Pranks and Wands-Part 1:That Hat Knows What I'm Thinking!
There is no point in being worried. Anybody with a bit of common sense wouldn't be. I know I'll get into Gryffindor. There is just no point in being worried. Not at all.
"Potter, Dewy!"
I walked to the stool and put the hat on my head. Why was everything going in slow motion?
'Smart...Brave...Little to no respect for your elders...' said a small voice in my ear. That hat knows what I'm thinking! 'Indeed I do. You should do well in GRYFFINDOR!' I took the hat off and hurried to the Gryffindor table, which was cheering. I sat down immediately; I don't like being cheered.
"Hello, Dewy!" Said Sirius. I knew him from the time he visited James last summer.
"Hi Sirius." I said.
"Welcome to Gryffindor!" Said James.
"Thanks." I turned around and started talking with Mallory Brown, a girl I met on the train.
* * * * *
In all the stories about Hogwarts, you got on the train and the people you met there turned out to be your best friends. But not in real life. It's not that Mallory Brown, Pamala Patil and Jane Spinnet weren't nice; They were very nice. It's just that they weren't the kind of person to do your homework with without frequent stops to discuss the way Frank Longbottom looked at Mallory at dinner. Classes were easy, and about three weeks after the start of term we were ready to start doing real magic. It was in Professor Flitwick's class that my future was changed. Or was it? Maybe it was supposed to be...I've been pondering about that for years.
"I can't do it." Sighed Jane. "You try." I took out my wand and consentrated.
"Wingardium leviosa!" I cried, and concentrated with all my might. The feather rose a few feet above the table.
"Very well, Ms. Potter," Said Professor Flitwick. My classmates cheered. I could feel myself going red. I tired to remember the spell to get the feather down...What was it? I could see the page in James' second year spellbook very clearly...I raised my wand.
"Downfloatum leviosa!" I concentrated very hard. As if by teleknisis, the feather floated down. Professor flitwick stared.
"Ms. Potter," He said, "Please come and see me after class."
After the bell rang, I gathered my stuff and went over to Professor Flitwick's desk. What did I do wrong? Professor Flitwick came over.
"Please follow me."
I followed Professor Flitwick. After a long walk, we reached what looked to me as Dumbledore's office. He's taking me to Dumbledore? Am I going to get expelled? But I didn't mean any harm...
"Please wait for me," I waited. Finally, Professor Dumbledore went out.
"Please come in and sit dwown," He said. I did. "Ms. Potter, please out your hand on this and relex." He took out a large, 3D, sphere with a white mist swirling in it. A MA (Magic Ability) test? I tool one of those when I was five years old. As I put my hand on it, the mist turned scarlet. Same thing as when I was five. Professor Dumbledore looked at it.
"Interesting...Ms. Potter, did you practise the 'Downfloatum leviosa' charm at home?" he asked.
"No sir. I just read it in James' book, that's all." Dumbledore took a doll out of his drawer.
"It used to be my sister's," He said. "Can you try and use the leg lock charm on it?" He asked. "The incentation is 'Locomoter mortis'." I took out my wand and consentrated.
"Locomoter mortis!" I concentrated very, very hard. Nothing happened.
"Try again," Said Dumbledore.
"Locomoter mortis!" This time, the doll's legs were suddenly binded together by magic.
"Frederic," Dumbledore turned to Flitwick, "Will you please call Minerva in here?" Professor Flitwick nodded and walked out the door. A few minutes later, Mcgonagall appeaered.
"Yes, Albus?"
"Minerva, I think that Ms. Potter here needs to move to her second year," He said. Be in the second year?! But...But I don't know any magic yet!
"She seems quite capable of performing first year charms on her first chance, and Potions isn't really a diffrent level on the second year."
* * * * *
And so I became a second year. The day after, Professor Mcgonagall gave me my new sceduale and took me to the second years' Charms class.
"Class," she said, "This is Dewy Potter." James looked out way. "She's a new second year. I hope you all help her, as she wasn't in most of the first year classes and might miss some knowledge. I also hope one of you will teach her how to fly."
And she left. I took my bag and set next to Lily, another one of James' friends. Remus was missing.
"Hi."
"Hi."
From that day on, I had a best friend.
* * * * *
The only thing I really needed to learn was flying, and James volenteered to teach me.
"Okay Dewy, let's give it a try. Say 'up!'"
"Up!" James' broom went up. Mine didn't.
"Let's try it again, Dewy. This time be more firm."
"Up!" This time, the broom went up.
"Now get on it and kick off."
I got on the broom and kicked off. It rose up. Suddenly, I realized that I was six feet above the ground. I did not like that.
"Urm, James, how do you get down?"
* * * * *
A.N: Well, I hope you liked it! I know the name 'Dewy' is a really bad one, but it's kinda important for her to have a bad name. I hope she's not a complete Mary Sue...Please review and tell me if you think she is a Mary Sue or not.
There is no point in being worried. Anybody with a bit of common sense wouldn't be. I know I'll get into Gryffindor. There is just no point in being worried. Not at all.
"Potter, Dewy!"
I walked to the stool and put the hat on my head. Why was everything going in slow motion?
'Smart...Brave...Little to no respect for your elders...' said a small voice in my ear. That hat knows what I'm thinking! 'Indeed I do. You should do well in GRYFFINDOR!' I took the hat off and hurried to the Gryffindor table, which was cheering. I sat down immediately; I don't like being cheered.
"Hello, Dewy!" Said Sirius. I knew him from the time he visited James last summer.
"Hi Sirius." I said.
"Welcome to Gryffindor!" Said James.
"Thanks." I turned around and started talking with Mallory Brown, a girl I met on the train.
* * * * *
In all the stories about Hogwarts, you got on the train and the people you met there turned out to be your best friends. But not in real life. It's not that Mallory Brown, Pamala Patil and Jane Spinnet weren't nice; They were very nice. It's just that they weren't the kind of person to do your homework with without frequent stops to discuss the way Frank Longbottom looked at Mallory at dinner. Classes were easy, and about three weeks after the start of term we were ready to start doing real magic. It was in Professor Flitwick's class that my future was changed. Or was it? Maybe it was supposed to be...I've been pondering about that for years.
"I can't do it." Sighed Jane. "You try." I took out my wand and consentrated.
"Wingardium leviosa!" I cried, and concentrated with all my might. The feather rose a few feet above the table.
"Very well, Ms. Potter," Said Professor Flitwick. My classmates cheered. I could feel myself going red. I tired to remember the spell to get the feather down...What was it? I could see the page in James' second year spellbook very clearly...I raised my wand.
"Downfloatum leviosa!" I concentrated very hard. As if by teleknisis, the feather floated down. Professor flitwick stared.
"Ms. Potter," He said, "Please come and see me after class."
After the bell rang, I gathered my stuff and went over to Professor Flitwick's desk. What did I do wrong? Professor Flitwick came over.
"Please follow me."
I followed Professor Flitwick. After a long walk, we reached what looked to me as Dumbledore's office. He's taking me to Dumbledore? Am I going to get expelled? But I didn't mean any harm...
"Please wait for me," I waited. Finally, Professor Dumbledore went out.
"Please come in and sit dwown," He said. I did. "Ms. Potter, please out your hand on this and relex." He took out a large, 3D, sphere with a white mist swirling in it. A MA (Magic Ability) test? I tool one of those when I was five years old. As I put my hand on it, the mist turned scarlet. Same thing as when I was five. Professor Dumbledore looked at it.
"Interesting...Ms. Potter, did you practise the 'Downfloatum leviosa' charm at home?" he asked.
"No sir. I just read it in James' book, that's all." Dumbledore took a doll out of his drawer.
"It used to be my sister's," He said. "Can you try and use the leg lock charm on it?" He asked. "The incentation is 'Locomoter mortis'." I took out my wand and consentrated.
"Locomoter mortis!" I concentrated very, very hard. Nothing happened.
"Try again," Said Dumbledore.
"Locomoter mortis!" This time, the doll's legs were suddenly binded together by magic.
"Frederic," Dumbledore turned to Flitwick, "Will you please call Minerva in here?" Professor Flitwick nodded and walked out the door. A few minutes later, Mcgonagall appeaered.
"Yes, Albus?"
"Minerva, I think that Ms. Potter here needs to move to her second year," He said. Be in the second year?! But...But I don't know any magic yet!
"She seems quite capable of performing first year charms on her first chance, and Potions isn't really a diffrent level on the second year."
* * * * *
And so I became a second year. The day after, Professor Mcgonagall gave me my new sceduale and took me to the second years' Charms class.
"Class," she said, "This is Dewy Potter." James looked out way. "She's a new second year. I hope you all help her, as she wasn't in most of the first year classes and might miss some knowledge. I also hope one of you will teach her how to fly."
And she left. I took my bag and set next to Lily, another one of James' friends. Remus was missing.
"Hi."
"Hi."
From that day on, I had a best friend.
* * * * *
The only thing I really needed to learn was flying, and James volenteered to teach me.
"Okay Dewy, let's give it a try. Say 'up!'"
"Up!" James' broom went up. Mine didn't.
"Let's try it again, Dewy. This time be more firm."
"Up!" This time, the broom went up.
"Now get on it and kick off."
I got on the broom and kicked off. It rose up. Suddenly, I realized that I was six feet above the ground. I did not like that.
"Urm, James, how do you get down?"
* * * * *
A.N: Well, I hope you liked it! I know the name 'Dewy' is a really bad one, but it's kinda important for her to have a bad name. I hope she's not a complete Mary Sue...Please review and tell me if you think she is a Mary Sue or not.