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( Ginny, I'm glad you like my story also, and yes, it's true, our RPGing
skills have definitely helped us with writing fanfic! Well, me anyway! You
are a great writer (the Uniting was GREAT!). Ahem, as you all know, Harry
Potter was the wonderful and imaginative creation of J.K. Rowling, and I
only own Jo Stockton, Annie, Ross, Brutus MacPherson, and Beck. Every other
character that I use is J.K. Rowling's imagination. If I'm adding Chapters
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Chapter 7: Is it Really Them?
"Hey Jo, you look like you've seen a ghost." Said Beck as he waved a hand in front of her face. Acting with instinct, she slapped it down and he winced.
"Take it easy, I'm sorry." Said Beck.
"That wasn't nice, Beck." Annie glared at him. "After all Jo's been through."
But Jo heard no more. She was still looking at Jack-WAS it really Jack? She decided to ask him later that evening. After dinner, she would speak with him.
But that wasn't the case as he and the other Durmstrang students were asked to follow McGonagall to get Sorted. So Jo waited outside the room and told her friends to get to the Common Room. They did leave, though they seemed very suspicious in doing so.
Jo waited for what seemed like eternity for the Durmstrang students to come out. When they did, she crashed into this burly boy.
"Sorry." She quickly apologised, but he gave her a menacing look. Jo raised her eyebrows at him but he said nothing and walked away. She watched him go to this Slytherin prefect and they stood there, talking. Jo assumed that he had been sorted into Slytherin and she sighed.
After a few minutes, a girl came out. Jo almost crashed into her too, thinking in was Jack.
"I'm sorry," She said again and looked up at the girl and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
It was Polly!
"It is all right," said the girl in an accent. "Euh, excuse me, are you from Gryffindor?"
"Yes." Said Jo breathlessly. "Polly?"
"Polly? Vhat is that?" the girl looked puzzled.
"Isn't your name-Polly?"
"No. It is Anya. I think you are confused about someone else." Anya frowned.
"Well, um, sorry. I'm just-yes, I'm from Gryffindor."
"Good. Vill you take me to the Common Room?"
"Are there any others who are in Gryffindor?"
"A few more. Four more, I think."
"Oh." Jo sucked in her breath. She had a feeling that she knew who these four others would be.
Three other boys and two girls came out and they walked to their other House representatives. Then came the boy who looked remarkably like Frank.
"Ah Anya. Vhere do ve go?" He asked, a very heavy accent lining his voice.
"She is here." Anya indicated to Jo. "Ve vill go in a minute."
"Okay. I am Franz." He held out his hand and Jo took it, hoping that her hand wasn't shaking.
Then came a few more students that went to other houses, and then finally came the doubles of Jack, Alice, and Bruno.
"This is Kaila," said Franz as he introduced Alice to Jo. "Christophe," that was Bruno, "and Marc." That was Jack. Jo eyed them all quietly and felt as if her heart was about to burst.
"You're not.Alice? Polly? Jack, Frank, Bruno?!"
They all gave her strange looks.
"Are you our guide to Gryffindor?" asked Franz, looking very confused.
"Yes I am." Said Jo, though now she was weary. "Um, come on."
They followed her, very warily, as if she would turn around and put the Unforgivable Curses on them. But she didn't. They found that she was tired and somewhat surprised to see them. As if she-knew them already.
"Here you go. The password is 'Aurora Borealis.'" The Fat Lady's portrait door swung open.
"Aurora Borealis," repeated Marc as he entered the Common Room. "Thank you."
"N-no problem." Jo said feverishly. "Um.good night."
But she didn't go to her dorm.
"Oy, Jo!" came a voice. "What are you up to, eh?"
She turned to see Beck, Ross, and Annie working on their homework. Half- heartedly, she walked over to them and sat down.
"What's up?" asked Annie.
"You look totally drained. You taken a trip somewhere?" asked Ross.
"No. I-well, I brought the Durmstrang students that belong in our House up here." She indicated to the five red-caped students staring around at the comfy Common Room.
"They look oddly familiar." Said Annie, frowning.
"Do they?" asked Jo wearily. "I'm not surprised." She fished out the copy of the Daily Prophet that Brutus MacPherson had given her a few weeks back and handed it to Annie. Annie's eyes widened.
"Impossible!" she exclaimed.
"They said they're not Jack or Polly or Bruno," explained Jo, blinking out tears. "But-then how could they be here?"
"I don't know Jo," said Ross, frowning. "There's something very strange about this."
"You think I don't know that?" snapped Jo. "I've had my memory modified and I don't remember a bloody thing except that my friends died and I have no idea how it happened. It helps a lot too, that they're actually here, in flesh and blood, but they're NOT my friends. Well then, who the hell ARE they? Ghosts? Well, I don't think ghosts can come and speak and look solid. And they definitely cannot have been raised from the dead! So, can someone here tell me what in all the hell is strange about this?"
Her friends looked taken aback. So far, Jo had seemed like an easy-going, if sad, person and she never, ever yelled. This was certainly a turn.
"I'm going to bed." Said Jo. "And if you want to talk with me, please don't do it now. I have to get back to a dorm full of first years and I must smother myself to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
She turned on her heel and left.
"What was that all about?" whispered Beck.
"I don't know," said Annie. "I've never seen her so angry!"
"It's okay." Ross put his hand over Annie's shoulder. "She'll be fine. It's- a horrible shock!"
They said nothing after that but tried to concentrate on their homework. But Jo's angry words came back to their heads. Yes, how DID these five supposedly dead students come back to life? And as different people too. Sooner or later, the answers HAD to come to them.
Chapter 7: Is it Really Them?
"Hey Jo, you look like you've seen a ghost." Said Beck as he waved a hand in front of her face. Acting with instinct, she slapped it down and he winced.
"Take it easy, I'm sorry." Said Beck.
"That wasn't nice, Beck." Annie glared at him. "After all Jo's been through."
But Jo heard no more. She was still looking at Jack-WAS it really Jack? She decided to ask him later that evening. After dinner, she would speak with him.
But that wasn't the case as he and the other Durmstrang students were asked to follow McGonagall to get Sorted. So Jo waited outside the room and told her friends to get to the Common Room. They did leave, though they seemed very suspicious in doing so.
Jo waited for what seemed like eternity for the Durmstrang students to come out. When they did, she crashed into this burly boy.
"Sorry." She quickly apologised, but he gave her a menacing look. Jo raised her eyebrows at him but he said nothing and walked away. She watched him go to this Slytherin prefect and they stood there, talking. Jo assumed that he had been sorted into Slytherin and she sighed.
After a few minutes, a girl came out. Jo almost crashed into her too, thinking in was Jack.
"I'm sorry," She said again and looked up at the girl and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
It was Polly!
"It is all right," said the girl in an accent. "Euh, excuse me, are you from Gryffindor?"
"Yes." Said Jo breathlessly. "Polly?"
"Polly? Vhat is that?" the girl looked puzzled.
"Isn't your name-Polly?"
"No. It is Anya. I think you are confused about someone else." Anya frowned.
"Well, um, sorry. I'm just-yes, I'm from Gryffindor."
"Good. Vill you take me to the Common Room?"
"Are there any others who are in Gryffindor?"
"A few more. Four more, I think."
"Oh." Jo sucked in her breath. She had a feeling that she knew who these four others would be.
Three other boys and two girls came out and they walked to their other House representatives. Then came the boy who looked remarkably like Frank.
"Ah Anya. Vhere do ve go?" He asked, a very heavy accent lining his voice.
"She is here." Anya indicated to Jo. "Ve vill go in a minute."
"Okay. I am Franz." He held out his hand and Jo took it, hoping that her hand wasn't shaking.
Then came a few more students that went to other houses, and then finally came the doubles of Jack, Alice, and Bruno.
"This is Kaila," said Franz as he introduced Alice to Jo. "Christophe," that was Bruno, "and Marc." That was Jack. Jo eyed them all quietly and felt as if her heart was about to burst.
"You're not.Alice? Polly? Jack, Frank, Bruno?!"
They all gave her strange looks.
"Are you our guide to Gryffindor?" asked Franz, looking very confused.
"Yes I am." Said Jo, though now she was weary. "Um, come on."
They followed her, very warily, as if she would turn around and put the Unforgivable Curses on them. But she didn't. They found that she was tired and somewhat surprised to see them. As if she-knew them already.
"Here you go. The password is 'Aurora Borealis.'" The Fat Lady's portrait door swung open.
"Aurora Borealis," repeated Marc as he entered the Common Room. "Thank you."
"N-no problem." Jo said feverishly. "Um.good night."
But she didn't go to her dorm.
"Oy, Jo!" came a voice. "What are you up to, eh?"
She turned to see Beck, Ross, and Annie working on their homework. Half- heartedly, she walked over to them and sat down.
"What's up?" asked Annie.
"You look totally drained. You taken a trip somewhere?" asked Ross.
"No. I-well, I brought the Durmstrang students that belong in our House up here." She indicated to the five red-caped students staring around at the comfy Common Room.
"They look oddly familiar." Said Annie, frowning.
"Do they?" asked Jo wearily. "I'm not surprised." She fished out the copy of the Daily Prophet that Brutus MacPherson had given her a few weeks back and handed it to Annie. Annie's eyes widened.
"Impossible!" she exclaimed.
"They said they're not Jack or Polly or Bruno," explained Jo, blinking out tears. "But-then how could they be here?"
"I don't know Jo," said Ross, frowning. "There's something very strange about this."
"You think I don't know that?" snapped Jo. "I've had my memory modified and I don't remember a bloody thing except that my friends died and I have no idea how it happened. It helps a lot too, that they're actually here, in flesh and blood, but they're NOT my friends. Well then, who the hell ARE they? Ghosts? Well, I don't think ghosts can come and speak and look solid. And they definitely cannot have been raised from the dead! So, can someone here tell me what in all the hell is strange about this?"
Her friends looked taken aback. So far, Jo had seemed like an easy-going, if sad, person and she never, ever yelled. This was certainly a turn.
"I'm going to bed." Said Jo. "And if you want to talk with me, please don't do it now. I have to get back to a dorm full of first years and I must smother myself to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
She turned on her heel and left.
"What was that all about?" whispered Beck.
"I don't know," said Annie. "I've never seen her so angry!"
"It's okay." Ross put his hand over Annie's shoulder. "She'll be fine. It's- a horrible shock!"
They said nothing after that but tried to concentrate on their homework. But Jo's angry words came back to their heads. Yes, how DID these five supposedly dead students come back to life? And as different people too. Sooner or later, the answers HAD to come to them.
