"Janie's Got a Gun"
By: Jaylynn Jean Lee
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, ect., but I do own Janie Krustantras. (Taking a leaf out of Cat's book) You steal, I kill.
I am SO SO SO SO SOOOO sorry about my first draft, confusing Flitwick with McGonagall. I am so much a blonde it isn't even funny!
Dedications: This is for the band that inspired me to write this, Aerosmith. They rock! Lmao, but so do Sum41, Blink-182, ect. I'm a rocker, you know it!
Again, thanks to everyone who had reviewed for my previous story "Have I Ever Told You…" And THIS is what had come of that! *Shakes head* that's bad! LOL!
Those reviews are what makes me who I am today. Thank you.
And, with this fic, I'm taking a new approach, and not leaving you hanging on where the kids are, kk? Okay.
Now that that's over with, Happy New Years, and on with the fic!
Chapter 1
~In The Great Hall~
"Attention students!" Dumbledore called across the Great Hall at breakfast. Every head turned to face the silver haired aging man even with spoons at midway between plate and mouth. "I've a wonderful addition to our school to make! A little late, but still wonderful!" He turned his body to face the door that was just behind him. "Meet Janie Krustantras!"
Everyone clapped their hardest. Hermione, Harry and Ron clapped the least though, knowing what house she was going to be in.
A black haired, fair faced, blue eyed girl with black, thin rimmed glasses and was about Harry's height walked through the door and stopped where Dumbledore was standing. She looked almost the same as Narcissa Malfoy, only with darker hair and glasses.
"Janie, if you would please sit on the stool where the Sorting Hat is?" Dumbledore asked, motioning with his arm towards the stool where it magically appeared.
Professor McGonagall walked over to the stool, along with Janie, and picked up the hat so that Janie could sit. Janie had a very frightened look on her face, almost like she was on Death Row, and very pale. McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head, and everyone, including the teachers, held their breath waiting for the Sorting Hat's decision.
"You would be very good in Griffindor, you know that?" The hat whispered in her ear.
"Not Griffindor, please not Griffindor," she whispered back.
"Not Griffindor, eh? How about Hufflepuff? You have the loyalty."
"Not Hufflepuff, please to God not Hufflepuff."
"Okay, then it better be SLYTHERIN!" The Hat roared to the Great Hall.
The hall erupted in cheers and hollers from the four houses, but the most cheers came from the Slytherin house table.
Janie had a look of pure happiness as she got off the stool and walked towards the table that was decorated in Green and Silver. Janie was congratulated by every Slytherin she passed. Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode let the new sixth year sit by them. She glanced at the pale boy just down from herself, Draco Malfoy.
"That boy's name is Draco Malfoy, am I right?" She asked motioning towards him.
"Yeah, you've heard of him?" Pansy asked.
"Yes, you could say that," Janie slyly said.
Pansy and Millicent looked at eachother with raised eyebrows.
~In the Slytherin Dungeons~
Later that morning, Dumbledore decided to show Janie around the castle. He started with the Potions dungeon.
"Professor Snape?" Dumbledore called, opening the door.
"Yes, Albus?" Snape growled from behind his desk.
"I've got a new student I would like you to meet. A girl."
"What house is she in," He grumbled, still grading papers.
"Slytherin," Dumbledore said.
"Oh! Well, that changes everything!" Snape said happily. "My name is Professor Snape, I will be your Potions teacher for the next…er, what year are you in?"
"Sixth, Professor." Janie said sweetly.
"Oh, I will be your Potions teacher for the next two years then." Snape smiled a toothy, evil smile down at Janie, who looked up at him over the tops of her glasses scared.
"Thank you, Professor," Dumbledore said nodding.
Snape shook Janie's hand before the old man, and young girl could leave the dungeon.
After the two left, Snape muttered to himself, "She's going to go a long way. But a little too scared, almost like Potter." He shook his head. "Don't think about Potter, you old git. You know he isn't hot! You're forty, he's sixteen, you do the math!" Snape growled at himself for thinking those things.
"Okay, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts…um, McGonagall in a G-String, Dumbledore naked…okay! I'm all better now!"
~In the Charms Classroom~
An orange tabby cat was sitting on the desk of Professor Flitwick when Janie and Albus came in the doorway.
"Where's the teacher?" Janie asked Dumbledore, sweetly.
"He'll be here in a minute," Dumbledore replied slyly.
The cat jumped off the desk, stood on it's hindlegs and cocked it's head to the right.
"Oh, what a talented cat! I've never seen one that could do this without being told!" Janie exclaimed petting the cat behind it's ears. It apparently liked this, because it's purr filled the room.
"Um, Janie?" Dumbledore asked as sweetly as could be.
"Yes, sir?" Janie almost laughed, because the cat was licking the palm of Janie's hand.
"I hope you know, that's your Transfiguation teacher."
"My Transfiguration teacher is a-a-a-a cat?" Janie stuttered.
"No, your Transfiguration Teacher is an Animagus. The cat is your professor in that form," Dumbledore replied coolly. "Professor, if you would, please?"
At the request of Professor Dumbledore, the cat stopped moving, and a 'pop!' later, the stern faced teacher looked at Janie from behind her spectacles.
"You know, I could've really gotten used to that treatment."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were an Animagus." Janie replied looking at the floor.
"It wasn't your fault, you didn't know. So, you're new here, what was your charms class like back where you came from?" McGonagall asked, sitting down behind Flitwick's desk.
"About the same size, probably a little bit smaller-"
"No, that's not what I meant. I meant, what were you taught?"
"Oh! We were taught the Wijrs, Owejer, Owedifaj and Awerf Charms in the first year I was there."
At that time, Professor Flitwick came in through the door.
The professor had a look of confusion on his face, like she had no clue what Janie was talking about.
"Can you show me these charms? I've never heard of them before," Flitwick asked shaking his head.
"Oh! Yes, I can show you them, but I don't have my wand with me at the moment."
"You can borrow mine, it won't be quite as good as your own, but, close enough. I'm very curious about all these foreign charms." McGonagall said, getting out her own wand, and handing it to Janie.
"Oh, thank you Professor," Janie said taking the wand gingerly in her hands.
"You're welcome. Now, what do you need for these charms?" Flitwick asked.
"Well, the Awerf Charm needs a piece of parchment bottle of ink and quill."
"I've got one!" Dumbledore said pulling out a bottle, parchment and quill and setting them on the desk.
"Thank you Albus," Flitwick said nodding his head to the older man from behind the desk where McGonagall got up as soon as he came in the door. Albus just nodded his welcome and turned to Janie.
"Okay, um," she pointed the wand to the bottle of ink and quill and said, "Awerf Hello!" The quill jumped into the bottle of ink and sped across the parchment which wrote "Hello!" in a tidy scrawl and then jumped back into the bottle of ink, waiting to be used again.
"Wow!" Flitwick gasped. "That was amazing!"
"I kind of thought that was basic charm, but oh well." Janie said, looking a little confused.
"That's more an advanced charm here at Hogwarts. Can you show us the other three?" McGonagall asked.
"Yeah, sure." Janie said, then held the wand in palm of her hand, and said "Owejer Harry Potter!" Then, a miniature version of Harry stood in the palm of Janie's hand.
"Now, the Owejer Charm and the Owedifaj Charm work hand in hand." Janie replied looking at the small Harry Potter run across her palm that repeatedly took out it's wand, tried to curse Janie, gave up, and put it's wand away. "Owedifaj Harry Potter!" And with a 'pop!' the miniature Harry was gone.
"The Wijirs Charm is sure to be an advanced charm even for Applestem." Janie stated matter-of-factly.
"What, exactly, does the Wijirs Charm do?" Dumbledore asked curiously. He himself, never hearing the word 'Wijirs' before today.
"This charm is a play off of Owejer, but, much much more powerful," Janie almost hissed.
"How so?"
"I shall show you, Professors," Janie said coolly. She picked McGonagall's wand up off the desk where she had laid it down for a moment. She, again, laid the wand in the exact middle of her palm and kneeled down to the floor where she let the wand roll off her hand and stood up again.
Janie put her hands into a prayer position and closed her eyes. She kneeled down towards the wand, but never let her knees touch the ground. She put her hands out over the wand and muttered, just so that Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore could hear, "Wijirs Colo Sariea Draco Malfoy."
A strong wind blew through the classroom that ruffled all three of the people's robes, and, in Dumbledore's case, beard. The candles blew out, leaving a dark classroom. Five huge candles stood in the middle of the room in a great circle, fully lit.
The wind died down and a light from the ceiling that was warm and bright shone down around the circle of candles.
Inside the circle appeared a figure the Professors couldn't place at first because it's back was to them and the figure was hazy. A couple of seconds later, the figure cleared, and it became visible to the teachers of who it was.
"Draco Malfoy," McGonagall almost gaped at Janie. "And you can do this anywhere anytime?"
Janie still had her praying position with her eyes closed, and apparently couldn't hear the professor.
Draco looked up, upon hearing other people's voices. Janie gasped sharply, finishing the charm.
~To Be Continued~
A/N: I'm an eeveel cliffie writer, heh heh heh, but you still love me! (most of ya are goin' "pssh, yeah, right!" you know who you are!) I had to get this up BEFORE New Years, and I'm a whole three days early…damn. Oh, well! I'll live, you'll live, and you know the drill…yeah, the little white button right down there…yeah, that one!