Harley Potter and The Sorcerers Stone
The Girl Who Lived
Chapter Ten
Days Full Of Quidditch And Classes
The sun rays from the sun warmed Harley's tan/pale skin as she made her way towards the decently large group of Gryffindor students near the Qudditch Pitch. The cool breeze from the wind kept the young eleven year old cooled. Her shoes crunched against the grass with each step she took as she walked closer to the large pitch. She passed Hagrids hut and noticed the curtains were drawn shut. Looking away from the small hut she finally reached the group. "Hey Harley." The group chorused. Harley gave a smile at her friends.
"Hey guys." She stated, looking between the groups of friends. Her eyebrows rose as she noticed four more people included. One boy and three girls stood beside Fred and George. The boy had his foot on a shaking brown box smiled at Harley. "Who are they?" She questioned, her eyes not looking from the older boy. Her voice held curiosity and suspicion.
"This here is Oliver Wood. The Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team." Fred stated, patting Oliver on the shoulder. Oliver, who had short dark brown hair that looked wind swept and light brown eyes nodded and smiled again.
"Hello Harley. I hear you made a bet with the boys over there?" Oliver questioned. His Scottish accent made his words more pronounced. Harley nodded her head with a smile. Her stomach felt a bit restless as her nerves began to rattle. She didn't realize the Gryffindor Quidditch Team would be watching her. 'What if I'm horrible? What if I fall off the broom? What if I can't even fly?' She questioned herself. Her hands clenched and unclenched with nervousness.
"I did. I figured I could catch the Snitch, even if I haven't been on a broom yet." She stated, shrugging her shoulders. Oliver tilted his head curiously to the left side, a small of amusement crossing his lips. His light brown eyes sparkled, as he looked the girl over, studying her.
"Let's see if you're any good then." He stated with a wink. "By the way, this is Katie Bell." He pointed to a shoulder length blond haired girl with stormy gray eyes and pale skin. She was the same age as the rest of the older students. "Angelina Johnson." He pointed to another girl, around Fred and George's age with black hair to her shoulders, dark brown eyes and dark brown skin. "And Alicia Spinnet." The girl had chin length black hair, light brown eyes and tan skin.
"Nice to meet you." Harley said to the girls, waving her hand in greeting.
"You as well." The three girls spoke with smiles on their faces.
"Come on you lot. I want to see if Harley is as good as she thinks she is." Oliver stated. Bending down he picked up the shaking brown box and swiftly turned on his heel. He made his way inside the Qudditch Pitch with the large group of students following him into the stadium. The first years looked around in awe at the large field for Quidditch. Oliver now stood before the shaking box that he had dropped to his feet. His sharp gaze looked to the group that walked over to him. "Alright you lot." Oliver pointed to the younger boys beside Harley. "I want you up in the stadium. Don't want you getting hurt or anything."
The boys gave a groan before obeying. "Good luck Harley." Was heard from amongst the boys as they ran to the stadium bleachers. Harley didn't notice before but realized a broomstick was lying on the ground beside the box.
"Alright Harley. I want you to give the broom a little ride before I release the Snitch, alright?" Oliver questioned the younger girl. Harley nodded, having no problem listening to the older boy. He wasn't an adult telling her what to do; he was asking her if it was all right with her. Walking over to the broom she held her hand over it.
"Up." She ordered, remembering what Ron was telling her on how to get onto a room. It shot in her hand, making her hand shake from the sudden impact. Jumping onto the broom she kicked her feet off of the ground, making her shot up in the air. She felt her heart pound in excitement as she swiftly turned the broom and raced around the pitch. She flipped, twirled, spun, dived and did many other tricks with amusement. The group bellow watched in amazement at the natural talent Harley Potter was showing. Oliver seemed to be shaking with glee at the sudden revelation that he had a new seeker.
"Harley!" Oliver yelled up to the girl in the sky. "I'm going to release the Snitch. I want you to give it a few minutes head start before going after it, alright?" Oliver questioned in a yell at the girl. Harley, who was laying forward on the broomstick smiled.
"Alright. Sounds good to me!" She yelled down, flipping the broomstick again with a smile of pure happiness across her face. Being up on the broomstick in the air made her feel free and happier than normal. On a broomstick, she didn't have to worry about being famous or anything; she was just plain Harley Potter. A few seconds later, the golden ball was released. It shot in the air and quickly began to zoom around the Pitch. Harley, who was enjoying herself stopped her fooling around and gazed around the Qudditch Pitch slowly, looking for the golden Snitch. At the far end of the Pitch, away from where the flying girl was, was the golden snitch fluttering in a small corner.
With a sudden shot, Harley flew towards the left side of the stadium. Her hand lifted up off the broomstick as she managed to reach closer to the ball. The girl's raven-haired twirled and fluttered around her as it fell into her face. Shaking her head, Harley pushed the unruly hair out of her face and finally snatched the Snitch into a tight grip in her hands. Flying over to Oliver and the group she floated above their heads, holding the snitch. "Was that good?" She questioned with a tilt of her head. Oliver seemed to be dancing silently as he stared at Harley with a huge grin across his face.
"That...you have to be on the team!" Oliver stated. His eyes sparkled happily as he glanced to his other teammates. Fred and George nodded in agreement, smiling at Harley. Katie, Angelina and Alicia also had smiles on their faces as they looked at the girl. Harley had a large smile across her face as her friends ran down from the stadium seats and onto the pitch. They raced towards her and began to speak.
"That was great!"
"Amazing!"
"You sure you haven't ridden a broom before?"
"I've never seen – "
"You've got to be on the team now!" Different voices spoke to her at once. Each student was eager and in amazement at how well Harley had flown for the first time. Oh yes, Harley was going to enjoy her time here at Hogwarts.
Classes had begun, for the last few days. It had been fortunate for Harley to not deal with having a Potions class yet. But, she was unlucky as this afternoon she was stuck with going to Potions. Harley and Ron rushed down the hallway and towards the dungeons. Their footsteps slapped against the stone flooring as it echoed with a steady rhythm. They had missed Transfiguration already, on accident of course. They had been caught up with a talk with Professor Flitwick about their next assignment. Since Harley had passed the first assignment easily and she had gotten Ron to learn the spell and slowly master it, the Professor had decided to question Harley on her skills. Harley slid to a stop and almost slammed into the door as Ron stumbled into her. Breathing deeply, the young girl swung the door open and stepped inside, Ron soon followed afterwards. Professor Snape stopped speaking to the class and turned to see the two panting eleven year olds. The raven haired girl was bent over, trying to catch her breath from running three or so floors down to the Dungeons.
"Ah, Ms. Potter, Mr. Weasley. So pleased for you to join us." Hissed the Potions Master. He glared coldly at the two students. His gaze was on Harley more so than Ron's. "Take a seat." He ordered, pointing to the back of the room. Sighing, Harley stood up straight and adjusted her bag. Walking to the back of the room with Ron they took their seats. Plopping her bag down beside her, Harley rubbed her forehead with aggravation. Her scar, as of late, had become increasingly irritated. "Tell me Ms. Potter, what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Questioned Professor Severus Snape. Harley looked up to the Professor and shrugged.
"It would make a sleeping potion so powerful sir, that it is known as the Draught of Living Death." Harley replied smartly. A smirk tugged at her lips as she noticed Hermione lower her hand in dismay at not being able to answer the question. Harley leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, her feet where propped up on the tables stools underneath the table. Snape's lip curled with distaste at Harley Potter answering the question correctly. She looked so like James, with her smirk just like James, firmly plastered against her face and an eyebrow raised with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Where, Ms. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Snape questioned. His eyes squinted into a glare as he walked slowly closer to her. Hermione's arm shot up again in the air, quivering in anticipation.
"A bezoar stone sir is found in the stomach of a goat. Which, will save you from most poisons." The girl replied again. She switched herself in her seat, getting comfortable as she waited for the teacher to question her again, which she knew would happen. This Professor seemed to dislike her immensely, for reasons unknown to Harley. The dark dungeon of the class smelt horrible to Harley as the smoke from cauldron filled the room in a haze. Many different objects covered the shelves. And the room was dark, having only enough light to see everyone, but barely.
"What is the difference between Monkswood and Wolfsbane?" Severus demanded. Now he stood before Harley, his hands on the desk as he leaned forward, glaring at Harley angrily.
"Monkswood and Wolfsbane are the same plant, sir. Also known as aconite." Harley smiled cockily to the teacher. Her bright emerald green eyes glimmered knowingly in the light from the dungeon. The other first years looked between the student and Professor. They could tell there was mutual dislike and tension between the two of them.
"Well, get to writing this down." Snape demanded, with a spin of his heel he stalked back up to the front of the class. Ron looked to his best friend with amazement and awe. She was amazing, she was not only good at Qudditch, but she was intelligent and knew how to tell a person off or show her intelligence off when she needed to.
"Sir!" Harley called out to Professor Snape with a blank look on her face. Snape stopped walking and turned to look at Harley with a raise of an eyebrow, a cold look on his face.
"Yes?" He hissed out.
"I was reading in a book of mine, on a potion, called the Elixir of Life and I became curious. Isn't it also possible to drink the blood of a unicorn? Which is also almost the equivalent of the Elixir?" Harley questioned. The class went silent and stared at The-Girl- Who-Lived with shock. They didn't think she'd be getting ahead of everyone. That she would actually be questioning a Professor, Professor Snape, of all people.
"Yes, I suppose. But no one should want to ever drink the blood of a unicorn. Drinking unicorn blood causes one to lead a half life, a cursed life." Snape stated as the students wrote down this fact. '"Does that answer your question, Ms. Potter?" He questioned the Gryffindor.
"Yes sir." Harley replied with a nod. Pulling out her book she glanced at Ron who was staring at her. "What?" She questioned her best friend.
"How...how did you know about the Elixir Potion?" Ron whispered to her.
"I read it in a book I bought." She replied back in a soft voice. Opening her Potions book the two partners began to work on the Potion they were assigned.
"Ms. Potter!" The shrill voice of McGongall called out two weeks after the incident in Potions. Harley looked up from the book she was reading in the library. Swiftly closing it she slid it in her messenger bag and looked to see the head of her house storming over to her. "I would like a word." The older woman stated. The eleven year old looked at the Professor with her eyebrows raised and a dumb founded look on her face.
"Uh...alright." Harley stated, picking up the other two books from the hard wood table in between two bookshelves. She slid them in her bag and followed after the Head. Adjusting her weighed down bag she brushed her raven hair out of her eyes as she stepped out into the cold hallway. Many voices floated down the hall and reached Harley's ears. 'So much for peace and quiet.' The girl thought to herself. She had remained in the library for the last two hours, reading over three books she had decided to check out. The all interested Harley, making her want to read even more. She followed behind McGongall as they walked towards her office near the seventh floor. Rubbing the back of her head she smiled and nodded at a few students that said their hellos to the eleven year old as they passed her. Finally reaching the office Harley stepped in after Professor McGongall and noticed Oliver Wood sitting in one of the chairs across from the desk McGongall had sat in. Sitting down in her chair she looked to the two with a raise of an eyebrow.
"Mr. Wood here has come to request you be on the team. I have tried to tell him it is not allowed, but a few days ago I saw you flying on the broom and repeatedly catching the snitch, I believe you are exactly what Gryffindor House needs." Minerva explained to the shocked girl. Harley leaned back against the chair and raised an eyebrow, with a look that asked, 'Are you serious?' "I am completely serious Ms. Potter. If you accept this, you will be able to get a broom of your own and begin practice with the team."
Harley faced lightened at the thought of becoming part of the team for Gryffindor. To be able to fly and do something she enjoyed immensely. Of course she'd accept. "Of course I'll accept. I can order myself a broom..." Harley began to speak before McGongall cut her off.
"A broomstick for you has already been ordered just a few minutes earlier before I came to get you. It should be here in a few days." Minevra stated with a smile. She was pleased to know that perhaps, the Gryffindor team would finally be able to win games they played. "You're dismissed." The Professor explained to the two students. Standing back up from the chairs, Harley and Oliver walked out of the office and made their way to Gryffindor Common Room. Harley was in shock. They had ordered her a broomstick already? Shaking her head she looked to Oliver who had cleared his throat.
"Practice will begin a few days after you get your broomstick." Oliver explained as the two jogged up the steps and to the portrait of the fat lady. After giving the Gryffindor Portrait the password they stepped inside to see the team raising an eyebrow with question. "She's on the team." The team cheered and walked over to Harley. They all began to speak to one another as they sat down on the group just enjoyed one another's company before the next few weeks of hell.
A few days later Harley made her way down to the Great Hall. Ron walked beside her as they spoke about the latest charm they where learning in Charms class. The two friends walked into the Great Hall and over to the Gryffindor table. Taking a seat beside Seamus, while Ron sat on her other side, the girl reached for a glass of pumpkin juice. A beverage that Harley had found she enjoyed immensely. Taking a sip she glanced over at the Slytherin table to notice Delora and Dudley, her cousins as she had figured out only a few weeks ago, it was now September 18th. They where looking over a few pieces of parchment and then glancing over at Harley. Rolling her eyes she stood from the table and sat the glass of Pumpkin Juice down. Walking over to the Slytherin table boldly she stopped a few feet away from where Delora and Dudley sat. "So, your parents come up with an excuse as to why they put me in that blasted Orphanage?" She questioned. Her voice startled the twins, causing them to turn and look at Harley with surprise.
"How did you know we wrote our parents?" Dudley demanded. His eyes squinted into a glare, as he looked Harley over. Harley had grown a bit taller since she came to Hogwarts. She had also grown more muscular and lean. Her bright, electric, emerald green eyes seemed to glimmer in the light as she stared at the boy.
"I'm psychic." She stated seriously, nodding her head. She was being sarcastic of course, but he seemed to take her seriously as he looked at her with wary. "Now, what did they say?" She demanded.
"We had no clue that Harley had ever been dropped off on our doorstep. Yesterday, a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore dropped by and told us what had happened. The day after she had been dropped off, she was suppose to be there, but there was nothing. We never knew that your Aunt and Uncle had been killed and that your cousin was an Orphan. It came quite a shock when we discovered she was in an Orphanage." Dudley read aloud with a shrug of his large shoulders. Harley's eyes turned into a glare as she looked at her cousin.
"Anything else?" She questioned. Harley, even though she never went to live with the Dursley's and didn't have a normal childhood, was glad. If she had, the twins would probably come up with ridiculous lies and tell embarrassing stories about her. Shuttering at the thought she snapped herself out of her horrid thoughts.
"Just that they hoped we have a good school year. That we should continue to do well and to let you know many families are still fighting to get custody of you." Delora spoke with her nauseating voice.
"Huh…weird." Harley stated. Turning on her heel she made her way back to the Gryffindor table. When she made her way back to the Gryffindor table, she noticed Hedwig with a large package. Sitting back down on the hard wood bench, she began to untie the package. She pulled back the brown paper and stared in awe at the broom before her.
"A Nimbus Two Thousand." Someone whispered with amazement from behind her. Harley wasn't listening; she was too amazed at the brown to pay attention. Looking up, she looked to see McGongall up at the Heads table, petting Hedwig, who she hadn't noticed fly off. 'Perhaps, some adults aren't that bad.' She thought to herself as she touched her new broom.
Chapter Ten is up. Yep, I'm as shocked as you. I've been writing a lot lately.
Yeah, this one isn't that great either, in my opinion. But then again, first year and second year wasn't that great of books when I first read them. I hope this story is similar to the books in the whole plot with the Sorcerers stone, but different with how it went.
The second story of course is different, and the third story and up will be just as different, but similar in plot.
I'll have the next chapter up soon. I'm trying to finish this story and then the second story so I can start the third year. Third year and up is what I'm really looking forward to writing. Seeing, as they were my favorites. Well, third and fifth year anyways.
R&R! You know what to do. ;)
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TheWeepingRaven