Far away from Harry's bedroom, all the way in America, there was a 15-
year-old girl named Jill Lacey. Jill was not an ordinary girl; she was
part veela as well as part witch.
Despite the fact that she was part veela, there was something different about her. No one could really guess she was a veela; she didn't have that long and beautiful almost white blonde hair. Instead she had dark chocolate brown hair, a little bit below shoulder length that swished in the wind. Jill's dark honey eyes gave a feeling of warmth. She had small perfectly accented features and a trendy style that she carried gracefully with a dancer's posture.
In addition to her beauty, she was a great student and a good friend. Her father, Robert Lacey, was a good friend of Albus Dumbledore. He wished that his daughter could learn some proper magic. There was no known successful wizarding school in America; they had to home school Jill. Robert put her in a wizarding exchange-student program so she could visit different schools and the Lacey family could choose what school is best for her. Soon enough, her father received a letter from Albus saying that Jill was welcome to make a visit to Hogwarts. 'She will fit in with all the fifth years, I'm sure.' Albus had written.
That next September, Jill was off to Hogwarts. No one knew what trouble would come along.
~
A bright ray of sun shined through the light of Ron's window. Harry opened his eyes and stared around at the blinding orange colored room, smiling happily at the Chudley Cannon posters that surrounded the whole room. They flew around, disappearing off of the edge of the poster only to come back with a wide smile. Pigwidgeon was floating buoyantly around his cage, so happy that someone was finally awake.
What did I dream about? Harry asked himself. I could've sworn I had some kind of dream. And with a girl, a beautiful girl. The best looking girl I've ever seen, better than Cho. But what was it? Harry closed his eyes again and thought back, as deeply as he could remember. Soon, he had a clear picture of a beautiful 15-year-old girl with brown hair, smiling and waving as she walked down the Hogwarts corridor. She looked confident but a little bit nervous as she walked to class. There was some kind of gravitating force to her. Harry smiled meekly as she passed by, a glittering smile of perfectly straight teeth. Suddenly there was a flash and she was no longer beautiful. She looked upset and she was speaking to someone with a high and cold voice that Harry could not see. What was that voice? It sounded so familiar.
Harry opened his eyes quickly, with a twinge of pain in his scar. He felt sick to his stomach. That voice sounded just like. Just like Voldemort's. It couldn't be, could it? But then a rush of cold air swooped over Harry as he remembered the end of his fourth year. Of course it could be Voldemort. He was returned to full strength. But where was he? Where.
Harry's deep thoughts were interrupted by a moan from Ron across the abominably orange room.
"You awake Ron?" Harry whispered loudly.
"No need whispering, I am now." Ron said unappreciatively. "Oh, shut up Pig!" Pigwidgeon had been so excited that his master was awake that he had been flying around his cage, bumping into the sides and hitting his head foolishly.
"Ron, I had this dream. It wasn't quite what you would call a nightmare but it wasn't quite the best dream either."
"Harry, d' you think I can answer your question with that explanation? Thoroughly explain this dream." Ron rolled over to face Harry on the other side of the narrow room.
"Well, you see there was this girl that looked about our age and she was walking about Hogwarts corridor. She looked new, but that can't be possible can it? So as I was saying, she was very pretty and she looked like she fit right in to Hogwarts. But then there was this flash and she was speaking to Vol- sorry, You-Know-Who and she wasn't so pretty anymore. She looked really upset and then I couldn't see anything else because my scar hurt and I woke up." Harry rushed through the part with Voldemort, only to correct himself when Ron flinched from the name.
"So you're saying that perhaps she was in You-Know-Who's league, or something?" Ron looked slightly worried.
"No, I'm not quite sure about that."
"Did you ever see this girl before?"
"No, I wish I did. She looked like she was foreign though-I don't know anyone except at Hogwarts." Harry tried as best as he could to explain all this to Ron, but it was much too hard.
"Your scar hurt Harry? That's really bad! Well, I guess I would write to Dumbledore. And Sirius as well. None of this is too good Harry, but I guess it would be best to keep it secret. But it's just a dream, isn't it? A nightmare." Ron acted calm as he tried to cover up that he was scared. He wasn't doing a very good job.
"Well, I suppose." Harry tried to lighten up. "D' you think that the rest of the house is awake yet?" There was a loud explosion from Fred and George's room, followed by hysterical screaming from Mrs. Weasley.
"Well I suppose they are now, with that! I wonder what Fred and George are up to now. A few weeks ago they made these Drooling Dumplings-I wanted to give one to Dudley but Dad wouldn't let me tag along." Ron looked excited.
"Agh-yeah that would've been great!" Harry spoke with enthusiasm as he rubbed his head. He had just bumped it on the sloped orange ceiling of Ron's bedroom.
"Let's go down then," said Ron. "I don't want to miss breakfast!"
The two boys scrambled down the rickety and narrow staircase, zigzagging all the way down into the tiny Weasley kitchen. Harry could smell sausages, eggs, pancakes, and all the delicious aromas of Mrs. Weasley's fantastic cooking. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny all sat around the clean wooden table. They were almost finished eating, each of them frantically looking up at the special tall Grandfather clock, with the hands of Mr. Weasley and Percy still pointing to "Work."
Suddenly there was a loud hit on the glass of the windowpane.
"Hey there Errol, fly much?" George leaned out the window and picked Errol up by his back. "Letters from Hogwarts has arrived. I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is this year."
"So do I. It's a shame that Lockhart isn't there anymore. I think that this year I could've passed with top grades! He really was taking a favor to me." Ron grinned as Mrs. Weasley scolded him.
"Not today Ron. Your father and Percy are working top hours for the Ministry these days, and it won't be changing any time soon. It'll be dark days, Ron. I do think it will be extremely safe at Hogwarts, with Dumbledore around." Mrs. Weasley looked worried but smiled through her fears.
Suddenly, the hands of Percy and Mr. Weasley pointed to "Home."
"Hello Weasleys!"
Despite the fact that she was part veela, there was something different about her. No one could really guess she was a veela; she didn't have that long and beautiful almost white blonde hair. Instead she had dark chocolate brown hair, a little bit below shoulder length that swished in the wind. Jill's dark honey eyes gave a feeling of warmth. She had small perfectly accented features and a trendy style that she carried gracefully with a dancer's posture.
In addition to her beauty, she was a great student and a good friend. Her father, Robert Lacey, was a good friend of Albus Dumbledore. He wished that his daughter could learn some proper magic. There was no known successful wizarding school in America; they had to home school Jill. Robert put her in a wizarding exchange-student program so she could visit different schools and the Lacey family could choose what school is best for her. Soon enough, her father received a letter from Albus saying that Jill was welcome to make a visit to Hogwarts. 'She will fit in with all the fifth years, I'm sure.' Albus had written.
That next September, Jill was off to Hogwarts. No one knew what trouble would come along.
~
A bright ray of sun shined through the light of Ron's window. Harry opened his eyes and stared around at the blinding orange colored room, smiling happily at the Chudley Cannon posters that surrounded the whole room. They flew around, disappearing off of the edge of the poster only to come back with a wide smile. Pigwidgeon was floating buoyantly around his cage, so happy that someone was finally awake.
What did I dream about? Harry asked himself. I could've sworn I had some kind of dream. And with a girl, a beautiful girl. The best looking girl I've ever seen, better than Cho. But what was it? Harry closed his eyes again and thought back, as deeply as he could remember. Soon, he had a clear picture of a beautiful 15-year-old girl with brown hair, smiling and waving as she walked down the Hogwarts corridor. She looked confident but a little bit nervous as she walked to class. There was some kind of gravitating force to her. Harry smiled meekly as she passed by, a glittering smile of perfectly straight teeth. Suddenly there was a flash and she was no longer beautiful. She looked upset and she was speaking to someone with a high and cold voice that Harry could not see. What was that voice? It sounded so familiar.
Harry opened his eyes quickly, with a twinge of pain in his scar. He felt sick to his stomach. That voice sounded just like. Just like Voldemort's. It couldn't be, could it? But then a rush of cold air swooped over Harry as he remembered the end of his fourth year. Of course it could be Voldemort. He was returned to full strength. But where was he? Where.
Harry's deep thoughts were interrupted by a moan from Ron across the abominably orange room.
"You awake Ron?" Harry whispered loudly.
"No need whispering, I am now." Ron said unappreciatively. "Oh, shut up Pig!" Pigwidgeon had been so excited that his master was awake that he had been flying around his cage, bumping into the sides and hitting his head foolishly.
"Ron, I had this dream. It wasn't quite what you would call a nightmare but it wasn't quite the best dream either."
"Harry, d' you think I can answer your question with that explanation? Thoroughly explain this dream." Ron rolled over to face Harry on the other side of the narrow room.
"Well, you see there was this girl that looked about our age and she was walking about Hogwarts corridor. She looked new, but that can't be possible can it? So as I was saying, she was very pretty and she looked like she fit right in to Hogwarts. But then there was this flash and she was speaking to Vol- sorry, You-Know-Who and she wasn't so pretty anymore. She looked really upset and then I couldn't see anything else because my scar hurt and I woke up." Harry rushed through the part with Voldemort, only to correct himself when Ron flinched from the name.
"So you're saying that perhaps she was in You-Know-Who's league, or something?" Ron looked slightly worried.
"No, I'm not quite sure about that."
"Did you ever see this girl before?"
"No, I wish I did. She looked like she was foreign though-I don't know anyone except at Hogwarts." Harry tried as best as he could to explain all this to Ron, but it was much too hard.
"Your scar hurt Harry? That's really bad! Well, I guess I would write to Dumbledore. And Sirius as well. None of this is too good Harry, but I guess it would be best to keep it secret. But it's just a dream, isn't it? A nightmare." Ron acted calm as he tried to cover up that he was scared. He wasn't doing a very good job.
"Well, I suppose." Harry tried to lighten up. "D' you think that the rest of the house is awake yet?" There was a loud explosion from Fred and George's room, followed by hysterical screaming from Mrs. Weasley.
"Well I suppose they are now, with that! I wonder what Fred and George are up to now. A few weeks ago they made these Drooling Dumplings-I wanted to give one to Dudley but Dad wouldn't let me tag along." Ron looked excited.
"Agh-yeah that would've been great!" Harry spoke with enthusiasm as he rubbed his head. He had just bumped it on the sloped orange ceiling of Ron's bedroom.
"Let's go down then," said Ron. "I don't want to miss breakfast!"
The two boys scrambled down the rickety and narrow staircase, zigzagging all the way down into the tiny Weasley kitchen. Harry could smell sausages, eggs, pancakes, and all the delicious aromas of Mrs. Weasley's fantastic cooking. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny all sat around the clean wooden table. They were almost finished eating, each of them frantically looking up at the special tall Grandfather clock, with the hands of Mr. Weasley and Percy still pointing to "Work."
Suddenly there was a loud hit on the glass of the windowpane.
"Hey there Errol, fly much?" George leaned out the window and picked Errol up by his back. "Letters from Hogwarts has arrived. I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is this year."
"So do I. It's a shame that Lockhart isn't there anymore. I think that this year I could've passed with top grades! He really was taking a favor to me." Ron grinned as Mrs. Weasley scolded him.
"Not today Ron. Your father and Percy are working top hours for the Ministry these days, and it won't be changing any time soon. It'll be dark days, Ron. I do think it will be extremely safe at Hogwarts, with Dumbledore around." Mrs. Weasley looked worried but smiled through her fears.
Suddenly, the hands of Percy and Mr. Weasley pointed to "Home."
"Hello Weasleys!"