Mysterious Happenings
Chapter 1
A New Student
A/N: I've been reading a lot of Harry Potter fanfics lately and I got inspiration to write one the other night when I couldn't get to sleep. . .so here ya have it, another fic for me to start then get writer's block or just completely forget about so it never gets finished!
Note: Harry and Co. are in their fifth year so you can figure out the years of the others from that 'cause I'm too lazy. . .also if you notice any mistakes please inform me of them.of course I know Chibi will so I guess I don't have to worry about that. . .
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Harry Potter or any of its wonderful characters. J.K Rowling fits that role. . .although I wish that I did because then I'd be that cool. . .but you don't really care about that, do you?
- pulls out her copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and sits back for what promises to be a looooong ride -
~~~ Aboard the Hogwarts Express ~~~
Harry Potter sat in a small compartment of the train with his two best friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. They sat chatting about this and that and as lunch time rolled around they - or rather Harry and Hermione - emptied the change they had in their pockets and bought all the candy they could eat from the witch that lead the trolley cart around. This caused Ron to blush right up to his red hairline. Ron's family was probably the greatest Harry had ever met but they were quite poor, what with having seven kids.
They were headed for non-other than Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school all three of them had attended since they were eleven, where they were taught magic. Now they were fast approaching their fifth year at Hogwarts.
Just last year Harry had been entered in the Tri-Wizard Tournament as the fourth competitor. In the Third Task he and Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff, had decided to grab for the cup at the same time and tie, but this cost Cedric his life. Harry still had nasty dreams about Lord Voldemort rising from the cauldron and the ghosts' of those he had killed spurting from the point where their brothered wands had met.
The year before that Harry had to deal with an escaped convict that was after his life. It turned out that Ron's pet rat was the real traitor and the evil, sinister, convict was actually Harry's godfather. Sirius Black had been his late father's best friend and was now Harry's guardian, though Harry still had to live with his wretched relatives, the Dursleys, since Sirius had yet to be proven not guilty.
And the year before that Voldemort's younger self, Tom Riddle, opened the Chamber of Secrets again and almost got the school closed. He had sent a basilisk on the school that was petrifying students left and right. Tom had possessed Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, through use of his old diary and used her to accomplish such things.
In Harry's first year at Hogwarts Voldemort had attempted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone so that he could become immortal. Harry and his two friends had had to pass through several of the professor's spells in order to keep him from getting it. Harry ended up in the hospital wing after that one, not that I'm saying he wasn't in the hospital wing after his other three encounters with Voldemort but. . .well, you get my drift.
Why was the most powerful dark wizard of possibly all time after Harry? Because Harry Potter was the boy who lived. Voldemort had attempted to finish off Harry when he did in his parents, Lily and James Potter. Harry's mother had died to protect her son there by enabling Harry to survive. Harry now had a lightning bolt scar on his forehead to prove it.
As the train neared the station the three changed into their school robes and just kept on chatting. They climbed into a carriage and were accompanied by Ginny. They kept on chatting as they made their way to the castle and hoped that the sorting of the new first years wouldn't take too long because they were all really starving despite all the candy the trio had consumed on the way.
The newly arrived students - save the first years - made their way to the Great Hall. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table and kept on chatting with each other, and, when some of their other friends arrived, began chatting with them.
The hall fell silent as the doors opened and the new students filed in behind Professor McGonagall, the Gryffindor Head of House and Transfiguration professor. McGonagall sat a stool down in front of the High Table and sat on it a patched and faded wizard's hat. A seam of the hat opened and it began to recite a poem it had spent the last year thinking up:
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffidors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you're a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
(Recognize that little poem? Haha. . .you should. . .I took it straight from the first book. What? Did you really think I was talented enough to come up with a new one all on my own? If you did, you're delusional. . .Oh, and I don't own that so you can't sue! NYAA NYAA! XP) All the inhabitants of the hall applauded the Sorting Hat with great enthusiasm and the seam closed again. Professor McGonagall stepped up in front of it and began reading names off the parchment she held in front of her.
"Alwood, Chester." A lanky boy walked up and sat down on the stool while McGonagall placed the hat on his head, which fell just over his eyes.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat cried out in a singsong voice. The Hufflepuff table clapped and shouted as the boy joined their table.
"Donovan, Blake." A short boy sat down on the stool and gripped the edges nervously.
"RAVENCLAW!" Students from the Ravenclaw table started jumping up and down.
"Drakes, Poppy." A girl came forward, a deep scowl on her face, and the hat was placed over her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" The Slytherin table at the end of the hall burst into applause.
"van Dooglehoofe, Frederick." (It's Frederick, Chibi, Frederick! S'ry, inside joke/thing-a-ma-bob.) An attractive boy came up and sat down, completely calm. He must have older siblings at Hogwarts that had told him the whole routine (Hehehe. . .Fred. . .).
"GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table exploded in appraisal as the boy joined them, by far the loudest table in the hall.
Harry and his friends began chattering again, in quiet whispers so as not to be heard, occasionally stopping to cheer new Gryffindors as they joined the table.
The sorting continued and when all the first years were seated at his or her respected tables everyone waited for the feast to appear. But appear it did not. The hall looked up towards the High Table and their eyes fell on the aged wizard that was seated in the middle.
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts, rose and looked out at the sea of students, all of whom were staring back at him, somewhat confused. "I would like to announce," he began, "That we will be adding another student to our fifth year population." The hall broke out into whispers.
"I would like you all to meet Rue Dominic Astair." He waved his hand toward the door behind the High Table and it slowly opened.
A teenage girl stepped into the hall smiling brightly. Her light blonde hair was pulled back into pigtails and a select few strands of hair fell over strangely colored eyes. They were a steely gray-blue color and held a glint in them that was recognized as one that was often seen in the Weasley twins', Ron's older brothers, eyes - the look that gives away that the person is up to some mischief. She wore baggy khaki capris and a purple top under her black robes. A single Ying-yang charm hung around her neck.
All chattering ceased immediately. The girl's smile widened and she waved at them all, "Hello!"
"Rue, if you would please take a seat so you can be sorted." Dumbledore said gently.
"Yes, Professor." She quickly came around the table and plopped herself down on the stool. McGonagall lowered the Sorting Hat onto her head and the hall was completely silent as they waited.
"My, my! You're quite the character, aren't you?" The Sorting Hat said quietly to Rue. "Why, I don't think I've met one as hard to place as you but once before! And that was Harry Potter!"
'Unlike Harry Potter I do not wish to exclude any houses.' Rue thought back calmly.
"And how do you know about that?"
'I have my ways. . .' Even though it was a thought it still had that mysterious tone to it. Rue's somewhat bland face - as it had been since the hat fell over her eyes - showed a mischievous smirk now.
"Indeed. . .well I know just the place for you, GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted out for the hall to hear.
Rue smiled brightly and pulled the hat off her head and hurried to the cheering table. She sat next to Lavender Brown and Pravati Patil who had scooted over to make room for her on the bench. She fell into conversation with the two, still smiling brightly.
A suspicious feeling in Harry's gut told him that this year promised to be very interesting. . .
A/N: So? What do you think? Please review! I'll try to type up another chapter and post it really soon! I want to write about Mr. Oinkers. . .BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OI! Chibs! Did you like the part 'bout Frederick? I couldn't think up anything else so I just put him in! So many cameos. . .PLEASE! Review and help my self-esteem. . .although it really doesn't need it. . .
Next Chapter:
Rue sat in the library, working on her homework. She heard footsteps drawing near her and looked up in time to notice four people coming towards her. One of the two girls had brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail to try to hide the bushiness. She had her arms full of books and smiled at Rue when she noticed she was being watched. The other girl had bright red hair that was shoulder length and a pleasant sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She waved at Rue and picked up her pace a bit. The tallest boy had the same bright hair as the one girl and his shaggy bangs fell down over his eyes. The last one had messy black hair and bright green eyes behind thick black glasses. His bangs shifted to reveal a thin lightning bolt scar in the center of his forehead.
'What have we here?' Rue thought as she surveyed the group. 'Well, if it isn't Harry Potter. . .'
STAY TUNED! ~
Chapter 1
A New Student
A/N: I've been reading a lot of Harry Potter fanfics lately and I got inspiration to write one the other night when I couldn't get to sleep. . .so here ya have it, another fic for me to start then get writer's block or just completely forget about so it never gets finished!
Note: Harry and Co. are in their fifth year so you can figure out the years of the others from that 'cause I'm too lazy. . .also if you notice any mistakes please inform me of them.of course I know Chibi will so I guess I don't have to worry about that. . .
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Harry Potter or any of its wonderful characters. J.K Rowling fits that role. . .although I wish that I did because then I'd be that cool. . .but you don't really care about that, do you?
- pulls out her copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and sits back for what promises to be a looooong ride -
~~~ Aboard the Hogwarts Express ~~~
Harry Potter sat in a small compartment of the train with his two best friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. They sat chatting about this and that and as lunch time rolled around they - or rather Harry and Hermione - emptied the change they had in their pockets and bought all the candy they could eat from the witch that lead the trolley cart around. This caused Ron to blush right up to his red hairline. Ron's family was probably the greatest Harry had ever met but they were quite poor, what with having seven kids.
They were headed for non-other than Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school all three of them had attended since they were eleven, where they were taught magic. Now they were fast approaching their fifth year at Hogwarts.
Just last year Harry had been entered in the Tri-Wizard Tournament as the fourth competitor. In the Third Task he and Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff, had decided to grab for the cup at the same time and tie, but this cost Cedric his life. Harry still had nasty dreams about Lord Voldemort rising from the cauldron and the ghosts' of those he had killed spurting from the point where their brothered wands had met.
The year before that Harry had to deal with an escaped convict that was after his life. It turned out that Ron's pet rat was the real traitor and the evil, sinister, convict was actually Harry's godfather. Sirius Black had been his late father's best friend and was now Harry's guardian, though Harry still had to live with his wretched relatives, the Dursleys, since Sirius had yet to be proven not guilty.
And the year before that Voldemort's younger self, Tom Riddle, opened the Chamber of Secrets again and almost got the school closed. He had sent a basilisk on the school that was petrifying students left and right. Tom had possessed Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, through use of his old diary and used her to accomplish such things.
In Harry's first year at Hogwarts Voldemort had attempted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone so that he could become immortal. Harry and his two friends had had to pass through several of the professor's spells in order to keep him from getting it. Harry ended up in the hospital wing after that one, not that I'm saying he wasn't in the hospital wing after his other three encounters with Voldemort but. . .well, you get my drift.
Why was the most powerful dark wizard of possibly all time after Harry? Because Harry Potter was the boy who lived. Voldemort had attempted to finish off Harry when he did in his parents, Lily and James Potter. Harry's mother had died to protect her son there by enabling Harry to survive. Harry now had a lightning bolt scar on his forehead to prove it.
As the train neared the station the three changed into their school robes and just kept on chatting. They climbed into a carriage and were accompanied by Ginny. They kept on chatting as they made their way to the castle and hoped that the sorting of the new first years wouldn't take too long because they were all really starving despite all the candy the trio had consumed on the way.
The newly arrived students - save the first years - made their way to the Great Hall. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table and kept on chatting with each other, and, when some of their other friends arrived, began chatting with them.
The hall fell silent as the doors opened and the new students filed in behind Professor McGonagall, the Gryffindor Head of House and Transfiguration professor. McGonagall sat a stool down in front of the High Table and sat on it a patched and faded wizard's hat. A seam of the hat opened and it began to recite a poem it had spent the last year thinking up:
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffidors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you're a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
(Recognize that little poem? Haha. . .you should. . .I took it straight from the first book. What? Did you really think I was talented enough to come up with a new one all on my own? If you did, you're delusional. . .Oh, and I don't own that so you can't sue! NYAA NYAA! XP) All the inhabitants of the hall applauded the Sorting Hat with great enthusiasm and the seam closed again. Professor McGonagall stepped up in front of it and began reading names off the parchment she held in front of her.
"Alwood, Chester." A lanky boy walked up and sat down on the stool while McGonagall placed the hat on his head, which fell just over his eyes.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat cried out in a singsong voice. The Hufflepuff table clapped and shouted as the boy joined their table.
"Donovan, Blake." A short boy sat down on the stool and gripped the edges nervously.
"RAVENCLAW!" Students from the Ravenclaw table started jumping up and down.
"Drakes, Poppy." A girl came forward, a deep scowl on her face, and the hat was placed over her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" The Slytherin table at the end of the hall burst into applause.
"van Dooglehoofe, Frederick." (It's Frederick, Chibi, Frederick! S'ry, inside joke/thing-a-ma-bob.) An attractive boy came up and sat down, completely calm. He must have older siblings at Hogwarts that had told him the whole routine (Hehehe. . .Fred. . .).
"GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table exploded in appraisal as the boy joined them, by far the loudest table in the hall.
Harry and his friends began chattering again, in quiet whispers so as not to be heard, occasionally stopping to cheer new Gryffindors as they joined the table.
The sorting continued and when all the first years were seated at his or her respected tables everyone waited for the feast to appear. But appear it did not. The hall looked up towards the High Table and their eyes fell on the aged wizard that was seated in the middle.
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts, rose and looked out at the sea of students, all of whom were staring back at him, somewhat confused. "I would like to announce," he began, "That we will be adding another student to our fifth year population." The hall broke out into whispers.
"I would like you all to meet Rue Dominic Astair." He waved his hand toward the door behind the High Table and it slowly opened.
A teenage girl stepped into the hall smiling brightly. Her light blonde hair was pulled back into pigtails and a select few strands of hair fell over strangely colored eyes. They were a steely gray-blue color and held a glint in them that was recognized as one that was often seen in the Weasley twins', Ron's older brothers, eyes - the look that gives away that the person is up to some mischief. She wore baggy khaki capris and a purple top under her black robes. A single Ying-yang charm hung around her neck.
All chattering ceased immediately. The girl's smile widened and she waved at them all, "Hello!"
"Rue, if you would please take a seat so you can be sorted." Dumbledore said gently.
"Yes, Professor." She quickly came around the table and plopped herself down on the stool. McGonagall lowered the Sorting Hat onto her head and the hall was completely silent as they waited.
"My, my! You're quite the character, aren't you?" The Sorting Hat said quietly to Rue. "Why, I don't think I've met one as hard to place as you but once before! And that was Harry Potter!"
'Unlike Harry Potter I do not wish to exclude any houses.' Rue thought back calmly.
"And how do you know about that?"
'I have my ways. . .' Even though it was a thought it still had that mysterious tone to it. Rue's somewhat bland face - as it had been since the hat fell over her eyes - showed a mischievous smirk now.
"Indeed. . .well I know just the place for you, GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted out for the hall to hear.
Rue smiled brightly and pulled the hat off her head and hurried to the cheering table. She sat next to Lavender Brown and Pravati Patil who had scooted over to make room for her on the bench. She fell into conversation with the two, still smiling brightly.
A suspicious feeling in Harry's gut told him that this year promised to be very interesting. . .
A/N: So? What do you think? Please review! I'll try to type up another chapter and post it really soon! I want to write about Mr. Oinkers. . .BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OI! Chibs! Did you like the part 'bout Frederick? I couldn't think up anything else so I just put him in! So many cameos. . .PLEASE! Review and help my self-esteem. . .although it really doesn't need it. . .
Next Chapter:
Rue sat in the library, working on her homework. She heard footsteps drawing near her and looked up in time to notice four people coming towards her. One of the two girls had brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail to try to hide the bushiness. She had her arms full of books and smiled at Rue when she noticed she was being watched. The other girl had bright red hair that was shoulder length and a pleasant sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She waved at Rue and picked up her pace a bit. The tallest boy had the same bright hair as the one girl and his shaggy bangs fell down over his eyes. The last one had messy black hair and bright green eyes behind thick black glasses. His bangs shifted to reveal a thin lightning bolt scar in the center of his forehead.
'What have we here?' Rue thought as she surveyed the group. 'Well, if it isn't Harry Potter. . .'
STAY TUNED! ~
