Artimis and Mythal left with their new house heads, Artimis turned to Dumbledore and pointed to the lemon drops on his desk, "May I?" At his nod and small smile she took large handfuls and gave Mythal a shrug at the girls 'do you have to?' frown, "Need my daily fix of sugar, doctors orders."
"You imaginary doctor you mean." Scoffed Mythal before she followed an uncaring Snape down to the dungeons.
Artimis followed McGonagall upwards through the castle to the Gryffindor Tower as she held the sweets in her palm and eating some on the trip; inside the tower she was placed into an empty room that looked like it hadn't been used in years but still kept clean by the house elves. A boggart was even living in one of the bedside tables. McGonagall looked at it with firm lips, but it was the best she could give the girl at the current moment.
"It is fine, Professor… I don't mind it." Artimis laughed as she examined a bed while the older woman checked for anything missed by the elves, McGonagall left to return to her own bedroom not before warning Artimis not to touch the rattling cupboard. Quietly Artimis lowered herself into the clean bed with a soft sigh after removing her shoes, long black woolen cardigan and cotton shirt. She placed them folded on the bedside table with her side bag on top and the yellow sweats on top of that. It took hours for her to sleep as her mind worried about what happened and what was going to happen, and the horrible noise the boggart was making.
After Mythal was introduced to her new fellow years and had her first lessons with them, including Harry Potter himself, Artimis was introduced to the teachers as a private study student through the day when they had no classes. The teachers were all curious as they never heard of an older student but didn't mind as the girl instantly ploughed into everything they showed her with questions and interest.
Then when Professor Quirrell entered, Artimis felt the hairs on the back of her neck and on her arms stand up stiffly, he looked at her with almost fearful eyes and his eye twitched crazily as he tightly held the books to his chest like a nervous school kid entering his new classroom late, "H-Hello, I am P-P-Professor Quirrell of the D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark arts."
"Ah, hello Professor… I am Artimis Knight." She said in in a slow and confused voice as the twitchy man began to lower himself into the seat across from her and lost his grip on the paper and books he was holding, they flew everywhere causing him to stop mid sitting to recover them. He quickly rushed to catch the paper that floated around in the gentle breeze, Artimis moved from her seat and knelt down to pick up the books from the ground. As she placed them on the table, Quirrell stuttered out his apology and nervously bowed to her. "Its fine, sir… no hard feelings." Artimis waved her arms in an attempt to calm the man's heightened distress.
With pale blue eyes filled with nervous fear, the man looked at her almost as if he had expected her to laugh at him and his uselessness like other students or adults did when they first met him or discovered his incompetence. After a pause he relaxed somewhat and returned the paper to its original pile on top of the books. "T-Thank You M-Miss Knight. This is your s-school books and some n-notes, P-P-Professor McGonagall will h-have your timetable finished by now…" Artimis added the books and paper to her growing pile beside her on the table with a small smile as she patiently listened to him.
"Thank you sir… look forward to your lessons." She gave him an awkward nod; Quirrell returned the nod in a curt twitchy fashion before rushing from the room.
Snape pushed in through the door seconds later after the nervous man had charged down the hall past him with embarrassment reddening all over his face. The Potion's Master gave Artimis a scowling look as he dropped the books onto the table with a bang, causing Artimis to flinch and her brow to twitch almost like Quirrell's eye did. "Study these from back to front, I don't want to waste my precious time trying to teach your pathetic mind in the art of Potion-Making if you don't care to try." He didn't even bother to introduce himself.
"Ur… yes sir… I look forward to learning potions from you?" The awkward voice seemed to have permanently stuck to Artimis after meeting the nervous Quirrell. She didn't even seem phased with Snape's insult to her intelligence level, already knowing she really wasn't the brightest person, which was why Ravenclaw had not been offered to her, but maybe that would change with magic lessons instead of boring Muggle lessons. Almost as quickly as he came, Snape left again with a dramatic flick of his long robe and a glare with his black eyes.
A few minutes later and McGonagall arrived again to check up on Artimis since Snape was the last to see the new student, the Gryffindor Head entered to discover Artimis already scanning through the Potions and DADA books with a blank expression as she got deeply engrossed with the words. "Do you look forward to those two classes, Miss Knight?"
"Hm? Oh, I guess so… maybe a little nervous with Potions, but the Professor seemed like he really knows his subject even if he is very… intimidating?" Artimis struggled for a word to explain what she thought of Snape, the word she came up with made McGonagall chuckle.
"Only Albus Dumbledore ever said that, or Slytherin's who aced in Severus' lessons flawlessly. What did you think of Professor Quirrell?"
"He seems nervous about something all the time, but the nervous ones are great with defenses and can be very quick when problems arise because of their paranoia… I look forward to see how he teaches." McGonagall smiled at the answer, Quirrell didn't have many students rooting for him and hoped having someone interested in his lessons might liven him up slightly.
"Here is your timetable, you have History of Magic with Binn's tomorrow first up then Potion's directly afterwards. At lunchtime you and your cousin will go to Diagon Alley to procure a wand with Snape after Potions, Transfiguration and then charms is one when you return. I have also left some shirts and a robe up in your room for you to try on, during this week I will take you and Mythal shopping." Artimis nodded as she took the timetable and read through it, some days were set up to look very boring, such as tomorrow morning with the renowned monotonous lessons from the ghost teacher, Binn's.
But she was very excited about the idea of getting a wand.
Wands and Classes
History of Magic had been boring as expected and within seconds Artimis had fallen asleep even as she struggled to stay awake for she found the subject itself interesting, but Binn's voice droning on and on seemed to turn her brain to sleep, it was worse because she had such a terrible sleep through the night. She slept only for a few minutes and woke up half way through the lesson with a worrying start; Artimis pinched herself every time she drifted in fear that she would sleep through Snape's lesson by accident or end up being late. She didn't want to start out on the wrong step with the dungeon Professor.
After an hour of boring words, Artimis rushed through the halls while stifling a yawn. With some trouble the second she hit the dungeon tunnels, she finally found her way to Snape's office and classroom later then she had wanted. Snape glared the instant she entered with her long hair ruffled from sleeping on the desk and her rubbing her head in frustration every time she got lost, "Late on the first day? Ten points from Gryffindor."
"S… Sorry… terrible sense of direction… turned left instead of right in the second hall in the dungeons…" Artimis was out of breath from all the running in her attempt to get to the classroom on time.
"Excuses, very Gryffindor of you." Snape sneered as he waved his wand so words scrawled across the blackboard without a sound. Artimis had the urge to tell him that the Hat wanted her sorted into Slytherin as well but held back as she fell into a seat close to the front to catch her breath, she wasn't used to running and her lungs hated her for it.
The lesson dived right into practical work after Snape gave her an introduction to Potions and some theory notes about the potion she was to make so she didn't stuff anything up, and she loved it. No boring theory work for an entire hour of a lesson, no it was hands on experience right on the first day. Artimis followed the potions method as best as she could with Snape watching from his desk, the lesson was more enjoyable then Binn's lesson and Artimis sang quietly to 'Hey Brother' as she finished stirring the potion until it went the colour it was supposed to according to Snape's notes. "Is this right sir?"
The Professor stood and examined the work, he didn't see anything to deduct from the work and tightened his lips. "It is adequate for a first try, but it is a simple potion and you took longer then needed." He spelled some of the potion into a vial to study before vanishing the cauldron, "I believe your cousin will be joining us in a moment." And just as he said it, Mythal rushed in. "Ah, on time… unlike someone else." Snape sent Artimis a sour look, which was returned with an innocent expression as the brunette pretended not to understand what he meant.
A pause, Mythal looked from Snape to Artimis before smirking at the older girl in understanding. "Did you get lost again?"
"Shut up! I don't get lost all the time…"
"It is extraordinary how easily you get lost, Art." Mythal sniggered, Snape scoffed in the background at the young Slytherin's words, "Maybe you should tattoo the Hogwarts map on yourself?"
"Hogwarts is always changing so unless it is a magical tattoo… magic tattoo, mmm." Artimis rubbed her chin, as she got distracted for she now wanted a magic tattoo now. "Maybe I should get that snake-dragon around my ankle like I always wanted…" She muttered absentmindedly while forgetting where she was.
The words were ignored as Snape took them through the floo network in his office to Diagon Alley, the stepped out into the pub and walked to the brick wall after dusting the ash from their clothes, Artimis went into a sneezing fit that lasted all the way to the wall and each sneeze caused their professor's eye to twitch in annoyance. Snape opened the gap and led them to the wand store in the desire to get this over with, "Sir, we don't have money…" Mythal said as Artimis' voice was currently out of order.
"The Headmaster gave me enough to spend on you two for wands." Snape's words were curt and uncaring as they walked into the dusty store which didn't help Artimis one bit; Olivander peered around the shelves with a smile at a loud sneeze told him he had guests and started to find them a wand along the many boxes.
After many tries both Knight's finally found their wands, Artimis admired her pure white Cedar wand that unlike Mythal's had no pretty patterns carved into it besides a faint snake like twist in the handle with scale hatches inside the twist as a grip to stop it from slipping from her hand, but did have a gentle sweet smell to it almost like flowers. The core was a Phoenix feather and it was 11 inches.
Mythal's wand was lovely dark red Rosewood with even darker grains and had carved in vines around the handle and half way across the wands main shaft, the core was a Unicorn hair and was 9 and a half inches. The cherry-red haired girl looked at Artimis' wand then hers, "Yours is bigger then mine…"
"Damn right it is." Artimis laughed as Snape handed over the coins to the wand maker before they left quickly to return to Hogwarts. Inside his office the Potions master was quick to kick them both out with a snarl, the Knight's rushed from the room while giggling almost girlishly at their new wands, they were excited to use them.
The last two lessons were rather interesting; Artimis' wand was easy to learn many spells with but surprisingly temperamental and sometimes sulked for a few minutes when she cast a spell incantation wrong. McGonagall and Flitwick both thought it was humorous watching the girl attempt to get her wand to do what she wanted at first, but she always finally succeeded at the spell she had tried to cast after a few attempts.
In the afternoon, the two out of place girls sat together outside in the courtyard to avoid people staring at Artimis like she was an ogre while eating and chatting about their wands. Apparently Mythal and her wand hit it off instantly much to Artimis' disappointment, the younger girl thought it was hilarious that the older ones wand was so bad tempered. Artimis had such a calm and patient personality that it was strange her wand was so merciless in personality.
They both ate quickly before the students were taken to their house dorms, the two separated into their groups and returned to their rooms. Artimis looked at the cupboard containing the boggart with a frown; she won't deal with it when alone just in case, she had no idea what her fear would turn out to be.
Why so Temperamental?
It was a month since the two Knights came to the Harry Potter world; a whole month had passed when Artimis came across the first of the Golden Trio, before they became a trio, a very lonely Hermione was walking through the hall with eyes that were rimmed with tears. "Hey, are you alright? Hermione Granger wasn't it?"
"… You're Artimis Knight? I am fine…" Hermione's voice cracked and the tears escaped her eyes, "No actually… I am not fine…" Artimis was quick to move and pull the girl into a hug with soothing sounds.
"There, there… do you want to tell me what happened? Did someone do something mean to you." She spoke calmly and gently like she used to when dealing with sad children. Somewhere around the corner, Snape had been on his way to his room when he came across them. He stayed hidden behind the corner to listen to the older Gryffindor as she calmed the younger one.
"T-They called me… they called me a Mudblood and insulted my parents…"
"What the hell is a Mudblood? Sounds like a rather fancy cocktail…" That caused Hermione to release a small giggle despite her despair, "Its just a word, don't let it get to you… bullies always try to make themselves seem perfect by belittling those who are far more superior then them."
"Did you get bullied to in a Muggle school before coming here?"
"Lots of times in the earlier years because I was such an awkward person, always reading and sitting silently in the back of the room drawing little scribbles in the back of my school books… I suffered kicks in the ankles during science, pencils and rubbers being thrown at the back of my head during math's… the insults during breaks by girly groups. It hurt, especially the physical harm. But I never let them get to me because all I thought was how they all looked like orange clowns, all that makeup… I go el natural because they looked so ridiculous." Another giggle escaped Hermione as she pictured the image of girls with orange makeup and lips painted like a clown, "Feel better?"
"A bit, thank you…"
"No problem, sweetie… ugh. Do you know the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, by the way?"
"That's many halls back that way," The fuzzy haired girl pointed the way Artimis had come from causing the older witch to pull a horrified face, "You must have turned down the wrong hallway."
"Oh. My. God! Am I mentally incapable of knowing directions or something? I am already a minute late!" And with that she was off like a shot down the hall with a look of determination on her lips. Hermione giggled on her way down the halls, her mood highly improved now.
Around the corner, Snape had listened with a frown at the insult used towards Muggle-born witches and wizards; the memory of his own misuse of it during his student years towards a close friend hit him hard. He approved of Artimis' way of handling the problem easily, but shook his head at the girl's stupidity at getting lost so easily and continued on his way to his dungeons while making certain to pass Quirrell's classroom to hear the girls reaction.
Artimis found the classroom and she entered it while huffing. Quirrell looked startled at her disheveled appearance, her brown hair was all over the place after her hairband snapped. "I… Am… Sorry…" She said through breaths, Quirrell shook his hands nervously as if fanning away her apologies.
"It is f-f-fine… what h-happened, Miss K-Knight?"
"Turned down wrong hall twice, AGAIN! First Professor Snape's lesson and now yours…" Artimis stood straight up and took a deep almost meditation like breath before Quirrell quickly offered a chair, she fell into it in relief as a headache formed. "My CFS does not like me right now…"
"CFS? W-W-What is t-that?"
"Chronic Fatigue Syndrome… a physical problem that hates exercise, sitting still for long times and sleeping…" With that quick explanation the lesson started, Quirrell taught her Lumos and other spells, not worried about the lost time, as Artimis' wand seemed to like this lesson very much. A couple of times her wand acted up on the Lumos spell, almost as if playing around with his wielder.
"Y-Your wand is very e-emotional…" Quirrell stuttered after the spell failed again, her wand was releasing hot sparks, which burned Artimis' hands. He quickly cast a different spell and hovered his wand over the burns, which felt almost like freezing cold ice on painful cooking burns.
"Temperamental more like it… thank you sir…" Artimis calmly said as she tried again to cast the spell after her hands were smoothed, "Thank the lords for my godly quantity of patience… I will get its loyalty one day or another I swear by…!" Almost as if saying 'NEVER' her wand released a small farting sound as the spell was attempted again, Artimis' brow twitched in annoyance but didn't loose her temper while Quirrell smirked where she couldn't see him.
Behind the door, Snape sneered as he finally got an idea for their next potions lesson. Something involving a small spell to finish the brew would suffice in getting the girl to be unhinged enough for him to get in a couple insults and pilfer a few points from her house.
The next day was Potions and this time Artimis remembered the way and arrived a minute early, Snape seemed to look disappointed to loose that chance to dock points, "Finally on time, lets hope you can keep this phenomenon going." Artimis sent his back a glare before she pulled out her books to start the first half of theory before the practical.
Finally finished, Snape gave her the next task on the board and what page the full method was in the book. With a habit taught to her via Hospitality at high school, Artimis read all the way through the ingredients, gathered them all and read the full method. She frowned at the end; Snape almost sniggered, as he knew she was reading the part where she needed a spell cast by her wand to finish the potion.
It was slightly disappointing when Artimis didn't complain or mention her wands temper and disobedience; instead she got to work right away with Snape observing. Unlike the last lesson she seemed to work faster now that she understood where the ingredients were all stored. Artimis didn't seem to care as she began to pull out the spleen of a goat from a jar, for a second she had a look of faint repulse that curled her nose up as she held the slimy and smelly organ, before she dealt with it as if it was raw chicken or fish that she had handled many times in Hospitality and placed it into her potion.
With a grimace she looked at the slime on her fingers while wondering how to get it off without leaving her potion unattended, after a small pause Artimis simply shrugged and continued on until she finally finished with the ingredients. Quickly she rinsed her hands before taking up her wand, Snape watched firmly as the girl looked at her wand cautiously. Looking at her eyes he could easily hear her thoughts of 'don't you dare blow it up…' before she followed the spells instructions, which were in the margin of the book.
The spell was cast with a hiss, and both student and teacher, who moved to lean over the cauldron, watched the potions surface, waiting to see if it had failed. But much to Artimis' relief, and Snape's disappointment, the potion turned the perfect colour showing its success. The potion was vialed like the last one for testing while Artimis sighed in relief and pumped her fist in triumph when Snape's back was turned, as she tried to stand upright but her whole body seemed to cramp up causing her face to freeze to an expression of pain. "What is your problem now, Miss Knight?" The professor snapped as he turned to see her not moving.
"Just a moment, sir…" CRACK! She forced her body to stand; the cracking sound was from her spine after being forced to straighten up. Snape seemed to flinch at the sound while Artimis released a loud sound of relief, "Sorry, body didn't like me hunching over for so long…"
"You're dismissed. Be sure not to get lost next lesson as well…" Artimis nodded and left quickly after packing away all her books and papers.
TROLL!
"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" The Great Hall went quiet as Quirrell rushed inside with a look of terror as he screamed while running between the tables, "There's a troll in the dungeons… thought you ought to know…" Then he fainted, the second he hit the ground with a loud bang, everyone in the room began to scream besides the teachers, Mythal and Artimis, who was enjoying her meal before the disturbance. Dumbledore's voice was loud and clean as he called for silence and calm. The prefects were ordered to lead the students to their dorms, while everyone began to file out Artimis grabbed a plateful of food before following.
"Artimis, have you seen Hermione?" Ron and Harry rushed over to her as she ate a toffee off her plate calmly, they had noticed the girl they thought as annoying was not in the hall at the time.
"No?"
"She was crying in the girl's toilets last I saw…" Sniffed another girl in disinterest that was close to them enough to overhear, both boys looked at each other before rushing away. Artimis was quick to keep up with them; outside she looked impartial by inside she worried for Hermione and pondered why she was crying. A sound caught in her ears as they ran through the halls and she threw her meal behind her with a soft clang then quickly she dived in front of the boys to stop them passing the wall of the corner and pulled them to the wall, her hands covered their mouths to keep them from crying out. The troll passed right before them without even seeing them and Ron whimpered and the troll wedged himself through a large doorway as he seemed to follow something the three humans couldn't hear or smell.
"Wasn't the troll supposed to be in the Dungeons?" Ron whispered in terror when his mouth was uncovered, before the two boys could continue on past Artimis who was staring at the remains of her meal on the ground where she had thrown it to pull the boys back, a familiar scream echoed, they looked at each other in realization; the troll just entered the girl's bathroom.
The three rushed into the room just as the troll raised his club to smash at Hermione again from where she cowered in the corner, "Hey Ugly!" Harry yelled out, the troll paused and spun slowly in stupid confusion. Artimis stood in front of the boys as to protect them, her hands shook as she held up the remains of a chicken wing she had picked up from the ground.
"Here boy, come this way. There we go, a nice piece of chicken all for you, yes it is!" Beside her, Ron and Harry ushered Hermione to crawl towards them under the sinks as the morsel of food distracted the troll while Artimis spoke like she was speaking to a dog she was trying to train. It didn't last long, the troll noticed Hermione moving and raised his club as if planning to bat away an insect. Harry acted before Artimis and cast a spell at the troll's foot causing it to howl in pain.
That caught its attention again; it spun at the three near the entrance and swung the massive club down. Artimis shoved the boys out of the way either side and leapt out of the way, the club hit the ends of her hair causing them to slap almost painfully on her neck and the sharp edges of the wooden club dragged down her back causing her to cry out in pain as it cut into her skin slightly. Harry grabbed the club as the troll lifted it again, the young boy landed around the trolls neck causing it to panic for a moment.
After a struggle Harry was pulled off and his wand was stuck up the trolls nose in his squirming, Artimis groaned as she tried to get to her feet as the troll held Harry in preparation to hit him with the club, "Ron, use the levitation spell!" The ginger haired boy snapped to attention at the older girls sharp tone.
Under the sink, Hermione used her hand to mimic the wand movement for Ron to finally get it right. The troll looked up as its club was gone from its hand before it could swing at Harry; the heavy object fell onto the troll's head and knocked it out with a loud hollow clunk. The sound was rather hollow, and then the large body hit the floor close to where Artimis was slowly pulling herself to her feet with a groan of pain.
The three, who were now becoming the future legendary Golden Trio, laughed in relief while a group of teachers along with Dumbledore rushed it. "Oh Dear, Artimis are you alright." McGonagall helped Artimis to her feet and lifted her shirt high enough to see the cuts on the girls shoulder blades, "Come with me, we need those cuts taken care of…" The old woman seemed flabbergasted at the sight of Artimis' tattoo but didn't comment on it. From the doorway Snape and Quirrell had their heads tilted to the side to examine it before realizing what they were doing and straightening again with blank expressions as McGonagall and Artimis passed them to head to the school hospital.
Mirror Rose
It was Christmas when Harry opened a surprise package with the Invisibility cloak that had formally belonged to his father during his year in Hogwarts. Artimis went to bed early that night for she was exhausted due to the shocking cold that froze her up and burned at her joints, but the next night she had sat out in the common room for some time staring into the flames after reading through her potions book. Harry and Ron walked past and froze when she coughed, similar to how she believed Umbridge would, from her place on the couch for they didn't even see her in their excitement, "What adventure are you two going off to without me?" They grinned and let her join them on their little rule breaking exploration through the castle.
What Harry had wanted to show Ron was a giant mirror he discovered on Christmas night when testing out the cloak against the teachers, Artimis looked at it from a distance cautiously but curiosity bit at her. 'Curiosity killed the cat…' She knew what the mirror was; it was the one that showed what ones heart desired the most. Harry tried to show Ron his parents, but the ginger boy only saw himself winning the Grand Cup and being Head Boy.
"Art, what do you see?" Artimis stood forward and looked inside nervously wondering what her heart desired the most, through the glass she saw her own beaming face with four people flanking her. Her parents and sister waved out at her, while a faceless man dressed in full black and shadows held out a red rose for her smiling reflection self to take.
"My own family…" Harry frowned in confusion; the mirror did not show their future for both their parents were either dead or out of their reach. The three returned silently to the dormitory under the cloak after a close call with Mrs. Norris and Filch as they entered into the room following the sound of voices. They sat for a moment in front of the fire to question what they saw before going to bed.
With a yawn, Artimis went into her bedroom and frowned as the boggart rattled the cupboard once again rather loudly. She was always forgetting about it the next day even though it kept her awake for hours each night with its racket.
Quickly, she dressed into her pajamas and crawled into the four-poster bed and slowly fell asleep after an hour of listening to the boggart. Her thoughts were on her parents and sister, and the story behind the mysterious man with the red rose.
'Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back.'
End Chapter 1
It starts of boring and simple because you should all know how it happened if you had read my main storyline.
If you did read the original story then you would know that Artimis was a werewolf in it, but here she is not. In my mind she becomes one between second year and third year but this story is just showing the first two years that I skipped past for the main story.