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A/N: This is my first HP fanfic to be published on ff.net. Please, no flames; "U SUCK" does not help me improve my writing. And to the this-would-never-happen-so-it's-automatically-bad crowd, give me a break already! Isn't that what fanfiction is for, to make things that you want to happen do so?
There's a lot of dialogue in this chapter, but there will be more description and such later. Right now I'm just trying to establish a plot, so hang on. The title will probably change later; I need to write more to decide just what it will be.
Anyway, enjoy. Without further ado, I present you-
Divided We Fall
By Topaz Waters
The train pulled away from the platform. The three friends had parted after they loaded their trunks, Hermione and Ron making their way to the prefects' compartment, Harry going off to find an empty one.
It was hard to come by such a compartment this year. Everywhere he looked he was greeted by the sight of unfamiliar faces. The air was tense, reminding Harry strongly of the last few days after Cedric had died. The strangers' presence had been explained in a slip of parchment that had arrived with this year's supply lists:
As all of you well know, the rise to power of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has placed the wizarding community of Europe in severe danger. Thus, certain security measures have been taken in order to guarantee the safety of Hogwarts students and all wizarding students across the continent.
The Ministry of Magic has transferred four different European Wizarding schools to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The students will be housed and taught in the castle for as long as Voldemort is at large, or until such time as the Ministry decrees that they return to their usual schools. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, feels that this action is for the best and insures that Magical education in Europe will be unhindered by the war we are preparing for.
As Hogwarts students, I fully expect each of you to treat our guests with the utmost courtesy and respect. Remember that we all face the same fear and doubt in these troubled times.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
When they read their letters back at Grimmauld Place, Hermione hadn't been surprised in the least. She immediately launched into one of her infamous textbook recitals:
"Well, I expected them to do something of the sort," she had said. "It's not really anything new. According to Hogwarts, A History, no less than 9 Magical schools were housed in the castle during the 1940's, at the height of the dark wizard Grindlewald's power. He did make an attack on the school, and of course, was defeated by Dumbled-"
"Hermione," said Ron exasperatedly," If you go any further, the publishing company might come and arrest you for using their material without permission."
Hermione, as usual, ignored him for the rest of the evening.
"Wouldn't that be a tight fit, though?" Harry had asked. He was too used to Ron and Hermione's bickering to try and mediate the situation.
"Well, not really, I mean, just look at all the empty classrooms that are never used", Hermione explained. "They could probably be converted into dormitories, and the Great Hall is big enough for a few more tables."
"I hope the Durmstrang lot stays right where they are," said Ron. He mumbled something incomprehensible, although Harry was sure that he heard the word "Viktor" and another word, one that wasn't too nice.
He also thought that Hermione had looked strange for a moment, almost flattered. She started speaking to Ron again shortly.
Returning to the present, Harry looked around at the newcomers as he passed them. A few talked among themselves. Most stared at the floor.
Seeing them really brought home that fact that Voldemort really was back. Harry wished that Ron and Hermione would come back from the prefect's compartment soon. He had started being comfortable with sharing other's company recently.
He found a compartment towards the end of the train that was empty except for Ginny. They exchanged half-hearted greetings, and Harry proceeded to sit down and stare out of the window.
A few minutes later, Luna Lovegood drifted into their compartment in her usual airy manner.
"Oh, hello," she said, looking around. "Where's Ron?" She was wearing her hair piled high on top of her head, held up by tiger-striped hair clips. Her striped blouse and skirt were horribly mismatched, and around her neck was something that roughly resembled a frilly, powder blue necktie.
"Er...." said Harry, surprised. What was Luna up to? "He's in the prefect's compartment." He heard a muffled sound. Behind Luna, Ginny had her hand clamped over her mouth to stop herself from giggling.
"Oh, said Luna." She sat down next to Harry and buried herself in the latest edition of The Quibbler, as usual.
Harry continued to stare out the window, and the thought occurred to him vaguely that Ginny had giggled over Luna and Ron's conversation on the train last year as well...
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I have the next chapter written down on paper, I just have to type it up. I wanted to see how the ff.net audience received the concept before I posted more. Please review, I need to know what to improve! I promise that the next chapter will be up sometime this week!
A/N: This is my first HP fanfic to be published on ff.net. Please, no flames; "U SUCK" does not help me improve my writing. And to the this-would-never-happen-so-it's-automatically-bad crowd, give me a break already! Isn't that what fanfiction is for, to make things that you want to happen do so?
There's a lot of dialogue in this chapter, but there will be more description and such later. Right now I'm just trying to establish a plot, so hang on. The title will probably change later; I need to write more to decide just what it will be.
Anyway, enjoy. Without further ado, I present you-
Divided We Fall
By Topaz Waters
The train pulled away from the platform. The three friends had parted after they loaded their trunks, Hermione and Ron making their way to the prefects' compartment, Harry going off to find an empty one.
It was hard to come by such a compartment this year. Everywhere he looked he was greeted by the sight of unfamiliar faces. The air was tense, reminding Harry strongly of the last few days after Cedric had died. The strangers' presence had been explained in a slip of parchment that had arrived with this year's supply lists:
As all of you well know, the rise to power of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has placed the wizarding community of Europe in severe danger. Thus, certain security measures have been taken in order to guarantee the safety of Hogwarts students and all wizarding students across the continent.
The Ministry of Magic has transferred four different European Wizarding schools to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The students will be housed and taught in the castle for as long as Voldemort is at large, or until such time as the Ministry decrees that they return to their usual schools. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, feels that this action is for the best and insures that Magical education in Europe will be unhindered by the war we are preparing for.
As Hogwarts students, I fully expect each of you to treat our guests with the utmost courtesy and respect. Remember that we all face the same fear and doubt in these troubled times.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
When they read their letters back at Grimmauld Place, Hermione hadn't been surprised in the least. She immediately launched into one of her infamous textbook recitals:
"Well, I expected them to do something of the sort," she had said. "It's not really anything new. According to Hogwarts, A History, no less than 9 Magical schools were housed in the castle during the 1940's, at the height of the dark wizard Grindlewald's power. He did make an attack on the school, and of course, was defeated by Dumbled-"
"Hermione," said Ron exasperatedly," If you go any further, the publishing company might come and arrest you for using their material without permission."
Hermione, as usual, ignored him for the rest of the evening.
"Wouldn't that be a tight fit, though?" Harry had asked. He was too used to Ron and Hermione's bickering to try and mediate the situation.
"Well, not really, I mean, just look at all the empty classrooms that are never used", Hermione explained. "They could probably be converted into dormitories, and the Great Hall is big enough for a few more tables."
"I hope the Durmstrang lot stays right where they are," said Ron. He mumbled something incomprehensible, although Harry was sure that he heard the word "Viktor" and another word, one that wasn't too nice.
He also thought that Hermione had looked strange for a moment, almost flattered. She started speaking to Ron again shortly.
Returning to the present, Harry looked around at the newcomers as he passed them. A few talked among themselves. Most stared at the floor.
Seeing them really brought home that fact that Voldemort really was back. Harry wished that Ron and Hermione would come back from the prefect's compartment soon. He had started being comfortable with sharing other's company recently.
He found a compartment towards the end of the train that was empty except for Ginny. They exchanged half-hearted greetings, and Harry proceeded to sit down and stare out of the window.
A few minutes later, Luna Lovegood drifted into their compartment in her usual airy manner.
"Oh, hello," she said, looking around. "Where's Ron?" She was wearing her hair piled high on top of her head, held up by tiger-striped hair clips. Her striped blouse and skirt were horribly mismatched, and around her neck was something that roughly resembled a frilly, powder blue necktie.
"Er...." said Harry, surprised. What was Luna up to? "He's in the prefect's compartment." He heard a muffled sound. Behind Luna, Ginny had her hand clamped over her mouth to stop herself from giggling.
"Oh, said Luna." She sat down next to Harry and buried herself in the latest edition of The Quibbler, as usual.
Harry continued to stare out the window, and the thought occurred to him vaguely that Ginny had giggled over Luna and Ron's conversation on the train last year as well...
* * *
I have the next chapter written down on paper, I just have to type it up. I wanted to see how the ff.net audience received the concept before I posted more. Please review, I need to know what to improve! I promise that the next chapter will be up sometime this week!