Harry Potter and the Wizard's Grandaughter
by Allison Kling
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K.Rowling and Scholastic do.
I DO own Olivia Gardener, and Professor Trait, so please leave them alone.
If only Harry had known. If only he had tried to remember the dreams, the nightmares, that had come
during the summer. After all, they had been strange and scary enough to me memorable, and yet he
hadn't paid much attention to them. Dreams of green light being cast at him, the smell of something
burning, a scream, and the rush of oncoming death, being diverted at the last moment... These dreams
always ended with a jerk, and left Harry in his bed, panting and sweating, as though he had fallen
from hundreds of feet above his room.
And yet, the dreams were far from his mind, as he hoisted his trunk onto the scarlet train waiting at
the station. He was about to go into his fifth year at Hogwarts. As he waited for his best friends,
Ron and Hermione, to show up, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket to give it yet another
re-reading. This was the letter inviting him back to Hogwarts; he had gotten one every year since he
turned eleven; and yet, this one was different.
The fancy Hogwarts letterhead was still in place. However, instead of the normal letter, it read,
"HOGWARTS"
Please R.S.V.P. by owl before August 1st. Your train will be leaving on Sept. 1st from Platfrom 93/4 at
Union Station. Please find inclosed a list of supplies needed for this year.
Professor Minerva McGonagall.
Nothing else, besides the list. Usually, the letter was more polite than that; also, it almost always
included a small bit about Headmaster Dumbledore. It was just different enough to make Harry wonder.
"Harry! WATCH OUT!" He heard a familiar voice call out, and turned to see a small, fist-sized torpedo
flying straight at his face. He ducked, and Pigwidgeon zoomed past him in a giant circle, then headed
right back at Ron again.
"Ginny fed him a chocolate bar on the way here," Ron muttered in explanation as Pig disappeared into
the air above their heads. "He's a bit hyper now."
"It's great to see you!" Hermione said cheerfully, hugging Harry. Harry was a bit surprised at the
embrace, but Hermione wouldn't let him comment. "I'm so looking forward to this year! Hopefully we're
going to be learning the majority of the charms and spells we'll actually need in real life this year,
and some of the more powerful curses to use against Dark Wizards. It'll be great!"
Harry just nodded, and Hermione jumped into their normal car. Harry and Ron would have followed, but
at that moment someone in the crowd of students behind them cried out, "Oh no!" The two boys turned,
and saw a girl staring down hopelessly at a large suitcase which had just split in half, spilling books
and other supplies everywhere. She bent down to start picking them up, and Harry noticed, from the corner
of his eye, a very self-gratified Malfoy putting his wand away and boarding the train. If he hadn't bent
down to help the girl, who looked about his age, Harry probably would have punched Malfoy's lights out.
The girl peered up at Harry over the top of her glasses, her arms full of books. "Oh, thank you!" She said
happily.
"Sure," Harry replied, pulling out his wand and re-attatching the bottom of her suitcase to the top. They
both replaced everything back into the case, and Harry helped the girl carry it onto the train. A moment
later, she was following him into the compartment, where Hermione and Ron were already arguing about something.
"C'mon and sit down," Harry invited, patting a empty seat as he took his place next to Ron. The girl blushed,
mumbled thanks, and sat down.
"I don't think I've seen you before. What house are you in?" Hermione had finally stopped arguing with Ron and noticed
the other person in their compartment.
"Oh, I'm a transfer student from Beauxbatons," the girl said quickly. "I'm Olivia Gardener."
Harry stared at her while she introduced herself. She had darker skin, but her eyes were a very light blue. Her
eyes were nearly hidden behind her thin wire frames, which she pushed farther up on her nose nervously. Her hair
was short, only coming below her ears, and very dark, almost black.
"I'm Ron Weasly," Ron said, holding out a hand. Olivia shook it firmly.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione said, smiling. Olivia smiled back.
Harry took a breath. "I'm Harry Potter."
Olivia grinned at him. "I noticed. But it's nice to meet you." She genuinely meant it. "So, what house are
you all in?"
"Gryffindor," Ron said. "We all are. Are you going to get sorted, or do you get to pick what house you'll be
in?"
"I'm going to be in Gryffindor," Olivia said firmly.
"How do you know?"
"Because, number one, I'm not smart enough or gentle enough to go into Hufflepuff or Raven claw, and I'd drop
out of school before I got into Slytherin."
All three of them immediately liked this small girl that they had just met. The conversation soon turned
to the Quidditch tournament of last year, and they kept talking even as the train jerked and started to move.
The refreshment cart had just left the car, and the four were ripping into their just-acquired chocolate frogs,
when Olivia dropped hers. Her face had gone pale, revealing freckles that had been unnoticable before, and she was
clutching the seat with a tight grip that left her knuckles white.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked her, noticing her distress.
She leapt up, and turned to Harry with wide eyes. "Hang on to something, fast."
"What?" Harry started to ask, but a moment later the train jerked so hard that he was almost thrown out of his seat.
Hermione was thrown out of her seat, and hit the opposite seat hard as the train tilted onto its side.
Harry glanced out the window, and could see only that the train was currently on the side of a mountain, and was leaning out
over the cliff, as if its grip on the tracks had suddenly dissolved. Another moment, and Harry was sure that the Hogwarts
Express, along with all its students, would disappear into the valley forever....
So, what'd you think? It only gets better as it goes on, so be sure to catch Part Two, titled Suprise Suprise!
And review please!!! Tell me you hated it, you loved it, you laughed, you cried, you stuffed fish sticks up your nose,
ANYTHING, just review!!!
by Allison Kling
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K.Rowling and Scholastic do.
I DO own Olivia Gardener, and Professor Trait, so please leave them alone.
If only Harry had known. If only he had tried to remember the dreams, the nightmares, that had come
during the summer. After all, they had been strange and scary enough to me memorable, and yet he
hadn't paid much attention to them. Dreams of green light being cast at him, the smell of something
burning, a scream, and the rush of oncoming death, being diverted at the last moment... These dreams
always ended with a jerk, and left Harry in his bed, panting and sweating, as though he had fallen
from hundreds of feet above his room.
And yet, the dreams were far from his mind, as he hoisted his trunk onto the scarlet train waiting at
the station. He was about to go into his fifth year at Hogwarts. As he waited for his best friends,
Ron and Hermione, to show up, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket to give it yet another
re-reading. This was the letter inviting him back to Hogwarts; he had gotten one every year since he
turned eleven; and yet, this one was different.
The fancy Hogwarts letterhead was still in place. However, instead of the normal letter, it read,
"HOGWARTS"
Please R.S.V.P. by owl before August 1st. Your train will be leaving on Sept. 1st from Platfrom 93/4 at
Union Station. Please find inclosed a list of supplies needed for this year.
Professor Minerva McGonagall.
Nothing else, besides the list. Usually, the letter was more polite than that; also, it almost always
included a small bit about Headmaster Dumbledore. It was just different enough to make Harry wonder.
"Harry! WATCH OUT!" He heard a familiar voice call out, and turned to see a small, fist-sized torpedo
flying straight at his face. He ducked, and Pigwidgeon zoomed past him in a giant circle, then headed
right back at Ron again.
"Ginny fed him a chocolate bar on the way here," Ron muttered in explanation as Pig disappeared into
the air above their heads. "He's a bit hyper now."
"It's great to see you!" Hermione said cheerfully, hugging Harry. Harry was a bit surprised at the
embrace, but Hermione wouldn't let him comment. "I'm so looking forward to this year! Hopefully we're
going to be learning the majority of the charms and spells we'll actually need in real life this year,
and some of the more powerful curses to use against Dark Wizards. It'll be great!"
Harry just nodded, and Hermione jumped into their normal car. Harry and Ron would have followed, but
at that moment someone in the crowd of students behind them cried out, "Oh no!" The two boys turned,
and saw a girl staring down hopelessly at a large suitcase which had just split in half, spilling books
and other supplies everywhere. She bent down to start picking them up, and Harry noticed, from the corner
of his eye, a very self-gratified Malfoy putting his wand away and boarding the train. If he hadn't bent
down to help the girl, who looked about his age, Harry probably would have punched Malfoy's lights out.
The girl peered up at Harry over the top of her glasses, her arms full of books. "Oh, thank you!" She said
happily.
"Sure," Harry replied, pulling out his wand and re-attatching the bottom of her suitcase to the top. They
both replaced everything back into the case, and Harry helped the girl carry it onto the train. A moment
later, she was following him into the compartment, where Hermione and Ron were already arguing about something.
"C'mon and sit down," Harry invited, patting a empty seat as he took his place next to Ron. The girl blushed,
mumbled thanks, and sat down.
"I don't think I've seen you before. What house are you in?" Hermione had finally stopped arguing with Ron and noticed
the other person in their compartment.
"Oh, I'm a transfer student from Beauxbatons," the girl said quickly. "I'm Olivia Gardener."
Harry stared at her while she introduced herself. She had darker skin, but her eyes were a very light blue. Her
eyes were nearly hidden behind her thin wire frames, which she pushed farther up on her nose nervously. Her hair
was short, only coming below her ears, and very dark, almost black.
"I'm Ron Weasly," Ron said, holding out a hand. Olivia shook it firmly.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione said, smiling. Olivia smiled back.
Harry took a breath. "I'm Harry Potter."
Olivia grinned at him. "I noticed. But it's nice to meet you." She genuinely meant it. "So, what house are
you all in?"
"Gryffindor," Ron said. "We all are. Are you going to get sorted, or do you get to pick what house you'll be
in?"
"I'm going to be in Gryffindor," Olivia said firmly.
"How do you know?"
"Because, number one, I'm not smart enough or gentle enough to go into Hufflepuff or Raven claw, and I'd drop
out of school before I got into Slytherin."
All three of them immediately liked this small girl that they had just met. The conversation soon turned
to the Quidditch tournament of last year, and they kept talking even as the train jerked and started to move.
The refreshment cart had just left the car, and the four were ripping into their just-acquired chocolate frogs,
when Olivia dropped hers. Her face had gone pale, revealing freckles that had been unnoticable before, and she was
clutching the seat with a tight grip that left her knuckles white.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked her, noticing her distress.
She leapt up, and turned to Harry with wide eyes. "Hang on to something, fast."
"What?" Harry started to ask, but a moment later the train jerked so hard that he was almost thrown out of his seat.
Hermione was thrown out of her seat, and hit the opposite seat hard as the train tilted onto its side.
Harry glanced out the window, and could see only that the train was currently on the side of a mountain, and was leaning out
over the cliff, as if its grip on the tracks had suddenly dissolved. Another moment, and Harry was sure that the Hogwarts
Express, along with all its students, would disappear into the valley forever....
So, what'd you think? It only gets better as it goes on, so be sure to catch Part Two, titled Suprise Suprise!
And review please!!! Tell me you hated it, you loved it, you laughed, you cried, you stuffed fish sticks up your nose,
ANYTHING, just review!!!