AliceRiddle/DesamayMalfoy: I've had this idea in my head for some time now and, since I've hit a writer's block in my other story, I thought I should start writing it. Well, I hope you enjoy it. Read and review.
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Albus Dumbledore looked at his window where a large, gray owl had just flown in. The owl had a letter tied to its leg. Dumbledore quickly went over to the owl and took the letter off. Dumbledore didn't recognize the handwriting, but the letter said it was from the headmaster of a wizard school in Romania.
Professor Albus Dumbledore,
Enclosed is a note with information on one of our students. We don't feel we can properly teach her magic anymore. Under the recommendation of Cornelius Fudge, your Minister of Magic, we are sending this student here. Please send a letter back as soon as magically possible with your response.
Sincerely,
Professor Balati Brasovarad
Headmaster of Nipova School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dumbledore opened the rest of the letter and read it carefully. Then he called McGonagall and the other teachers.
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"Absolutely not!" Severus said.
Albus turned to me now. "Minerva, what do you think? Should we allow this girl to transfer to Hogwarts?"
I looked down at the letter on the table in the staff room, "He said she was having dreams about...?" Albus nodded, "Well, if that's the case, then I would think bringing her here, under your protection, would stop her from having those dreams."
"That's was Cornelius thought," said Albus, "I agree with him, but I didn't want to enroll her unless you all agreed."
"I don't agree," Severus practically growled, "This girl presents a danger to the other students. I know the governers wouldn't want her here. She too much of a threat!"
"Her dreams are the danger, not her!" I yelled at him, "If she's at Hogwarts those dreams will stop!"
"She listens to the dreams," Severus argued back.
"She can't listen to the dreams if she's not having them," murmured Professor Sprout (AR/DM:what's her first name?).
Severus sighed in disgust, "How can the rest of you not see this will be dangerous?"
"Magic is dangerous," Professor Flitwick pointed out, "But we've all made livings teaching it. I think we should give this girl a chance."
"Very well," Severus snorted, "If the rest of you think this is a good idea, then I'm not going to argue. But, when she attacks Potter, I will not hesitate to gloat." With that, he whirled around and walked out.
I turned to Albus and the other teachers.
"I'll let Balati that we've agreed," said Dumbledore.
I looked down at the letter. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Alice Riddle."
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Alice's POV
I sighed, still sleepy from my flight from Romania to England. Professor Brasovarad had thought that it would be a good idea for me to come to England by a Muggle plane.
"Great idea, Professor," I muttered, yawning. Then I looked around to see how exactly I was going to get onto the Hogwarts Express. I had about twenty minutes to spare before the train left, but I felt thoroughly uneasy about being alone in King's Cross Station with nothing to do.
Suddenly, I noticed a large group of people, mainly made up of kids my age, heading towards where I was standing. I moved away from the barrier between platforms 9 and 10.
"Right then," said a man with flaming red hair, "Let's do this in pairs, as there are so many of us. I'll go first with Harry." Then he and a boy with black, messy hair went up and leaned against the barrier. As I watched, they slid through and disappeared. I blinked, sure I was seeing wrong. There was no way two people had just disappeared through a brick barrier. Then again, I reminded myself, those people were most likely wizards.
I waited until all of the people were through the barrier before I gulped and decided to give it a try. I went up, and leaned my back against the brick. In a second I had fallen backwards into a metal train platform. I looked up, pleased to see that I was on platform 9 3/4.
The black haired boy I had seen earlier and another boy with flaming red hair and freckles were heading towards the train. I followed the redhead boy onto the train, but his friend, who I now believed was named Harry, was called over behind a pillar by the man who had gone with him through the barrier. I shrugged, not caring what happened to the boy, and pushed past the redhead so that I could get a compartment all to myself.
The train whistle blew and it began to move. I looked out the window at all the parents who were clustered there, waving goodbye to their kids. I was struck by a pang of longing that no one out there was waving goodbye to me.
I was an orphan. My mother died about a year after I was born, and no one knew what exactly had happened to my father. All they knew was that he never came to get me after my mother's death. My mom didn't have any relatives that could take care of me. Both her parents had died when she was in her late teens and she had no brothers or sisters. So, since I didn't have anywhere to go, I was sent to an orphanage in Romania. I was told later that it was my father's wish I should live there.
I lived there for eleven years, learning things that were important for an average Romanian girl to know. Until, one day, I received a letter of acceptance from a school in Romania that no one had ever heard of: The Nipova School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I went there for two years. I learned, among other things, that I was a witch. I told all my friends back the orphanage what I had learned once I got back from school. They were so happy for me.
But, when I went back to school the next year, I started to have bad dreams. In them, a man told me things I should do to become a better witch. When I woke up, I did what he said. But everything he told me got me in trouble. I stopped listening to him. But, one night, he told me to read a book on dark arts. He said the book would help me learn how to defend myself against dark arts. I believed him. But, when I was caught reading the book, I got in serious trouble. It turned out that the book was actually about how to use the dark arts. That was the last straw for my headmaster. It happened at the end of the school year, and he said I was to transfer to another school, this one in England. So, I moved to an orphanage in England and was enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I looked down at my white cat, Snow, who was curled up in my arms. I had gotten her in Diagon Alley when I had gotten my new school supplies. She was now my best friend. Snow suddenly hissed.
"Shh!" I whispered, petting her, "Its ok."
It was rainy and dark outside. I didn't like storms, but I figured I should get used to them if I was going to live in England.
Suddenly, the train began to slow down. I narrowed my eyes and peered out the window. Even though I couldn't see outside, I was sure we couldn't be there yet. Then, all the lanterns went out. In the darkness, I could see figures moving outside, and I figured people were coming on board. I wondered if this always happened. But, judging by the whispers coming from outside, I didn't think it did. After a few minutes of being in the dark, the door of my compartment slid open. I turned my head, my eyes now used to the dark.
"Who's there?" I demanded.
I got no response. Instead, the figure let out a rattling breath. Immediately I got chills up and down my spine. Snow was hissing and spitting, fur on end.
"A dementor," I breathed, "Go away!"
The dementor didn't move.
Snow hopped off my lap and I stood up and pulled out my wand. "Go away!" I yelled at it. I didn't think it would work until, to my surprise, the dementor turned and whisked out of the doorway.
I crossed the room quickly and slammed the door. Then I went back to my seat, breathing hard. Snow hopped back on my lap. She was still hissing slightly.
After a few minutes, the lights came back on and the train moved again. The lady with the food tray came by. I bought a large piece of chocolate from her and ate it, enjoying the warm feeling I got from it.
"If that's normal at Hogwarts," I muttered, "This is going to be an interesting year."
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Albus Dumbledore looked at his window where a large, gray owl had just flown in. The owl had a letter tied to its leg. Dumbledore quickly went over to the owl and took the letter off. Dumbledore didn't recognize the handwriting, but the letter said it was from the headmaster of a wizard school in Romania.
Professor Albus Dumbledore,
Enclosed is a note with information on one of our students. We don't feel we can properly teach her magic anymore. Under the recommendation of Cornelius Fudge, your Minister of Magic, we are sending this student here. Please send a letter back as soon as magically possible with your response.
Sincerely,
Professor Balati Brasovarad
Headmaster of Nipova School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dumbledore opened the rest of the letter and read it carefully. Then he called McGonagall and the other teachers.
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"Absolutely not!" Severus said.
Albus turned to me now. "Minerva, what do you think? Should we allow this girl to transfer to Hogwarts?"
I looked down at the letter on the table in the staff room, "He said she was having dreams about...?" Albus nodded, "Well, if that's the case, then I would think bringing her here, under your protection, would stop her from having those dreams."
"That's was Cornelius thought," said Albus, "I agree with him, but I didn't want to enroll her unless you all agreed."
"I don't agree," Severus practically growled, "This girl presents a danger to the other students. I know the governers wouldn't want her here. She too much of a threat!"
"Her dreams are the danger, not her!" I yelled at him, "If she's at Hogwarts those dreams will stop!"
"She listens to the dreams," Severus argued back.
"She can't listen to the dreams if she's not having them," murmured Professor Sprout (AR/DM:what's her first name?).
Severus sighed in disgust, "How can the rest of you not see this will be dangerous?"
"Magic is dangerous," Professor Flitwick pointed out, "But we've all made livings teaching it. I think we should give this girl a chance."
"Very well," Severus snorted, "If the rest of you think this is a good idea, then I'm not going to argue. But, when she attacks Potter, I will not hesitate to gloat." With that, he whirled around and walked out.
I turned to Albus and the other teachers.
"I'll let Balati that we've agreed," said Dumbledore.
I looked down at the letter. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Alice Riddle."
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Alice's POV
I sighed, still sleepy from my flight from Romania to England. Professor Brasovarad had thought that it would be a good idea for me to come to England by a Muggle plane.
"Great idea, Professor," I muttered, yawning. Then I looked around to see how exactly I was going to get onto the Hogwarts Express. I had about twenty minutes to spare before the train left, but I felt thoroughly uneasy about being alone in King's Cross Station with nothing to do.
Suddenly, I noticed a large group of people, mainly made up of kids my age, heading towards where I was standing. I moved away from the barrier between platforms 9 and 10.
"Right then," said a man with flaming red hair, "Let's do this in pairs, as there are so many of us. I'll go first with Harry." Then he and a boy with black, messy hair went up and leaned against the barrier. As I watched, they slid through and disappeared. I blinked, sure I was seeing wrong. There was no way two people had just disappeared through a brick barrier. Then again, I reminded myself, those people were most likely wizards.
I waited until all of the people were through the barrier before I gulped and decided to give it a try. I went up, and leaned my back against the brick. In a second I had fallen backwards into a metal train platform. I looked up, pleased to see that I was on platform 9 3/4.
The black haired boy I had seen earlier and another boy with flaming red hair and freckles were heading towards the train. I followed the redhead boy onto the train, but his friend, who I now believed was named Harry, was called over behind a pillar by the man who had gone with him through the barrier. I shrugged, not caring what happened to the boy, and pushed past the redhead so that I could get a compartment all to myself.
The train whistle blew and it began to move. I looked out the window at all the parents who were clustered there, waving goodbye to their kids. I was struck by a pang of longing that no one out there was waving goodbye to me.
I was an orphan. My mother died about a year after I was born, and no one knew what exactly had happened to my father. All they knew was that he never came to get me after my mother's death. My mom didn't have any relatives that could take care of me. Both her parents had died when she was in her late teens and she had no brothers or sisters. So, since I didn't have anywhere to go, I was sent to an orphanage in Romania. I was told later that it was my father's wish I should live there.
I lived there for eleven years, learning things that were important for an average Romanian girl to know. Until, one day, I received a letter of acceptance from a school in Romania that no one had ever heard of: The Nipova School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I went there for two years. I learned, among other things, that I was a witch. I told all my friends back the orphanage what I had learned once I got back from school. They were so happy for me.
But, when I went back to school the next year, I started to have bad dreams. In them, a man told me things I should do to become a better witch. When I woke up, I did what he said. But everything he told me got me in trouble. I stopped listening to him. But, one night, he told me to read a book on dark arts. He said the book would help me learn how to defend myself against dark arts. I believed him. But, when I was caught reading the book, I got in serious trouble. It turned out that the book was actually about how to use the dark arts. That was the last straw for my headmaster. It happened at the end of the school year, and he said I was to transfer to another school, this one in England. So, I moved to an orphanage in England and was enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I looked down at my white cat, Snow, who was curled up in my arms. I had gotten her in Diagon Alley when I had gotten my new school supplies. She was now my best friend. Snow suddenly hissed.
"Shh!" I whispered, petting her, "Its ok."
It was rainy and dark outside. I didn't like storms, but I figured I should get used to them if I was going to live in England.
Suddenly, the train began to slow down. I narrowed my eyes and peered out the window. Even though I couldn't see outside, I was sure we couldn't be there yet. Then, all the lanterns went out. In the darkness, I could see figures moving outside, and I figured people were coming on board. I wondered if this always happened. But, judging by the whispers coming from outside, I didn't think it did. After a few minutes of being in the dark, the door of my compartment slid open. I turned my head, my eyes now used to the dark.
"Who's there?" I demanded.
I got no response. Instead, the figure let out a rattling breath. Immediately I got chills up and down my spine. Snow was hissing and spitting, fur on end.
"A dementor," I breathed, "Go away!"
The dementor didn't move.
Snow hopped off my lap and I stood up and pulled out my wand. "Go away!" I yelled at it. I didn't think it would work until, to my surprise, the dementor turned and whisked out of the doorway.
I crossed the room quickly and slammed the door. Then I went back to my seat, breathing hard. Snow hopped back on my lap. She was still hissing slightly.
After a few minutes, the lights came back on and the train moved again. The lady with the food tray came by. I bought a large piece of chocolate from her and ate it, enjoying the warm feeling I got from it.
"If that's normal at Hogwarts," I muttered, "This is going to be an interesting year."
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