Author: Tigergirl
Rated: PG / PG-13
Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Harry Potter. However, I own Roxanne and her mother and any other recognized characters.
Summary: The new year starts off great but what's this? Fudge has a daughter?! This rebellious teen comes to Hogwarts and is ready to prove herself to everyone. But what happens when she becomes enemies with Malfoy and somewhat friends with a certain Potions professor? Surely only chaos can now ensue.
Chapter 1
The train rocked on as it finished coming out of the dark, eerie tunnel. Harry sighed softly as he stared out the window. Ron and Hermione were currently in the compartments reserved for the prefects. Harry didn't mind being alone. It gave him some time to think and to relax in the peace and quiet.
He was about ready to fall asleep when the compartment door opened. The boy who lived looked up to see a girl in wizarding robes whom he had never seen before. She had light brown hair that flowed straight a little past her shoulders. Her light gray eyes scanned the compartment before landing on him.
"Hi. Do you mind if I sit in here? Everywhere else is full up," said the strange girl.
"I don't mind," replied Harry.
The girl smiled as she stepped inside and closed the compartment door behind her. She sat down across from him and smiled.
"What house are you in? I don't remember seeing you before," asked Harry.
"That's probably cause I've never been to Hogwarts. I'm a transfer student. I've been going to a private wizarding school but my mom had me transferred to Hogwarts this year. Name's Roxanne. But you can call me Roxy," introduced Roxy.
"Nice to meet you, Roxy. I'm Harry Potter."
"I figured. I've seen your picture like a million times in the Daily Prophet. It's great to finally meet you," said Roxy as they shook hands.
"So what house do you think you'll be put in?" questioned Harry.
"I think Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. My dad was a Ravenclaw and my mom was a Hufflepuff. Personally, I really don't care what house the Sorting Hat sorts me into. I just want make friends and learn new things," answered Roxy.
Harry smiled. He could picture Roxy in just about every house but Slytherin. She just didn't seem like the Slytherin type to him.
"I don't mean to be rude or anything but can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Can you really talk to snakes?"
"Yes."
Roxy showed a look of awe and wonder when he answered to her in Parseltongue. Over
the summer, Harry had learned how to speak in Parseltongue on purpose. It was like speaking a second language. Speaking Parseltongue just came naturally to him.
"That's really cool, Harry."
"I'm glad you think so. In my second year, everyone saw me as a freak."
"And as Slytherin's heir."
Harry raised an eyebrow. He hadn't been expecting Roxy to know about that small bit of information.
"How do you know about that?"
"I have my sources. You know you shouldn't care what others think about what you say or do. Take Malfoy for example. He likes to belittle people and lower their confidence and self-esteem. You should be thinking "He can go dry up for all I care." Don't let him get under your skin. If worse comes to worse, just hex him when no one's looking."
The two teenagers laughed and talked the rest of the train ride. When they arrived at the station, Harry headed for the carriages and Roxy went to join the first years with Hagrid.
"Where are you going?" inquired Harry.
"Sorry, Potter. I have to be sorted with the first years so I have to go with them. I'll catch up with you later," promised Roxy.
Harry smiled before running to catch up with Ron and Hermione who had called out his name.
"Who was that you were talking to, Harry?" asked Hermione, her and Ron having not been able to see Roxy very clearly.
"Transfer student. Her name's Roxy," explained Harry as they climbed into the carriage.
"That name sounds familiar," proclaimed Ron.
"Does her parents work at the Ministry?" asked Ron.
"I don't know. I didn't ask her about her parents. In fact, she didn't tell me her sur name now that I think about it," murmured Harry.
Professor McGonagall led the first years into the room and Harry searched for Roxy among them. He finally spotted her talking to a small boy who seemed to be talking excitedly to her.
"That's her," whispered Harry to his friends.
"You know I think I know her. She looks really familiar," muttered Ron.
"Whatever, Ron."
Dumbledore gave his usual speech and then the sorting began. As the first years were beginning to be sorted, Ron was trying to figure out Roxy's sur name.
"Adamson family? Nah, they only got one kid and it's a boy."
"Annel, Jamie!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Strekin family? Nope. They got eight kids who all go to Beauxbatons. They'd never send a child to Hogwarts."
"Baska, Kelvin!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Could it be the Temors? Can't be them either. The girl is only eight years old."
"Desmeris, Angela!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"She can't be a Leekin. Everyone in that family has snow white hair."
"Eean, Trent!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Oh no," groaned Ron.
"What?" whispered Harry.
"I just figured out her sur name. Roxy's a-,"
"Sixth year! Fudge, Roxanne!"
"-Fudge."
A wildfire of whispers rang out through the Great Hall. Harry's jaw dropped as Roxy sat down on the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. He couldn't believe that his new friend was the daughter of a man he not only hated but wished would leave the wizarding world altogether.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Some people clapped but most that clapped were the Hufflepuffs. Roxy walked over to the Hufflepuff table and sat down beside Justin Finch-Fletchley who introduced himself to her. The Sorting Ceremony carried on after that and when the last student had been sorted (into Slytherin), food appeared on the tables and everyone dug in.
"So Ernie have you found a Keeper yet?" questioned Justin.
"It's only the first night back, Justin. I have to set up tryout's first," replied Ernie.
Roxy gazed up from her plate and over at Harry who looked up as well. Their eyes locked for what seemed like forever when Harry broke the contact and went back to eating. Sighing, the Hufflepuff girl put her head down and slowly ate her dinner.
I should have told him in the beginning. Now Harry hates me, thought Roxanne.
"Harry!"
He didn't need to look to know who had called his name. Even though he didn't want to talk he stopped anyway. Roxy appeared by his side and smiled.
"What do you want?" murmured Harry.
"Listen to me. I'm sorry for not telling you. I know that should have been my number one priority but I know how you feel about my father. I know that you hate him beyond all reason," said Roxy.
"You seem to know a lot of things. Do you know why I hate your father so much?" sneered Harry.
Roxy nodded. Harry groaned and moved to walk on but Roxy blocked his path. He glared at her angrily.
"Why are you acting like this?" asked Roxy.
The Gryffindor just continued to glare at her and that's when it donned on her.
"You think I'm like him. Like I'm my father's copy," mumbled the brown haired Hufflepuff.
"That's right, Fudge."
The next thing Harry knew Roxy had punched him in the face and he was on the ground. Roxy stood over him with a look to kill on her face. He could not believe she had just punched him. Weren't Hufflepuff's supposed to be kind and gentle?
"I am in no way like that sorry excuse for a man and wizard! It's thanks to him that I've
gone to a private wizarding school for the last five years. Justin Finch-Fletchley is the first muggle-born I have ever met. You know how my father was going to send you to Azkaban
in your fifth year? Well, thanks to me, he gave you the trial that Dumbledore requested," explained Roxy with tears in her eyes.
Harry stared at her speechless with his hand to his bleeding nose where Roxy had hit him.
"Roxy, I'm so sorry," apologized Harry as he stood up.
"You sure as hell better be, Potter. Or don't you know that Fudge's don't forget or forgive so easily?"
The look in Roxy's eyes had been completely scared now. Roxy's face suddenly changed. Her frown became a playful smile and her eyes no longer held that fiery look he had witnessed only two seconds ago.
"Got you for a minute there, eh Harry?" laughed Roxy.
It was then that Harry realized that Roxy had been playing with him. She had never been mad at him at all.
"You sure did. Especially in the nose," chuckled Harry.
"Sorry but I think you may have deserved that one. Next time, don't judge a book by its cover. But if you're talking about my dad, go right ahead and do so."
The two laughed as if they had been friends forever. Roxy helped Harry take care of his nose and then they walked together to the Great Hall. They each bid good-bye and headed to their house tables.
"Morning, Roxy," greeted Justin when she sat down beside him.
"Good morning, Justin. Did you happen to hear loud music last night?" asked Roxy.
"Yep. Everyone in Hufflepuff heard it. The loud music was coming from the Sytherin's. They play loud music the first night back to school, every Friday, just about every holiday, and the last night at Hogwarts. It always keeps just about everyone up," explained Justin.
Roxy narrowed her eyes and gazed over at the Slytherin table. She knew that if she didn't get any sleep for that many days she was going to go after someone.
"Hey! Post's here," called Ernie who had just sat down on the other side of Justin.
Owls flooded into the room. They dropped off packages, letters, magazines, the Daily Prophet and many other things. But one bird stood out from the whole lot. This bird was a greenish black color and looked like a small, underfed vulture. Some of the students, having known exactly what the bird was, gasped softly as it flew for the Hufflepuff table.
The bird swooped down at the Slytherin table but did not deliver anything. Instead it snatched a lovely piece of an apple out of Malfoy's hand. The Slytherin boy cursed loudly and profoundly as the bird flew towards the Hufflepuffs. This time it landed in front of Roxy, eating the apple piece hungrily.
"What you got for me today, boy?" asked Roxy.
The bird stuck its leg out which had a letter attached to it. She took the letter off and handed the bird a piece of fruit as she ripped it open and read it.
Dear Roxanne,
I'm still not happy about your mother's decision to send you to Hogwarts but if it makes you happy, it makes me happy. What house were you sorted into? I bet it was Ravenclaw just like your father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. I'll be coming to Hogwarts on the day of the first Quidditch match. I've already heard that it will be Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin. Hufflepuff better be ready to lose! See you soon.
Love,
Dad
Roxy's eyes flashed as she whipped out her wand and cast Incendio on it. Ernie and Justin both looked away when she looked up. She was smirking a smirk that could only possibly belong to a Slytherin.
"So who's the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain?" questioned Roxy.
"I am and I'm also a Prefect. Justin's a Chaser," answered Ernie.
"Then expect to see me at tryout's for Keeper, captain," said Roxy.
End of Chapter 1
I hope you all like this first chapter. I'm going to try to make the next chapter a little longer than this. Anyway, please review! My muses feed off of reviews. The more reviews, the more energy they get.