Author: Lorelai Wendelle
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. I'm just boring them. I promise to return them. Every last one. No.I assure you the Ron is nowhere near my house. REALLY!
AN: I LOVE Harry Potter. I'm an obsessed teenager that loves to read. So sue me. Actually don't, I wouldn't be able to pay.
P.S. this is my first fic, so please be nice when you review.
I'm Clarissa Weasley. My dad, Ron Weasley, my uncles, Harry Potter and Percy, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie Weasley, my aunts, Ginny Potter and Penelope, Angelina, Alicia, Susan, and Jennifer Weasley, and my grandparents, Molly and Arthur Weasley, raised me. No, I don't have a mother. Well, I do, I just don't know who she is. She vanished just a few days after I was born. Dad thinks that she was taken by the last of the Death Eaters. They're all in jail now, and Dad's spent years searching for her, but no one's found her. She was only here long enough to give me a first name, Clarissa, brilliant.
Dad says Mum was really smart. That's all he'll tell me about her, the topic is to hard for him. Sometimes I can get Uncle Fred or Uncle George to talk about her. I think it's the only time they're ever serious. Once Uncle Fred told me she had a thing against enslaving house elves. I was, at the time, trying to talk Grandma into building little houses for the garden gnomes. I thought it was cruel to throw them over the fence. No one will tell me her name, though; I think it has to do with my middle name, Hermione. My dad gave me that name, but he never uses it, it makes him cry.
For the past three years I've been attending Xanic's Wizarding School in the States. I think Dad's afraid that if he sends me to Hogwarts someone will tell me about my mother. I've finally talked Dad into sending me to school at Hogwarts. I didn't want to be sorted in front of the entire school with the first years, so I'll be sorted beforehand in a back room.
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"All aboard for the Hogwarts Express!" My cousin and best friend Malcolm Potter stood next to me. He'd been at Xanic's with me because our parents didn't want us to be alone. I was shaking and Malcolm was drenched in sweat. Sure our parents had loved Hogwarts, but that didn't mean that we would.
We walked down the car we were in, searching for an empty compartment. There weren't any, but we did find one with a girl about our age. "Can we sit here? There aren't any more compartments," I spoke for both of us; I was beginning to doubt whether Malcolm would ever speak again. The prospects certainly didn't look good.
"Yea, sure, I'm Lauren Creevy. I'm a fourth year."
"Hi! I'm Clarissa Weasley, and this is my cousin Malcolm Potter. We're fourth years too."
"How come I haven't seen you around?"
"Our parents sent us to Xanic's. It's in the US. Are you Colin Creevy's daughter?"
"Yea. Are you Ron Weasley's daughter?"
"Yea."
"So then are you Harry Potter's son?" It was really more of a statement then a question. I wasn't sure whether Malcolm would answer, but surprisingly he did.
"Yes, Ginny and Harry Potter's son." He was obviously still incredibly nervous, he had just barely croaked it out.
"Cool. Why don't you two have Weasley red hair?"
"Well Malcolm has Uncle Harry's black hair." I didn't want to go into the details of my missing mother, but when she asked I knew I shouldn't lie.
"So did you get your mum's hair?"
"Oh, umm.I guess." I was hoping she wouldn't ask anything more on the subject, and luckily she didn't. She must have caught on to my reluctance.
"I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts" teacher is. He or She will be the fourth since I've been here. I guess your dads' final defeat of Lord Voldemort didn't break the curse of the job."
"Guess not. I hope it will be a woman. I've only had male "Defense." teachers at Xanic's, it would be interesting to have a woman teach it." This topic was much more comfortable, and by the time we reached Hogwarts we knew almost everything about each other. I even told her about my mum.
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"Miss Weasley, Mr. Potter, please follow me." The deputy headmaster at Hogwarts was intimidating, that was for sure. He was tall and thin with brown hair. He had said that he was the herbology teacher, which was confirmed by Malcolm when he noticed the large chunks of dirt beneath the man's fingernails.
"Ah, Neville, are these the exchange students?"
"They certainly are Minerva-three years and it's still weird-they asked to be sorted before hand, where should I take them for this."
"Oh, the room with the first years should be quite all right, Longbottom, just make sure to have them in the great hall by the time the sorting starts."
"Alright."
Malcolm and I had been watching this exchange quietly. Surely this couldn't be the same Neville Longbottom that Aunt Ginny went to the Yule Ball with. The same Neville Longbottom that was constantly losing his pet toad, Trevor. The same Neville Longbottom that had almost beaten Dad up after some advice Dad gave him that he didn't think would backfire on him. But it was.
"So you're Harry's son?" Malcolm seemed to have relaxed a little since we'd met Lauren. He was now holding a pleasant conversation with Professor Longbottom. "Yes, I went to school with your Dad, your Mum too, took her to the Yule Ball. And I remember your parents too, Miss Weasley. Ron and Her-oops, not supposed to talk about that, forget I even mentioned it."
"You knew my mum?" This I wanted to hear about. If anybody was going to talk about my mum it would be someone at this school, and who better than a man that was once a clumsy, awkward boy?
"I'm under strict orders not to discuss it with you, your father's orders." Well there went any hope of finding out about Mum. If Dad told someone to do something they did it. "Alright, sit on this stool and put the hat on your head." Dad had told me nothing about the Hogwarts sorting. He said it was a secret. I didn't think it would be this simple.
The hat started whispering in my ear. Hmm.all the other Weasley's have been Gryffindors, you'd certainly do well there, and your mother, she was an excellent Gryffindor, I can see a lot of her brains in you. You're definitely a GRYFFINDOR!!" The hat recognized my mother in me. That was certainly a bit frightening. I wonder how many other people here knew my mother. It'll be interesting to find out.
The hat made the same decision with Malcolm, and Professor Longbottom snuck us into the great hall, we tiptoed down to sit next to Lauren, also a Gryffindor, and watched as the sorting of the first years started.
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I'll continue my fic soon. I hope you like. Please don't send me any flames, remember I'm new at this.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. I'm just boring them. I promise to return them. Every last one. No.I assure you the Ron is nowhere near my house. REALLY!
AN: I LOVE Harry Potter. I'm an obsessed teenager that loves to read. So sue me. Actually don't, I wouldn't be able to pay.
P.S. this is my first fic, so please be nice when you review.
I'm Clarissa Weasley. My dad, Ron Weasley, my uncles, Harry Potter and Percy, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie Weasley, my aunts, Ginny Potter and Penelope, Angelina, Alicia, Susan, and Jennifer Weasley, and my grandparents, Molly and Arthur Weasley, raised me. No, I don't have a mother. Well, I do, I just don't know who she is. She vanished just a few days after I was born. Dad thinks that she was taken by the last of the Death Eaters. They're all in jail now, and Dad's spent years searching for her, but no one's found her. She was only here long enough to give me a first name, Clarissa, brilliant.
Dad says Mum was really smart. That's all he'll tell me about her, the topic is to hard for him. Sometimes I can get Uncle Fred or Uncle George to talk about her. I think it's the only time they're ever serious. Once Uncle Fred told me she had a thing against enslaving house elves. I was, at the time, trying to talk Grandma into building little houses for the garden gnomes. I thought it was cruel to throw them over the fence. No one will tell me her name, though; I think it has to do with my middle name, Hermione. My dad gave me that name, but he never uses it, it makes him cry.
For the past three years I've been attending Xanic's Wizarding School in the States. I think Dad's afraid that if he sends me to Hogwarts someone will tell me about my mother. I've finally talked Dad into sending me to school at Hogwarts. I didn't want to be sorted in front of the entire school with the first years, so I'll be sorted beforehand in a back room.
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"All aboard for the Hogwarts Express!" My cousin and best friend Malcolm Potter stood next to me. He'd been at Xanic's with me because our parents didn't want us to be alone. I was shaking and Malcolm was drenched in sweat. Sure our parents had loved Hogwarts, but that didn't mean that we would.
We walked down the car we were in, searching for an empty compartment. There weren't any, but we did find one with a girl about our age. "Can we sit here? There aren't any more compartments," I spoke for both of us; I was beginning to doubt whether Malcolm would ever speak again. The prospects certainly didn't look good.
"Yea, sure, I'm Lauren Creevy. I'm a fourth year."
"Hi! I'm Clarissa Weasley, and this is my cousin Malcolm Potter. We're fourth years too."
"How come I haven't seen you around?"
"Our parents sent us to Xanic's. It's in the US. Are you Colin Creevy's daughter?"
"Yea. Are you Ron Weasley's daughter?"
"Yea."
"So then are you Harry Potter's son?" It was really more of a statement then a question. I wasn't sure whether Malcolm would answer, but surprisingly he did.
"Yes, Ginny and Harry Potter's son." He was obviously still incredibly nervous, he had just barely croaked it out.
"Cool. Why don't you two have Weasley red hair?"
"Well Malcolm has Uncle Harry's black hair." I didn't want to go into the details of my missing mother, but when she asked I knew I shouldn't lie.
"So did you get your mum's hair?"
"Oh, umm.I guess." I was hoping she wouldn't ask anything more on the subject, and luckily she didn't. She must have caught on to my reluctance.
"I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts" teacher is. He or She will be the fourth since I've been here. I guess your dads' final defeat of Lord Voldemort didn't break the curse of the job."
"Guess not. I hope it will be a woman. I've only had male "Defense." teachers at Xanic's, it would be interesting to have a woman teach it." This topic was much more comfortable, and by the time we reached Hogwarts we knew almost everything about each other. I even told her about my mum.
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"Miss Weasley, Mr. Potter, please follow me." The deputy headmaster at Hogwarts was intimidating, that was for sure. He was tall and thin with brown hair. He had said that he was the herbology teacher, which was confirmed by Malcolm when he noticed the large chunks of dirt beneath the man's fingernails.
"Ah, Neville, are these the exchange students?"
"They certainly are Minerva-three years and it's still weird-they asked to be sorted before hand, where should I take them for this."
"Oh, the room with the first years should be quite all right, Longbottom, just make sure to have them in the great hall by the time the sorting starts."
"Alright."
Malcolm and I had been watching this exchange quietly. Surely this couldn't be the same Neville Longbottom that Aunt Ginny went to the Yule Ball with. The same Neville Longbottom that was constantly losing his pet toad, Trevor. The same Neville Longbottom that had almost beaten Dad up after some advice Dad gave him that he didn't think would backfire on him. But it was.
"So you're Harry's son?" Malcolm seemed to have relaxed a little since we'd met Lauren. He was now holding a pleasant conversation with Professor Longbottom. "Yes, I went to school with your Dad, your Mum too, took her to the Yule Ball. And I remember your parents too, Miss Weasley. Ron and Her-oops, not supposed to talk about that, forget I even mentioned it."
"You knew my mum?" This I wanted to hear about. If anybody was going to talk about my mum it would be someone at this school, and who better than a man that was once a clumsy, awkward boy?
"I'm under strict orders not to discuss it with you, your father's orders." Well there went any hope of finding out about Mum. If Dad told someone to do something they did it. "Alright, sit on this stool and put the hat on your head." Dad had told me nothing about the Hogwarts sorting. He said it was a secret. I didn't think it would be this simple.
The hat started whispering in my ear. Hmm.all the other Weasley's have been Gryffindors, you'd certainly do well there, and your mother, she was an excellent Gryffindor, I can see a lot of her brains in you. You're definitely a GRYFFINDOR!!" The hat recognized my mother in me. That was certainly a bit frightening. I wonder how many other people here knew my mother. It'll be interesting to find out.
The hat made the same decision with Malcolm, and Professor Longbottom snuck us into the great hall, we tiptoed down to sit next to Lauren, also a Gryffindor, and watched as the sorting of the first years started.
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I'll continue my fic soon. I hope you like. Please don't send me any flames, remember I'm new at this.