Harry Potter and The Secret of Sabriel
An original fanfiction by Karura
Chapter 2-Sabriel's Intresting Introduction
Disclaimer-All characters in this story are copyrights of J.K. Rowling. Except for Sabriel, who is a copyrighted character of Karura Koremanu, 2000. Enjoy!
"The Burrow!" Harry cried. The scenery quickly changed from Uncle Vernon's shocked face to the living room of the Weasley household. Ron ran up to him as he came out of the fireplace. "Did it work?" Ron aksed exitedly. "I'm here, aren't I?" Harry replied. Ron snorted. "You don't have to be sarcastic about it." Harry smiled. "Sorry," he apologized, "Didn't get much sleep. So what's up?" Ron shrugged. "Nothing much," he replied,"Same old boring summer, as usual. Hermione plans to meet us in Diagon Alley when we buy our school things tomorrow." "Ron, honey, "a voice called from the kitchen, "I need you to pick the gnomes out of the garden for me!" Ron rolled his eyes. "Oh, mom..." he sighed. Right on cue, the plump, but kind, Mrs.Weasley entered the room. "Ronald Weasley! Did you hear what I-" She cut herself off as she saw Harry in the room. "Oh, hello Harry dear! I'm so glad your gaurdians agreed to let you stay with us for the next few days!" Mrs.Weasley said, smiling. "Uh, yeah, they were just peachy about it..." Harry muttered. Mrs.Weasley got a concerned look and asked, "Harry are you getting enough sleep? Maybe you should go take a nap..." Ron laughed while Harry insisted he was fine. "Thanks Mrs. Weasley, but I'm fine, really." Harry insisted. It took ten minutes of reassurance from Harry to escape from Mrs.Weasley to Ron's room. As Harry and Ron walked up the stairs, Harry commented, "She sure doesn't want anything bad to happen to me, does she?" "You think that's bad," Ron replied, "I have to live with her...
The next day, Ron and Harry got up early and headed down to the Leaky Cauldron. It was a rainy morning, and it seemed to put everyone in a foul mood. They arranged to meet Hermione at the Leaky Cauldron at 8:00. By 8:10, she still hadn't shown up. "She's late," Ron muttered, "Why's she late?" "You're sure in a foul mood this morning,"Harry commented. "You didn't get waken up at 5 A.M." Ron scoffed in reply. Just then, the door to the Cauldron opened and Hermione stepped through the door, soaked to the bone. Harry asked, "Hermione, ever heard of an an umbrella?" Hermione scowled. "For your information, the weatherman predicted clear skies today." she said tentavely, wringing out the corner of her shirt. Ron raised an eyebrow and coomented, "This from the girl who dropped out of Divination?" Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Shut up, Ron!" she snapped. "Mr. and Mrs.Hyde?" Harry joked, "Can we get a move on, please?"
The trio made their ususal rounds around Diagon Alley, and were passing by Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions when someone came outside, bumping into Harry. "Hey, watch it!" Harry said, frustrated. "Oh, I'm sorry, " the other person said politely. Harry looked up, trying to see the person's face, but it was covered with a light blue hood. "Please forgive me for bumping into you, I'm late for an appointment," the person continued, "See ya!" the perosn ran off then. Hermione muttered, "Of all the nerve...are you all right, Harry?" Harry stood and picked up his books. "I think so," he replied, "but who was that guy?" Ron said, "I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough. But he didn't look like a first year, did he?" Hermione said, "No, but...hey, maybe that was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" "Oh, please Hermione, why would the new DADA teacher be at Madame Malkin's?" Ron replied. "Well...anything's possible..." Hermione said, shrugging. Harry didn't hear the conversation, as he was trying to figure out the feeling he felt when that stranger passed by. He gently ran a figer over his scar, trying to shake it off.
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The woman ran around the corner, her light blue cape flying behind her. "I can't beleive the nerve of that guy," she said, " 'Hey, watch it!' He's lucky I was in a hurry, that little-" "Ahem," a voice interupted. She stopped and turned around, veiwing the source. "Ah, there you are," the stranger said, "I suppose you know what we need to discuss?" The woman nodded. "I know, I know, I don't have the payment," she said, "but just give me some time. I have three years of school to go through yet. You contacted Angela, I hope?" "Yes,"the stranger replied, "I have, and she was more than willing to pay half of your debt. He expects the other half soon." The woman waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "I'll give you the payment when I have it, no sooner, understand?" There was a silence. "All right," the stranger replied, "have it your way. But he doesn't like to wait long. So if he becomes impatient, I will track you down...I will..." The woman said nothing to this, but gave a short nod. The stranger vanished, and the woman said, "Yeah, just try. As soon as I arrive at Hogwarts, you won't be able to touch me." She threw the hood further over her head and walked back towards the Leaky Cauldron.
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By the following morning, the rainstorm lifted, as did Harry, Ron, and Hermione's foul moods as they sat in their compartment, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to depart. Hermione said, "I wonder who the new DADA teacher is going to be!"
Ron said, "I know, I hope it's someone sane this time... that Mad-Eye Moony gave me the creeps." He shuddered, remembering. Harry said, "Guys, remind me when we arrive to write Sirius back. He told me to in his last letter, and I don't want to forget. "Sure Harry," Ron said, "I'll remind you." Then, as the train started to move, the door to their compartment opened. Standing there was Malfoy, flanked by his flunkies, Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy sneered, "So, Potter, you decided to risk coming back to Hogwarts?" "Gee, is that a crime?" Harry replied sarcastically. Malfoy ignored him and continued, "You know, I wouldn't say you were in DANGER or anything, but isn't Voldemort still alive? Wouldn't Hogwarts be the first place he'd look for you?" "Shove off, Malfoy!" Hermione snapped. Malfoy glared at her. "Shut up, you filty Mudblood." he spat back. Hermione pulled out her wand and was about to shout soemthing when a voice shouted, "Hey!"
They all turned around to veiw the source of the voice. What they found was a young woman, about 15 years old, with a very peeved off expression on her face. "You're ruining my sleep!" she shouted, flinging her long, dark-brown hair over her shoulder. She was clad in dragon hide boots, a long violet skirt, a loose high-collar navy blue shirt, and a light blue cape held in the front with a sapphire brooch. When no one said anything, the new girl snapped, "Take a picture, it'll last longer. Now I asked a question and I expect and answer!" She narrowed her turqoise eyes, daring someone to piss her off even more. Malfoy walked over to her. "Who the devil are you?" he asked, a hint of arogance in his voice. The girl smirked and pulled out her wand with a fingerless, black-gloved hand. "Name's Sabriel," she said, "And I'd like to test this out on the JERK who kicked the door of my compartment and hit my wolf in the stomach."
Malfoy made an innocent face and said, "Ooops. I didn't know anyone was in there!" "Like hell you did, " Sabriel snorted back, "So you're the arrogant kid who did it, 'eh?" Harry noted that her voice sounded a bit like Hagrid's when he got angry. Malfoy said, "So what, it'll live." "My wolf is still a cub," Sabriel sneered, "And it is already sick. Now hold still so I can give you the beating you're begging for."
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An original fanfiction by Karura
Chapter 2-Sabriel's Intresting Introduction
Disclaimer-All characters in this story are copyrights of J.K. Rowling. Except for Sabriel, who is a copyrighted character of Karura Koremanu, 2000. Enjoy!
"The Burrow!" Harry cried. The scenery quickly changed from Uncle Vernon's shocked face to the living room of the Weasley household. Ron ran up to him as he came out of the fireplace. "Did it work?" Ron aksed exitedly. "I'm here, aren't I?" Harry replied. Ron snorted. "You don't have to be sarcastic about it." Harry smiled. "Sorry," he apologized, "Didn't get much sleep. So what's up?" Ron shrugged. "Nothing much," he replied,"Same old boring summer, as usual. Hermione plans to meet us in Diagon Alley when we buy our school things tomorrow." "Ron, honey, "a voice called from the kitchen, "I need you to pick the gnomes out of the garden for me!" Ron rolled his eyes. "Oh, mom..." he sighed. Right on cue, the plump, but kind, Mrs.Weasley entered the room. "Ronald Weasley! Did you hear what I-" She cut herself off as she saw Harry in the room. "Oh, hello Harry dear! I'm so glad your gaurdians agreed to let you stay with us for the next few days!" Mrs.Weasley said, smiling. "Uh, yeah, they were just peachy about it..." Harry muttered. Mrs.Weasley got a concerned look and asked, "Harry are you getting enough sleep? Maybe you should go take a nap..." Ron laughed while Harry insisted he was fine. "Thanks Mrs. Weasley, but I'm fine, really." Harry insisted. It took ten minutes of reassurance from Harry to escape from Mrs.Weasley to Ron's room. As Harry and Ron walked up the stairs, Harry commented, "She sure doesn't want anything bad to happen to me, does she?" "You think that's bad," Ron replied, "I have to live with her...
The next day, Ron and Harry got up early and headed down to the Leaky Cauldron. It was a rainy morning, and it seemed to put everyone in a foul mood. They arranged to meet Hermione at the Leaky Cauldron at 8:00. By 8:10, she still hadn't shown up. "She's late," Ron muttered, "Why's she late?" "You're sure in a foul mood this morning,"Harry commented. "You didn't get waken up at 5 A.M." Ron scoffed in reply. Just then, the door to the Cauldron opened and Hermione stepped through the door, soaked to the bone. Harry asked, "Hermione, ever heard of an an umbrella?" Hermione scowled. "For your information, the weatherman predicted clear skies today." she said tentavely, wringing out the corner of her shirt. Ron raised an eyebrow and coomented, "This from the girl who dropped out of Divination?" Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Shut up, Ron!" she snapped. "Mr. and Mrs.Hyde?" Harry joked, "Can we get a move on, please?"
The trio made their ususal rounds around Diagon Alley, and were passing by Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions when someone came outside, bumping into Harry. "Hey, watch it!" Harry said, frustrated. "Oh, I'm sorry, " the other person said politely. Harry looked up, trying to see the person's face, but it was covered with a light blue hood. "Please forgive me for bumping into you, I'm late for an appointment," the person continued, "See ya!" the perosn ran off then. Hermione muttered, "Of all the nerve...are you all right, Harry?" Harry stood and picked up his books. "I think so," he replied, "but who was that guy?" Ron said, "I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough. But he didn't look like a first year, did he?" Hermione said, "No, but...hey, maybe that was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" "Oh, please Hermione, why would the new DADA teacher be at Madame Malkin's?" Ron replied. "Well...anything's possible..." Hermione said, shrugging. Harry didn't hear the conversation, as he was trying to figure out the feeling he felt when that stranger passed by. He gently ran a figer over his scar, trying to shake it off.
OoOoOoOo
The woman ran around the corner, her light blue cape flying behind her. "I can't beleive the nerve of that guy," she said, " 'Hey, watch it!' He's lucky I was in a hurry, that little-" "Ahem," a voice interupted. She stopped and turned around, veiwing the source. "Ah, there you are," the stranger said, "I suppose you know what we need to discuss?" The woman nodded. "I know, I know, I don't have the payment," she said, "but just give me some time. I have three years of school to go through yet. You contacted Angela, I hope?" "Yes,"the stranger replied, "I have, and she was more than willing to pay half of your debt. He expects the other half soon." The woman waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "I'll give you the payment when I have it, no sooner, understand?" There was a silence. "All right," the stranger replied, "have it your way. But he doesn't like to wait long. So if he becomes impatient, I will track you down...I will..." The woman said nothing to this, but gave a short nod. The stranger vanished, and the woman said, "Yeah, just try. As soon as I arrive at Hogwarts, you won't be able to touch me." She threw the hood further over her head and walked back towards the Leaky Cauldron.
OoOoOoOo
By the following morning, the rainstorm lifted, as did Harry, Ron, and Hermione's foul moods as they sat in their compartment, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to depart. Hermione said, "I wonder who the new DADA teacher is going to be!"
Ron said, "I know, I hope it's someone sane this time... that Mad-Eye Moony gave me the creeps." He shuddered, remembering. Harry said, "Guys, remind me when we arrive to write Sirius back. He told me to in his last letter, and I don't want to forget. "Sure Harry," Ron said, "I'll remind you." Then, as the train started to move, the door to their compartment opened. Standing there was Malfoy, flanked by his flunkies, Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy sneered, "So, Potter, you decided to risk coming back to Hogwarts?" "Gee, is that a crime?" Harry replied sarcastically. Malfoy ignored him and continued, "You know, I wouldn't say you were in DANGER or anything, but isn't Voldemort still alive? Wouldn't Hogwarts be the first place he'd look for you?" "Shove off, Malfoy!" Hermione snapped. Malfoy glared at her. "Shut up, you filty Mudblood." he spat back. Hermione pulled out her wand and was about to shout soemthing when a voice shouted, "Hey!"
They all turned around to veiw the source of the voice. What they found was a young woman, about 15 years old, with a very peeved off expression on her face. "You're ruining my sleep!" she shouted, flinging her long, dark-brown hair over her shoulder. She was clad in dragon hide boots, a long violet skirt, a loose high-collar navy blue shirt, and a light blue cape held in the front with a sapphire brooch. When no one said anything, the new girl snapped, "Take a picture, it'll last longer. Now I asked a question and I expect and answer!" She narrowed her turqoise eyes, daring someone to piss her off even more. Malfoy walked over to her. "Who the devil are you?" he asked, a hint of arogance in his voice. The girl smirked and pulled out her wand with a fingerless, black-gloved hand. "Name's Sabriel," she said, "And I'd like to test this out on the JERK who kicked the door of my compartment and hit my wolf in the stomach."
Malfoy made an innocent face and said, "Ooops. I didn't know anyone was in there!" "Like hell you did, " Sabriel snorted back, "So you're the arrogant kid who did it, 'eh?" Harry noted that her voice sounded a bit like Hagrid's when he got angry. Malfoy said, "So what, it'll live." "My wolf is still a cub," Sabriel sneered, "And it is already sick. Now hold still so I can give you the beating you're begging for."
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