***Disclaimer: Hail to Ms. JK Rowling, creator of all the HP characters! I own nothing except Lara and my plot. (Sorry I wasn't able to put a disclaimer in the first part of this series.)
***(A/N): Hey everyone! Thanks for your reviews. I really appreciate it! Anyway, This story will DEFINITELY have a minimum of at least 15 chapters. So...just wait and see...hehe
Chapter 2: The Sorting
"Firs' Years! Firs' Years over here!" a big booming voice shouted over the crowd.
"Hagrid!" Hermione greeted. Ron and Harry waved as well.
"All right there Harry? Ron? Hermione?" grinned the huge Hogwarts caretaker. They chatted for a few seconds before they parted ways and Hagrid loaded the scared and trembling first years into the small boats waiting on the lake.
"They sure do look nervous!" chuckled Ron.
"You should talk! You nearly fainted on Hagrid when we were firsties." Reminded Hermione. Harry and Lara burst out laughing as Ron's ears became as red as his hair, muttering "…geez Hermione, did you have to remind me?"
The foursome walked up to the huge double doors of the castle.
SPLAT!
"Arrrgh! PEEVES!" Harry shouted as he tried to swat the mischievous poltergeist. All four of them were soaked to the bone in ice water.
"Let me guess. Peeves the Poltergeist right?" asked Lara as she wrung water out of her hair.
'At your service madame new girl." The mischief-maker said and mockingly bowed to her. He then took a lock of her long hair and gave a sharp tug before zooming away shouting, "I GOT THE NEW GIRL! I GOT THE NEW GIRL!"
When they entered the Great Hall, Harry heard Lara gasp. She was looking at the ceiling that was enchanted to look like the sky outside.
"Grandpa always told me about how the ceiling was magically enchanted but I never expected it to be THIS beautiful." She said in wonder. Lara stood transfixed as she gazed at the "sky". It was a clear midnight blue and was choc-full of stars.
"Come on…You have to get up there and be sorted." Hermione gently pushed Lara up to McGonagall. After they deposited her with her grandfather, they sat down at the Gryffindor table on the far side of the hall. They watched as Lara greeted her grandfather with an affectionate kiss. They spoke for a few moments with Professor McGonagall before Lara headed over to the very end of the line of trembling first years. McGonagall took out a very old, very worn black hat and placed it on a stool. She stood back and waited, as did the rest of the hall.
Suddenly, the hat launched into a song:
"I know I'm not a handsome hat.
That I don't deny.
Don't feed me to a hungry bat,
For I can still reply;
And tell you your true houses right.
Where surely your future will be bright.
Will you be a true Gryffindor;
A person of courage true?
Where boldness and friendship
Are the things that they look for.
Will you be a wise old Ravenclaw;
A person of wisdom great?
Where learning, knowledge and the truth
Are certainly not a flaw.
Will you be a cheery Hufflepuff;
A person of diligence?
Where one who is hardworking
Will be thought hot stuff.
Will you then be a Slytherin;
A person who wants success?
Where power, fame and fortune
Are what will make you win.
So put me on your little head
Whether it be black, blond or red.
Do it now!
Don't be shy!
For I'm a wise old cap!"
The Great Hall burst into applause and the Sorting Hat bowed to each house solemnly.
Professor McGonagall stepped forward again and began reading from a scroll that she was holding.
"Abner, Eloise"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" (applause from the Hufflepuff table)
"Finnegan, Sondra"
"GRYFFINDOR!" ("Oh no! I'm stuck with my sister!" graoned Seamus)
"Funnel, Joseph"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Nokor, Gordon"
"SLYTHERIN!" ("Ick. Another one." Murmured Ron)
So it went, down the line. Until finally, Dumbledore stood up and waved his hands for attention.
"I would now like to introduce to you a new student. She is a transfer from the Eastwick Academy of Magic in the United States and will be starting her 6th year. Please welcome my granddaughter, Lara Dumbledore."
Whispers broke out among the students.
"Dumbledore did he say?"
"Is that really his granddaughter?"
"They're related?!?"
Ron also noticed that nearly half of the male population were eyeing Lara with interest. ("Stupid gits" he muttured)
"Dumbledore, Lara" McGonagall said and rolled up her scroll.
Lara stepped forward and nervously placed the Sorting Hat on her head.
"Aahh… a relative of the Great One! Hmmm…plenty of spunk and courage. Bright mind too. That's good. Aha! A Special gift I see…So you have found friends here already eh? Well…here's another one for GRYFFINDOR!" the hat finally shouted.
The students all clapped and cheered. (except of course Slytherin)
With a grateful smile, Lara made her way to the Gryffindor table and sat down beside Ron.
*****
"This way! Please follow me." Directed Hermione. She and Harry were prefects this year and were now leading a group of half-asleep first years to the Gryffindor Tower.
"Ursa minor." Harry said the password when they reached the portrait of the fat lady. They went into the common room and were greeted by the cheery flame and a number of students. Hermione and Harry separated the first years and directed them to their respective dormitories.
Minutes later, only quiet was to be hear in Gryffindor Tower. Tired, happy and with full stomachs, the students had all fallen asleep.
*****
The boy!
He's out to get the boy!
Then out of nowhere, a song was heard:
"The one of unruly black and emeralds bright
Shall be the dark Lord's blight.
With the Eye of Light will he then be
The Chosen One who will set us free.
Together with the gold and the mighty three,
They will fulfill Love's Legacy."
Lara jerked awake. "Oh no! Not again. Please don't let it be another prophecy." She muttured.
Ever since she was small, she knew that she had been blessed (or cursed) with a special gift: the gift of prophecy. Her parents and her Grandfather all knew that she was a Seer and had helped her develop her skill.
"I don't want to know." She whispered to the darkness.
Vividly, she remembered her past prophecies. All of them were accurate. All of them ended up a tragedy. Lara began sobbing into her pillow for the face that she saw in her dream was that of Harry Potter.
*****
"Lara! Wake up! We'll be late!" Hermione said, giving Lara a vigorous shake.
'Ummm…" Lara moaned and turned over, trying to block out the racket that Hermione was making. With a sigh, Hermione pulled out her wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" and suddenly, Lara's bedcover lifted into the air.
"Okay! Okay! I'm up!" Lara stood up and went to get ready, yawning all the way; last night's dream still heavy on her mind.
The two girls met up with Harry and Ron in the Great Hall. They were eating their breakfast and laughing when suddenly, a cold hand clamped onto Lara's shoulder.
"Well, well. If it isn't the Headmaster's Granddaughter." Sneered Draco Malfoy. Lara whirled around and narrowed her eyes in recognition and instant dislike.
"Well, well. If it isn't the Death Eater's son." She said, mimicking his insulting tone of voice perfectly. The students around them had stopped what they were doing and were now watching the little scene with mouths hanging open.
Malfoy glared at her for a few more seconds before sauntering off.
"You better watch it Dumbledore." He smirked over hjs shoulder.
"Uh oh. I think you just made yourself an enemy." Commented Seamus Finnegan who happened to be passing by with a plate of sausages and eggs.
Lara tossed her blond hair and shrugged.
"That's okay Lara. We hate him too." Hermione said to comfort her.
"Yeah. That slimy git is one guy you're better off hating." Added Harry
"He's a creep okay? End of discussion. I'd really appreciate it if we not talk about Draco Malfoy while we're eating. It makes me want to throw up." Pleaded Ron while making fake gagging noises.
Hermione, Harry and Lara burst out laughing.
***(A/N): Hey everyone! Thanks for your reviews. I really appreciate it! Anyway, This story will DEFINITELY have a minimum of at least 15 chapters. So...just wait and see...hehe
Chapter 2: The Sorting
"Firs' Years! Firs' Years over here!" a big booming voice shouted over the crowd.
"Hagrid!" Hermione greeted. Ron and Harry waved as well.
"All right there Harry? Ron? Hermione?" grinned the huge Hogwarts caretaker. They chatted for a few seconds before they parted ways and Hagrid loaded the scared and trembling first years into the small boats waiting on the lake.
"They sure do look nervous!" chuckled Ron.
"You should talk! You nearly fainted on Hagrid when we were firsties." Reminded Hermione. Harry and Lara burst out laughing as Ron's ears became as red as his hair, muttering "…geez Hermione, did you have to remind me?"
The foursome walked up to the huge double doors of the castle.
SPLAT!
"Arrrgh! PEEVES!" Harry shouted as he tried to swat the mischievous poltergeist. All four of them were soaked to the bone in ice water.
"Let me guess. Peeves the Poltergeist right?" asked Lara as she wrung water out of her hair.
'At your service madame new girl." The mischief-maker said and mockingly bowed to her. He then took a lock of her long hair and gave a sharp tug before zooming away shouting, "I GOT THE NEW GIRL! I GOT THE NEW GIRL!"
When they entered the Great Hall, Harry heard Lara gasp. She was looking at the ceiling that was enchanted to look like the sky outside.
"Grandpa always told me about how the ceiling was magically enchanted but I never expected it to be THIS beautiful." She said in wonder. Lara stood transfixed as she gazed at the "sky". It was a clear midnight blue and was choc-full of stars.
"Come on…You have to get up there and be sorted." Hermione gently pushed Lara up to McGonagall. After they deposited her with her grandfather, they sat down at the Gryffindor table on the far side of the hall. They watched as Lara greeted her grandfather with an affectionate kiss. They spoke for a few moments with Professor McGonagall before Lara headed over to the very end of the line of trembling first years. McGonagall took out a very old, very worn black hat and placed it on a stool. She stood back and waited, as did the rest of the hall.
Suddenly, the hat launched into a song:
"I know I'm not a handsome hat.
That I don't deny.
Don't feed me to a hungry bat,
For I can still reply;
And tell you your true houses right.
Where surely your future will be bright.
Will you be a true Gryffindor;
A person of courage true?
Where boldness and friendship
Are the things that they look for.
Will you be a wise old Ravenclaw;
A person of wisdom great?
Where learning, knowledge and the truth
Are certainly not a flaw.
Will you be a cheery Hufflepuff;
A person of diligence?
Where one who is hardworking
Will be thought hot stuff.
Will you then be a Slytherin;
A person who wants success?
Where power, fame and fortune
Are what will make you win.
So put me on your little head
Whether it be black, blond or red.
Do it now!
Don't be shy!
For I'm a wise old cap!"
The Great Hall burst into applause and the Sorting Hat bowed to each house solemnly.
Professor McGonagall stepped forward again and began reading from a scroll that she was holding.
"Abner, Eloise"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" (applause from the Hufflepuff table)
"Finnegan, Sondra"
"GRYFFINDOR!" ("Oh no! I'm stuck with my sister!" graoned Seamus)
"Funnel, Joseph"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Nokor, Gordon"
"SLYTHERIN!" ("Ick. Another one." Murmured Ron)
So it went, down the line. Until finally, Dumbledore stood up and waved his hands for attention.
"I would now like to introduce to you a new student. She is a transfer from the Eastwick Academy of Magic in the United States and will be starting her 6th year. Please welcome my granddaughter, Lara Dumbledore."
Whispers broke out among the students.
"Dumbledore did he say?"
"Is that really his granddaughter?"
"They're related?!?"
Ron also noticed that nearly half of the male population were eyeing Lara with interest. ("Stupid gits" he muttured)
"Dumbledore, Lara" McGonagall said and rolled up her scroll.
Lara stepped forward and nervously placed the Sorting Hat on her head.
"Aahh… a relative of the Great One! Hmmm…plenty of spunk and courage. Bright mind too. That's good. Aha! A Special gift I see…So you have found friends here already eh? Well…here's another one for GRYFFINDOR!" the hat finally shouted.
The students all clapped and cheered. (except of course Slytherin)
With a grateful smile, Lara made her way to the Gryffindor table and sat down beside Ron.
*****
"This way! Please follow me." Directed Hermione. She and Harry were prefects this year and were now leading a group of half-asleep first years to the Gryffindor Tower.
"Ursa minor." Harry said the password when they reached the portrait of the fat lady. They went into the common room and were greeted by the cheery flame and a number of students. Hermione and Harry separated the first years and directed them to their respective dormitories.
Minutes later, only quiet was to be hear in Gryffindor Tower. Tired, happy and with full stomachs, the students had all fallen asleep.
*****
The boy!
He's out to get the boy!
Then out of nowhere, a song was heard:
"The one of unruly black and emeralds bright
Shall be the dark Lord's blight.
With the Eye of Light will he then be
The Chosen One who will set us free.
Together with the gold and the mighty three,
They will fulfill Love's Legacy."
Lara jerked awake. "Oh no! Not again. Please don't let it be another prophecy." She muttured.
Ever since she was small, she knew that she had been blessed (or cursed) with a special gift: the gift of prophecy. Her parents and her Grandfather all knew that she was a Seer and had helped her develop her skill.
"I don't want to know." She whispered to the darkness.
Vividly, she remembered her past prophecies. All of them were accurate. All of them ended up a tragedy. Lara began sobbing into her pillow for the face that she saw in her dream was that of Harry Potter.
*****
"Lara! Wake up! We'll be late!" Hermione said, giving Lara a vigorous shake.
'Ummm…" Lara moaned and turned over, trying to block out the racket that Hermione was making. With a sigh, Hermione pulled out her wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" and suddenly, Lara's bedcover lifted into the air.
"Okay! Okay! I'm up!" Lara stood up and went to get ready, yawning all the way; last night's dream still heavy on her mind.
The two girls met up with Harry and Ron in the Great Hall. They were eating their breakfast and laughing when suddenly, a cold hand clamped onto Lara's shoulder.
"Well, well. If it isn't the Headmaster's Granddaughter." Sneered Draco Malfoy. Lara whirled around and narrowed her eyes in recognition and instant dislike.
"Well, well. If it isn't the Death Eater's son." She said, mimicking his insulting tone of voice perfectly. The students around them had stopped what they were doing and were now watching the little scene with mouths hanging open.
Malfoy glared at her for a few more seconds before sauntering off.
"You better watch it Dumbledore." He smirked over hjs shoulder.
"Uh oh. I think you just made yourself an enemy." Commented Seamus Finnegan who happened to be passing by with a plate of sausages and eggs.
Lara tossed her blond hair and shrugged.
"That's okay Lara. We hate him too." Hermione said to comfort her.
"Yeah. That slimy git is one guy you're better off hating." Added Harry
"He's a creep okay? End of discussion. I'd really appreciate it if we not talk about Draco Malfoy while we're eating. It makes me want to throw up." Pleaded Ron while making fake gagging noises.
Hermione, Harry and Lara burst out laughing.