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Chapter 2: Meeting Harry
Jennifer and Aunt Helen had breakfast and Jennifer used Floo Powder to get to the station. When she landed there, Jennifer went to go meet up with the Weasley's.
"Fred, George!" Jennifer yelled running over to them and hugging them. They hugged her back grinning. "Have you guys seen Harry?"
"Harry?" They asked curiously.
"He has black hair, green eyes, wears glasses?"
"Oh, he's over putting his trunk on the train," George said pointing at the train. Jennifer grinned and ran in that direction. Jennifer saw Harry and hugged him from behind. He jumped a little and she laughed. He turned around and scowled at her.
"Sorry, I can't help it. I was just really excited to see you." Jennifer said grinning. He smiled. "Need any help?"
Jennifer picked up one end and he took the other and together they put it in the little compartment. "Thanks."
"That's what sisters are for." Jennifer put hers next to his with Emma on top.
.The train gave a warning whistle.
"We better get on or it'll leave without us," Jennifer said grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him onto the train. They ran into Fred and George. "Oh hey, guys."
"Who's that?" Fred asked.
"Harry."
"You don't mean-"
"I think she does-"
"Are you really-"
Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"Yes, this is Harry Potter and he's my brother, so get over it." Then Jennifer dragged Harry to an empty compartment leaving Fred and George in shock. "Those two were Fred and George if you didn't know."
"No, we met outside the barrier." Jennifer nodded and they sat down. "Are you sure it's okay to tell others that you're my sister?"
"Yeah, Professor Dumbledore said it was fine, besides people are bound to find out sooner or later," Jennifer said shrugging. He nodded.
"So are you going to be going by Dad's last name?"
"Yep, how does it sound? Jennifer Lily Potter." Jennifer said trying it out instead of using her aunts family name Pevensie.
"It sounds okay to me."
"It feels weird for me because before now I've always gone by Pevensie." He nodded.
Soon Ron comes and sits with us and he and Harry start talking.
Soon a bushy-haired girl came in and started talking to Ron.
Jennifer made an irritating noise and sit up. "Oh I give up," she muttered annoyed.
"Oh, I'm Hermione Granger." The girl beamed at Jennifer she nodded.
"I'm Jennifer Potter," Jennnifer said with a grin as Hermione gasped.
"I didn't know Harry had a sister!"
"Of course you didn't because only a few people know, but if you want, you can go tell all the people you want," Jennifer said grinning.
"Oh, I must get to know you!" She said excitedly. Jennifer giggled. This is going to be fun, she thought to herself.
"Okay, but Harry first cuz he just found out himself not too long ago," Jennifer said sternly. She nodded.
"Really?" Ron asked him. Harry nodded.
"You should probably change into your robes we're almost at the school," Hermione said as she walked away.
"Finally," Ron muttered. They then all got our robes on. Soon it was time to get off the train.
Once the Hogwarts Express arrived at Hogwarts Jennifer gave Harry a quick hug.
"Remember I don't care what house you end up in," Jennifer told her brother who nodded and left with Ron.
"Another year at Hogwarts!" Lee said as he followed after Jennifer.
"More like another year of trouble," Jennifer said as she glared at Fred and George.
"What?" The twins asked confuse.
"Come on, Fred, George, and Lee let's go get us a spot," Hannah told her other friends who nodded.
Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"What did you two do?" Hannah asked the twins as she noticed they change grins.
"We told or younger brother Ronniekins-"
"that he would-"
"Wrestle a troll," The to of them did their twin things. Lee grin as everyone else rolled there eyes.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," Professor McGonagall said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause -
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as the other Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Hannah saw that Fred and George where catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
The hat shouted out the house at once, but at others, it took a little while to decide.
"Finnigan, Seamus," a sandy-haired boy sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.
Hannah noticed that Ron groaned at that.
When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR," Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to
Draco Malfoy; Sarlanda's brother swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" No surprise there.
Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.
There weren't many people left now. "Moon". . . , "Nott". . . , "Parkinson". . . , then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil". . . , then "Perks, Sally-Anne". . . , and then, at last -
"Potter, Harry!"
As Harry stepped forward, Hannah noticed that whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall just liked what happen when she got sorted.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?"
"Gryffindor!" The sorting hat said as Harry ran over to the Gryffindor and sat next to Jennifer.
"Well done little bro mom and dad would be so proud!" Jennifer said as she hugged her brother.
"Weasley, Ron!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Ron collapsed into the chair next to Harry.
"Well done, Ron, excellent," said Percy Weasley who was across Harry.
"Zabini, Blaise,"
"SLYTHERIN!"
Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are; Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered.
"Is he a bit mad?" Harry asked Percy uncertainly.
"Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
There was roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.
"That does look good," said Nearly Headless Nick in the ruff sadly, watching Harry cut up his steak.
"Can't you... ?"
"I haven't eaten for nearly five hundred years," said the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower. "
"I know who you are!" said Ron suddenly. "My brothers told me about you... you're Nearly Headless Nick!"
"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy - " the ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan interrupted.
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?"
Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he wanted.
"Like this," he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and said, "So - new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable - he's the Slytherin ghost. "
"How did he get covered in blood?" asked Seamus with great interest.
"I've never asked," said Nearly Headless Nick delicately.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs, and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding. . .
"So George, what are we going to do this year?" Fred ask.
"Don't know Freddie!" Geroge replied. "New year, new pranks, Isn't that right Jen?"
"Well unless you do it on me then sure," Jennifer tod the twins. "Better watch out for Fred and George's pranks," Jennifer told Harry.
"I well," Harry responded.
"Ouch!" Both Jennifer and Harry said together at the same time as they clapped a hand to there heads.
"What is it?" asked Percy.
"N-nothing. " Jennifer replied to him.
"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked Percy.
"Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to - everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape. "
Harry watched Snape for a while, but Snape didn't look at him again.
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahem - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well. "
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of Jennifer, Fred, and George.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death. "
"He's not serious?" Jennifer muttered to Percy.
"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere - the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us, prefects, at least. "
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone picks their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now, they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot, just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot. "
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only Fred and George were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished.
Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"