Harry Potter FanFic
Analise Montgomery was born to muggle parents. Her parents were both pastors of a kind and lived a very religious life. They spent their life trying to convert people to their faith. Analise had a happy early childhood. Her parents liked to teach her about their faith and Analise became devote but not as much as they were. Because of this they tended to ignore Analise a little. But she didn't mind, she would follow along and watch them preach.
She was fine with her life and fine with her god until one horrific day during August of her eleventh year of life. Her parents were brutally murdered in their own house. A man, a serial killer targeted highly Christian people to kill. Her parents had heard the man break into their house, they called the police and managed to hide Analise in a closet, before the man got to them. Through the slits in the closet door she was able to see her parents and the man arguing, then the man pulled out a knife and stabbed her mother threw the heart. Her father lunged at the man a wrestled him to the floor but the man managed to gut her father. Just as she saw her father fall, the police drove up. The man was already out the back door and away before the police came to the door. The police were pounding on the door but Analise could do nothing but stare at their bodies. She managed to pull herself together enough to open the door. The police looked shocked at the bodies and then at the little girl standing their white-faced and frozen. They demanded to know what had happened there but Analise could barely think clearly. "Man…knife…yelling…mommy…daddy." Was all she could stammer out. One of policeman took her to their car to drive her to the station for more answers and to get her away from the scene.
The policemen were not able to find any contact numbers in the house and Analise could not tell them anything because she could barely think straight much less think of any living relatives. After a week at a psyche ward in a hospital, Analise finally snapped out of her trance and was able to talk about it. She had relived it in her head a hundred times and it never got better. She was finally able to tell the police what happened and to talk her feelings over with her psychiatrist. They asked her if she knew of any relatives and as far as she knew there were none because both her parents were single children and all her grandparents were already dead. There was no one she could stay with so they decided to put her in an orphanage once they decided that she was psychologically sound.
When people visited the orphanage they never looked at her because she was on of the older children and older children were never desirable. Analise spent most of her time studying and working to keep the images from coming back. Dreams haunted her at night but she got past them.
One day three years later Analise knew she would never get adopted, even with her sob story. It didn't help that she had given up with her faith all those years ago, when she decided that god was dumb because he was really the reason her parents were killed in the first place. The man was never caught and Analise didn't care anymore. For a while she had wished for his blood but she eventually decided he wasn't worth it.
She was very quiet and intelligent. She helped the other children with their studies and helped them think of ways to look cute to prospective parents. Some might say that she had the touch of an angel because of the way she cared for others even with everything she had been through. But none of the people who would participate in an adoption ever saw that. Not the people who came interested in adoption, not the legal people, not even the head woman at the orphanage, only the other children saw it and occasionally the lower workers like the janitor. Analise didn't really want to be adopted, so never made the attempt to suck up to anyone.
Anyways when she realized that there was no point in staying in the orphanage, she began to plan her escape. She would miss the children but she need to get away and find herself, find explanations to things that need explaining. She planned it carefully, so that she would have enough time to get far enough away. So before going to school, she told the matron that she was going to go to the library right after school to get some studying done and would not be back until late. So no one would worry too much, she left a note in a place that someone would find the next morning, taped to one of the cereal boxes.
After school, Analise headed straight to the bus terminal. She took the first bus out of there and got off at the fifth stop. There was a slightly woody part so she entered it and wandered through the trees. She walked and walked enjoying the scenery, until it started getting dark. Unsure of what she was going to do, Analise had come prepared, so she had a blanket and matches so that she could start a fire. The only survival techniques she knew were the ones she learned on the occasional camping trips the orphanage took. But it was the middle of summer, so she made herself fairly comfortable and fell asleep.
Analise awoke slightly disoriented but then she remembered where she was and proceeded to close camp and get ready to start walking again. Unsure of where she was going or even where she wanted to go, Analise continued to walk it was around midmorning that she felt an odd tingling and then came across a railroad track. I didn't seem too busy so Analise decided to follow it. Eating berries and food she came across in the woods and along the track, Analise was able to survive. Eating the food that she had brought with her only when she could find no other food.
After walking for 3 days, Analise came across the train first train platform she had seen along the track. It was practically abandoned. Climbing on to the train platform, Analise saw what looked like a big castle. Not remember any castle like this in England, Analise decided to go over and investigate. Analise approached what appeared to be a cabin of some sort on the edge of the grounds. She didn't realize how hungry she really was until she smelled food coming from the house. She approached the house, when a very large hairy man came out of it. He didn't see her until she squeaked. He came over to her and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"I…I…I'm A…Analise Montgomery." Stammered Analise, "I…I don't k…know where here is."
The man looked shocked and then a little confused. "Maybe you better be coming with me then. I'll take you to Dumbledore and see what he thinks." The man said and started up toward the castle. "Oh by the way, the name's Hagrid."
"Nice to meet you." Analise managed to answer without stuttering.
"Where are you from?" Hagrid asked. Analise didn't know what to say cause she didn't want them to find out what she had done. But lying didn't come easily to her, so she answered truthfully, "London."
"London, eh, bloody, how on earth did you get here?"
"I walked." Analise answered simply. They were walking through corridor after corridor and up multiple staircases. She was so lost. Finally they came up to a gargoyle, Hagrid said "lemon drop" to it and it sprang to life and move to reveal a wall that split in two. Inside was a spiral staircase, until they came to a wooden door with a griffin as a doorknocker. They arrived in a circular office, in which sat a wizened old looking man. "Hagrid, who have you brought me?" The old man asked.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir, this girl showed up on the grounds and I don't think she was meant to be here." Hagrid answered and then went up to the man to whisper in his ear.
"Ah, okay." The old man said, "Analise, let me explain to you. My name is Albus Dumbledore. You are in the Hogwarts School of Wizardry."
"Wizardry!?" Analise exclaimed.
"Yes, and you have somewhat baffled me as to how got onto the grounds."
"I just walked." Analise stated.
"There are wards on these grounds and you have managed to get past them. I would like to try a spell on you to see what happens."
"A spell? What spell?"
"A quick levitation spell, to see if my magic works on you."
"Alright." Analise agreed and waited for something to happen. But nothing did. Dumbledore stood slightly confused and then tried some other more harmless spells. When absolutely nothing happened, Dumbledore tried some of the harsher spells but nothing happened still. He looked extremely concerned and whispered something to Hagrid, who left right after.
Confused Analise asked, "What is wrong? I haven't done anything wrong have I?"
"No child, you have done nothing, but I would like to ask you several questions, when some of the other teachers arrive." Dumbledore reassured. Analise just nodded and cowered in the chair. Finally two teachers walked in, one was particularly grease or slimy looking and the other was an old woman. "This is Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall." Introduced Professor Dumbledore, pointing to each teacher in turn. "Professor Snape is going to give you something to drink and we are going to ask you a few questions."
Analise nodded and could not help thinking that this felt eerily like an inquisition. The drink that Professor Snape gave her was not bad tasting it was actually quite good. The three teachers stared at her expectantly and when nothing happened they stared at each other. Professor Snape looked a little indignant, Professor McGonagall looked completely stunned, and Professor Dumbledore looked like he was starting to understand. Professor Dumbledore sent for Hagrid to take her down to the great hall for some food. Analise started to follow Hagrid but her legs were so tired and she was so very hungry (plus she was dehydrated) that she collapsed on the way out. Professor Dumbledore called out, "On second thought take her to the Hospital Wing where she can rest and get Madam Pomfrey to feed her."
Hagrid took Analise in his arms because she could not support herself anymore. Now that she had finally stopped, nothing seemed to work, it was like she was in autopilot before. In the Hospital Wing, Hagrid laid her out on one of the bed and it was absolutely heavenly.
Analise yawned and then asked Hagrid, "Where are all the students?"
"Oh, term hasn't started yet, so they won't be arriving for a few more days." Hagrid answered right as a lady, Analise assumed was Madam Pomfrey, came bustling up.
"Hagrid, leave me and let me tend to my patient. Tut tut, girl, you haven't been eating very much and how much water have you been drinking?
Dumbledore looked gravely at his colleagues. "We have a problem of a sorts."
"I believe you are right." Snape agreed, "No one has ever been unaffected by my Veritaserum."
"How dangerous can she be? She is just a child." McGonagall insisted.
"It is not the child I am worried about. It is what someone can do with the girl. If someone like Voldemort ever got a hold of her, they could use her to do their bidding. Though anyone would have a hard time convincing that child, and no magic works on her." Dumbledore replied.
"Absolutely none?" McGonagall asked.
"I tried a dozen spells, Minerva. None of them worked and neither did Severus's Veritaserum." Dumbledore answered
"Will we keeping her at the school then?"
"Yes. I think she might be able to some magic. I want to keep a close eye on her education."
A couple days later…
Analise was nearly recovered, she had a couple visits from Dumbledore, who told her she was most certainly welcome to stay at the school. He also mentioned that if the school felt lonely then she should just wait a few days and then it would be filled with students.
So she started to here some more bustle in the school. Madam Pomfrey was on her way out, Analise called out, "Have the students arrived?"
"Yes, child, they have and a right rowdy bunch at that." She answered and bustled out.
"Soon I will be able to go out and meet people and see the rest of the school." Analise thought to herself.
The next day Madam Pomfrey announced that Analise was fit enough to leave as long as she promised to eat. Professor McGonagall came and took her down to the great hall.
"Professor Dumbledore wanted you to meet some of the students, so I thought I would introduce you to some of the students in my house, Griffindore." McGonagall said, "Ah here are a few second years, they are about your age. Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Potter, this is Analise Montgomery. She is a visitor, I expect you to treat her nicely. I must go, but if you could give her a tour and take her to some of your class that would be appreciated." And with that McGonagall left Analise with three strangers.
"Hi," Analise said hesiatantly, "It's nice to meet you."
"Hello, my name is Hermione."
"The name's Ron."
The second boy looked a little expectant, but when Analise said nothing, he introduced himself, "I'm Harry Potter."
"You guys can call me Analise."
"Well we better get to class." Hermione insisted. I followed along. Ron was whispering something to Harry. "I can't believe she didn't even bat an eyelash when you introduced yourself."
"Maybe, she has never heard of me."
"Yeah I guess so but I always think the whole world knows you."
"She might be a muggle. She was wearing cloths from the outside world."
"How did she get here? She's not in any of the classes." Harry could only shrug.
"What class are we going to?" Analise asked Hermione.
"Potions with Professor Snape."
"Snape? Oh I met him earlier."
They entered the dungon classroom. "Watch out for Snape, he can be rather mean sometimes." Ron whispered in her ear. There were no seats next to her guides so she sat next to a rather agitated boy. Analise introduced herself. "What's your name?"
"Neville, pleased to meet you." He answered quickly before Snape started the class.
"Everyone we have a guest, Miss Analise Montgomery. Treat here well. Now then take out…" Snape explained the potion to the class. "Miss Montgomery you may work with Mr. Longbottom." Snape stated sharply.
"Would you like me to help you cut?" Analise asked when she saw Neville's shaking hands.
"Yes, please." Neville answered. Analise helped him with the more delicate work. "Why are you so nervous?" She asked.
"I'm not very good at this class."
"Oh that's like me in my old acting class. My teacher would get so picky that I forgot all my lines everytime." Neville smiled.
His potion turned out perfectly, probably because of Analise but that didn't matter. Snape had no reason to yell at Neville, so he spat out, "It turned out well this time, but next time you will not have Miss Montgomery helping you."
Neville just sighed thankfully, grateful that he wasn't going to get chewed out this time. "Thanks for helping me out during class." Neville told Analise. She just smiled and said, "No problem."
"Well what did you think?" Ron asked her after they left the room.
"It wasn't so bad. I've had worse teachers, but he could be a little nicer. What do you guys have next?"
"Lunch…" Ron started to answer but Hermione cut in, "And then Defense Against the Dark Arts," Hermoine said with a dreamy look in her eye, "with Gilderoy Lockheart."
"What's with her?" Analise asked Harry.
"She has some sort of crush on this guy. I find him plain annoying." He answered. Analise just raised an eyebrow in response.
During lunch Analise was amazed with the size and grandeur of the great hall. She also was constantly surprised with the little bits of magic that she saw going on around her. Soon afterward she saw why Harry found Lockheart so irritating. He had managed to corner Harry and would not shut up about himself or how Harry could become more famous. Harry stood there almost rolling his eyes in disgust. Analise just wanted to smack the guy it was so annoying.
"Geez, I understand why you get so annoyed." Analise said, "he has got the biggest ego I've ever seen. I'm surprised his head fit through the door."
Ron and Harry looked at her for a second and then the three of them burst out laughing. "It's a good thing Hermione didn't hear you, she can't see straight when it come to him." Ron wheezed as he tried to catch his breath.
Analise spent most of her time with Ron, Harry and Hermione. She followed them to their classes and joined in when she could. But it is rather hard to do magic without a wand so she had to sit back and watch for many classes. But class where wands were not needed like History of Magic or parts of potions were fasinating to Analise. Analise also spent some time almost everyday with Dumbledore. He did a lot of testing on her as did some other teachers. But none of the spells they tried worked. "Do you have any idea why magic won't work on me?" Analise asked Dumbledore one day.
"I am just as clueless as you are my dear." He answered.
"Everything you have tried hasn't even left a scratch or anything."
"I have a question for you, have you ever been sick?"
"Not for several years. Not since…" Analise trailed of as she remembered parts of that horrible night. Dumbledore laid a hand on her arm and that was enough to shake her from her reverie. "Sorry, not since my parents were killed." Analise managed to force out. The first thought that shot through Dumbledore's mind was another one, another child whose parents were killed by someone evil. Sadly there are so many in this school.
Analise Montgomery was born to muggle parents. Her parents were both pastors of a kind and lived a very religious life. They spent their life trying to convert people to their faith. Analise had a happy early childhood. Her parents liked to teach her about their faith and Analise became devote but not as much as they were. Because of this they tended to ignore Analise a little. But she didn't mind, she would follow along and watch them preach.
She was fine with her life and fine with her god until one horrific day during August of her eleventh year of life. Her parents were brutally murdered in their own house. A man, a serial killer targeted highly Christian people to kill. Her parents had heard the man break into their house, they called the police and managed to hide Analise in a closet, before the man got to them. Through the slits in the closet door she was able to see her parents and the man arguing, then the man pulled out a knife and stabbed her mother threw the heart. Her father lunged at the man a wrestled him to the floor but the man managed to gut her father. Just as she saw her father fall, the police drove up. The man was already out the back door and away before the police came to the door. The police were pounding on the door but Analise could do nothing but stare at their bodies. She managed to pull herself together enough to open the door. The police looked shocked at the bodies and then at the little girl standing their white-faced and frozen. They demanded to know what had happened there but Analise could barely think clearly. "Man…knife…yelling…mommy…daddy." Was all she could stammer out. One of policeman took her to their car to drive her to the station for more answers and to get her away from the scene.
The policemen were not able to find any contact numbers in the house and Analise could not tell them anything because she could barely think straight much less think of any living relatives. After a week at a psyche ward in a hospital, Analise finally snapped out of her trance and was able to talk about it. She had relived it in her head a hundred times and it never got better. She was finally able to tell the police what happened and to talk her feelings over with her psychiatrist. They asked her if she knew of any relatives and as far as she knew there were none because both her parents were single children and all her grandparents were already dead. There was no one she could stay with so they decided to put her in an orphanage once they decided that she was psychologically sound.
When people visited the orphanage they never looked at her because she was on of the older children and older children were never desirable. Analise spent most of her time studying and working to keep the images from coming back. Dreams haunted her at night but she got past them.
One day three years later Analise knew she would never get adopted, even with her sob story. It didn't help that she had given up with her faith all those years ago, when she decided that god was dumb because he was really the reason her parents were killed in the first place. The man was never caught and Analise didn't care anymore. For a while she had wished for his blood but she eventually decided he wasn't worth it.
She was very quiet and intelligent. She helped the other children with their studies and helped them think of ways to look cute to prospective parents. Some might say that she had the touch of an angel because of the way she cared for others even with everything she had been through. But none of the people who would participate in an adoption ever saw that. Not the people who came interested in adoption, not the legal people, not even the head woman at the orphanage, only the other children saw it and occasionally the lower workers like the janitor. Analise didn't really want to be adopted, so never made the attempt to suck up to anyone.
Anyways when she realized that there was no point in staying in the orphanage, she began to plan her escape. She would miss the children but she need to get away and find herself, find explanations to things that need explaining. She planned it carefully, so that she would have enough time to get far enough away. So before going to school, she told the matron that she was going to go to the library right after school to get some studying done and would not be back until late. So no one would worry too much, she left a note in a place that someone would find the next morning, taped to one of the cereal boxes.
After school, Analise headed straight to the bus terminal. She took the first bus out of there and got off at the fifth stop. There was a slightly woody part so she entered it and wandered through the trees. She walked and walked enjoying the scenery, until it started getting dark. Unsure of what she was going to do, Analise had come prepared, so she had a blanket and matches so that she could start a fire. The only survival techniques she knew were the ones she learned on the occasional camping trips the orphanage took. But it was the middle of summer, so she made herself fairly comfortable and fell asleep.
Analise awoke slightly disoriented but then she remembered where she was and proceeded to close camp and get ready to start walking again. Unsure of where she was going or even where she wanted to go, Analise continued to walk it was around midmorning that she felt an odd tingling and then came across a railroad track. I didn't seem too busy so Analise decided to follow it. Eating berries and food she came across in the woods and along the track, Analise was able to survive. Eating the food that she had brought with her only when she could find no other food.
After walking for 3 days, Analise came across the train first train platform she had seen along the track. It was practically abandoned. Climbing on to the train platform, Analise saw what looked like a big castle. Not remember any castle like this in England, Analise decided to go over and investigate. Analise approached what appeared to be a cabin of some sort on the edge of the grounds. She didn't realize how hungry she really was until she smelled food coming from the house. She approached the house, when a very large hairy man came out of it. He didn't see her until she squeaked. He came over to her and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"I…I…I'm A…Analise Montgomery." Stammered Analise, "I…I don't k…know where here is."
The man looked shocked and then a little confused. "Maybe you better be coming with me then. I'll take you to Dumbledore and see what he thinks." The man said and started up toward the castle. "Oh by the way, the name's Hagrid."
"Nice to meet you." Analise managed to answer without stuttering.
"Where are you from?" Hagrid asked. Analise didn't know what to say cause she didn't want them to find out what she had done. But lying didn't come easily to her, so she answered truthfully, "London."
"London, eh, bloody, how on earth did you get here?"
"I walked." Analise answered simply. They were walking through corridor after corridor and up multiple staircases. She was so lost. Finally they came up to a gargoyle, Hagrid said "lemon drop" to it and it sprang to life and move to reveal a wall that split in two. Inside was a spiral staircase, until they came to a wooden door with a griffin as a doorknocker. They arrived in a circular office, in which sat a wizened old looking man. "Hagrid, who have you brought me?" The old man asked.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir, this girl showed up on the grounds and I don't think she was meant to be here." Hagrid answered and then went up to the man to whisper in his ear.
"Ah, okay." The old man said, "Analise, let me explain to you. My name is Albus Dumbledore. You are in the Hogwarts School of Wizardry."
"Wizardry!?" Analise exclaimed.
"Yes, and you have somewhat baffled me as to how got onto the grounds."
"I just walked." Analise stated.
"There are wards on these grounds and you have managed to get past them. I would like to try a spell on you to see what happens."
"A spell? What spell?"
"A quick levitation spell, to see if my magic works on you."
"Alright." Analise agreed and waited for something to happen. But nothing did. Dumbledore stood slightly confused and then tried some other more harmless spells. When absolutely nothing happened, Dumbledore tried some of the harsher spells but nothing happened still. He looked extremely concerned and whispered something to Hagrid, who left right after.
Confused Analise asked, "What is wrong? I haven't done anything wrong have I?"
"No child, you have done nothing, but I would like to ask you several questions, when some of the other teachers arrive." Dumbledore reassured. Analise just nodded and cowered in the chair. Finally two teachers walked in, one was particularly grease or slimy looking and the other was an old woman. "This is Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall." Introduced Professor Dumbledore, pointing to each teacher in turn. "Professor Snape is going to give you something to drink and we are going to ask you a few questions."
Analise nodded and could not help thinking that this felt eerily like an inquisition. The drink that Professor Snape gave her was not bad tasting it was actually quite good. The three teachers stared at her expectantly and when nothing happened they stared at each other. Professor Snape looked a little indignant, Professor McGonagall looked completely stunned, and Professor Dumbledore looked like he was starting to understand. Professor Dumbledore sent for Hagrid to take her down to the great hall for some food. Analise started to follow Hagrid but her legs were so tired and she was so very hungry (plus she was dehydrated) that she collapsed on the way out. Professor Dumbledore called out, "On second thought take her to the Hospital Wing where she can rest and get Madam Pomfrey to feed her."
Hagrid took Analise in his arms because she could not support herself anymore. Now that she had finally stopped, nothing seemed to work, it was like she was in autopilot before. In the Hospital Wing, Hagrid laid her out on one of the bed and it was absolutely heavenly.
Analise yawned and then asked Hagrid, "Where are all the students?"
"Oh, term hasn't started yet, so they won't be arriving for a few more days." Hagrid answered right as a lady, Analise assumed was Madam Pomfrey, came bustling up.
"Hagrid, leave me and let me tend to my patient. Tut tut, girl, you haven't been eating very much and how much water have you been drinking?
Dumbledore looked gravely at his colleagues. "We have a problem of a sorts."
"I believe you are right." Snape agreed, "No one has ever been unaffected by my Veritaserum."
"How dangerous can she be? She is just a child." McGonagall insisted.
"It is not the child I am worried about. It is what someone can do with the girl. If someone like Voldemort ever got a hold of her, they could use her to do their bidding. Though anyone would have a hard time convincing that child, and no magic works on her." Dumbledore replied.
"Absolutely none?" McGonagall asked.
"I tried a dozen spells, Minerva. None of them worked and neither did Severus's Veritaserum." Dumbledore answered
"Will we keeping her at the school then?"
"Yes. I think she might be able to some magic. I want to keep a close eye on her education."
A couple days later…
Analise was nearly recovered, she had a couple visits from Dumbledore, who told her she was most certainly welcome to stay at the school. He also mentioned that if the school felt lonely then she should just wait a few days and then it would be filled with students.
So she started to here some more bustle in the school. Madam Pomfrey was on her way out, Analise called out, "Have the students arrived?"
"Yes, child, they have and a right rowdy bunch at that." She answered and bustled out.
"Soon I will be able to go out and meet people and see the rest of the school." Analise thought to herself.
The next day Madam Pomfrey announced that Analise was fit enough to leave as long as she promised to eat. Professor McGonagall came and took her down to the great hall.
"Professor Dumbledore wanted you to meet some of the students, so I thought I would introduce you to some of the students in my house, Griffindore." McGonagall said, "Ah here are a few second years, they are about your age. Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Potter, this is Analise Montgomery. She is a visitor, I expect you to treat her nicely. I must go, but if you could give her a tour and take her to some of your class that would be appreciated." And with that McGonagall left Analise with three strangers.
"Hi," Analise said hesiatantly, "It's nice to meet you."
"Hello, my name is Hermione."
"The name's Ron."
The second boy looked a little expectant, but when Analise said nothing, he introduced himself, "I'm Harry Potter."
"You guys can call me Analise."
"Well we better get to class." Hermione insisted. I followed along. Ron was whispering something to Harry. "I can't believe she didn't even bat an eyelash when you introduced yourself."
"Maybe, she has never heard of me."
"Yeah I guess so but I always think the whole world knows you."
"She might be a muggle. She was wearing cloths from the outside world."
"How did she get here? She's not in any of the classes." Harry could only shrug.
"What class are we going to?" Analise asked Hermione.
"Potions with Professor Snape."
"Snape? Oh I met him earlier."
They entered the dungon classroom. "Watch out for Snape, he can be rather mean sometimes." Ron whispered in her ear. There were no seats next to her guides so she sat next to a rather agitated boy. Analise introduced herself. "What's your name?"
"Neville, pleased to meet you." He answered quickly before Snape started the class.
"Everyone we have a guest, Miss Analise Montgomery. Treat here well. Now then take out…" Snape explained the potion to the class. "Miss Montgomery you may work with Mr. Longbottom." Snape stated sharply.
"Would you like me to help you cut?" Analise asked when she saw Neville's shaking hands.
"Yes, please." Neville answered. Analise helped him with the more delicate work. "Why are you so nervous?" She asked.
"I'm not very good at this class."
"Oh that's like me in my old acting class. My teacher would get so picky that I forgot all my lines everytime." Neville smiled.
His potion turned out perfectly, probably because of Analise but that didn't matter. Snape had no reason to yell at Neville, so he spat out, "It turned out well this time, but next time you will not have Miss Montgomery helping you."
Neville just sighed thankfully, grateful that he wasn't going to get chewed out this time. "Thanks for helping me out during class." Neville told Analise. She just smiled and said, "No problem."
"Well what did you think?" Ron asked her after they left the room.
"It wasn't so bad. I've had worse teachers, but he could be a little nicer. What do you guys have next?"
"Lunch…" Ron started to answer but Hermione cut in, "And then Defense Against the Dark Arts," Hermoine said with a dreamy look in her eye, "with Gilderoy Lockheart."
"What's with her?" Analise asked Harry.
"She has some sort of crush on this guy. I find him plain annoying." He answered. Analise just raised an eyebrow in response.
During lunch Analise was amazed with the size and grandeur of the great hall. She also was constantly surprised with the little bits of magic that she saw going on around her. Soon afterward she saw why Harry found Lockheart so irritating. He had managed to corner Harry and would not shut up about himself or how Harry could become more famous. Harry stood there almost rolling his eyes in disgust. Analise just wanted to smack the guy it was so annoying.
"Geez, I understand why you get so annoyed." Analise said, "he has got the biggest ego I've ever seen. I'm surprised his head fit through the door."
Ron and Harry looked at her for a second and then the three of them burst out laughing. "It's a good thing Hermione didn't hear you, she can't see straight when it come to him." Ron wheezed as he tried to catch his breath.
Analise spent most of her time with Ron, Harry and Hermione. She followed them to their classes and joined in when she could. But it is rather hard to do magic without a wand so she had to sit back and watch for many classes. But class where wands were not needed like History of Magic or parts of potions were fasinating to Analise. Analise also spent some time almost everyday with Dumbledore. He did a lot of testing on her as did some other teachers. But none of the spells they tried worked. "Do you have any idea why magic won't work on me?" Analise asked Dumbledore one day.
"I am just as clueless as you are my dear." He answered.
"Everything you have tried hasn't even left a scratch or anything."
"I have a question for you, have you ever been sick?"
"Not for several years. Not since…" Analise trailed of as she remembered parts of that horrible night. Dumbledore laid a hand on her arm and that was enough to shake her from her reverie. "Sorry, not since my parents were killed." Analise managed to force out. The first thought that shot through Dumbledore's mind was another one, another child whose parents were killed by someone evil. Sadly there are so many in this school.