Hey.
Had writer's block on this one. It's mostly just a filler...I've pretty much decided on pairings - probably PruHun, Spamano, and SwissAus. Not sure about anything else.
Copied the first part straight from the book, which, as I have said, I do not own.
There will probably be a few fillers before I can actually get into the plot. I'm honestly thinking of having a oneshot chapter for each...prominent pairing.
I tried so, so hard to keep them all in character. I think I failed with Switzerland and Austria, but otherwise it should have been..okay.
Arc I - The First Days
Chapter 2 - Possibility
Gryffindor, Day Two
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When Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter.
"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it..."
"Hey, Potter!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slyterhin girl with a face like a pug. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Wooooooo!"
Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to Elizaveta, and Lovino, whose pessimistic face hadn't changed since last night.
"New third-year schedules," said Elizaveta, passing them over.
"What's up with you, Harry?" Asked George Weasley as he took the seat across from them.
"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting down on George's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.
"That little git," said George. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our apartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself," said Fred.
"I wasn't too happy myself," replied George. "They're horrible things, those dementors..."
"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred.
"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" Harry asked in a low voice.
"I did," Elizaveta muttered quietly.
"What?" Harry pivoted in her direction. "Really?"
"Yeah," she replied. "There were just some memories I couldn't stand seeing again." She shot her fellow transfers a look. Yao shrugged.
"Did you—" Harry began, but was silenced by Hermione elbowing him painfully in the ribs. She glared at him, before looking down at her schedule.
"Ooh, good, we're starting some new subjects today," she said happily.
"Hermione," said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, "they've messed up your schedule. Look — they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time."
"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."
"But look," said Ron, laughing, "see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle studies. And" — Rom leaned closer to the schedule, disbelieving — "look — underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?"
"Don't be silly," said Hermione shortly. Harry pulled out his own schedule, which was identical to Ron's, and nodded at Elizaveta.
"Here, what've you signed up for?"
"Divination," she said with a smile. "Nine o'clock."
"We'd better go, then," Ron interjected. "Look, Divination's at the top of North Tower, it'll take us ten minutes to get there."
Yao finished one of the buns he'd gotten from "mysterious ways, aru," and stood up.
"Let's go."
Gryffindor, Day Two
Harry dropped tiredly into his seat at the table by Ron. "Ah, that was so tiring... What did you guys think of Professor Trelawney?"
"She's bonkers crazy," said Dean.
"Yes, what a horrible woman," Elizaveta put in angrily.
Harry shrugged. He wondered if it were bad to be this relaxed, but Hermione nudged him. "You can't honestly believe what that lady said. Seriously, Harry —"
"I'm fine," he muttered.
"Really though, Harry, you haven't seen a big black dog anywhere, right?" Ron asked. Harry thought back to Privet Drive. "It's fine," he promised. "I'll be fine."
Ravenclaw, Day Three
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"Excuse me," said Roderich, looking very affronted, "but are you planning on throwing that out?"
"Yes, you idiot," Vash replied, getting redder and redder in the face. "Now get out before I —"
"But you see, you simply cannot —"
"Just shut up!" Vash yelled, whipping out a gun and pressing it into Roderich's forehead. "You want to die?"
"I shall now express my anger through the —"
Vash slammed the back of his pistol onto Roderich's temple, efficiently silencing the other.
Hufflepuff, Day Three
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Antonio returned to the common room to find many of the third-year students pressed against the wall, a look of pure horror planted on their faces.
He would later learn that Ivan had "threatened" them by pounding the redwood table, which had just happened to be in close proximity, because they would not become one with Mother Russia.
He heard Justin Finch-Fletchley say, "I'm applying for a restraining order."
"What's that?" asked Ernie.
Slytherin, Day Three
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Kiku had closed off a corner of the dormitory, claiming that this was his personal space and that anyone who dared cross it would be immediately cut to pieces, and something that sounded suspiciously like "do not underestimate the power of the Japanese Empire."
The next morning Malfoy came to breakfast with his robes evenly gashed into six slices of cloth.
Gryffindor, Day Four
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As the post came in, Harry noticed an owl swoop in and drop a letter down by them. Ron peered at it. "This is...?"
"Uh, probably for me," Elizaveta finished hurriedly, snatching the envelope out of his hands. Hermione stared at her.
"I thought you said that your...um...adoptive family were all muggles."
"I think it's from a friend," the honey-haired girl muttered, eyes scanning the letter. "Yeah, he...You must be missing my awesomeness already... You're awesome, Liz, but not as awesome as me... I thought you might miss my awesome voice, so...Honestly — It's only been four days."
Hermione raised her eyebrows, and opened her mouth, but Ron interrupted. "If you're going to talk about all that girly trash again, then why don't you spare us the trouble?" Hermione huffed indignantly.
"Excuse me, but —"
"Are you together?"
Ron swiveled. "What? Me and her? No way!"
"No, no," Elizaveta explained calmly. "You and Harry."
"What?" Ron screeched, and Harry dropped his fork. "That's disgusting!" Ron continued. "You —"
"Shame," Elizaveta said slowly. "Never mind."
The owls circled above their heads for a while longer, and another envelope fell onto their table.
"Um," said Elizaveta. "Why does it look like it's on fire?"
"Uh.. about that...maybe you should just run for it."
The letter exploded.
Ugh, that was terrible. It'll get better! I promise I'll try!
Now, go and leave a review. Seriously, it takes you, like, two minutes, and it makes both the author Mikako-chan and her editor Haruki-chan extraordinarily happy. Now go. Review. I promise I'll answer any questions you have in your reviews.
And this is really short compared to what I wrote last time. Hehehehehe, sorry!
I'm probably going to write something PruHun and something AusHun. And something Spamano, which I've already been heavily implying each chapter. I've decided to go with Canon Harry Potter pairings, and start off following the HP plot then break away.
Thanks for reading!
- Mikako
