The Lies I Was Told
Chapter 2: The Houses
HARRY
When we got there, I realized something—we looked nothing like students from the 40's. I pulled my wand out and trained it on Hermione. "What?" she asked, not flinching. I'm glad she trusts me that much.
"We need to change our look." I transfigured her jeans into a hot-pink skirt and her shirt into a blue one. Her gold high-tops turned into silver ballet shoes and her make-up went from gold to silver and white. I changed Fred, George, and my own clothes to button-down shirts and black pants.
"Who is that?" asked a voice. I already decided that it was an annoying voice. We turned around. Armando Dippet.
"Sir, we are from London School of Magic… our parents were killed and our school was destroyed. It was Grindlewald, sir. I'm sorry, but we didn't know what to do. I just—" Hermione broke down on the floor in tears. I gained a whole new respect for her, as I didn't know what an amazing actress she was.
"Oh, my dear girl!" Dippet screamed. He obviously felt for us. What a knobhead. "Come in my office," he said as Fred faked helping Hermione up. We walked into the Headmaster's office and Hermione feigned calming down. "You are in luck, as school starts today. You haven't missed anything. I trust that you have your transcripts," I handed them over. "Perfect!"
FRED
We walked into the Great Hall. For once, I had no idea where to go. My instinct was to sit at the Gryffindor table, but we discussed it, and it wasn't likely that any of us would get Gryffindor. It wasn't a bad thing. We needed to get close to Tom Riddle, so we wouldn't argue with the Hat. The problem was that I'd always gone to the Gryffindor table. The only time that I hadn't gone immediately there was when I was Sorted. Even then, we were told where to go. I had no idea where to go. Judging by the looks on my friends' faces, neither did they.
"Over here," Hermione said, pulling us to the edge of the Hall. People started to enter the hall, and many looked at us. I swear that every single male eye was on Hermione. It was difficult not to look at her. We wore the robes that we had from the 90's, except without the scarlet and gold. That means that we were more exposed than everyone else.
After the 1st years were Sorted, Dippet said, "Now I would like to introduce some transfer students. Mr. Harold Evans," Harry cringed, as his name wasn't 'Harold'. Many people assumed that it was, just because he was 'Harry'. "Ms. Hermione Evans," Hermione stepped forward. "Mr. Fredrick Weatherby," I didn't like 'Fredrick'. It wasn't right. "And Mr. George Weatherby. They are transferring from a school in London, and I expect you to treat them no differently as you would any other student. Who would like to go 1st?"
SORTING HAT
Fred Weasley stepped forward and sat on the stool. When I was placed on his head, I saw his pranks and shop. I mind-spoke to him, You are quite bright, young man. It took a lot to create those products.
Thank you,he said.
Gryffindor was where I placed you, before?
Yes, but my mission…
I see. You aren't a Slytherin, though. I wouldn't have placed you in Gryffindor or Slytherin based on your intellect. I yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" George sat down. He was the same as his brother, but I knew what needed to be done. "SLYTHERIN!" Fred and George looked at each other in disbelief, obviously having never been separated, before. Hermione came up. I saw her past and her intellect. It was an immediate decision, "RAVENCLAW!" Harry came up. I went with where I wanted to put him when he was 1st Sorted. "SLYTHERIN!"
HERMIONE
I walked over to the Ravenclaw table with Fred. He was sulking because of George. That was when I noticed that there were only 2 other girls at the entire table. Leaning over to Fred, I asked, "Why aren't there any girls, here?"
"Girls weren't generally put into Ravenclaw until the time of the Marauders. It's uncommon for a girl in this time to be considered 'smart'."
"Oh." We sat down, ignoring everyone else.
HARRY
George was sulking along with his brother. They'd never been separated, before. I pulled him along to the Slytherin table. I noticed Him, first. He was exactly as remembered. Hair in the 1940's style, like Remus's, eyes all grey, hair a dark obsidian. He was 6'1"—shorter than Voldemort of my time. Maybe being a snake made you taller.
Next to Him was hair that was too bright to look at. He reminded me of someone I knew and hated. On the other side of Him was someone who brought me sadness, as he looked just like his son—the man I came to see as a father, other than Remus.
Abraxas Ignatius Malfoy waved us over. Oh, joy. George had the same look on his face as I, but we strode over. It wasn't Abraxas who talked, though. It was Him. "Tom Riddle, Head Boy, pleased to meet you."
"And I, you," George said. It impressed me how… mature he was acting.
"This is Abraxas Malfoy, Orion Black, Cygnus Black, Theodore Nott, Joseph Goyle, Benjamin Crabbe, and Adrian Dolohov," he gestured to the Slytherins that surrounded him.
"A pleasure," I said.
HERMIONE
I was looking around. Many people were gawking at me, but I couldn't understand why. I mean, just because I was Sorted into Ravenclaw, didn't mean that I was someone to rudely stare at. "'Mione, they aren't looking because you're a Ravenclaw. They're looking because you're gorgeous," Fred said.
"First, that isn't true. Second, thank you for lying to make me feel pretty. And third, how can you always read my mind?"
"First, it is. Second, I'm not lying. And third, I've known you far too long."
"Hello," said one of the other girls, walking over. "Would you mind me sitting here?" Her blond hair fell in waves to the tops of her hips, her blue eyes were sparkling, and her smile was large. She looked extremely familiar.
"Of course. You are?" Fred asked.
"Jessica Shield," she said. Jessica Shield was the mother of Remus Lupin.
"Nice to meet you. What year are you in?"
"6th," she said, smiling.
TOM
It was odd. Hogwarts doesn't take transfers. I liked the Evans boy. I liked the Slytherin Weatherby. I didn't know about the Ravenclaw Weatherby or the Evans girl, though. I looked to their table. Weatherby was talking to the Mudblood, Shield. Not worth my time. Evans, though… she was looking around the hall, though. She seemed to be searching for something. Her eyes found me and we remained in contact for mere seconds before she hurriedly looked away, blushing. I liked how she looked with her cheeks all red.
"What's your sister's name, again, Harry?" I asked, eyeing the pretty Ravenclaw.
"Hermione," Harry said, glancing over at his sister with a protective look.
"And your brother's, George?"
"Fred."
"Why's he talking to the Mudblood?" Abraxas asked, tactlessly.
"I don't think they know that she is one," Harry said. "What do you have against Muggleborns, anyways."
"It's complicated," I said, "Some Mudbloods… most, are stupid, plain, and annoying. Others aren't. I don't hate Mudbloods, I hate when they act like mud."
"What's your blood status?" asked Joseph.
"I'm a pureblood," George said.
"Half-blood," Harry said, "My mum was a muggleborn. She was Head Girl in her days, though. I wouldn't say she's mud."
"Why don't you and your sister look alike?" I asked, my eyes never leaving the Evans girl.
"I look like my dad, but I've got my mum's eyes. Hermione has dad's eyes, and she resembles mum, but she looks mostly like my grand mum. My mum had red hair, my grandpa did, and my grand mum didn't. That's where she got her brown hair, I think." He smiled over at Hermione. There was no doubt that they cared for one another.
"Why'd you refer to your parents in past tense?" Orion asked the question that we all wanted to know the answer to.
Harry looked right at me, "They were killed by a force worse than Grindlewald." I felt a chill run up my spine. That was when I realized what Hermione was looking at. The pipes.
HERMIONE
"You'll love it, here," Jessica said, bringing Fred and I towards the Ravenclaw tower.
"Jess!" called someone from behind us. "We still on for Hogsmeade?" he asked. His body and face structure was exactly like Remus's. His hair was black and his eyes were grey.
Jessica blushed, "Yeah." When he left, I sent her a questioning look. "John Lupin, my boyfriend. He's a 7th year Gryffindor. Here we are," she said, after we finished climbing a spiral staircase. There was a large door with a bronze eagle knocker on it. "You have to solve a riddle to enter. Try it."
"What can you keep after giving it?"
"Your word." The Ravenclaw common room was one of the airiest rooms at Hogwarts. It was a wide, circular room with midnight blue carpet, arched windows hung with soft blue and bronze silks, and a domed ceiling painted with stars. There was an excellent view of the school grounds, including the lake, Forbidden Forest, Quidditch pitch, Herbology gardens, and the surrounding mountains. The room was furnished with tables, chairs, and bookcases; and by the door leading up to the dormitories stood a tall statue of Rowena Ravenclaw made of white marble.
"This is your room, Hermione," Jessica said, showing me a cream room. It had large windows, a desk of marble, my own bathroom (also of marble), a king-sized bed with deep blue covers, and a gauze curtain of a see-through blue material that was hung around the bed, but not protecting against anything. There were silk curtains of bronze.
"Wait… my own room?"
"Few girls are in Ravenclaw. We get out own rooms. Last year, I shared mine with someone, but she left for… personal reasons." I knew who she was talking about. That was the reason that I was looking around at the pipes. In this time, the basilisk was still alive. Myrtle wasn't.
