Dumbledore's Army ~ Chapter 1

By: MoonPaper

Summary: Just my idea of what it would be like if Dumbledore sent for talented students of magic from all over the world, to form the next Order of the Phoenix. How would the people of the magical world react, and what their talents wold be, and what adventures they would have to face.

Disclaimer: Harry Poter and related indicia are copyright, JK Rowling and Warner Bros.

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Chapter 1: Introductions, and a *little* suspicion all around...

"Professor?"

The transfiguration teacher looked at the second-year student at the doorway, and motioned for him to enter. "Yes, Gluckly?" The Hufflepuff nodded. "Err... Headmaster Dumbledore wants to see you, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasely, Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom." Minerva Mac Gonagall nodded. "Alright then. Run along, and go back to your lessons." Then she turned to the group of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. "Potter, Weasely, Granger, Longbottom. Follow me." Confused, the four teenagers stood up, packing their bags.

Hermione's look clearly stated her question, even if she wasn't speaking. "What did you all do now?" The three boys shrugged their shoulders, as they went up the spiraling elevator to Dumbledore's office. All was quiet and Harry certainly was wondering what DUmbledore was up to, especially when he saw the Members of The Order of the Phoenix, standing, and fourteen chairs, nine of which was occupied.

He saw a variety of characters, a pair of twins who looked something like Fleur- he feared they were Veelas. There was a Chinese boy, an atletic-looking dark-skinned boy, a smiling, and continuously chatting girl with blonde hair and green eyes, which lighted upon him and ficked up on his forehead. "Oh! You must vee Harry Potter?" The others loked upon them, and also, an egyptian- looking boy, and Indian girl, a spahinsh girl, and a boy with blue eyes and black hair.

Feeling twenty or so pairs of eyes on him, he felt increasingly uncomfortable, and shifted his weight. The akward moment was cut short by Dumbledore, whose eyes twinkled behind his half moon spectacles. Let us get seated then." His eyes scanned the crowd, lingering a bit more on the empty chair, and then he cleared his throat.

"You must all be wondering why you are here. You all know who I am, but you don't know each other. But you all know who Voldemort is." A few of the people cringed, others froze, but some, Harry noticed, ignored it and kept on listening. "He is the man- if he still is one, who threatens the whole world, not only ours, but of the muggle's as well. You have all come from all over the world, with special skills, each of you, and accepted my offer. It seems, of course, that Miss Fujima did not, but-"

"Creeeaak" Everyone looked at the window, which suddenly was open, and then, Professor Sprout closed it. "Nasty draft..." Everyone turned to Dumbledore to listen again, but Harry caught something at the corner of his eye. There was a raven which he swore wasn't there before, which was now on the rafters. Hermione and Ron nudged him, but he nodded towards the celieng. Dumbledore kept on talking, but they all watched as the raven gave them a look, and opened its wings, to swoop down on the empty chair for Miss Fujima, whoever she was. Everyone paused again to look at the raven, which, in front of their eyes, started to transform, into a girl. "Whoa." Harry looked at Ron, and then at the girl again. Whoa.

The girl was a beautiful, gothic type, with long black hair and steel grey eyes, which somehow, reminded Harry of Malfoy. But her face was not angular, it was slightly rounded, but pale. A tongue licked blood red lips, as she bowed to Dumbledore, and said something in a language Harry couldn't understand. But Hermione knew what it was, at least. She cocked an eyebrow. "Japanese. Must be the Miss Fujima, then. Knows how to make an entrance, doesn't she?" Harry shrugged. Dumbledore nodded and she sat down. Everyone listened to him again. "And so, the group is completed- the group of the Defense from Voldemort."

Murmurs swept through the crowd, but mostly they were serious and looked at Dumbledore with interest. But Harry raised up his hand. Everyone looked at him, and he felt uncomfortable again. "I have a proposition. Why not call it Dumbledore's Army?"

More murmurs were heard, but this time, of agreement. The Spanish girl nodded, and raised up her hand. She said something in Spanish as well, which confused all others, but not Dumbledore. He nodded. "Alas, I am outvoted. Dumbledore's Army it shall be called, then. Now, you must be wondering how we can defeat Voldemort if we cannot even understand each other. I have the solution. Wear these, and you will understand, whichever language spoken."

Professor McGonagall went around with glowing balls of magic, and she went around, making a motion which showed that it was to be inserted into the ear. Everyone did so, and Harry immediately felt his ear go numb, followed by a light sensation in his head, and normality again. He could understand what eveyone was saying, and everyone turned to Dumbledore again. "But you all must be able to speak as well. Here. Are the speech- spells." Professor McGonagall went around again, giving the speech orbs out, and everyone swallowed them.

"Now, I want every one of you to come up here and introduce his/herself. Anyone who does not understand, please raise your hands." The introductions began, and no hands were raised at all.

The Desjardins twins came up first. One was called Blanche, and she was pale, with blue-grey eyes and mouse brown hair, which, as they watched turned into something flowing, gold, and waist length, but it only appeared for a while, until it returned to being mouse brown again. "My name ees Blanche Desjardins, I am seventeen,from Beuxbatons, and a Metamorphmagus. I am ze older one of us." Harry saw Hermione's and most of the girls' eyebrows twitch. He was sure he heard someone mutter something like,. "Haughty bi*ch." He held back a snort as Blanche made eyes at the athletic boy near them, who ignored it, and looked at her twin sister. "And a wh*re too..." He looked around, and grinned at a smirking, raised eyebrows Hermione, who was mouthing something to the Spanish girl. He could've sworn it said "I agree."

He watched again as the younger Desjardins began to talk. She was quiet, and was quite shy. "Erm... My name ees Celine, I'm Blanche's tween seester." She was smaller, and had crystal blue eyes, sort of white already, and chestnut brown hair. "I... am also seventeen, and I play Chaser een Queedeetch. I'm not a Metamorphmagus, but I specialize in making protective spells, and infiltrating other people's spells... I theenk that ees all." Ron nudged Harry, and nodded, as Celine loked at Lupin and blushed. Hermione was openly chatting with the Spanish girl, who stood up, and introduced herself, witha slight Spanish accent.

She was caramel- skinned, and had light brown hair and somewhat close together brown eyes. "Hola! My name is Maria Estrella, and I come from Quetzalcoatl University, in Mexico. But I am Spanish. I am sixteen, and I specalize in Dancing magic, Illusions and somewhat... Astrology. This is because my family has gypsy blood. Nice meeting you." She gave a little dance, and a complicated bow, before giggling and returning to her seat behind Hermione.

The next one up was the Athletic boy who Blanche was making eyes to. He heard Maria say something like "Hot." He shook his head, smiling. She was going to be nice to work with. "Erm..." This boy turned out to be a shy one as well, and they watched as he blushed slightly. "My name's Drake Jackson, I'm American, and I come from Salem High, California. I'm seventeen.Uh... I'm part American Indian, and my expertise lies in talismans... I'm a Quidditch Beater. That's all." He almost ran to his seat. Harry came next, then Ron, then Hermione, then Neville, then a Chinese boy who was quiet, and had a proud, and yet disciplined look to him. He was muscular, and wore white chinese robes with a blue sash.

"Good Evening. My name is Lin Xue Lang, you may all call me Xue Lang. It means either Blood Wolf, or Snow Wolf, depends on how you pronounce it. I am an Animagi, a wolf, and I train with elemental sword magic. I come from the White Jade Sect in China. I am seventeen as well." He bowed, and Harry took in the stance of being ready, though bowing. Black eyes looked out from under chocolate brown hair.

The next one up wore Durmstrang Institute's uniform, and she was the talkative, and quite money-minded, from what conversations Harry heard, girl. She was pale, with green eyes and white- blonde hair. Quite round- faced, though. And she had a sweet, yet cheeky voice. "Good Evening! My name is Iris Shrapnova, I am sixteen years old! I come vrom Mother Russia, and I go to Durmstrang. I am half banshee, and half siren, I enchant... and harm people with my two voices. Nice to be meeting you all! Now, ven to ve eat?" Everyone laughed at the bubbly girl, who sat down and gave a bold wink to Ron, who blushed. Harry elbowed him in the ribs and looked at Hermione, who looked away immediately, acting like she didn't care. He just laughed.

The Egyptian boy came up, clasping his hands and bowing. "Nice meeting you. I am Ahmad Goldeagle, from The School of Thoth, in Egypt, I am good with curses, hexes and traps. I can also speak nine languages, and can translate runes. I am fifteen." His speech was brief, and he sat down beside the Indian girl, who stood up, smiling kindly at everyone.

"Nice meeting you all. You may call me Vistra- my full name is too long. My last name is Raj. I come from the Ceylon School of Magic, in India. I can transform into any animal, and speak to them, at will. Except for snakes- they have a language of their own. I also know how to do 'doll magic'." Seeing everyone's confused faces, she sighed. "Voodoo." A collective "Oh." was heard from the audience.

Silence prevailed again as Miss Fujima stood up. She was wearing a grey and white kimono with willow pattern under her black cloak, which had a hood. She took it off and bowed. "Good Evening. I am Fujima Arashi... or... I think in English countries, you put surname last? My name is Arashi, you may all call me that, as long as you are friend.Which I hope to say is safe to presume? In any other situation, you call me Fujima san. I come from the Ameratsu Tennyo University in Japan. I have the ability to turn inanimate objects into animate ones. I can touch them, and they will show me what they have seen- and... I am Quidditch Chaser."

Harry smiled and clapped along with the others. He could've sworn that she was going to say something else, but changed her track at the last minute... He watched as she mingled with the girls, who fingered her kimono's fabric. But they all watched as the last, but definitely not the least of the younger generation, stood up. He was A blonde boy, with blue eyes and slightly tanned skin. "Good evening. I'm Robert Micheals from Australia. I don't really come from a school, but I was taught, was one of the five to be chosen, to be taught by the head-woman-priestess of Yhi, the Aborogine's Goddess of Creation. I specialize in dream- seeing, plants and divination. Nice to meet you all. I can play mean beater."

Everyone talked together for a while, before Dumbledore cleared his throat again. "Of course, everyone will have to be sorted into houses...?" And so, the short Sorting was held. McGonagall read out the names. Harry gave everyone the info on the Houses, Hermione and Ron being supportive of Gryffindor, of course. Snape hovered nearby, listening in for any Slytherin-slandering. (A/N: *grins*)

"Desjardins, Blanche" - "Ravenclaw!"
"Desjardins, Celine" - "Gryffindor!"
"Estrella, Maria" - "Gryffindor!"
"Fujima, Arashi" - - - - - "Gryffindor!"
"Goldeagle, Ahmad" - "Hufflepuff"
"Jackson, Drake" - "Gryffindor!"
"Lin, Xue Lang" - - "Quite the Slytherin, but... Ravenclaw!"
"Michaels, Robert" - "Ravenclaw!"
"Raj, Vistra" - "Gryffindor!"
"Shrapnova, Iris" - "Hufflepuff!"

Harry snickered softly as Snape's eyes narrowed, and he stalked out of the room, leaving as Professor Sprout and Proffesor Flitwick congratulated their newest students. McGonagall ushered the newest Gryffindors out, Celine,Maria,Arashi and Drake into the hallway leading into the dorm. Drake, Neville, Ron and Harry stuck together and talked about Quidditch as they made their way to the Fat Lady.

Meanwhile, Hermione gave all the girls the download on the existing Gryffindors. And then, Maria spoke up. "Methinks someone here has someone crushing on her." Hermione raised an eyebrow at her, but she just gave a brazen wink and walked on ahead. Celine tugged at her sleeve. "So... you were saying, who ees ze new Defense Against ze Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione nodded. "Ah, yes, Professor Lupin has come back to teach us." Celine frowned. "Oo ees zis Professor Lupin?" Hermione nodded. "You know the man at the back, wearing the slightly worn robes? The one with grey hair?" Celine's eyes widened. "HIM?" She almost screeched. Hermione just raised an eyebrow and nodded, narrowing her eyes as she saw a pale pink tinge on Celine's face. It must be becasue she shouted SO loud in the corridor...

Finally, they arrived at the Fat Lady, and gave the password. (Gwapagoop) And McGonagall showed them all the dorms, before giving them a warning about the next day, and leaving. They all bade each other good night, and went to their respective dorms, though not immediately to sleep.

MoonPaper: hey, guys, this is my second ever Harry Potter fic, and my first long fic. So, please, please, please, I crave reviews. I'm going to have the next chapter up soon, so please, review, I need to change the stuff in it to suit what you want, and so I can improve. Flames willl be recieved as well, though mostly, ignored. Thankx!!!