A/N: HELLOOOOO, ESPECIALLY TO SARAH ROSE BLACK, WHO I AM CURRENTLY TALKING
TO ON THE PHONE!!!!! UMMM... NEXT CHAPTER IS UP! ENJOY, AND PLEASE LET ME
KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Voldemort's New Plan
Chapter 7
"Ah, wonderful! You're back! Well, how was the Floo?" Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he asked, as though he already knew the answer.
:: He probably does. :: I thought to myself. A bit green around the edges after traveling by Floo, my head was still reeling.
"Just fine, if you like that sort of thing - which I don't." I told him, clutching the arms of the chair for support. We were in Dumbledore's office, drinking tea and eating "biscuits", as the Brits call them. Or rather, HE was drinking tea and eating biscuits. I was staring at them, feeling ill and trying to be polite about it.
"Levelio!" Dumbledore said, pointing his wand at my head. At once, the world stopped spinning, and those biscuits were looking pretty good.
"Thank you, sir." I said gratefully, before biting into a British cookie. My stomache answered with a growl.
"Certainly. Now, to discuss your House... I believe that tonight during dinner, we will have a Sorting Ceremony just for you. How does that sound?"
"Well, a bit like I'll be on the spot, but that's to be expected, so it sounds just fine to me!"
"Good, good. I hope you won't mind if I tell everyone you are a visiting cousin of mine ... from America, of course, as your accent will tell everyone."
"No, I don't mind ... but why do you want to do that?" I asked him, curious.
His voice became grave. "My dear Trini, the only thing that could have spotted a Muggle as a witch, since your magic was so deep that not even the American school noticed, and to transport you here, then erase all memory of how that took place, would be Dark Magic. Yes, I fear that the Dark side is somehow behind all of this, and for that reason, we must keep your real identity a secret."
All I could think to say (oh, original me!) was, "Oh."
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It was almost time for me to be Sorted, and I was even more nervous than before my first dance recital in 4th grade. I could hear Professor Dumbledore speaking in the Great Hall to the mass of students, explaining to them about his "visiting cousin".
Professor McGonagal turned to me, jerked her head in the direction of the Great Hall, and took of at a brisk, McGonagal-like pace. I followed her, trying to keep up AND hide behind her all at once. It really wasn't working very well.
Shooting me a stern look that told me she knew exactly what I was trying to do, Professor McGonagal placed the three-legged stool on the floor in front of all of the House tables, gestered for me to sit on it, and placed the Hat on my head.
I knew everyone was craning to get a good look at me, and so was VERY thankful for the shadow the broad rim of the Sorting Hat cast over my blush.
The Sorting Hat was currently muttering in my ear, sounding very perplexed.
:: You know, Trini, you are very brave... :: It said/thought to me.
:: Am I? :: I questioned it.
:: Yes, and loyal, smart, AND cunning. This may take a while... :: It said, sounding a bit resigned.
:: Um ... ok... :: I said, somewhat nervous.
While the Hat murmered and muttered, I took a peek around the Hall. Seeing people, teachers included, were staring at me with growing interest due to the Hat taking so long. I once more hid my face under the flat's rim.
:: Sigh... I think there's only one thing to be done, then. Yes, it'll have to be ... ::
A/N: AHAHAHHA! CLIFFHANGER! SORRY... JUST SO MUCH FUN!!! TRALALA! CHEERS! DON'T FORGET TO PUSH THE LITTLE GREYISH-BLUISH BUTTON!!!!
Voldemort's New Plan
Chapter 7
"Ah, wonderful! You're back! Well, how was the Floo?" Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he asked, as though he already knew the answer.
:: He probably does. :: I thought to myself. A bit green around the edges after traveling by Floo, my head was still reeling.
"Just fine, if you like that sort of thing - which I don't." I told him, clutching the arms of the chair for support. We were in Dumbledore's office, drinking tea and eating "biscuits", as the Brits call them. Or rather, HE was drinking tea and eating biscuits. I was staring at them, feeling ill and trying to be polite about it.
"Levelio!" Dumbledore said, pointing his wand at my head. At once, the world stopped spinning, and those biscuits were looking pretty good.
"Thank you, sir." I said gratefully, before biting into a British cookie. My stomache answered with a growl.
"Certainly. Now, to discuss your House... I believe that tonight during dinner, we will have a Sorting Ceremony just for you. How does that sound?"
"Well, a bit like I'll be on the spot, but that's to be expected, so it sounds just fine to me!"
"Good, good. I hope you won't mind if I tell everyone you are a visiting cousin of mine ... from America, of course, as your accent will tell everyone."
"No, I don't mind ... but why do you want to do that?" I asked him, curious.
His voice became grave. "My dear Trini, the only thing that could have spotted a Muggle as a witch, since your magic was so deep that not even the American school noticed, and to transport you here, then erase all memory of how that took place, would be Dark Magic. Yes, I fear that the Dark side is somehow behind all of this, and for that reason, we must keep your real identity a secret."
All I could think to say (oh, original me!) was, "Oh."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*
It was almost time for me to be Sorted, and I was even more nervous than before my first dance recital in 4th grade. I could hear Professor Dumbledore speaking in the Great Hall to the mass of students, explaining to them about his "visiting cousin".
Professor McGonagal turned to me, jerked her head in the direction of the Great Hall, and took of at a brisk, McGonagal-like pace. I followed her, trying to keep up AND hide behind her all at once. It really wasn't working very well.
Shooting me a stern look that told me she knew exactly what I was trying to do, Professor McGonagal placed the three-legged stool on the floor in front of all of the House tables, gestered for me to sit on it, and placed the Hat on my head.
I knew everyone was craning to get a good look at me, and so was VERY thankful for the shadow the broad rim of the Sorting Hat cast over my blush.
The Sorting Hat was currently muttering in my ear, sounding very perplexed.
:: You know, Trini, you are very brave... :: It said/thought to me.
:: Am I? :: I questioned it.
:: Yes, and loyal, smart, AND cunning. This may take a while... :: It said, sounding a bit resigned.
:: Um ... ok... :: I said, somewhat nervous.
While the Hat murmered and muttered, I took a peek around the Hall. Seeing people, teachers included, were staring at me with growing interest due to the Hat taking so long. I once more hid my face under the flat's rim.
:: Sigh... I think there's only one thing to be done, then. Yes, it'll have to be ... ::
A/N: AHAHAHHA! CLIFFHANGER! SORRY... JUST SO MUCH FUN!!! TRALALA! CHEERS! DON'T FORGET TO PUSH THE LITTLE GREYISH-BLUISH BUTTON!!!!
