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J.K. Rowling.
Ch. 1- The Transfer Students
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in a Hogwarts Express compartment alone when two girls, a short African American girl and a pale-faced girl with short curly brown hair, came in.
"Hello," said the African American girl whose hair was done in a cascade of braids. "Can we share this compartment with you peeps? We are the transfer students, well some of them anyway. We don't know anyone here." Harry, who thought the girl very attractive, smiled.
"Sure, we don't mind. Have a Chocolate Frog on me," he said. The girl smiled.
"Thanks," she said. "I'm Jessica Parham, from the Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry in America. This is Tara Chumney; she's also from America but from the Morgan le Fey All-Girl Institute. She's never been to a co-ed school so she's nervous around the boys." Hermione nodded because she had been like that once. Ron looked at the girl who was just as short as Jessica and noticed that she looking at him. He smiled and Tara blushed and looked away quickly. Hermione, who found this interesting, raised her brows at Ron.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, nothing," Hermione said with a smirk. If he didn't know he liked Tara, she wasn't about to tell him.
"You guys can sit here," she said and moved Crookshanks and put him on the floor. Jessica let Tara sit by Hermione, therefore she was sitting across from Ron, and then she sat across from Harry.
"So. um, who are you guys?" Jessica asked looking from Harry to Ron to Hermione.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione said and held out her hand to Jessica, which was hard because she had to reach over Tara. They shook hands. "I'm Hermione Granger, this"- and she pointed to Ron-"is Ron Weasley, and he is"- but Harry beat her to it.
"I'm Harry Potter," he said and an intake of breath came from Tara and she said the longest sentence she'd ever said in her life.
"Are you really? I've read all about you. Was it scary, dueling with Voldemort and his Death Eaters last year? I'm sorry if I'm rambling, but it's so good to finally meet you."
"Yes I am." he said trying to answer her questions but they kept overlapping. "It was. I had a lot of help. oh, that's ok. nice to meet you too." He sighed. "Finally got a full sentence out," he said under his breath. Someone laughed, it had been Jessica. Harry looked up, saw she was looking at him, and looked away, blushing.
"So, what houses do you guys think you'll get in?" Ron asked.
"I want to be in Gryffindor," Tara said quietly.
"Well, I want to be in Slytherin," Jessica said.
As Jessica said that, Malfoy walked past, heard the word "Slytherin", and doubled back. He slid open the compartment and looked in while saying, "What was that about Slytherin? Oh, Potty, Weasel, and Granger." His eyes skimmed the compartment and passed over Tara and fell upon Jessica. He stared at her. Jessica glares at him.
"Do you have a staring problem, or is there just something wrong with your head?" she asked coldly. Hermione laughed, but not at what Jessica had said. She laughed because she'd never expected Draco Malfoy, cruel and heartless as he was, could ever truly like anyone, and he really liked Jessica.
"I wouldn't laugh, Granger," he said to Hermione. He turned back to Jessica. "See you around," he said and left, sliding the door closed.
"What was that about," Jessica asked them. Harry and Ron shook their heads, but Hermione smiled.
"Don't you see? He. Draco Malfoy. likes you," Hermione said.
"Yes, well, N-E-ways," Jessica said, but Hermione noticed the grin on Jessica's face. Harry, who also noticed, changed the subject.
"Why do you want to be in Slytherin," he asked her.
"Well, it's said in iHogwarts, A History/i that most who were in Slytherin went bad. I'm going to prove otherwise."
They talked the rest of the way, and Tara listened rather than talked. The train slowed and Jessica, Tara, and Hermione went to another compartment to change into their school robes. When they got back there were two visitors.
"Jessica, Tara," Ron said. "This is my little sister, Ginny, and her friend, Luna Lovegood."
"Hey," Jessica said by way of greeting.
The train slowed to a halt and, leaving their stuff in a pile to be brought up to the castle later, they got off the train.
The seven of them shared a coach that was pulled by skeletal reptilian horse-looking creatures, which had scared Jessica when she saw them.
"You see them, too," Harry asked and when she nodded, Hermione and Tara explained why she could.
"Oh, that makes sense," Jessica said. "Yeah, I saw my uncle die. So, you see the Thestrals, Harry?" Harry nodded gravely. "You don't have to have to talk about it," she said soothingly, making Harry like her even more. "I understand."
"Thank you," he said.
"No, problem," Jessica said. "So, Dumbledore's a good Headmaster?"
"He's brilliant," Ron said, and caught Tara's eye, and Tara, who was ironically sitting next to him, blushed.
The carriage stopped in front of the entrance to the castle and they got out.
"Well, we just keep bumping into each other," came Malfoy's drawling voice. Jessica rolled her eyes, turned around, and smiled sweetly at Malfoy.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you say something? All I heard was 'blah, blah, blah'," she said and with that twirled a round with a sly smile and stormed up the stone steps and into the castle with the others, laughing, at her heels.
Harry caught up with her but just as he was about to congratulate Jessica on giving one of the best insults ever thrown at Malfoy, Professor McGonagall called to them.
"Miss Parham, you will have to come with the first years. You too, Miss Chumney," she said spotting Tara talking with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
"Oh, coming Professor. Professor"-
"McGonagall," Ron supplied.
"What? Oh, Professor McGonagall," Tara said, and blushing she smiled and said, "Thanks, Ron."
Together, she and Jessica followed McGonagall.
Ch. 1- The Transfer Students
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in a Hogwarts Express compartment alone when two girls, a short African American girl and a pale-faced girl with short curly brown hair, came in.
"Hello," said the African American girl whose hair was done in a cascade of braids. "Can we share this compartment with you peeps? We are the transfer students, well some of them anyway. We don't know anyone here." Harry, who thought the girl very attractive, smiled.
"Sure, we don't mind. Have a Chocolate Frog on me," he said. The girl smiled.
"Thanks," she said. "I'm Jessica Parham, from the Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry in America. This is Tara Chumney; she's also from America but from the Morgan le Fey All-Girl Institute. She's never been to a co-ed school so she's nervous around the boys." Hermione nodded because she had been like that once. Ron looked at the girl who was just as short as Jessica and noticed that she looking at him. He smiled and Tara blushed and looked away quickly. Hermione, who found this interesting, raised her brows at Ron.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, nothing," Hermione said with a smirk. If he didn't know he liked Tara, she wasn't about to tell him.
"You guys can sit here," she said and moved Crookshanks and put him on the floor. Jessica let Tara sit by Hermione, therefore she was sitting across from Ron, and then she sat across from Harry.
"So. um, who are you guys?" Jessica asked looking from Harry to Ron to Hermione.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione said and held out her hand to Jessica, which was hard because she had to reach over Tara. They shook hands. "I'm Hermione Granger, this"- and she pointed to Ron-"is Ron Weasley, and he is"- but Harry beat her to it.
"I'm Harry Potter," he said and an intake of breath came from Tara and she said the longest sentence she'd ever said in her life.
"Are you really? I've read all about you. Was it scary, dueling with Voldemort and his Death Eaters last year? I'm sorry if I'm rambling, but it's so good to finally meet you."
"Yes I am." he said trying to answer her questions but they kept overlapping. "It was. I had a lot of help. oh, that's ok. nice to meet you too." He sighed. "Finally got a full sentence out," he said under his breath. Someone laughed, it had been Jessica. Harry looked up, saw she was looking at him, and looked away, blushing.
"So, what houses do you guys think you'll get in?" Ron asked.
"I want to be in Gryffindor," Tara said quietly.
"Well, I want to be in Slytherin," Jessica said.
As Jessica said that, Malfoy walked past, heard the word "Slytherin", and doubled back. He slid open the compartment and looked in while saying, "What was that about Slytherin? Oh, Potty, Weasel, and Granger." His eyes skimmed the compartment and passed over Tara and fell upon Jessica. He stared at her. Jessica glares at him.
"Do you have a staring problem, or is there just something wrong with your head?" she asked coldly. Hermione laughed, but not at what Jessica had said. She laughed because she'd never expected Draco Malfoy, cruel and heartless as he was, could ever truly like anyone, and he really liked Jessica.
"I wouldn't laugh, Granger," he said to Hermione. He turned back to Jessica. "See you around," he said and left, sliding the door closed.
"What was that about," Jessica asked them. Harry and Ron shook their heads, but Hermione smiled.
"Don't you see? He. Draco Malfoy. likes you," Hermione said.
"Yes, well, N-E-ways," Jessica said, but Hermione noticed the grin on Jessica's face. Harry, who also noticed, changed the subject.
"Why do you want to be in Slytherin," he asked her.
"Well, it's said in iHogwarts, A History/i that most who were in Slytherin went bad. I'm going to prove otherwise."
They talked the rest of the way, and Tara listened rather than talked. The train slowed and Jessica, Tara, and Hermione went to another compartment to change into their school robes. When they got back there were two visitors.
"Jessica, Tara," Ron said. "This is my little sister, Ginny, and her friend, Luna Lovegood."
"Hey," Jessica said by way of greeting.
The train slowed to a halt and, leaving their stuff in a pile to be brought up to the castle later, they got off the train.
The seven of them shared a coach that was pulled by skeletal reptilian horse-looking creatures, which had scared Jessica when she saw them.
"You see them, too," Harry asked and when she nodded, Hermione and Tara explained why she could.
"Oh, that makes sense," Jessica said. "Yeah, I saw my uncle die. So, you see the Thestrals, Harry?" Harry nodded gravely. "You don't have to have to talk about it," she said soothingly, making Harry like her even more. "I understand."
"Thank you," he said.
"No, problem," Jessica said. "So, Dumbledore's a good Headmaster?"
"He's brilliant," Ron said, and caught Tara's eye, and Tara, who was ironically sitting next to him, blushed.
The carriage stopped in front of the entrance to the castle and they got out.
"Well, we just keep bumping into each other," came Malfoy's drawling voice. Jessica rolled her eyes, turned around, and smiled sweetly at Malfoy.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you say something? All I heard was 'blah, blah, blah'," she said and with that twirled a round with a sly smile and stormed up the stone steps and into the castle with the others, laughing, at her heels.
Harry caught up with her but just as he was about to congratulate Jessica on giving one of the best insults ever thrown at Malfoy, Professor McGonagall called to them.
"Miss Parham, you will have to come with the first years. You too, Miss Chumney," she said spotting Tara talking with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
"Oh, coming Professor. Professor"-
"McGonagall," Ron supplied.
"What? Oh, Professor McGonagall," Tara said, and blushing she smiled and said, "Thanks, Ron."
Together, she and Jessica followed McGonagall.
