Wish Upon a Star
Disclaimer: Everything that is familiar in this story belongs to J.K. Rowling, sadly, if it had been up to me some of the people would've been still alive. Any other character is from my own mind, feel free to play with them if you want, but please let me know:)
After my amazing tour through Hogwarts, including some of the secret passage's Fred and George know, we headed down to the Great Hall for dinner. Luckily there weren't too many people in the Great Hall, since it was still early, but I had asked Fred and George if we could go a bit earlier, because I didn't fancy everyone staring at me.
Sitting between Fred and George, I got some curious looks from other Gryffindors, but they didn't comment, mostly because they were First and Second Years. To the other student's I just looked like another Gryffindor Student, wearing the same robes, lined with red on the inside and the Gryffindor emblem on my chest, right above my heart. While visiting the Gryffindor Common Room, which was so damn awesome, and leaving my stuff in my room, I had changed into the robes, hoping that I would blend in a bit more. Luckily for me it was Saturday and the weather outside was amazing, so there was almost no one inside when I went to the Common Room. When Fred and George showed me my rooms my mouth fell open, we came in trough the entrance the led to the Gryffindor Common Room, the other was guarded by a portrait a bit away from the Fat Lady, en the way from the Common Room was locked by my Magical signature as Fred and George explained to me. I was keyed into the room, and I could add and remove people from the wards as I pleased. There 'living room', was a circular room of about 5 meters wide, with stairs leading to two rooms on the left side, one for the Head Girl, and one for the Head Boy. On the back side, opposite of the two door was a giant window facing over the grounds of Hogwarts and a fire place with comfortable chairs standing around it on the right side. Going upstairs to the Head Girl room, I saw a slightly smaller room with a big four poster standing opposite another window which was draped in red blankets, a small fireplace and a door leading to the bathroom. I quickly unshrinked my trunk and changed into the Gryffindor robes as Fred and George waited downstairs for me before we left for the Great Hall.
Fred nudged me in the side, pulling me back to reality again, "You look worried Yvette, is something wrong?".
I smiled, "No, just a bit nervous I guess", I said, "Professor Dumbledore told me he would introduce during dinner, that's all."
"Don't be worried", George said from my right side, "We will keep everyone away if it get's too much"
While getting my tour of Hogwarts, I had talked a lot with Fred and George, they sure were a fun due to hang out with, I told them about myself, of course not that I had crashed back trough time, and into Hogwarts, but still, there were a lot of things I could tell. In return they had told me about themselves, the rest of Gryffindor, their live at the Burrow, Ginny, Ron, Percy, Charlie, Bill and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
After everyone settle down on their House table's, I let my eyes go over the students, I noticed Harry and Ron sitting a bit further down the table, but I couldn't spot Hermione anywhere. When I was about the ask Fred and George, Professor Dumbledore stood up and asked for everyone's attention.
"Good Evening everyone", he said after the noise went down, "I am glad to tell that Professor Snape managed to finish the Mandrake Potion this afternoon, and that all the petrified students have been, unpetrified."
With that, he waved his hand, and the doors of the Great Hall opened, Filch, holding Mrs. Norris in his arms, Colin Creevey, Nearly-Headless Nick, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hermione and Penelope Clearwater. Hermione was the first one to run into the Great Hall, past me to Harry and Ron, loudly screaming ,"You solved it! You solved it!", hugging both of them as soon as she was near them
It took a couple of minutes before everyone settled down again and Professor Dumbledore stood up again, "Now we have had that, I have one more thing to tell you. As you all will know now, several days ago a young woman crashed into Professor Snape's dungeon's. Miss Hanson is a student of Hogwarts too from now on, but the Portkey I gave her wasn't correctly set, she is a bit different from the rest of you because her magic just recently showed itself. Miss Hanson is sorted into Gryffindor House, and over summer will be decided in which year she will take place next September. Thank you."
Everyone turned towards the Gryffindor table, looking curiously for me. I felt my self blush, I didn't like it when everyone was looking at me, and sitting next to Fred and George didn't help who happily pointed towards me. I was so thankful when Professor Dumbledore clapped in his hands and food appeared on the table, because that was suddenly a lot more interesting then me.
The sudden appearance of the food and the delicious smell that came with it was overwhelming, after coming over that shock I look over the plates to see what they had and there was a huge choice. Looking over the choices I decided to go for the things I knew, usually I wasn't a big fuss with food, but after all the excitement of the last few days I wasn't sure what my stomach would and wouldn't hold, filling my plate with roast chicken, roasted potato's, peas, carrots and gravy. While eating my own meal, and occasionally answering Fred or George when they asked me something I let my eyes wander trough the Great Hall, looking for the people I had read about in the books. On the Slytherin table at the other side of the Hall I could clearly recognise a young Draco Malfoy, sided by Crabbe and Goyle, the rest of the Slytherin table was a mystery for me. On the Ravenclaw table I noticed a young Luna Lovegood sitting on her own at the far end of the table and Cho Chang sitting in the middle, her asian looks setting her apart from the rest of the students/ At the Hufflepuff table I recognised a bit more students, Cedric Diggory, Hannah Abbot, Susan Bones, and Justin Finch-Fletchley
Lastly I looked over the Gryffindor table, which sat the most student I had heard of, at the far end Ginny Weasly and Colin Creevey, then a bit further down Harry, Ron,, Hermione, Neville, Dean, Thomas, Parvati, Lavender, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinet, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley
Over the course of the meal, I noticed quite a lot of people still looking at me, but as soon as I looked up to see who were staring, they quickly looked away. The only people who didn't seem interested in me were the Slytherin students, they probably thought they were better then me, seeing that I only showed my magic at the age of 16, I mean, from what I've read most children start to show signs of Magic from the age of 8, sometimes before that.
When everyone was finished eating, including me, every last crumb disappeared from the plates, leaving them shiny, Fred nudged me softly in my side, pulling me back to reality. I saw that everyone was standing up, ready to go back to their Common Rooms.
"Come on", Fred said, "I'm sure everyone wants to meet you!"
I followed Fred and George towards the Common Room, but I was sure we took a detour since I had the feeling it took way longer then when we went downstairs to the Great Hall. When we finally arrived in the Common Room, I saw that my feelings had been right, we had indeed taken a detour because every single Gryffindor was in the Common Room. As soon as I stepped in, everyone turned their heads and looked at me. I felt myself turning red again, and George, feeling my discomfort said out loud, "As Professor Dumbledore said, this is our new student, Yvette. Yvette meet everyone from the Gryffindor House."
"Hi", I said nervously, "Nice to meet you all."
And with that it was settled, everyone went back to their previous conversations and Fred and George led me to a group of students, the Quidditch Team I noticed quickly. Oliver Wood was talking loudly to the other members, Katie, Alicia, Angelique and Harry.
The moment Oliver noticed the Weasley twins walking over, he looked up, "Took you two long enough to get here, we have enough to talk about."
Fred and George sat down on the free couch, and I slowly sat down between the two of them, not sure if Oliver or any of the others wanted me there.
It seemed like Oliver didn't even notice me, so caught up in his Quidditch, so I relaxed a bit as the others listened to him, taking my time to discreetly observe Harry. On the inside I was screaming, like every female Harry Potter fan, I had a crush on him and now he was sitting less then two meters away from me! Harry looked exactly like Rowling had described him in the books, short for his age, thin, and an untameable mop of pitch black hair. But the most striking about him were his dazzling green eyes, which at the moment were focused on Wood, listening intensely to his speech. Without me noticing it, a smile crept onto my face, this was so awesome! I almost didn't regret having an almost crash before being send back in time and to Hogwarts. Then I remembered my boyfriend, Dennis, what had happened to him? Professor Dumbledore said he would be alright, and that he might turn up at Hogwarts somewhere in the future, at least, that's what I understood. As my smile faltered, I felt Fred squeezing my hand, "What's wrong?," he muttered in my ear.
I shook my head, "Nothing, it's just that I didn't have the time to tell my boyfriend good bye, before I left."
"You will see him again", Fred said, "It's almost summer holiday anyway you will have enough time to visit him."
"I know,", I said, but I knew that I couldn't go and visit him, heck, he wasn't even born yet. It was a couple of more minutes before Oliver Wood ended his speech, and he noticed me for the first time. "You must be Yvette", he said while extending his hand to me, which I took and shook.
"Yes, that's me", I said, smiling slightly at him.
"What do you think of Quidditch, you like it?", he asked me, and I had to urge to roll my eyes, as in the books, Oliver Wood had a major obsession with Quidditch. Of course I knew about it, but I couldn't tell him since my cover story for my sudden appearance was that I was a Muggle-born witch, and thus I wasn't supposed to know anything about the Wizarding World.
"No, I don't", I said, "I grew up in the Muggle world."
Oliver looked at me for a minute, but before he could open his mouth, Fred and George pulled me away. "You don't want to tell her now Oliver", Fred said.
"Because then we will be sitting here until next year", George finished his brothers sentence as they lead me over to the fire place where Fred and George said down with some other Fourth Years, talking about the fact that the exams had been cancelled. I stood there awkwardly for a moment before I turned around and walked slowly to my own room. It wasn't even 9 o'clock, but I'd gotten really tired from, well everything. Quickly changing into my new Pyjama's, and closing the curtains around my four poster bed.
The remaining two weeks of the school year, I had my own time table. Professor Dumbledore had said that he needed to know where my skill level was, so he could place me in the appropriate year next September, so that I wouldn't just sit in class understanding everything, or understanding nothing at all. My two weeks existed of private lessons in Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy and Herbology. After talking with Professor Dumbledore I had convinced him to let me take flying lessons too, although they were in the evening, after dinner. All the Professors were surprised by how quickly I picked up the basics, for someone who had never heard of magic before a couple of days earlier, what they of course didn't know was that I spend a lot of my free time before being 'dumped' in Hogwarts reading the books and learning spells. I know, I was a kind of a Potter nerd, but so were some of my friends at College. The only Professor who wasn't impressed was Professor Snape.
The first time I stepped into the Potions Class Room, it was almost pitch black, only a handful of torches were lighted on the walls. I had made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down, waiting until Snape arrived, while I said there, waiting for him I kept on having the feeling that someone was looking at me from the shadows. After waiting for 10 minutes, I saw him creeping out of the shadows from my peripheral vision.
"Miss Hanson", he drawled, causing me to look in his direction as he walked towards the desk I sat on, "The Headmaster requested me to teach you Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts, since we do not have a teacher at the moment. I will see you six hours a week, in this class room, 3 hours for Potions and 3 hours for Defence. I do hope that you are able to understand simple instructions, so you might be able to perform adequately in Potions, unlike the other dunderheads I teach at the moment, but I think that will not be the case, seeing that you are almost of age, and barely know anything about magic", he sneered.
During his speech, I kept on looking to him, but making sure that I didn't look him directly in his eyes, but instead focused on the bridge of his nose.
"We will see about that, sir", I replied without looking away, seeing him frown his eyebrows.
"Your cheek will not be tolerated, Miss Hanson, the next time I will deduct points from Gryffindor", he growled, "Now open your book on page 21 and start working on the Cure for Boils."
I looked away from him, and started reading trough the instructions before working on the Potion for the next 2 hours. After 2 hours of working, a potion that was somewhere between Red and Pink, kind of like the book described. Filling two flasks with the Potion, after turning off the fire, I walked towards Professor Snape's desk, and placed one of them there. I remembered that Snape had tried on several occasions to 'accidently' drop Harry's vial, so I made sure I had a second one in case that happened.
Seeing that nothing happened, I walked back to my desk to clean it up until I only had the second vial standing on my desk. Contemplating with my self for a moment, I decided to put it in my Potions kit, I might be useful in the future.
When I looked up again, I saw Professor Snape looking at me, "You can go now, Miss Hanson, I expect you here tomorrow for you Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson", he said before looking down at the pile of parchment in front of him, ignoring me.
"Yes Sir", I said before turning around and leaving the class room. Walking back to my rooms, I wasn't sure if I should be happy to see him so many times in one week, or if I shouldn't.
Placing my bag and potions kit under my bed, I grabbed Occlumency and Legilimency, How to Protect the Mind from my pillow and starting reading. I had decided that the sooner I would be able to start learning Occlumency, the better I could hide the real truth about me and start making plans about what to do the coming years that I would be staying at Hogwarts, since I now knew where exactly I had landed, the end of Harry's Second Year.
Looking at the clock, I saw that I had an hour left before I had to go down for dinner, I crossed my legs in Indian Style, I sat on my bed, trying meditation to clear my mind.
This rhythm continued for the next two weeks, lessons during the day, Occlumency before sleeping and flying lessons in the weekend before I wandered trough the school and borrowing books from the library which I read outside on the grass next to the Black Lake. During those weeks I mainly talked with Fred and George, who were keeping an eye on me, Oliver Wood, who heard about my Flying lessons, and Hermione, who came up to me a couple of times, asking all kind of questions. My first flying lessons had been… interesting in the least, it seemed like I had a knack for flying. As soon as Madame Hooch explained the basics of flying to me, I had taken the broom and flew right past her, while she screamed I had to be careful. Actually I wasn't surprised when I though back about it, I had always loved the idea of flying, and wanted to become a pilot.
Oh, and I managed to let a cauldron explode during one of my Potions lessons. Actually it was quite funny, Professor Snape was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder what I was doing when I added to much Dried Billywig Stings, causing it to explode. The explosion had sent me flying backwards, covered in Awakening Potion, along with Professor Snape. It was a funny sight to be honest, seeing Professor Snape laying on the floor, all ruffled up and liquid dripping from his face. I had let out a small giggle, which was returned by and angry sneer before I was kicked out of the Dungeon's.
I had been allowed to return to the lessons the next day, but Professor Snape didn't say anything to me, he only sneered, and set me to work in the back of the class, as far away from him as possible.
On the last day of term, Professor Dumbledore asked me to come over to his Office because he had the results from the other teachers about my performance in their lessons.
"Sit down, Miss Hanson, sit down", he said as I walked into his office, "Lemon drop?"
I took a lemon drop and popped it in my mouth, while waiting for Professor Dumbledore to start talking.
"You know why you are here?", he asked, and when I nodded he continued, "Good, well, I had the results back from your teachers, and to be honest, I was a bit surprised."
I swallowed the lemon drop before saying, "Why that, Sir?"
"Your abilities are far more advanced then I would have expected, with only two weeks of magical training, you are far over the level someone your age would be with six years of magical training."
I felt my mouth falling open, "Oh."
"Yes, yes, that's what I thought, Miss Hanson", Professor Dumbledore said, "How ever, your knowledge doesn't reach that far. Your knowledge is around the same of a Third Year, so I think I should place you with either the Thirst or Fourth Years next September. Potions is the only subject you're behind in, compared to the other Second and Third Years, but Potions is a lot of practise, something that can't be improved a lot in two weeks."
Well, that didn't surprise me much, looking back I had noticed that Professor Snape hadn't really liked me, and it didn't help that I was sorted into Gryffindor, or managed to let a cauldron explode.
"Professor", I said after thinking for a moment, "Could I be placed in the Third Year next September?"
"Why that?", he asked me.
"Well, I don't really know", I started, "Like you said, my magical knowledge at the moment is somewhere in between a Third and a Fourth Year, so I think it is better to be placed in the Third Year so I can catch up bit more easy with the things I am behind in."
Professor Dumbledore nodded before I continued, "Also, I heard some of the Second Years talking about choosing extra subjects". Which was not true because I had read that in the books, "And otherwise I have to catch up on a whole year of that subject too."
Professor Dumbledore nodded again, "I see your point, Miss Hanson", he said, "Do you already know which subject you want to do?"
"Well", I said, "I'm not sure if I know all the subjects. I heard some of the Second Years naming a couple of them like Divination, Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies, but I don't know all of them, so I don't think I can make a choice now."
"Understandable", said Professor Dumbledore, while giving me a piece of parchment "You have to choose two subjects out of this list."
Looking down on the parchment I saw 5 subjects;
Study of Ancient Runes
Arithmancy
Muggle Studies
Care of Magical Creatures
Divination
I already knew that I wouldn't choose Divination, so that left four subjects, Care of Magical Creature's wasn't the most difficult subject, and it was a good way to get closer to the Golden Trio. That left only one subject to choose. Maths wasn't really my thing, and runes didn't do me anything, but so didn't Muggle Studies. In the end I decided to go for Arithmancy, because it seemed to be the most useful subject to me.
Handing the parchment back to Professor Dumbledore, I said, "Then I'll go for Care of Magical Creatures and Arithmancy, Sir."
"Brilliant, now that's all set, I think you should start packing, if you aren't finished already, since the Hogwarts Express will be leaving at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Thank you Sir", I said as I stood up, "Have a nice summer."
Walking back towards my own rooms I smiled. The coming few years would definitely be a few interesting one's.