A/N: Well here's chapter two. Thanks so much to my (two) reviewers, yay! I've been noticing that this fic has been getting lots of hits but barely any reviewers. I won't stop posting but I was really appreciate reviews on what you think of this so far (:
Disclaimer: I do not own. No joke.
Sasha stood in front of the doors to the Great Hall, fidgeting nervously. She was beginning to have second thoughts about Hogwarts. None of her other schools had thestrals; she honestly didn't want any more reminders of the past.
Upon arriving though, a stern looking teacher named Mcgonagall led her here and was telling her wait to be sorted. Now the teacher was talking to a scrawny man (from what Sasha gathered he was named Filch) and Sasha's attention drifted elsewhere. But she was snapped back into reality when Mcgonagall said a quick good-bye and walked away with Filch, they muttering were something about two boys and a flying car.
Scratch the second thoughts part, Sasha was right. Hogwarts was interesting already.
Suddenly the doors opened by themselves, and Sasha held back a small squeak. Looking ahead she saw the headmaster beckoning her forwards and there was a plump lady dressed in green with patches all over her clothes who was holding a ragged looking hat.
As she walked up she heard whispers that were no doubt about her. Scanning the room she saw the friends she made in the train smiling at her. For some reason, this gave her confidence.
"Sasha Timbers?" the lady asked. Sasha nodded.
"Well, sit down." Sasha sat.
The hat was placed over her head and she almost gave a squeal when she heard a voice in her ear.
Interesting, you have talent and are ambition, qualities of a Hufflepuff. But you have faced your fears many a time, quality of a Gryffindor. I see. You will make a fine "GRYFFINDOR," the hat shouted.(A/N: Haha how predictable. And it was Sprout that sorted in COS, right? Because Mcgonagall was with Harry and Ron, right?)
Slowly Sasha took the hat off and walked towards the table she presumed was Gryffindor because of the amount of people cheering and clapping.
"Congrats," Nathan said, a grin on his face. Sasha gave a small smile and sat down beside Sarah.
No sooner than she had sat down however, a bunch of little kids, Sasha presumed these were first years, entered that hall. The next couple minutes were dedicated to sorting them. About 9 of the kids were sorted into Gryffindor. Then the feast began. Then when the feast was over there was pudding, and near the end of that some people who were sitting a couple seats down from her were having a rather loud conversation. Not that it really mattered, the whole hall was pretty loud.
What she heard was rather interesting. It fitted extremely well with what Mcgonagall had left to do earlier, something about a flying car. They were talking to a bunch of people. When she heard who they were talking about, Sasha almost dropped her fork.
"Hey, you didn't tell me Harry Potter came here," Sasha said, turning to Sarah.
"Oh. Well, now you know." Sarah said after swallowing some pudding.
Soon, the feast was over and they were sent upstairs Anabelle had disappeared saying something about prefect duties, Kitty went somewhere else and Sarah went to say hi to some friends in other houses so it was Jacquelyn who showed her the way to Gryffindor tower.
Remembering something, Sasha said, "Do you have a sister that goes here? Because I think that I saw somebody that looked like you,"
"Oh, that must be Angelina, my little sister. She's in fourth year."
"Lucky, I wish I had siblings," Sasha said quietly.
Jacquelyn gave a small smile. "Well here we are. Wattlebird."
Sasha raised an eyebrow. Wattlebird, she thought, what on earth is she talking about? Before she even opened her mouth to ask, the portrait in front of them swung open, and Sasha stood gaping like and idiot at the red and gold themed room she was about to step into.
"This is…wow. We never had this at any of my other schools!" she exclaimed.
Jacquelyn laughed. "How many schools have you been to?"
"Only four."
The other girl giggled some more and was about to say something else when Angelina came up to her sister and dragged her away. Now Sasha was completely lost. She couldn't find any of her other fellow sixth years, except Oliver but she didn't particularly want to talk to him, and she was too shy to talk to anyone else. But someone, or two someone's, that were over confidant came to her first.
"Well George, what do we have here?"
"Well Fred, it looks like we have a lady."
"Yes George, I know it's a lady."
"Right Fred, but it's a lady we haven't seen before."
"That it is George, that it is. But what is a lady we haven't seen before dong here?"
"You know what Fred, I think it might be that transfer girl."
"You know what George, I think it is."
"Fred, I think we should introduce ourselves, don't you?"
"George, I think we should."
Then turning to a Sasha, who was watching them with a raised eyebrow and cheeks tinted red, they said in unison, "Welcome to Hogwarts, miss. We're Gred ad Forge."
Sasha blinked. Once. Twice. Then she shut her eyes, counted to five, and opened them again. Well, then, apparently she wasn't going insane. It had never occurred to her that two people could be so identical. It had also never occurred to her that someone could have such red hair; she thought her hair was really red, boy was she wrong. She almost let out a squeak of surprise when each of them grabbed one of her arms and started walking around the common room with her.
"Her name is Sasha Timbers, right Fred?"
"I think it is, George."
"Well, Miss Timbers, as you can see this is the Gryffindor common room,"
It seemed that either he or his brother was about to continue, before they let out a roar of delight, dropped her arms, and ran toward the portrait hole that had just opened revealing a boy with the exact same hair colour as the twins', a girl with brown bushy hair and a frustrated look on her face and a boy she recognized as Harry Potter.
People were swarming around them. Obviously, they were the ones that had flown the car. Minus the girl of course, Sasha had seen her at dinner.
"There you are Sasha!" someone called.
Sasha turned around and saw Kitty come down the staircase.
"The girls are just upstairs unpacking, you should get up there too, your cat won't stop hissing at us."
"Oh no! Scarlet doesn't like new people. I hope she hasn't bitten any of you!" Sasha gasped.
"No, I think she's scared of us. She won't come out from under your bed."
"My bed?"
"Yeah, there's an extra bed for you…didn't you know that?"
"No."
"Oh, well there is. Well what are you waiting for? Come on up."
Then Kitty turned around and went up the staircase, her long chocolate brown hair trailing behind her. Sasha followed; unfortunately, her short wine red hair did nothing but bounce on her shoulders.
About a minute after she entered the room, she was attacked by what seemed to be a small black blur. She let out a small squeal, and then she realized that Scarlet had jumped from the bed beside her and onto her shoulders, apparently trying to hide behind her head.
Jacquelyn laughed and said, "Sorry I left earlier, my sister needed some help her broomstick had a couple broken twigs and she didn't trust herself to fix it."
"No problem," Sasha smiled, "so, I guess this is my bed?"
"Good guess," Sarah said.
Sasha began to unpack and then Anabelle said something,
"We heard some racket downstairs, what was going on?"
"Oh, Harry and Percy's brother, what was his name…oh, Ron! Harry and Ron just came in." Kitty answered
"Seriously? So did they really like, drive a flying car here?" Therese asked, excited.
"Obviously, if there was such an uproar, right?" Sarah said.
"Yeah they did. I'm hardly surprised though, after all this is Harry Potter we're talking about." Kitty said.
"Harry usually does things like that?" Sasha asked.
"Well he usually does pretty amazing things." These started. Then all the girls started talking about the philosopher's stone incident the year before.
"Oh yeah! We got news of that in Durmstrang actually," Sasha said, thoughtfully.
The girls were silent for a bit, and then Sarah said, "You went to Durmstrang?"
Sasha suddenly got a feeling of déjà vu. Hadn't she explained this before? Then it clicked. Only Matt and Oliver were there when she said she went to Durmstrang. "Yeah, I did."
"But you have an American accent," Anabelle said.
Sasha sighed, how many times was she to correct people like this? "I'm Canadian."
"But you just said you went to Durmstrang." Therese pointed out.
"I did,"
"But your Canadian," Therese argued.
"I am."
"Oh! What were you saying earlier, you went to for different schools," Jacquelyn said, finally remembering.
"Yes, this is my fourth. First to third year was at Olicoupas, in Canada, fourth year was at Beauxbatons, and fifth was at Durmstrang."
"Wow, how many languages do you speak?" Kitty asked.
"Eight"
All the girls gaped. Eight languages, that was incredible.
"Well, we should go down now, since we're all finished unpacking. We'll introduce you to some people. You have to meet the Weasley twins. They're hilarious." Sarah said.
How ironic. "Actually, I find them quite intimidating."
The girls laughed. "Met them already have you? Well there's three other Weasley's and a bunch of others" Sarah grabbed Sasha's arm and dragged her downstairs. "We'll make sure Hogwarts is your favourite school!"
Sasha smiled.
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