*~New story! New story! Hahaha! They are so much fun! This one is
different, just kind of popped into my head. It's a little complicated,
though. Pay attention to every detail, or you'll be hopelessly lost. It's
weird, I got ideas from the Phantom of the Opera, a wine cork we have, and
my talented family. (Be thankful I didn't listen to my dad, he wanted me to
put in a rock fight)~*
Why was there a sorting ceremony anyway? It just took up time and got the rest of the school frustrated in hunger. Harry found himself thinking this as he watched the Sorting. His stomach grumbled loudly, causing Parvati to look at him with disgust. It was Harry's sixth year. He felt this time it would be much more enjoyable, as there was no Umbridge, and the Wizarding world now believed that he was telling the truth about Voldemort. He watched with increasing boredom as a small girl was called forth.
"Daum, Nadia," McGonagall said in a ringing voice. The girl stumbled forward and flopped down on the stool. She had thin, dark hair and green eyes. She had a pinched, unhealthy look about her, as though she hadn't been fed properly for some of her life. When the hat was placed on her head, it said almost instantly, "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry clapped along with the rest, and he smiled at Nadia as she sat down. She looked rather startled at this, but returned the grin. Little did Harry know that this small child was to save the school from a horrible fate.
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Nadia sat down a ways from the troublesome trio, and was a little shaken by Harry's smile. Then again, she had spent most of her life being in that position. It happened when you were an orphan in a large orphanage and didn't get enough food and was teased by the older children. Luckily, she was extremely intelligent, and the orphanage had recognized this. They sent her to Hogwarts, where they also believed she would be better nourished. Dumbledore, the kind man, had provided her with a place to stay over the holidays, and the proper books that she would need to attend the school. She felt very lucky, very lucky indeed.
She was a bit uncomfortable, sitting around all those English people. She was afraid to talk, because she feared being teased for her Russian accent. She feared being teased all the time. Her rough life at the orphanage had shaped her into a timid, quiet, fearful girl. But Nadia was forced to talk when a kind-looking fifth year thought she looked lonely and moved over to sit next to her. Nadia was startled by her vibrant red hair.
"Hi, I'm Ginny," the girl said cheerfully. "Who are you?"
"N-Na-Nadia," Nadia choked out. She cringed, ready for Ginny to laugh at her high, accented voice.
"That's a pretty name. Is it Russian? I don't think I've ever met anybody Russian who went here before. You must be smart; Dumbledore rarely takes people from other countries," Ginny commented. She helped herself to a baked potato.
"Yeah, I'm Russian. I'm not so sure about being smart though, you see, people always tell me I'm too stupid to accomplish anything," Nadia whispered. Although Ginny seemed nice enough, some of the other kids might not be. She didn't want *them* to hear her talk.
"That's not very nice. If you can get into Hogwarts, you're smart enough. And why are you whispering? It's not like it'll make this place any quieter," Ginny said loudly. It was true; the Great Hall was filled with the sounds of talking, laughter, and the clinking of forks and knives on the plates.
Nadia and Ginny continued to talk. Nadia felt that she would be good if she could just stay with Ginny for the entire year, but she knew she couldn't. She'd have to find someone in her own year to be friends with, even if it meant letting them tease her. That's what all her friends at the orphanage did. But another girl, in her own year, joined their conversation. She seemed just as nice as Ginny, and when it was time for Nadia to go up to bed, she walked with her new friend, Abby.
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Harry was starting to feel like he was back home again. It usually came much earlier then this, but since the fiasco of last year, he felt a little resentful towards the place at first. But one thing hadn't changed, on Friday of their first week back, he was the last one in the common room, working on his homework. While he was shuffling his papers, he drew his hand back sharply, as he had received a paper cut.
"Ouch!" he hissed.
He rummaged in his bag until he found a small vile, full of a yellowish liquid. It was essence of murtlap, he carried it around with him to sooth any paper cuts he received. He seemed quite prone to be getting them lately. He placed a couple of drops in the cut and felt relieved.
Wanting a small break from his Transfiguration essay, he strode over to the notice board to see when the first Quidditch practice was. Katie Bell was captain of the team this year, and she hadn't given him any information on it. He rested the back of his hand on a large pin holding up a corner of the notice, and felt another twang of pain. He had put his cut on the pin, and the murtlap essence had dropped onto the pin.
Harry went back to looking at the notice, when the pin caught his eye. Before, it had seemed just round and brown, completely nondescript. Now, the brown was peeling away from where the murtlap had soaked it. It seemed the solution was eating away at the pin. Underneath, Harry found a glittering charm. It had green lines crisscrossing all over it, and tiny gold spheres were inside the squares that the lines formed. It was completely clear inside, and Harry was given the impression of a decorative golf ball. For some reason, he plucked it out of the board. The sharp pin fell off the end so it was a ball. He pocketed it, not knowing why, but he felt a sudden attachment to the tiny charm.
*~I took that comment on the "troublesome trio" from Draco664 lovely author, read some of their works!~*
Why was there a sorting ceremony anyway? It just took up time and got the rest of the school frustrated in hunger. Harry found himself thinking this as he watched the Sorting. His stomach grumbled loudly, causing Parvati to look at him with disgust. It was Harry's sixth year. He felt this time it would be much more enjoyable, as there was no Umbridge, and the Wizarding world now believed that he was telling the truth about Voldemort. He watched with increasing boredom as a small girl was called forth.
"Daum, Nadia," McGonagall said in a ringing voice. The girl stumbled forward and flopped down on the stool. She had thin, dark hair and green eyes. She had a pinched, unhealthy look about her, as though she hadn't been fed properly for some of her life. When the hat was placed on her head, it said almost instantly, "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry clapped along with the rest, and he smiled at Nadia as she sat down. She looked rather startled at this, but returned the grin. Little did Harry know that this small child was to save the school from a horrible fate.
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Nadia sat down a ways from the troublesome trio, and was a little shaken by Harry's smile. Then again, she had spent most of her life being in that position. It happened when you were an orphan in a large orphanage and didn't get enough food and was teased by the older children. Luckily, she was extremely intelligent, and the orphanage had recognized this. They sent her to Hogwarts, where they also believed she would be better nourished. Dumbledore, the kind man, had provided her with a place to stay over the holidays, and the proper books that she would need to attend the school. She felt very lucky, very lucky indeed.
She was a bit uncomfortable, sitting around all those English people. She was afraid to talk, because she feared being teased for her Russian accent. She feared being teased all the time. Her rough life at the orphanage had shaped her into a timid, quiet, fearful girl. But Nadia was forced to talk when a kind-looking fifth year thought she looked lonely and moved over to sit next to her. Nadia was startled by her vibrant red hair.
"Hi, I'm Ginny," the girl said cheerfully. "Who are you?"
"N-Na-Nadia," Nadia choked out. She cringed, ready for Ginny to laugh at her high, accented voice.
"That's a pretty name. Is it Russian? I don't think I've ever met anybody Russian who went here before. You must be smart; Dumbledore rarely takes people from other countries," Ginny commented. She helped herself to a baked potato.
"Yeah, I'm Russian. I'm not so sure about being smart though, you see, people always tell me I'm too stupid to accomplish anything," Nadia whispered. Although Ginny seemed nice enough, some of the other kids might not be. She didn't want *them* to hear her talk.
"That's not very nice. If you can get into Hogwarts, you're smart enough. And why are you whispering? It's not like it'll make this place any quieter," Ginny said loudly. It was true; the Great Hall was filled with the sounds of talking, laughter, and the clinking of forks and knives on the plates.
Nadia and Ginny continued to talk. Nadia felt that she would be good if she could just stay with Ginny for the entire year, but she knew she couldn't. She'd have to find someone in her own year to be friends with, even if it meant letting them tease her. That's what all her friends at the orphanage did. But another girl, in her own year, joined their conversation. She seemed just as nice as Ginny, and when it was time for Nadia to go up to bed, she walked with her new friend, Abby.
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Harry was starting to feel like he was back home again. It usually came much earlier then this, but since the fiasco of last year, he felt a little resentful towards the place at first. But one thing hadn't changed, on Friday of their first week back, he was the last one in the common room, working on his homework. While he was shuffling his papers, he drew his hand back sharply, as he had received a paper cut.
"Ouch!" he hissed.
He rummaged in his bag until he found a small vile, full of a yellowish liquid. It was essence of murtlap, he carried it around with him to sooth any paper cuts he received. He seemed quite prone to be getting them lately. He placed a couple of drops in the cut and felt relieved.
Wanting a small break from his Transfiguration essay, he strode over to the notice board to see when the first Quidditch practice was. Katie Bell was captain of the team this year, and she hadn't given him any information on it. He rested the back of his hand on a large pin holding up a corner of the notice, and felt another twang of pain. He had put his cut on the pin, and the murtlap essence had dropped onto the pin.
Harry went back to looking at the notice, when the pin caught his eye. Before, it had seemed just round and brown, completely nondescript. Now, the brown was peeling away from where the murtlap had soaked it. It seemed the solution was eating away at the pin. Underneath, Harry found a glittering charm. It had green lines crisscrossing all over it, and tiny gold spheres were inside the squares that the lines formed. It was completely clear inside, and Harry was given the impression of a decorative golf ball. For some reason, he plucked it out of the board. The sharp pin fell off the end so it was a ball. He pocketed it, not knowing why, but he felt a sudden attachment to the tiny charm.
*~I took that comment on the "troublesome trio" from Draco664 lovely author, read some of their works!~*