Title: The Turning
Disclaimer: MOST of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling and are only being borrowed to be returned in basically the same shape they were lent to me in.
Chapter 1
As Hogwart's Magic School of Witchcraft and Wizardy came into view, a few students cheered. Another year, some more fun. Dakota stared in awe at the massive castle. A new transfer student from America, he had heard tales and wild storied about this very school.
Dakota was a quiet, efficient student who was now in his third year. He had been through his first two in the Salem Institute in New England, America, but he had hated that school while he loved his growing talents ever so much.
He was dressed in his black robes already and had his sandy brown hair neatly combed, split down the middle and curling down to his jawbone. An older sixth year girl sat in his little cubby-hole on the train, in her own black robes and her long blond hair done up into two braids, one on either side of her head. He didn't know her name, but he wanted to.
A boy suddenly shoved a blond head into the door and sneered at Dakota. "An American. And a mudblood. Bad combination." Dakota, whose mother was indeed a muggle, felt the hate swirling up inside of him. He squeezed his wand, safely tucked under his robes, and said nothing, just glared at him. After a while, the boy snorted and was gone. The girl laughed.
"I wouldn't worry about him too much. He's a Malfoy. My name's Katricia Pulsan. What's yours?"
He stared at her. She was actually talking to him? "Dakota. Prince."
She smiled at him. That made her so much more beautiful than she already was. "A transfer student from America, eh?" He nodded. "I hope you get Ravenclaw, she said, and once more fell silent. A few minutes later, he was standing on Hogwart's grounds, staring up at the massive castle. * * * Professor McGonagal swept the first years into the Great Hall, offering the transfer students, a total of three, only a smile. Another professor stood behind them.
"I heard you two like quiditch," he said.
Dakota nodded and saw the other guy, Ranulf Astor, nod as well.
"I'm Wood. Oliver Wood, now Professor Wood."
"You knew Harry Potter!" Dakota exclaimed, and wood nodded.
"Aye, one good Seeker, Harry."
Dakota smiled and peeked into the Great Hall. The last of the first years slid to the Slytherin table amid much applause. "Your turns," Wood said, pushing the three forward.
McGonagal was speaking. "This year, Hogwart's has been blessed by three transfer students. We haveDoraine Mcinelly, Ranulf Astor, and Dakota Prince. Dakota has transferred from America's Salem Institute and is a third year." Applause. "Ranulf has transferred from America's West Wizards' Academy, and is a third year." Applause. "Doraine has transferred from Beauxbatons and is a second year." Applause. Two years ago, Dumbledore had stepped down from Headmaster and McGonagal had become Headmistress.
Doraine was the first to be sorted. She sat on the stool nervously while a sour looking man with long, but neat, black hair lowered the sorting hat onto her head. She went to Hufflepuff. Dakota was next. He sat on the stool and felt a chill go down his spine as the hat was lowered onto his head.
"Ah," the hat said. "We have talent, and . . . in.dec.ision . . ." the hat hissed the word, drawing it out so it echoed in his skull. "Hufflepuff, no, Ravenclaw, no, Slytherin, perhaps . . . GRYFINDOR!!" the hat bellowed, and Dakota thankfully slid the cheering table. A few moments later, Ranulf took the seat next to him.
He saw Katricia. When she saw him looking at her, she snapped her fingers and made an "Oh, too bad," face. Dakota wanted to cry. The girl across the table, another third year, leaned across the table.
"Hi, Dakota. My name's Lainy Grail." And she gave him a wink.
"Now that the Sorting is complete," McGonagal was saying, "let's feast!" And food appeared in heaps before Dakota. Smiling, he dug in. Maybe this year would be one to remember.
Disclaimer: MOST of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling and are only being borrowed to be returned in basically the same shape they were lent to me in.
Chapter 1
As Hogwart's Magic School of Witchcraft and Wizardy came into view, a few students cheered. Another year, some more fun. Dakota stared in awe at the massive castle. A new transfer student from America, he had heard tales and wild storied about this very school.
Dakota was a quiet, efficient student who was now in his third year. He had been through his first two in the Salem Institute in New England, America, but he had hated that school while he loved his growing talents ever so much.
He was dressed in his black robes already and had his sandy brown hair neatly combed, split down the middle and curling down to his jawbone. An older sixth year girl sat in his little cubby-hole on the train, in her own black robes and her long blond hair done up into two braids, one on either side of her head. He didn't know her name, but he wanted to.
A boy suddenly shoved a blond head into the door and sneered at Dakota. "An American. And a mudblood. Bad combination." Dakota, whose mother was indeed a muggle, felt the hate swirling up inside of him. He squeezed his wand, safely tucked under his robes, and said nothing, just glared at him. After a while, the boy snorted and was gone. The girl laughed.
"I wouldn't worry about him too much. He's a Malfoy. My name's Katricia Pulsan. What's yours?"
He stared at her. She was actually talking to him? "Dakota. Prince."
She smiled at him. That made her so much more beautiful than she already was. "A transfer student from America, eh?" He nodded. "I hope you get Ravenclaw, she said, and once more fell silent. A few minutes later, he was standing on Hogwart's grounds, staring up at the massive castle. * * * Professor McGonagal swept the first years into the Great Hall, offering the transfer students, a total of three, only a smile. Another professor stood behind them.
"I heard you two like quiditch," he said.
Dakota nodded and saw the other guy, Ranulf Astor, nod as well.
"I'm Wood. Oliver Wood, now Professor Wood."
"You knew Harry Potter!" Dakota exclaimed, and wood nodded.
"Aye, one good Seeker, Harry."
Dakota smiled and peeked into the Great Hall. The last of the first years slid to the Slytherin table amid much applause. "Your turns," Wood said, pushing the three forward.
McGonagal was speaking. "This year, Hogwart's has been blessed by three transfer students. We haveDoraine Mcinelly, Ranulf Astor, and Dakota Prince. Dakota has transferred from America's Salem Institute and is a third year." Applause. "Ranulf has transferred from America's West Wizards' Academy, and is a third year." Applause. "Doraine has transferred from Beauxbatons and is a second year." Applause. Two years ago, Dumbledore had stepped down from Headmaster and McGonagal had become Headmistress.
Doraine was the first to be sorted. She sat on the stool nervously while a sour looking man with long, but neat, black hair lowered the sorting hat onto her head. She went to Hufflepuff. Dakota was next. He sat on the stool and felt a chill go down his spine as the hat was lowered onto his head.
"Ah," the hat said. "We have talent, and . . . in.dec.ision . . ." the hat hissed the word, drawing it out so it echoed in his skull. "Hufflepuff, no, Ravenclaw, no, Slytherin, perhaps . . . GRYFINDOR!!" the hat bellowed, and Dakota thankfully slid the cheering table. A few moments later, Ranulf took the seat next to him.
He saw Katricia. When she saw him looking at her, she snapped her fingers and made an "Oh, too bad," face. Dakota wanted to cry. The girl across the table, another third year, leaned across the table.
"Hi, Dakota. My name's Lainy Grail." And she gave him a wink.
"Now that the Sorting is complete," McGonagal was saying, "let's feast!" And food appeared in heaps before Dakota. Smiling, he dug in. Maybe this year would be one to remember.