Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a fanfiction. Please read and review. Constructive criticism is welcome (though I do admit that my "constructive" criticism to my friends is not very helpful ^.^) . Hope you enjoy this!
Chapter 1: Magic's First Touch
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I only made up Storm. Harry Potter characters are JK Rowling's
Minerva McGonagall POV
I strode briskly down the sidewalk as I itched my arm. Muggle clothing was uncomfortable compared to robes. I sighed; this was going to take longer than I would like it to. This was the problem with orphan witches or wizards; they had to be picked up by somebody very responsible. I looked up at the signs: a fast food restaurant, a shopping mall, and an orphanage. I entered the orphanage and walked up to the counter. "I am looking for a Storm Kyrinn," I told the woman. "Oh. Her. You are erm...Ms. McGonagall, correct?" she asked. "Yes," I replied, immediately taking out my emergency driving license (I only had it for situations like this). She checked it and said, "Follow me." She led me to a room. There were curtains separating the children's' "rooms." There was also an open play space where every kid was, for an open free time. Every child was playing but one. She was small with raven-black hair piercing gray eyes. "That's her. She's about 11 years old," the woman told me, motioning to the girl I had spotted. I walked over to her and kneeled down. "Storm. I am Ms. McGonagall. You will be going to a special school for people like you," I told her. She stared up at me, judging me. "Like an insane asylum? To a school for the 'mentally ill'? Where I will be 'reformed'? Hah. You think I'm crazy, I simply know how to deal with things in this cruel world. If somebody steals your food, you ought to steal more of their own," she said coldly. I was taken back. I had never known anybody this young with feelings like that. I did not know how she understood all of that. "No. A place of magic. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," I told her. She raised her small hand and slapped me. "Magic isn't real," she stated. "Oh but it is," I replied. "How about you try it for one semester and if you hate it, go back," I said to her. "Deal." We shook hands. "She's all yours," the woman said. I walked her outside and into a dark alley. "You are about to witness magic. You also will every day from now on until the end of the semester, if you wish," I told her. I took her hand and apparated a few yards away from Hogwarts' wards. I led her to the other first years already in the Great Hall. I took my place on my seat at the head. "It is a pleasure to have you, Professor Longbottom, Granger, and Potter," I greeted them. "Welcome fellow witches and wizards. We have many new first years joining us. Let the sorting begin!" I worriedly looked down at the new student. Her history was quite familiar...
Storm Kyrinn POV
I joined a crowd of people who looked my age. I hoped I was dreaming. I hoped magic wasn't real. But could I deny the magical teleportation? I closed my eyes, pinched myself, and then opened them again. I still saw four tables and the four hourglasses with colorful balls inside. There were flags next to each table. A green one, a blue one, a red one, and a yellow one. Then the hat spoke. It sang a song about the four...houses? Everybody was called up, one by one to the talking hat. Each time Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, or Gryffindor was announced. Finally, "Storm Kyrinn!" was said. I walked up calmly and the put hat on my head. "Oh...a worthy Gryffindor...but you have much potential as a Ravenclaw as well...but I see darkness in your mind...it'd better be...SLYTHERIN!" The hat said. I would rather my thoughts not be revealed to everybody dining, but I suppose I had no choice. The table with the green flag cheered. I got many dirty looks from the red table though. Now that I looked closely I saw that each flag had an animal. The red one was a lion, the yellow a...beaver? The blue one a bird, and my own, the green one, a snake. I approved of it, it fit me. I joined the people and was greeted by a boy with platinum blond hair and blue-gray eyes. "I'm Scorpius," he said. "Storm," I said. "Like your eyes," he said, grinning. "Sure," I said, waving it off. "I'm a second year. Welcome to the House of Salazar Slytherin," he said. "I'm the son of Draco Malfoy," he said, as if boasting. "Who is he?" I asked. "You don't know him? He was a death eater, but later fought alongside Harry Potter," he said, pointing at a professor with black hair and green eyes. "Okay." "Wait...are you muggle-born?!" "What is a muggle?" "A person without any magic." "I don't know. My parents were killed shortly after I was born." "Oh...I'll ask Headmistress McGonagall then." "Thanks." Now everybody was sorted. The woman, Headmistress McGonagall, stood and said, "Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus." "It means never tickles a sleeping dragon," Scorpius explained. "May the dining begin!" she announced, and platters of food appeared in front of us. I was amazed, but kept it to myself, unlike some other gasping first-years. "Ish sho goot!" Scorpius said with a mouthful of mashed potatoes. I took some mashed potatoes, gravy, steak, and a goblet of...orange juice? When I sipped it, it tasted like...pumpkins? I politely ate my meal. Just because I grew up in an orphanage, doesn't mean I have no manners. I watched Scorpius cram food into his mouth when I was done.
Minerva McGonagall POV
I watched Storm, or now, Ms. Kyrinn. She was sorted into Slytherin...that was definitely bad for her, and me. For her it meant people would shun her and she would not stay. For me it meant a lost student.
Storm Kyrinn POV
I looked around and noticed most of the people were in robes. I looked weird in...well, normal clothes. Most of the people finished and the plates disappeared. I guess I couldn't deny magic. "House heads, please show your students to their dorms," announced Headmistress McGonagall. A woman with a pixie cut and green eyes led us down. "Welcome to the Slytherin Dungeons. You may address me as Professor Shadeu," she said. "The password is Salazerin, a combination of the founder of our house's first name and last name." "Salazerin," she said, and a portrait slid open. A fire burned with green and silver decorations all around and couches and tables. "The left is boys and the right is girls," Professor Shadeu explained. "Storm, stay behind," she said. Had I gotten in trouble already? "I would like to tell you that your robes and clothing are in your room, the second to the left of the girl's dormitories," she said. I sighed silently and walked to my room. I was greeted by four four poster beds. I shared my dorm with two brunettes with brown eyes and a blond with hazel eyes. I saw a small trunk with clothes and books. I changed into robes and lay on my bed. A new life. I fell into the sweet clutches of sleep and hoped I would never wake up.
Author's Note:
I based Scorpius on Ron a little…I hope you don't mind.