Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, why the hell would I be posting on fanfiction when I could make more books?
Hello again, sorry it took so long, we have CSAPS this week which are the Colorado exams. I had math and science this week, but next week is reading and writing which is always fun. I think the prompt last year was about what you would do if you could time travel, so of course I included a bit about wearing a time turner. This hopefully is a good chapter, I like concentrating on the classes and setting as well as the characters and I kind of teach myself about it as I write.
Izzy POV
It was a bit of a shock to find out that she had a sister. That was for sure. But she felt like she already knew that, somewhere in her heart that Maya was there all along. Izzy also felt closer to her father, the man that she didn't know. She wasn't sure about whether to believe her father had done those things or not. She had found out that her father was in prison when she was eight years old. The closest connection she had to her mother was when she visited and her cards. Izzy received a letter from her mother every week, saying how she was and what she was doing. Once, she visited a couple years ago, but it was only Izzy, Ginny and Ron there, as Fred, George, Percy, and Charlie were at school. She knew her mother thought her father to be innocent and was trying to gather evidence. Otherthan that, it was a mystery.
"Hey there!" said a girl sitting on one of the four poster beds. "I'm Lavendar Brown, its nice to meet you!"
"Hi! I'm Izzy Black and this is my sister Hermione." She said, smiling. "I guess we are going to be dormmates for the next few years, then."
"Yup!" said Lavendar. "I 'd choose your beds now, I think there is another girl who is in here, and you should get second or third pick!"
They ended up choosing two next to each other, both with a beautiful view over the lake. They looked around the room for other things, they found that their Hogwarts Trunks, when placed vertically, was transfigured into a closet, that could fit all their es and things, and stuck their hygienic things in the bathroom. While Lavender put away her makeup, Izzy was trying to teach Hermione how to use her metamorphic abilities.
"Okay, the easiest thing to change is hair, so we should start with that. I showed you how to do colors earlier, and I think it would be best if you practiced it for a while. How about I do one color and you copy?"
They started doing it, and by the end of the night, Hermione was able to do about half as many colors as Izzy and was doing well on the others. They had just decided to do the same hair color tomorrow (a dark red color) when the other girl walked in. "Hi, I'm Parvati Patil. I'm sorry it took so long, my sister and I were just talking."
"Nah, its fine, I'm Izzy Black, this is Lavender Brown, and my sister, Hermione."
They got along well, and were happy to find that a care package from Hermione's mother had arrived for them. "Ooh! I have chocolate!"
They spent the rest of the night talking about their pasts, Hermione and Izzy explained their relationship and how they had both met only hours previously. Izzy, Lavender and Parvati were very confused at the Mars Bars and Kinder Bars that they had and explained about their wizarding candy. They ended up trading Hersheys for Chocolate Frogs, Jelly Bellies for Berty Botts, and Licorice wands and Redvines. Redvines were the obvious winner in that vote. It turned out that Izzy and Maya had more in common then they thought and ended up having to question each other about their favorite city.
They had just finished explaining Redvines to the other girls when Hermione burst out, "I love Redvines. They are my favorite snack in the entire world!"
"Oh My God. Me too!" said Izzy. They then looked at one another. Hermione's hair was turning black while Izzys stayed at the red color they had chosen. They stood up, faced each other, and waved at one another as if reflecting each other. They then growled at one another then started questioning each other.
"Favorite Amy Manns song on three." Said Hermione
"Redvines"
"Favorite way to say red Wines in a german accent." Said Izzy
"Redvines."
"Favorite color vines other than green."
"Redvines. Oh My god!" They ran at each other.
"Where have you been all my life?" Izzy asked.
"Oh, a suberb of London."
That was when they knew they were doomed to be very close. After all, Izzy thought, Nobody could love redvines and not be worth being a friend.
The next day she was pshyced about her classes. How was she going to pass? She knew nothing about the wizarding world! Heading to the Great Hall with Izzy, both wearing red hair they found there were schedules being handed out by Professor McGonagall. "Ah Ms's Blacks I have your schedules right here. I hope you are enjoying Gryffindor House."
"WE are Professor, thank you." Hermione said, and glanced at her schedule. The schedule was set up in an easy way, and she was grateful that her first class was what it was.
Hermione Vega Black
First Year- Gryffindor House
Monday-
First Year Orientation Room 11 Burbage, Charity
Herbology Greenhouse 1 Sprout, Pomona
LUNCH
Transfiguration Room 79 McGonagall, Minerva
Charms Room 18 Flitwick, Filius
Tuesday
History of Magic Room 66 Binns, Cuthbert
First Year Orientation Room 11 Burbage, Charity
LUNCH
Defense Against The Dark Arts Room 28 Quirrel, Quirinius
FREE
Wednsday
Potions Room 03 Snape, Severus
FREE
LUNCH
Charms Room 18 Flitwick Filius
First Year Orientation Room 11 Burbage, Charity
Practical Astronomy- 12:00 Room 7B Sinestra, Aurora
Thursday
Transfiguration Room 79 McGonagall, Minerva
Potions Room 03 Snape, Severus
LUNCH
FREE
Herbology Greenhouse 1 Sprout Pomona
Friday
FREE
Defense Against The Dark Arts Room 28 Quirrel, Quirinius
LUNCH
History of Magic Room 66 Binns, Cuthbert
Theory of Astronomy Room 7A Sinestra, Aurora
ALL CLASSES ARE ATTENDED DAILY. FAILING TO ATTEND CLASS OR ARRIVING LATE UNEXCUSED 3 OR MORE TIMES WILL RESULT IN A DETENTION.
The schedule was well made and Hermione was happy for the orientation and hoped it would include a map. She was lost on her way to the great hall and she and Izzy decided to eat a quick breakfast then headed to the classroom. Luckily, the class numbers had the first number as the floor, so they figured it was on the first floor. When they arrived, only the teacher was there.
"Hi," She said. "I'm Charity Burbage. I'm doing muggle studies and the First Year Orientation. You guys seem to be the first ones here."
"Yes. I'm Hermione Black and this is my sister Izzy." Burbage looked at her attendence and marked them here.
"You've got another five minutes before class starts, so you can do what ever you want until then." Said the teacher
"Ooh!" Izzy said. "Maya, PURPLE!" she yelled, trying to get Hermione off guard. It took her a moment, but then her hair turned a nice shade of violet.
"Holy cow!" said a voice. A boy walked into the room. He had a round face, blond hair and walked a little clumsily towards them. "That was amazing. I'm Neville Longbottom, it's nice to meet you. I'm also in Gryffindor, I don't think we met last night."
"Yeah, I think I saw you. I'm Hermione and this is Izzy." Hermione said. Izzy's hair was slowly creeping to a shade of red that could only be compared to a blush. Hermione was totally going to investigate that.
Other students started to come in. Draco, Harry, and Ron came in and joined Izzy, Hermione, and Neville. That was when class began.
"Hello class. My name is Charity Burbage, but I would prefer to go by Charity seeing as I am about the same age as most seventh years here having graduated last year and students over second year likely will call me that anyway. I am new here, but I attended for seven previous years as a student. I would like to start our class by a little name game. Please get in groups of seven. I want you all to have at least one from each house as well."
They scurried off into different groups, Hermione, Izzy, Ron, Draco, Harry, and Neville were not in the same group, but they were with a few others that seemed prepared for their first day at school.
"Now," Charity said. "I would like you to introduce yourselves. State your name, where you came from, and an interesting fact about yourself. For example, my name is Charity Burbage, I am from Liverpool, and I have a pet cat that is fat and part kneazle. Go ahead."
Hermione's group started introducing each other. It started with a Slytherin girl. "Hi, I'm Desdemona, but I like going by either Dessy or Mona. I am from Surry and I am muggle born so I am new to the entire magic thing."
"You're muggleborn?" asked a pompous looking Hufflepuff. "How come you are a snake then?"
Dessy paused then said "Um… The hat said I was ambitious. I guess I am, but my ambition was kind of to go play professionally on guitar, seeing how I am now looking all around at magic, it has kind of changed."
"That's cool." Said a Ravenclaw. "I'm Michael Corner, I'm from London, and I play guitar too, so maybe we can play sometime."
Dessy smiled. "I'd love to."
"I'm Ernie McMillan" said the pompous Hufflepuff. "I am the first of my generation to go to Hogwarts. The McMillans previously were homeschooled until my grandmother passed away."
It was Hermione's turn. "I'm Hermione Black and I thought I was muggleborn until a few weeks ago when I found out that my father, John Granger adopted me."
"You're related to the Blacks?" said another Hufflepuff. "Get out of here you dark following snake!" Hermione was in shock. She ran out, yes she did. Her hair turning an ocean blue as she ran, and then green, then orange, then purple and it kept changing. She eventually found a corridor on on one floor and sat down and cried. She cried for ages. She knew that not many people liked her for being smart, but now they don't even like her for her name.
A man in dark robes and greasy black hair was walking by when he heard her crys. He didn't like dealing with crybabies, but he knew this cry. It was the cry of not being accepted, for being bullied, and for confusion. Severus Snape knew he had to find out. He saw a girl there with bushy hair that was changing colors. It must be the black girl. He thought.
Walking up, he saw that she was crying. "Up." Severus said.
The girl was startled, but got up anyway. She sniffled a bit, and looked at him in the eyes. "Yes, sir?"
"What are you crying about?" He inquired. The girl stuttered when she started. "I was in the first year orientation and I introduced myself and this one boy said that I was a follower of dark magic and that I was a snake. A boy I met on the train said that my family is all evil and that they are horrible. I thought people would like me here!"
Severus took a breath, and felt deja vou. He had comforted a muggleborn Slytherine a couple times in his years of teaching, but the idea of a Gryffindor Black being comforted was even weirder, especially because of her father. "Ms Black, I am sure to tell you that not all people are like their family. Mr Malfoy for example does not follow his family's ideas, though it is well known that his father Lucius escaped from Azkaban by only lies. I can garrentee that not all people are like their family. You are the second (or third I suppose seeing as your sister is there as well) Gryffindor in your family. Most other Blacks have been in Slytherine with the occasionally Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff every few generation."
Hermione looked up at the man. "Thank you sir, I will keep that in mind when others speak to me like that." She then noticed her hair. "Oh, darn it! My hair has gone crazy again." She concentrated on the red she had earlier. "Thank you sir, I need to head off to class though, I have Herbology in five minutes!"
Hermione then ran to the greenhouses and was partnered with Ron for doing their first plant which turned out to not be magical at all and only be a rose bush but as Proffessor Sprout said, they needed to understand the basics of plants before they master magical plants. They were currently cutting off all the dead roses and watering the plant. She and Ron worked quietly until Ron broke the silence.
"Where were you earlier? You disappeared during orientation!"
Hermione paused. "A boy was a bit mean to me, he said that I was evil because of my last name and I ran away to cool off." Something told her not to mention the dark man she had seen earlier that day.
"That's not right!" said Ron. "I have known Izzy all my life and she is in no way evil and you aren't either!"
Hermione looked surprised. "But you don't even know me!"
Ron looked at her a blushed "Not that well, but you have been so nice and I can tell you are a good person. Besides, only good guys are sorted into Gryffindor."
Hermione paused "That's not true! What about Peter Pettigrew?"
Ron looked at her strangely. "The guy your dad killed that lost his finger? He isn't evil, he has an Order of Merlin!"
"My mom said he was evil. She said he betrayed where Harry's parents lived."
"Nu-uh!"
"Uhhuh!"
"Nu-uh!"
"Uhhuh!"
Hermione stopped. "This is kind of a stupid way to argue." She said softly.
"Nu-Uh!"
Durrin lunch, that was when the biggest drama of the day happened. Hermione was at lunch with her friends when a whole bunch of owls swarmed into the school. One stopped at their table and left a red card on Draco's plate.
"Draco, make a run for it!" said Izzy. "You don't want it in the hall."
Hermione had no idea what she meant, but Draco took her advice and started running, but then the letter burst into flames and she heard a loud booming voice go over the entire Great Hall.
"DRACO MALFOY! HOW DARE YOU GET INTO GRYFFINDOR. YOU WERE NEVER WORTH BEING MY SON. YOU ARE NOW DISSENHEIRETED AND DON'T EVEN TRY COMING HOME! YOUR HOUSE ELF IS MORE OF YOUR FATHER THAN I!
Draco was in shock. He knew his father would be angry, but no home was a lot stricter than usual. He then saw the bright side and realized that it meant he would never have to see his father again. Smiling, he turned to his friends. "So, can I stay at your house over the summer? I have a funny feeling that my dad won't like me going home this year."
An sorry it took me so long to update! I started track this week, my dad got promoted to associate dean at the business college at CSU, and my teachers remembered that thing called homework that they ignored during CSAPS. This is a really long chapter by my standards though, and I hope you like my idea of an orientation class.
Hugs and butterfly kisses,
Mahira
