I just can't get this idea out of my head, so I figured starting it now would help clear the air so to
speak and I could than get down to my normal lunatic ravings in my own mind.
Harry Potter and all characters from the harry potter novels belong to JK Rowling, not me,
though I wish they did so I'd have much more money than I currently do and could pay off my
truck and the tons of other debts I now have. . . .err sorry rambling. Suing me won't do any good
for the previously mentioned reasons. And now on with the brain blithering.
I'm also writing on the assumption that my reader does infact know something about Harry
Potter, the main characters, setting, and plot of the first three books, this is a re-write of the third
book, due to the fact that I like adding new characters, but suck at coming up with new conflict
and story points.
"Whitby, Kevin" Professor McGonagall, a stern looking woman with her hair in a bun
and dark green robes, said in a loud voice.
A small boy of eleven years old, the last in this group being sorted into one of the four
houses in Hogwarts, a school for witch craft and wizadry, meekly made his way to a battered
three legged stool and carefully sat down. Professor McGonagall lowered a battered and greying
pointed hat slowly over his head. As soon as it touched, a split in the brim shouted out one
word.
"HUFFLEPUFF"
The entire school waiting expectantly at their tables for the feast were startled when
Professor Dumbledore, the head master of the school with a long flowing white beard and a
twinkle in his eye, stood and told professor McGonagall not to take the sorting hat away yet.
"This year, we are happy to accept a new member into the school. She has been home
schooled until now, she has tested into fourth year, so please give her your respect."
The school started clapping as a small girl entered the Great hall from a door behind a
tapestry. Her skin was pale and she had piercing black eyes. Her hair hung in gelled waves along
the back of her head and framed her face with two coils on her cheeks. Some would have called
her beautiful if it hadn't been for the fact that her eyes were sunken in, and she seemed to have
an eternal scowl on pale lips, lips that barely held color. She walked in with hesitant steps and
avoided contact with anyone she came near. Unlike everyone's school robes, hers seemed not
just black, but they seemed to suck the color out of her area. Even though it was the end of
summer, a warm and humid time, she wore black gloves past the point that her robes came over
and a shawl on her head that left just the front of her hair and her face visible. As she walked
towards the sorting hat and stool, murmurs could be heard through the crowd. They didn't get
very loud before Dumbledore continued.
"Please welcome Tersila Snape."
With that announcement a great murmur broke loose from the school, if carefully
listening a person could hear from all over the hall questions. Questions about how was the girl
related to Snape and what would this mean. People were too involved with their conversations
to notice the shocked expression on Snape's face.
Snape was stunned, his own name was not very common in the Wizarding world, and he
was an only child, and his father was an only child. How could this girl be related to him? The
only reasonable answer is that she wasn't, but than how would she have the last name. He
hadn't known the name of the new student before because Dumbledore had never mentioned it
in the staff meetings, but to have had the time to study this phenomena would have really helped.
The girl had finished her way to the stool by the time all of this happened and as the hat
lowered over her head, it gave a great shout of
"GRYFFENDOR"
This did much to convince all people that the girl was in fact not related to the almost
universally despised Potions instructor.
Hmmm, I think I'll make that me prologue, bit intriguing or no? Please review as I don't have
much self confidence and have to know if people read my mindless drivel,
speak and I could than get down to my normal lunatic ravings in my own mind.
Harry Potter and all characters from the harry potter novels belong to JK Rowling, not me,
though I wish they did so I'd have much more money than I currently do and could pay off my
truck and the tons of other debts I now have. . . .err sorry rambling. Suing me won't do any good
for the previously mentioned reasons. And now on with the brain blithering.
I'm also writing on the assumption that my reader does infact know something about Harry
Potter, the main characters, setting, and plot of the first three books, this is a re-write of the third
book, due to the fact that I like adding new characters, but suck at coming up with new conflict
and story points.
"Whitby, Kevin" Professor McGonagall, a stern looking woman with her hair in a bun
and dark green robes, said in a loud voice.
A small boy of eleven years old, the last in this group being sorted into one of the four
houses in Hogwarts, a school for witch craft and wizadry, meekly made his way to a battered
three legged stool and carefully sat down. Professor McGonagall lowered a battered and greying
pointed hat slowly over his head. As soon as it touched, a split in the brim shouted out one
word.
"HUFFLEPUFF"
The entire school waiting expectantly at their tables for the feast were startled when
Professor Dumbledore, the head master of the school with a long flowing white beard and a
twinkle in his eye, stood and told professor McGonagall not to take the sorting hat away yet.
"This year, we are happy to accept a new member into the school. She has been home
schooled until now, she has tested into fourth year, so please give her your respect."
The school started clapping as a small girl entered the Great hall from a door behind a
tapestry. Her skin was pale and she had piercing black eyes. Her hair hung in gelled waves along
the back of her head and framed her face with two coils on her cheeks. Some would have called
her beautiful if it hadn't been for the fact that her eyes were sunken in, and she seemed to have
an eternal scowl on pale lips, lips that barely held color. She walked in with hesitant steps and
avoided contact with anyone she came near. Unlike everyone's school robes, hers seemed not
just black, but they seemed to suck the color out of her area. Even though it was the end of
summer, a warm and humid time, she wore black gloves past the point that her robes came over
and a shawl on her head that left just the front of her hair and her face visible. As she walked
towards the sorting hat and stool, murmurs could be heard through the crowd. They didn't get
very loud before Dumbledore continued.
"Please welcome Tersila Snape."
With that announcement a great murmur broke loose from the school, if carefully
listening a person could hear from all over the hall questions. Questions about how was the girl
related to Snape and what would this mean. People were too involved with their conversations
to notice the shocked expression on Snape's face.
Snape was stunned, his own name was not very common in the Wizarding world, and he
was an only child, and his father was an only child. How could this girl be related to him? The
only reasonable answer is that she wasn't, but than how would she have the last name. He
hadn't known the name of the new student before because Dumbledore had never mentioned it
in the staff meetings, but to have had the time to study this phenomena would have really helped.
The girl had finished her way to the stool by the time all of this happened and as the hat
lowered over her head, it gave a great shout of
"GRYFFENDOR"
This did much to convince all people that the girl was in fact not related to the almost
universally despised Potions instructor.
Hmmm, I think I'll make that me prologue, bit intriguing or no? Please review as I don't have
much self confidence and have to know if people read my mindless drivel,