A/N: I draw McGonagall looking like I describe her, so bear that in mind when you read this. I'm sorry for the confusion, but after "reading" a bunch of Harry Potter JAPANESE doujinshi, I always picture McGonagall looking like that.
That and I'm a firm believer that Wizards and Witches age slower than normal human beings, so that also contributes to the McGonagall looking young factor. Sorry… don't hurt me… ::hides behind a large rock::
Chapter Four
By: Ehren Hatten
Harry scratched a piece of dirt off of his prefect badge. He couldn't believe his luck that he was now a prefect. HE then turned to watch the scenery going by out the window. He replayed the events that led up to now in his mind.
He and Hermione both received owls when they got to Ron's house for the remainder of the summer. The letters both had a badge and a letter from Professor McGonagall saying that they were prefects.
Then, Harry got a letter from Astra saying that she was ever grateful to have him over. She apologized for her mother and the "photo op" situation. Then, she said she enclosed a special picture for him and his friends to look at. That was when Fred and George took the picture and letter from his hands and started to show it around the room. The letter explained that Astra was experimenting with potions to make the photograph show what you were feeling at the time.
When Harry saw the picture, he noticed why Fred and George were grinning so deviously. Ron and Hermione were holding hands in the picture and the little Ron would every now and then glare at Harry. Then, he noticed why he would glare at Harry. Harry was holding Ginny's hand as well. Harry blushed at the thought and had proceeded to try to get the picture out of Fred's hand. Ron joined in as well.
It was all well, now. Ginny sat next to Harry on the Hogwarts Express. She never once looked up at him. She did blush furiously at the mention of the picture. "So what did you think of the picture?" Harry smiled; Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair.
Ron and Hermione were on opposite sides of the seat, which was opposite from Harry and Ginny's seat. Hermione blushed slightly and said, "It was a good picture…" Ron mumbled something under his breath.
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Outside the compartment, Draco Malfoy listened to the quiet conversation. His two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle were behind him. They smiled fiendishly. "What do we do, Draco?"
Draco was a tall boy of fifteen. He was thin and pale. She glared at his lackeys with his cold gray eyes. "What do you THINK moron!" He hit Crabbe on the back of his head. "We're going to give them a mighty surprise for giving ME tendrils…"
"I don't think so, hon."
Draco turned around to see a tall girl with long blonde hair and blue-gray eyes staring at him. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. "What do you want…" He smiled, playing it cool.
"What do plan on doing…." She said as she came into the light. He noticed a pair of leather gloves on her hands.
"I would ask that same question…." He said calmly. "I would have you know that if you assault me, that I'll sick my father on you."
"I'll have you know that if you do anything to Harry and his friends, that I'll do more to you than what yer father will be able to collect." She bared her teeth at him. There were sparks coming from her hands.
Draco stared. "Crabbe… Goyle… deal with her…" He sighed. Nothing happened. "Crabbe…. Goyle?"
"They're gone, sweetpea…. Yer mine now…" The girl smiled sweetly at him. He was getting nervous now.
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"Like I said… I just got a letter from McGonagall that said that I was made a prefect. I don't know WHY she did it…." Harry was getting exasperated from all of this questioning.
"Well…It's about time you start acting your age anyway…." Hermione paused. "Act like a prefect should!"
Ron and Ginny both muttered something sounding like, "Another Percy…."
"Act like I do… I mean… I was made a prefect as well and so now I'LL act like one…" Hermione was proud of herself.
"You do that anyway, Hermione…" said Ron as he smirked at her. Hermione blushed and went back to her slouching state.
Suddenly, there was a great crackling sound from outside their compartment. It sounded as if a great many lightning bolts came down in one area. Harry jumped up immediately and went to the door.
The door opened before laid a hand on the handle. There stood a smoking Draco Malfoy. He looked as if he just French kissed a light socket. Harry was about to say something, when Draco beat him to it. "I am s-s-s-supposed t-t-to s-say I a-am s-s-sorry…."
Harry stared at him. Then, Draco dropped to the ground in a smoking heap. Harry stared at him harder. He remembered something that Astra had told him. "I think I know who did this…."
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When they arrived at the castle, Astra and Nevaeh stared at everything. Their mouths stood agape at the sights. "Whoa…."
When they got to the main entrance and tall woman with black hair tied tightly in a bun and wearing a black Victorian style dress stood before them. She looked young for the age that Harry had told Astra. "Good evening all. Will Miss Knight and Miss Ives follow me, please… you will enter with the First years when
they arrive."
Astra and Nevaeh were led away from the group. Astra and Nevaeh looked back to see Fred and George waving furiously at the two girls. They blushed in unison.
When the First years arrived, a bored Astra and Nevaeh started to make their hands talk. "Hello.. My name is Mr. Flibble! Will you be my fwend!" said Astra with her right hand, doing a bad ventriloquist job.
"NO! I want to be his friend! I'M Mr. Satan!" went Nevaeh with her left hand. They were talking to a little eleven year old boy, who was starting to try to find a way out from being near the two bored girls.
"When we go into the main hall, you will be sorted into your houses. For the rest of your term here, these people will be a sort of family for you. Points will be taken or rewarded according to your behavior." McGonagall opened the doors to the main hall. The first years all followed her to the front where they all stopped.
McGonagall walked behind the teacher's table and brought out a stool with an old pointed hat on it. She set the stool down and got out a clipboard. "You will be called by name and come to the front. You will sit on the stool and place the hat on your head." She flipped a few sheets on the clipboard and got out a pencil. "Absolene, Henry."
Astra watched a small boy with blonde hair walk up and sit on the stool. He pulled the hat on over his head and waited. "Hufflepuff!" The boy jumped off and ran over to the Hufflepuff table.
Astra suddenly noticed what all the first years were wearing. They all wore a gray sweater, a white button up shirt, a black tie, dark gray pants or a dark gray skirt, black shoes and a black robe. Nothing changed when they were sorted. Astra watched as another Hufflepuff ran over to the Hufflepuff table.
Astra sighed. "Why do I feel absolutely ridiculous?"
Nevaeh sighed as well. "Oh… I don't know…. Could it have something to do with the fact that WE are standing in line with a bunch of kids…?"
Astra looked down and noticed the boy in front of her was staring at her. "Whatchu lookin' at, kid…" The boy blushed and turned back around.
Several Gryffindors, Slytherins, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws later, Nevaeh's name was called. "Ives, Nevaeh!"
Astra watched as Nevaeh walked up to the stool and sat down, pulling the hat over her head. It then shouted. "Gryffindor!" Nevaeh walked over to the screaming table full of Gryffindors.
"Knight, Astra!" Professor McGonagall called out.
Harry watched as Astra walked up to the stool and sat down. She placed the hat onto her head and waited. He remembered the conversation he had with the hat when he was a first year. Harry judged Astra's personality by what he had seen over the summer. He knew that she was a lot like Ron and a lot like Hermione at the same time. "Intelligent AND compulsive…" He smirked.
Astra closed her eyes as she listened to the voice. "Yes… a LOT like young Harry…. A thirst to prove yorself…. And a loyalty that won't be broken easily… Yes… there is only ONE place for you…GRYFFINDOR!" She opened her eyes and looked out at everyone. She smiled and stood up. She ran over to the Gryffindor table and sat down.
When the sorting ceremony was finished, Dumbledore stood up and grabbed everyone's attention. "May I have yor attention…. As you know, I must tell you to stay away from the Forbidden Forest. It is off limits. This year, we will have the Triwizard Tournament again. We must always make friends with other countries, and so this year it will be with two other schools. Now… shall we eat…?"
All the golden plates filled with food and everyone dove into it. Astra munched on a turkey leg, while Harry munched on mashed potatoes. Harry looked up at the teachers' table and saw someone VERY familiar. "Ron… I think you ought to run and hide….", he smirked, "Guess who is one of the Teachers now…"
Ron looked up and his face went ten shades of green. "F-fleur… uh oh…" He slunk behind Hermione and she sighed heavily.
"Well I guess the Triwizard tournament is back on then…" said Hermione as she took a bite of corn.
Harry straightened. "I don't care! As long as MY NAME doesn't suddenly come up again in the same sentence!" He paused. "If it does… I'm going STRAIGHT to Dumbledore to tell him to DESTROY the cup!"
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After dinner, the rest of the students walked back to their dorms. Astra watched as a reluctant Harry and Hermione put on their hats and went over to the groups of First years. "What's he doing…"
Ron answered her. "Harry and Hermione are First year prefects…. That means they get to show the first years to their dorms. He looked back to where Fred and George were headed.
"Fish Garden!" said George. The fat lady painting opened up and the Gryffindors filed in.
Astra looked up at the Fat Lady and grinned. Astra waved vigorously at the painting. "HOWDY!"
Nevaeh slapped Astra's hand. "Stop that! Yer scaring her!"
They walked inside and went into the common room. There, Fred and George ambushed them. "Oy! We heard about what you did to Malfoy!"
George grinned. "Could you show us how to do that trick?"
Astra blushed and so did Nevaeh. "I never go anywhere with out Nevaeh."
"Ah… not to worry… I was hoping she would come along!" said George.
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Ron sat on his bed, eating Berty Botts Every flavor Beans, when the door to the dorm slammed shut. Ron smirked. "The Creevy brothers were wondering where they should start the fanclub…. I told them to tell Ginny when they do…" He stared at Harry with an Amused grin. He looked distinctly disheveled. "I see YOU had fun…"
Harry huffed and puffed, gasping for air. He had run all the way up the stairs. "*huff * If I… *puff * EVER…. *huff * Have to lead… *puff * ANOTHER group of first years…. *huff *" He looked terrified at the thought of his experience. "I'LL SCREAM!"
He walked over to Ron's bed and sat down, staring out into space. "They're AWEFUL!"
"I'll take that as a 'No' then…" Ron munched on the beans. "Hermione must be having FUN then…"
"Actually…." Harry paused as he remembered watching Hermione run into her room screaming. "She locked herself in her room, only letting in fifth years and above…."
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That and I'm a firm believer that Wizards and Witches age slower than normal human beings, so that also contributes to the McGonagall looking young factor. Sorry… don't hurt me… ::hides behind a large rock::
Chapter Four
By: Ehren Hatten
Harry scratched a piece of dirt off of his prefect badge. He couldn't believe his luck that he was now a prefect. HE then turned to watch the scenery going by out the window. He replayed the events that led up to now in his mind.
He and Hermione both received owls when they got to Ron's house for the remainder of the summer. The letters both had a badge and a letter from Professor McGonagall saying that they were prefects.
Then, Harry got a letter from Astra saying that she was ever grateful to have him over. She apologized for her mother and the "photo op" situation. Then, she said she enclosed a special picture for him and his friends to look at. That was when Fred and George took the picture and letter from his hands and started to show it around the room. The letter explained that Astra was experimenting with potions to make the photograph show what you were feeling at the time.
When Harry saw the picture, he noticed why Fred and George were grinning so deviously. Ron and Hermione were holding hands in the picture and the little Ron would every now and then glare at Harry. Then, he noticed why he would glare at Harry. Harry was holding Ginny's hand as well. Harry blushed at the thought and had proceeded to try to get the picture out of Fred's hand. Ron joined in as well.
It was all well, now. Ginny sat next to Harry on the Hogwarts Express. She never once looked up at him. She did blush furiously at the mention of the picture. "So what did you think of the picture?" Harry smiled; Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair.
Ron and Hermione were on opposite sides of the seat, which was opposite from Harry and Ginny's seat. Hermione blushed slightly and said, "It was a good picture…" Ron mumbled something under his breath.
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Outside the compartment, Draco Malfoy listened to the quiet conversation. His two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle were behind him. They smiled fiendishly. "What do we do, Draco?"
Draco was a tall boy of fifteen. He was thin and pale. She glared at his lackeys with his cold gray eyes. "What do you THINK moron!" He hit Crabbe on the back of his head. "We're going to give them a mighty surprise for giving ME tendrils…"
"I don't think so, hon."
Draco turned around to see a tall girl with long blonde hair and blue-gray eyes staring at him. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. "What do you want…" He smiled, playing it cool.
"What do plan on doing…." She said as she came into the light. He noticed a pair of leather gloves on her hands.
"I would ask that same question…." He said calmly. "I would have you know that if you assault me, that I'll sick my father on you."
"I'll have you know that if you do anything to Harry and his friends, that I'll do more to you than what yer father will be able to collect." She bared her teeth at him. There were sparks coming from her hands.
Draco stared. "Crabbe… Goyle… deal with her…" He sighed. Nothing happened. "Crabbe…. Goyle?"
"They're gone, sweetpea…. Yer mine now…" The girl smiled sweetly at him. He was getting nervous now.
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"Like I said… I just got a letter from McGonagall that said that I was made a prefect. I don't know WHY she did it…." Harry was getting exasperated from all of this questioning.
"Well…It's about time you start acting your age anyway…." Hermione paused. "Act like a prefect should!"
Ron and Ginny both muttered something sounding like, "Another Percy…."
"Act like I do… I mean… I was made a prefect as well and so now I'LL act like one…" Hermione was proud of herself.
"You do that anyway, Hermione…" said Ron as he smirked at her. Hermione blushed and went back to her slouching state.
Suddenly, there was a great crackling sound from outside their compartment. It sounded as if a great many lightning bolts came down in one area. Harry jumped up immediately and went to the door.
The door opened before laid a hand on the handle. There stood a smoking Draco Malfoy. He looked as if he just French kissed a light socket. Harry was about to say something, when Draco beat him to it. "I am s-s-s-supposed t-t-to s-say I a-am s-s-sorry…."
Harry stared at him. Then, Draco dropped to the ground in a smoking heap. Harry stared at him harder. He remembered something that Astra had told him. "I think I know who did this…."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When they arrived at the castle, Astra and Nevaeh stared at everything. Their mouths stood agape at the sights. "Whoa…."
When they got to the main entrance and tall woman with black hair tied tightly in a bun and wearing a black Victorian style dress stood before them. She looked young for the age that Harry had told Astra. "Good evening all. Will Miss Knight and Miss Ives follow me, please… you will enter with the First years when
they arrive."
Astra and Nevaeh were led away from the group. Astra and Nevaeh looked back to see Fred and George waving furiously at the two girls. They blushed in unison.
When the First years arrived, a bored Astra and Nevaeh started to make their hands talk. "Hello.. My name is Mr. Flibble! Will you be my fwend!" said Astra with her right hand, doing a bad ventriloquist job.
"NO! I want to be his friend! I'M Mr. Satan!" went Nevaeh with her left hand. They were talking to a little eleven year old boy, who was starting to try to find a way out from being near the two bored girls.
"When we go into the main hall, you will be sorted into your houses. For the rest of your term here, these people will be a sort of family for you. Points will be taken or rewarded according to your behavior." McGonagall opened the doors to the main hall. The first years all followed her to the front where they all stopped.
McGonagall walked behind the teacher's table and brought out a stool with an old pointed hat on it. She set the stool down and got out a clipboard. "You will be called by name and come to the front. You will sit on the stool and place the hat on your head." She flipped a few sheets on the clipboard and got out a pencil. "Absolene, Henry."
Astra watched a small boy with blonde hair walk up and sit on the stool. He pulled the hat on over his head and waited. "Hufflepuff!" The boy jumped off and ran over to the Hufflepuff table.
Astra suddenly noticed what all the first years were wearing. They all wore a gray sweater, a white button up shirt, a black tie, dark gray pants or a dark gray skirt, black shoes and a black robe. Nothing changed when they were sorted. Astra watched as another Hufflepuff ran over to the Hufflepuff table.
Astra sighed. "Why do I feel absolutely ridiculous?"
Nevaeh sighed as well. "Oh… I don't know…. Could it have something to do with the fact that WE are standing in line with a bunch of kids…?"
Astra looked down and noticed the boy in front of her was staring at her. "Whatchu lookin' at, kid…" The boy blushed and turned back around.
Several Gryffindors, Slytherins, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws later, Nevaeh's name was called. "Ives, Nevaeh!"
Astra watched as Nevaeh walked up to the stool and sat down, pulling the hat over her head. It then shouted. "Gryffindor!" Nevaeh walked over to the screaming table full of Gryffindors.
"Knight, Astra!" Professor McGonagall called out.
Harry watched as Astra walked up to the stool and sat down. She placed the hat onto her head and waited. He remembered the conversation he had with the hat when he was a first year. Harry judged Astra's personality by what he had seen over the summer. He knew that she was a lot like Ron and a lot like Hermione at the same time. "Intelligent AND compulsive…" He smirked.
Astra closed her eyes as she listened to the voice. "Yes… a LOT like young Harry…. A thirst to prove yorself…. And a loyalty that won't be broken easily… Yes… there is only ONE place for you…GRYFFINDOR!" She opened her eyes and looked out at everyone. She smiled and stood up. She ran over to the Gryffindor table and sat down.
When the sorting ceremony was finished, Dumbledore stood up and grabbed everyone's attention. "May I have yor attention…. As you know, I must tell you to stay away from the Forbidden Forest. It is off limits. This year, we will have the Triwizard Tournament again. We must always make friends with other countries, and so this year it will be with two other schools. Now… shall we eat…?"
All the golden plates filled with food and everyone dove into it. Astra munched on a turkey leg, while Harry munched on mashed potatoes. Harry looked up at the teachers' table and saw someone VERY familiar. "Ron… I think you ought to run and hide….", he smirked, "Guess who is one of the Teachers now…"
Ron looked up and his face went ten shades of green. "F-fleur… uh oh…" He slunk behind Hermione and she sighed heavily.
"Well I guess the Triwizard tournament is back on then…" said Hermione as she took a bite of corn.
Harry straightened. "I don't care! As long as MY NAME doesn't suddenly come up again in the same sentence!" He paused. "If it does… I'm going STRAIGHT to Dumbledore to tell him to DESTROY the cup!"
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After dinner, the rest of the students walked back to their dorms. Astra watched as a reluctant Harry and Hermione put on their hats and went over to the groups of First years. "What's he doing…"
Ron answered her. "Harry and Hermione are First year prefects…. That means they get to show the first years to their dorms. He looked back to where Fred and George were headed.
"Fish Garden!" said George. The fat lady painting opened up and the Gryffindors filed in.
Astra looked up at the Fat Lady and grinned. Astra waved vigorously at the painting. "HOWDY!"
Nevaeh slapped Astra's hand. "Stop that! Yer scaring her!"
They walked inside and went into the common room. There, Fred and George ambushed them. "Oy! We heard about what you did to Malfoy!"
George grinned. "Could you show us how to do that trick?"
Astra blushed and so did Nevaeh. "I never go anywhere with out Nevaeh."
"Ah… not to worry… I was hoping she would come along!" said George.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ron sat on his bed, eating Berty Botts Every flavor Beans, when the door to the dorm slammed shut. Ron smirked. "The Creevy brothers were wondering where they should start the fanclub…. I told them to tell Ginny when they do…" He stared at Harry with an Amused grin. He looked distinctly disheveled. "I see YOU had fun…"
Harry huffed and puffed, gasping for air. He had run all the way up the stairs. "*huff * If I… *puff * EVER…. *huff * Have to lead… *puff * ANOTHER group of first years…. *huff *" He looked terrified at the thought of his experience. "I'LL SCREAM!"
He walked over to Ron's bed and sat down, staring out into space. "They're AWEFUL!"
"I'll take that as a 'No' then…" Ron munched on the beans. "Hermione must be having FUN then…"
"Actually…." Harry paused as he remembered watching Hermione run into her room screaming. "She locked herself in her room, only letting in fifth years and above…."
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