The Transfer Student
It had been a week since the incident with Jeminalea, and it seemed that Harry and Hermione had fully recovered. On Friday morning at breakfast, Harry was just helping himself to some toast (I couldn't make it a baked potato, it's breakfast) when Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, students, I have an announcement. As you all probably know, due to our large amount of gossip around here," his eyes shot to the Gryffindor table, "We accepted the wrong transfer student. Well, now we have the right one. Let me introduce to you; Morgan Parks."
Up stepped a rather pretty girl. She had auburn hair down to her ribs; green eyes like emeralds, tallish, and with light pink lips. (have you ever seen Courtney Draper, you know, that girl? Well, that's what Morgan looks like) Dumbledore spoke again.
"Yes, as I was saying. She is a 7th year, and will be sorted now." He clapped his hands and the sorting hat and stool appeared. Morgan walked over to it, sat down, and put the hat on. It took a minute for the hat to decide, leaving everyone on the edge of his or her seats. Evidently, the boys seemed to find her rather charming. Finally, the hat screamed, "GRYFFINDOR!" and the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers.
Morgan smiled at the cheering table, and walked over to it. She took an empty seat by the end of the table, next to Seamus Finnigan. Seamus blushed deeply and smiled bashfully. Morgan smiled and started eating breakfast.
After breakfast, Morgan was on everyone's minds. Although Seamus had barely talked to her, he claimed that she liked him.
"She's totally into me. She picked me, of all the Gryffindors, to sit next to. I mean, really, doesn't that say something to you?" Seamus had said.
"No, not really." Harry had answered. All day, the Gryffindor boys were bragging about Morgan. Through classes, and at lunch. Even Ron was bragging. Dean said that Morgan had chose to sit next to him in three classes, and Ron said she asked him to be her partner in Potions, although Snape would never give them a choice.
But Harry didn't really care about her sexually. He already had a girlfriend, whom he loved very much, and besides, Morgan hadn't talked to him all day. Yet.
It was the end of the week, and Harry was sitting by the fire in Gryffindor Common Room looking at the photo album of his mum and dad. He was so entranced at seeing his parents that he didn't even notice Morgan coming up to him. He was looking at a picture of his mum waving to him in class, when he nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard someone.
"Oh, those are lovely pictures!" someone said. Harry, as I said, jumped. He looked up, and there was Morgan.
"Um, thanks." Harry said, startled.
"Is that your mom?" Morgan asked, pointing to the picture of Lily.
"Yeah." Harry said, sighing.
"Wow, she's beautiful! You have her eyes." She said, after looking into Harry's eyes. He blushed.
"Thanks." Harry said again.
"She looks really nice. I take it she was a witch too?" Harry nodded. "Well, I would like to meet her someday."
"Yeah, so would I." Harry said.
"What do you mean?" Morgan asked.
"Well, both my parents are dead. They died when I was a baby." Harry said.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Morgan said with concern. "Wait a minute…you're Harry Potter!"
Harry nodded.
"Wow." Morgan said, smiling.
"Hold on a minute, you have a very, strange, accent. Where are you from?" Harry said.
"Well, I was wondering when you'd notice. I'm from America. California, Los Angeles, Beverly Hills, to be very precise. I'm American, so I have an accent, I suppose. I never thought that I had an accent. I wish I were English, though. You guys have such great accents, you sound so proper. But it could be worse, I suppose. At least I don't have a New York accent!" Morgan said.
"California? Then this must be a big change." Harry said.
"Yeah, tell me about it. In Cali, it's hot most of the time, there are all these jerky boys, not at all nice, and a lot of parties."
"Is it nice over there? I've never been to America, let alone California." Harry said.
"Oh, it's great. You really ought to go. I think you would like it, but I'm not sure. If I knew a little more about you, maybe I would be able to tell." Morgan said.
"Well, then I'll tell you about myself!" Harry answered, "I was born in England, Voldemort was after my parents when I was a baby, he killed them, and tried to kill me but-"
"Not all that stuff. Anyway, everyone knows that. Well, not the Muggles, but, you know, tell me about your interests, your friends, all that stuff." Morgan said.
"You certainly have a different way of talking." Harry said.
"Is that a compliment or an insult?" Morgan asked, smiling.
"Neither." Harry answered, smiling back.
So Harry told Morgan about himself. He told her everything that came to mind. He told her about the Dursleys, Ron, Hermione, Draco Malfoy, his first year, second year, and third year adventures, Quidditch, classes, Hagrid, his mother and father, Dumbledore, Voldemort, and just about everything else.
"OK, now it's your turn." Harry said, finishing his stories.
"OK, but it'll be pretty boring! Here goes!" Morgan said. "My full name is Morgan Elisabeth Parks, I hate my middle name, and my parents spelled it the French way. Major dorky. So, I was born on May 21, 1980, my parents are Lynn and John Parks, my parents are divorced, I used to go to Marlborough, but it ended when I was 15, so I dawdled around for a year, then came here, I need to take a breath now, then I'll talk more." Morgan said, and stopped. She took a long breath, and went on. She told Harry about her adventures in school, which were very few, her brother Nelson, who was in college, UCLA, gymnastics, her favorite sport, singing, her friend Courtney, her parents, and more. It looked like Harry had found a new friend.
When the two had finished talking about each other, they rested for a moment.
"Wow, that took a while." Morgan said.
"Tell me about it." Harry said, taking a breath.
"You have a pretty cool life. I'd like to meet some of your friends." Morgan said.
"Well, you're already met Ron. You were partners in Potions." Harry said.
"Oh, I hardly noticed. I was spending all my time hating that teacher, what is it, Snipe?" Morgan said.
"Snape. Yeah, we all hate him, except for the Slytherins, who he favors." Harry answered.
"Would you introduce me to your girlfriend? I forgot her name." Morgan said.
"Hermione. Sure, come on, I know where I'll find her." Harry said.
"Where?" Morgan asked.
And you people know where. The library.
Harry and Morgan spotted Hermione reading a thick, dark green book, deep in thought. Harry went up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up.
"Hi Harry." She said, looking back at her book.
"Hermione, I'd like to introduce you to someone." Harry said, a bit annoyed with her constant trips to the library.
"Who?" said Hermione, looking up.
"This is Morgan Parks." Harry said.
"Hi, Morgan." Hermione said. It seemed she had just noticed she was there.
"Hi, you're Hermione Granger, right? The really smart one?" Morgan said.
Hermione nodded and blushed, looking down.
"Nice first impression." Harry muttered under his breath. Morgan smiled. Hermione looked up.
"So Morgan, do you like Hogwarts so far?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, it's great. Marlborough was fun, but it's nothing like magic. Do you guys have a soccer field here? I love soccer." Morgan said.
"We have a Quidditch field, but no soccer field. What is soccer, anyway?" Harry asked.
"Yikes, hard to explain. I'll try to make it as stupid and informative as possible. OK, so, there's this black and white ball, and there are two teams, and each team tries to kick the ball into the other team's goal. Do you get it?" Morgan asked.
Harry and Hermione stared at her blankly.
"OK, moving on!" Morgan said, laughing.
"Um, shall we leave the library?" Harry asked.
"Oh no! I must stay here and study, I have too much to do, Christmas break isn't too far away-" Hermione started.
"Hermione, it's in the middle of September!" Harry said a bit loudly, causing Madam Pince to glare at him.
"The guy does have a point there." Morgan said, nodding to Madam Pince.
"Oh, all right." Hermione said, sighing, and getting up rather slowly. She gathered a stack of thick books in her arms, but Harry took the stack.
"No, really, you can't take it-" Hermione began.
"No, I insist." Harry said.
"Okay." Hermione said, a bit unsure. But then, Hermione took an equal stack of books, and piled it onto the first stack in Harry's arms.
"You know, I think Hermione's right." Said Morgan, stifling a giggle as Hermione laid the fourth stack on. "Here, let me help you." Morgan said, still trying to keep from breaking out into laughter. She took half of the pile, and Hermione added some books to Harry's stack.
"Wow Hermione, what are all these books for?" Morgan asked through the pile of books in her arms.
"Oh, there are a couple books for each subject, and a few more for extra reading." Hermione said, gathering the last pile of books.
"You have, like a hundred in here." Morgan said, trying to haul the pile of books out of the library.
"Um, can somebody help me here?" Harry back was bent backwards, and his pile of books, which was larger then the two girl's piles, was tipping over.
"Hey, it's the leaning tower of library books!" Morgan said as she rushed over to help Harry.
"Thanks." Harry said as Morgan straightened out his pile and took two books from the top. She picked up her stack, and mumbled through the pile, "Hey Hermione, you're going to have to show me the way to the common room. I can't see over this darn thing."
"Okay." Hermione said lightly. She had a pile of 6 books, which was about half of Harry's.
It seemed like eternity when they finally reached the common room. They took the books up to the girls' dormitory. Once they reached it, Morgan dumped her pile of Hermione's bed.
"Thanks a lot!" Hermione said sarcastically.
"You're welcome." Morgan said, jumping down the stairs. Harry laughed and followed her, with Hermione behind. They sat down on a big scarlet couch.
"Hermione, you really ought to look up the word 'light reading' in the dictionary, because evidently, you don't understand what it means." Harry said, smiling grimly. "I'm going to have a backache for a week." Harry groaned.
"I can massage it, if you want. I used to massage my dad all the time before my parents divorced. I was little, but I did it a lot. But I can't do it for long. It hurts my thumbs." Morgan said.
"Your parents are divorced?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. It didn't have to do anything with magic. My parents are both Muggles, but they knew I was a witch from the day I was born. My uncle was a wizard, and my grandma was a witch." Morgan said.
"Don't you mind that?" Hermione asked.
"Nah, not really. I mean, I still visit my dad sometimes, and my mom and me have gotten really close lately. It's fun. Anyway, they're still friends." Morgan said.
"Oh." Said Hermione.
"What shall we talk about?" Harry said.
"How about Pepsi?" Morgan asked.
Harry and Hermione exchanged black looks.
Morgan laughed. "It's a joke my friends and I have back at home. It's a family curse. Whenever we drink Pepsi, we always get really hyper. I remember, one me and Nelson got so hyper we actually broke on of the springs on the couch." Morgan said, smiling at the memory.
"How could you? Yikes, you must have been very hyperactive." Harry said.
"We were." Morgan said.
"Whose Nelson?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, he's my brother. He's 2 years and 5 months older then me. We're actually really close. He's such a cool brother." Morgan said.
"I always wished I had a sibling." Harry said.
"Me too." Hermione said. "I have 3 cousins, though. They're funny, but they're only 12. They bother me a lot."
"I doesn't matter how old our family is, as long as we have a lot of Pepsi. You guys apparently don't appreciate the magic of Pepsi. Have you ever even had it?" Morgan asked, giggling at their confused faces.
'Yeah, I think I did once, at an airport." Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Nope, I've never had it. I'd like to try it someday." Harry said.
"Well, I have some packed away in my little minnie-freezer thingy-" Morgan began.
"You have a Minnie freezer?" Hermione asked.
"Yep. But, as I was saying, I have some packed away, but it's too late to get hyper." Morgan said, laughing.
"Why? It's only, er, 5:00! That's not late." Harry said, looking at Hermione's watch.
"Well, when me and my friends get hyper, it last a long time. We usually have to drink our Pepsi around noon!" Morgan said.
"Well, I think she's right, Harry, anyway, we have so much to study for, we don't have time for silly little games-" Hermione was cut off.
"Silly little games? This is the hyper/Pepsi curse! Nelson and I have lived with this our whole lives! Let me tell you something, Hermione Granger, the hyper/Pepsi curse is not fun and games." Morgan said, glaring good-humoredly.
Hermione giggled and Harry smiled. Morgan was great. She was as much fun as the Weasley twins.
Just then, Ron came down to the common room, and his mouth dropped open as he saw Morgan wit Harry and Hermione. He shakily walked up to them.
"Er, hi Morgan." Ron said sheepishly.
"Well, how about a hi Hermione?" Hermione laughed.
"Hi, um, Seamus, is it?" Morgan said. From the back of the common room, they heard a delighted squeal.
"She remembered my name!" Seamus said excitedly.
"No, er, Ron." Said Ron, blushing and looking down.
"Well, look up, now! It's not like she's your mum or something!" Hermione said.
Ron glared at her. Hermione shrugged.
"At least he looked up?" Hermione said. Morgan laughed.
"You two are a hoot and a half." Morgan said to Harry and Hermione.
"A hoot and a what?" Harry asked.
"American expression. It means you two are funny." Morgan said, smiling at the way he looked whenever she mentioned something American.
"Wow, you're from America?" Ron said. "I've never been there. I've always wanted to go there."
"You have?" Hermione asked, but he ignored her.
"Which part of America do you live in? Canada, Mexico, North America, or South America?" asked Ron. Morgan cracked up. Ron turned deep scarlet.
"What did I say?" Ron asked.
Morgan looked up, smiling. "Ron, South America is a whole different country. I live in the U.S.A."
"The U.S. what? Ron asked.
"The U.S.A. The United States of America. 'Oh beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain!' Morgan sang.
"Wow! You're good!" Harry said.
"At what?" Morgan asked.
"Singing!" Hermione said. "Oh, do go on."
"Okay…. 'For purple mountains majesties, above the fruited plane!'" Now more people were watching and listening.
Morgan blushed, but went on. 'America! America! God shed his grace on thee!' Morgan looked up, took a deep breath, and finished her song. 'And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea!' Everyone started clapping for her. Morgan turned deep red.
"Wow, she can sing, and she's pretty! That girl has got to be mine." Harry overheard Dean Thomas say to Seamus. Harry smiled. He didn't see anything in Morgan, although the rest of the Gryffindor boys did. Harry turned back to Morgan.
"Thanks for singing for us." Harry said.
"Don't mention it." Morgan muttered.
Later that night, in the boy's dormitory, Harry hopped into bed. He lay down, and looked up at the ceiling.
"So, what do you think of her?" asked Dean.
"Of who?" Harry asked.
"Morgan Parks!" Seamus answered for her.
"Oh, she's great." Ron said. "Hey Harry, did you see those looks she was giving me while Hermione was talking about our first year?"
"Um, no?" Harry said. "Why are you guys so interested in her?"
"What, you're not?" Seamus said.
"No!" Harry answered.
"Why not?" Dean asked, acting as though it was a scandal.
"Because she's just a friend! Sure, she's really cool, and I like her a lot, but she's just a friend. I already have a girlfriend!" Harry said.
"Good." Said Ron. "With Harry Potter out of the way, I have more of a chance to get a date with her."
"You, Ron? Not a chance. She's totally into me. I swear, she gave me a different kind of smile at lunch." Seamus said.
"Ooh, a smile, how flattering!" Harry said. Seamus hit him with a pillow. Harry hit him back.
"Don't start a pillow fight, McGonagall would take away tons of points." Dean said.
"True." Ron added.
"Just go to bed." Harry laughed, and turned over. "Night."
"G'night!" the boys answered, and they went to sleep. Harry had found a great friend, who was certainly different in every way.
Note: OK, it's finally finished. Sorry I haven't written in a while, the past couple weeks have been crazy. Well, please no flames, if you don't like it, just leave it alone, you don't have to make me feel bad. So, that's just about it, please review, just no flames. Thanks.