There was a knock on Ambural's door the next morning. Awakening with start, jumped up to a sitting position just as the door opened. Remus popped his head in. He smiled warmly.
"Ambural. Breakfast will be ready in a few." Ambural nodded. "Are you ready for your first day at Hogwarts?" Ambural nodded again. "I wish you luck on your first day!" He closed the door. Ambural sighed and opened her trunk. She pulled out a gray wool skirt, a white blouse, a black tie, and her black platformed boots. She dressed quickly and then put her school robes on. Silently she slipped downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. She watched the teachers and her great grandfather. Professor Snape and Professor Lupin were bickering and not paying attention, Professor McGonagall was making a coffeecake, and Professor Dumbledore was reading the Daily Prophet. Ambural cleared her throat.
"Good morning…" she mumbled. Everyone stopped and looked at her. Professor McGonagall smiled.
"Good morning, Dear. Are you ready for your first day at Hogwarts?" Ambural nodded slightly. Professor McGonagall handed everyone a piece of coffeecake and a cup of tea. Ambural nodded in thanks and ate silently. The teachers ate and talk, glancing at Ambural from time to time. As the time went by, more teachers came down to eat, read the paper, and talk to each other. Ambural met Professor Flitwick, Madame Hooch as well as many other teachers. Dumbledore took out his golden pocket and looked at the time.
"Teachers, it is time to go to the Great Hall. And it is time for you, Ambural, to be sorted…
*~*
Ambural never felt so intimidated in her life until her Great-grandfather brought her before the students at Hogwarts. She trembled slightly as she looked around. Her eyes fell upon the famous Harry Potter. She remembered meeting him once last year, at the Tri Wizard Tournament when Beauxbaton came to Hogwarts. As she recalled, he was rather rude to her, when she had only wanted to meet him. Dumbledore began to speak in a soft, yet very hearable voice.
Today, I'd like to present to you, the sorting of my own great-granddaughter. Ambural Dumbledore." The Great Hall grew even more silent; not even a whisper could be heard. Professor McGonagall brought out the stool and the sorting hat. Ambural stiffly sat on the stool and Dumbledore placed the hat on her head. The hat began to murmur.
"Hmmm… You have a good heart… but a sly mind… Slytherin might be a choice, but your brain screams justice… so it's got to be…. GRYFFINDOR!" There was a roar throughout the Great Hall made by the Gryffindors. Dumbledore smiled down at his great-granddaughter.
"Join your classmates, my Dear." He smiled and raised his hands. "Let the feasting begin!" Ambural nodded slowly and walked towards the table. She saw a girl with bushy brown hair push aside a red headed boy to make room for her. She sat across from Harry Potter. She looked up at Ambural and waved her over. Ambural walked over. The girl smiled and offered her hand.
"Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you care to sit with us?" Ambural took her hand and couldn't help but smile slightly. She nodded and sat in between Hermione and the red headed boy. "That's Ron Weasley. And that," she said pointing from the red head to Harry Potter..
"Iz 'Arry Potter…. I've met 'im, though I can't zay it waz an experience I enjoyed…" Ambural said coldly, in a barely audible voice. Harry blushed.
"Oh… I remember you… You're one of the girls form Beauxbaton… You came up to me two years ago… some time before the Yule Ball…" Harry said. Ambural nodded and looked down at her plate of food. Hermione obviously kicked Harry under the table and began to talk with Ambural.
"So what brings you to Hogwarts?" Ambural shrugged.
"My Great-grandfather zaid it waz time…" Hermione nodded with a smile.
"I'm glad you've come to stay with us. You'll love Hogwarts! The classes are incredible! Especially Professor Lupin's and Professor McGonagall's! And Professor Flitwick is truly amazing." Ron rolled his eyes and spoke with his mouth full.
"I highly doubt she's a teacher's pet like you, Hermione. Just because YOU like the class won't mean SHE will." Hermione stuck out her tongue.
"What year are you?" Harry asked. Ambural chose to ignore him. She spoke directly to Hermione.
"I rather enjoy potionz, actually. Though, Charmz haz alwayz been enjoyable az well." Ron poked Ambural.
"Hey! Harry asked you a question! That was rude!" He said in an angry voice. Ambural glared at him, her olive eyes going icy. As did her voice.
"Perhaps 'e'll understand then, what it iz like to have someone ignore him. Perhaps 'e'll learn not to be zo rude to otherz." She turned to Harry, who seemed to shrink under glare. As well, he turned a pale shade of red. Ron turned red himself, but it was in rage.
"You don't even know Harry! Don't talk about him like he's not here!" Ambural stood up.
"Excuze me, I can tell when I'm not wanted. And you, Weazley, make it obvious." She turned, her long hair slapping Ron in the face and marched towards the doors of the great hall, not even sure where she was going. On her way out, she caught the icy blue eyes from a blond at the Slytherin table. She shrugged and finally walked out. Hermione looked as if she was going to strangle both Harry and Ron. Ron looked shocked from the her hair slapping him. Harry looked like he just wanted to burry himself.
"Ron, you really didn't have to do that… She was right…" He said shaking his head. Hermione stared across the table.
"What did you do to her?" She growled. Harry sighed.
"I… uh walked away from her when she started talking to me… I thought she was going to ask me for and autograph or something!" Harry exclaimed trying to defend himself, seeing Hermione's expression darken. Defeated, he bowed his head. "Maybe we should go find her and apologize, Ron." Hermione nodded and the three got up and walked from the Great Hall.
"Ambural. Breakfast will be ready in a few." Ambural nodded. "Are you ready for your first day at Hogwarts?" Ambural nodded again. "I wish you luck on your first day!" He closed the door. Ambural sighed and opened her trunk. She pulled out a gray wool skirt, a white blouse, a black tie, and her black platformed boots. She dressed quickly and then put her school robes on. Silently she slipped downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. She watched the teachers and her great grandfather. Professor Snape and Professor Lupin were bickering and not paying attention, Professor McGonagall was making a coffeecake, and Professor Dumbledore was reading the Daily Prophet. Ambural cleared her throat.
"Good morning…" she mumbled. Everyone stopped and looked at her. Professor McGonagall smiled.
"Good morning, Dear. Are you ready for your first day at Hogwarts?" Ambural nodded slightly. Professor McGonagall handed everyone a piece of coffeecake and a cup of tea. Ambural nodded in thanks and ate silently. The teachers ate and talk, glancing at Ambural from time to time. As the time went by, more teachers came down to eat, read the paper, and talk to each other. Ambural met Professor Flitwick, Madame Hooch as well as many other teachers. Dumbledore took out his golden pocket and looked at the time.
"Teachers, it is time to go to the Great Hall. And it is time for you, Ambural, to be sorted…
*~*
Ambural never felt so intimidated in her life until her Great-grandfather brought her before the students at Hogwarts. She trembled slightly as she looked around. Her eyes fell upon the famous Harry Potter. She remembered meeting him once last year, at the Tri Wizard Tournament when Beauxbaton came to Hogwarts. As she recalled, he was rather rude to her, when she had only wanted to meet him. Dumbledore began to speak in a soft, yet very hearable voice.
Today, I'd like to present to you, the sorting of my own great-granddaughter. Ambural Dumbledore." The Great Hall grew even more silent; not even a whisper could be heard. Professor McGonagall brought out the stool and the sorting hat. Ambural stiffly sat on the stool and Dumbledore placed the hat on her head. The hat began to murmur.
"Hmmm… You have a good heart… but a sly mind… Slytherin might be a choice, but your brain screams justice… so it's got to be…. GRYFFINDOR!" There was a roar throughout the Great Hall made by the Gryffindors. Dumbledore smiled down at his great-granddaughter.
"Join your classmates, my Dear." He smiled and raised his hands. "Let the feasting begin!" Ambural nodded slowly and walked towards the table. She saw a girl with bushy brown hair push aside a red headed boy to make room for her. She sat across from Harry Potter. She looked up at Ambural and waved her over. Ambural walked over. The girl smiled and offered her hand.
"Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you care to sit with us?" Ambural took her hand and couldn't help but smile slightly. She nodded and sat in between Hermione and the red headed boy. "That's Ron Weasley. And that," she said pointing from the red head to Harry Potter..
"Iz 'Arry Potter…. I've met 'im, though I can't zay it waz an experience I enjoyed…" Ambural said coldly, in a barely audible voice. Harry blushed.
"Oh… I remember you… You're one of the girls form Beauxbaton… You came up to me two years ago… some time before the Yule Ball…" Harry said. Ambural nodded and looked down at her plate of food. Hermione obviously kicked Harry under the table and began to talk with Ambural.
"So what brings you to Hogwarts?" Ambural shrugged.
"My Great-grandfather zaid it waz time…" Hermione nodded with a smile.
"I'm glad you've come to stay with us. You'll love Hogwarts! The classes are incredible! Especially Professor Lupin's and Professor McGonagall's! And Professor Flitwick is truly amazing." Ron rolled his eyes and spoke with his mouth full.
"I highly doubt she's a teacher's pet like you, Hermione. Just because YOU like the class won't mean SHE will." Hermione stuck out her tongue.
"What year are you?" Harry asked. Ambural chose to ignore him. She spoke directly to Hermione.
"I rather enjoy potionz, actually. Though, Charmz haz alwayz been enjoyable az well." Ron poked Ambural.
"Hey! Harry asked you a question! That was rude!" He said in an angry voice. Ambural glared at him, her olive eyes going icy. As did her voice.
"Perhaps 'e'll understand then, what it iz like to have someone ignore him. Perhaps 'e'll learn not to be zo rude to otherz." She turned to Harry, who seemed to shrink under glare. As well, he turned a pale shade of red. Ron turned red himself, but it was in rage.
"You don't even know Harry! Don't talk about him like he's not here!" Ambural stood up.
"Excuze me, I can tell when I'm not wanted. And you, Weazley, make it obvious." She turned, her long hair slapping Ron in the face and marched towards the doors of the great hall, not even sure where she was going. On her way out, she caught the icy blue eyes from a blond at the Slytherin table. She shrugged and finally walked out. Hermione looked as if she was going to strangle both Harry and Ron. Ron looked shocked from the her hair slapping him. Harry looked like he just wanted to burry himself.
"Ron, you really didn't have to do that… She was right…" He said shaking his head. Hermione stared across the table.
"What did you do to her?" She growled. Harry sighed.
"I… uh walked away from her when she started talking to me… I thought she was going to ask me for and autograph or something!" Harry exclaimed trying to defend himself, seeing Hermione's expression darken. Defeated, he bowed his head. "Maybe we should go find her and apologize, Ron." Hermione nodded and the three got up and walked from the Great Hall.