Harry Potter and the Wizard's Granddaughter
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling and Scholastic do.
I do, however, own Olivia Gardener and Professor Trait.
Another note: I'm really sorry that the writing quality has been crappy, but I've had the final showdown scene (which won't be for a few more chapters) in my head forever! This is like the third way I wanted to write this story: the first time Olivia was a Muggle girl living next-door to Harry, and the second time they didn't meet until well into the year. Also, Olivia was going to be a comedian, who told jokes all the time, but somehow that just didn't fit.
Olivia does NOT represent me in any way except that we both wear glasses.
Professor Trait's classes should get more interesting in either this chapter or the next. I promise, the ending will be worth it all.
Chapter Four:
The breakfast table was all abuzz that morning as Harry walked downstairs to the Great Hall.
"I can't believe it! It's like one disaster after another," Parvati was telling Hermione. Harry's friend looked very bored; apparently, Parvati had been talking for quite awhile.
"Did you hear about it, Harry?" Parvati turned to him as he sat down next to Hermione.
"Hear about what?" he asked, yawning.
"This morning, one of the suits of armor attacked a Ravenclaw prefect!"
Harry stopped midyawn to stare at her. "What?"
"Yeah! It started swinging its sword at him, nearly chopped his head off!" She shuddered. "I'll hate walking past the others, I'd be too frightened! Just staring at it, waiting for it to attack…"
"Was the prefect alright?" Ron asked, joining in the conversation.
"Oh, he was fine. He said Professor Trait came out and stopped the thing from attacking with one spell. He said she looked really annoyed!"
"Well I would be too, if a suit of armor started attacking a student!" Hermione chimed in.
"Well, that's the thing! The professor was annoyed at the prefect!" Parvati waved her hand. "She gave him a detention!"
"Why? Did he do anything wrong?"
Parvati shrugged. "Maybe she thought he was the one who set it off."
Someone walking by called her name, and she stood up and left.
"Finally," Hermione muttered, "I didn't think she'd ever shut up."
Harry stared at his friend at the uncharacteristically critical remark.
"I'm thinking about what Professor McGonagall said," Ron said in an undertone to Harry and Hermione. "Maybe the same person who put the troll in the dormitory set off the armor, and derailed the Hogwarts Express!"
"The saboteur!" Hermione mulled over this for a moment. "I wonder…"
Harry nodded. "It's been bugging me. All these 'accidents' have something in common."
"What?"
"I don't know." Harry shook his head. "I just can't figure it-"
"Good morning!" Olivia chirped, sitting down at the table. She looked at the serious expressions on the trio's faces, and tilted her head. "What's up?"
"Nothing." Hermione said quickly. "Listen, I need to go look something up, I'll see you in Defense Against the Dark Arts in a few minutes, OK?"
Harry watched the girl leave. Usually when Hermione had to go look something up, she was on to something important. The second year, she had figured out that the monster attacking people was a basilisk. Last year, she had realized that the annoying reporter, Rita Skeeter, was a Animagus, or a wizard that could turn into an animal. He thought about following her, but decided against it. Hermione worked best by herself.
"Students, please turn to page 153 in your textbooks," Professor Trait said cheerily.
Harry slid into his seat, trying to catch Hermione's eye to see if she had found something, but she was just staring at her book. (The Lives Taken: A history of Dark Arts and their effects on humanity.)
"Today's lesson should be interesting to you." Trait set her book down on her desk, and smiled. She always seemed to be smiling; Harry sometimes wondered if she superglued her face into position that morning. "As you know, many dark wizards didn't start out that way. Most grew up in normal families, with normal lives, until something influenced them. Well, today we'll be studying Dark Wizards who were actually part of this school once." Several heads snapped up to look disbelievingly at her. "Well, as you all know, Lord Voldemort was once a student at this school."
Harry was surprised: few people said Voldemort's name aloud.
"But," Trait continued, "there were several others who graduated from Hogwarts who turned out to be something other than they appeared. For instance, two hundred and eighty-two years ago exactly, Dalazier Morans, who terrorized the magical population of Arabia for several decades, was a Ravenclaw graduate just three months before he started on his path of destruction."
She stared at all of them. "Please take notes."
Most of the students whipped out their quills and notepads; Professor Trait was one of the easier teachers, in that she usually warned them of what would be on the tests and exams beforehand.
Olivia wasn't taking notes. Harry glanced at her, and saw that even though her expression was carefully blank, her knuckles were white from gripping her textbook so hard.
"Another famous Dark Wizard graduated from Hogwarts only twenty years ago. Can anyone tell me who that was? She was a Slytherin, and a prefect." Trait said, sitting down on her desk.
Hermione's hand snapped automatically into the air.
"Yes Miss Granger?"
"Persephone Gardener."
Trait nodded. "Yes, Gardener was one of Lord Voldemort's strongest supporters. She was also one of the best students here." She went on to talk about other students who had become Dark Wizards, and the effects on the world. Trait liked to lecture more than some of the other teachers at Hogwarts, and by the end of the class Harry's hand was cramped from taking notes.
"What's the next class again?" Olivia asked.
"History of Magic, remember?" Ron waved a hand in front of her face. Her eyes were unfocused; she barely noticed Ron's fingers wiggling in front of her nose.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. It seemed like he had to ask Olivia that a lot, and he never got a straight answer.
"What?" Olivia stared at him. "Oh. I'm just a bit nervous, after hearing about that suit of armor attacking that kid earlier."
"Really," Hermione said disbelievingly.
"Yeah, really." The two girls turned to stare at each other, each expression cold and serious.
Harry and Ron cast nervous glances at each other; they had never seen a catfight before, but if someone didn't distract the girls, they might get their chance.
However, neither Ron nor Harry had the chance to do anything, because an unfamiliar and strangely ominous clanking was heard echoing through the hallway. All four of them seemed to realize just what this meant at the same moment, and reached for their wands as several suits of armor, all bearing deadly weapons, tramped around different corners straight for them.
"Impedimentia!" Hermione shouted, casting a spell at the clanking suits of metal. They slowed down a considerable amount, but they still walked steadily onward.
"Expelliarmus!" Ron echoed a moment later, and several swords and maces flew out of reach of the things. However, they kept slowly walking toward the four. Every exit was blocked by one of the six or seven suits of armor. They were going to have to fight it out.
Olivia was staring grimly at the armor. She raised her wand, started to say something stopped, and stared back at Harry. She reached out and grabbed his right arm, and held their two wands together. "Poela Magneorb!" she yelled.
"Poela Magneorb," Harry echoed, watching in wonder as a dull gray orb formed at the tip of both their wands. It formed a glowing two-foot wide gray orb, which floated a couple feet above their heads.
The suits of armor started rising into the air. Their gloved hands grabbed at the carpet, but their feet were still pulled toward the orb, until finally…
All seven suits of armor broke into pieces at once, rapidly hit the glowing gray orb, and fell to the ground.
At that moment, Professor Trait came around the corner, wand out and ready. She stared at the four of them in astonishment, then turned her gaze to the pile of metal gauntlets, breastplates and helmets.
"Ah." She nodded. "The Magnet Orb. Nice thinking." She smiled at Harry. "Good job, all four of you. I think this will count as extra credit, hmm?" She then turned away. "Damn suits of armor. I've told Fudge that they're only dangerous, but will he listen? Nooooo." Trait sounded like a whiny kid. She turned and started to walk away, then turned back. "Oh yes, we had better clean this up, hadn't we?" She stared at it for a moment, then nodded to Harry. "You four had better head to your next class, I'll take care of this."
"Ooooo-K," Hermione said as they walked away. "That was strange."
"Why? You think getting attacked by bloodthirsty suits of armor while on our way to class is a bit out-of-the-ordinary?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Of course I do, but it's not just that." Hermione looked hard at Olivia, who ignored her.
That night at dinner, Olivia and Hermione seemed to be angry at each other. Harry had mixed feelings about this: he didn't like seeing Hermione in a bad mood, but maybe if they were at each other's throats then Olivia wouldn't be glued to the three for the rest of the year. Harry hoped that she would find some new friends- not that he hated being with her, but that Ron and Hermione didn't like somebody new tagging along. The three of them had been best friends for so long that a new person just sort of didn't fit.
And yet, Harry really didn't mind her as much as he used to. Something about Olivia made him think twice before getting mad or annoyed about her. Somehow, she just seemed to be able to make him laugh, or smile, without trying. Perhaps… He shook his head.
"What?" Olivia asked, noticing his gaze.
"Nothing," Harry said quickly. He couldn't help but feel that she knew what he was thinking: perhaps he didn't really want her to have other friends.
Author's Note: OK, no big cliffhanger here, but I'm tired of cliffhangers. Don't worry, the next part will be lots more exciting. Hermione tries to reveal something she's learned, and Divination class heats up a lot.
Oh yeah, should I have Fudge cancel Quidditch? If not, should Olivia make the team? Ron? Hermione? Please review and tell me!!! If I don't get any votes, or it ties, I'll cancel quidditch. I mean it!
Thanks for the inspiring reviews so far: write more! My ratio is 33 hits to every 1 review, and only six stories that really sucks.
Thanks!
Alli (Amethyst)
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling and Scholastic do.
I do, however, own Olivia Gardener and Professor Trait.
Another note: I'm really sorry that the writing quality has been crappy, but I've had the final showdown scene (which won't be for a few more chapters) in my head forever! This is like the third way I wanted to write this story: the first time Olivia was a Muggle girl living next-door to Harry, and the second time they didn't meet until well into the year. Also, Olivia was going to be a comedian, who told jokes all the time, but somehow that just didn't fit.
Olivia does NOT represent me in any way except that we both wear glasses.
Professor Trait's classes should get more interesting in either this chapter or the next. I promise, the ending will be worth it all.
Chapter Four:
The breakfast table was all abuzz that morning as Harry walked downstairs to the Great Hall.
"I can't believe it! It's like one disaster after another," Parvati was telling Hermione. Harry's friend looked very bored; apparently, Parvati had been talking for quite awhile.
"Did you hear about it, Harry?" Parvati turned to him as he sat down next to Hermione.
"Hear about what?" he asked, yawning.
"This morning, one of the suits of armor attacked a Ravenclaw prefect!"
Harry stopped midyawn to stare at her. "What?"
"Yeah! It started swinging its sword at him, nearly chopped his head off!" She shuddered. "I'll hate walking past the others, I'd be too frightened! Just staring at it, waiting for it to attack…"
"Was the prefect alright?" Ron asked, joining in the conversation.
"Oh, he was fine. He said Professor Trait came out and stopped the thing from attacking with one spell. He said she looked really annoyed!"
"Well I would be too, if a suit of armor started attacking a student!" Hermione chimed in.
"Well, that's the thing! The professor was annoyed at the prefect!" Parvati waved her hand. "She gave him a detention!"
"Why? Did he do anything wrong?"
Parvati shrugged. "Maybe she thought he was the one who set it off."
Someone walking by called her name, and she stood up and left.
"Finally," Hermione muttered, "I didn't think she'd ever shut up."
Harry stared at his friend at the uncharacteristically critical remark.
"I'm thinking about what Professor McGonagall said," Ron said in an undertone to Harry and Hermione. "Maybe the same person who put the troll in the dormitory set off the armor, and derailed the Hogwarts Express!"
"The saboteur!" Hermione mulled over this for a moment. "I wonder…"
Harry nodded. "It's been bugging me. All these 'accidents' have something in common."
"What?"
"I don't know." Harry shook his head. "I just can't figure it-"
"Good morning!" Olivia chirped, sitting down at the table. She looked at the serious expressions on the trio's faces, and tilted her head. "What's up?"
"Nothing." Hermione said quickly. "Listen, I need to go look something up, I'll see you in Defense Against the Dark Arts in a few minutes, OK?"
Harry watched the girl leave. Usually when Hermione had to go look something up, she was on to something important. The second year, she had figured out that the monster attacking people was a basilisk. Last year, she had realized that the annoying reporter, Rita Skeeter, was a Animagus, or a wizard that could turn into an animal. He thought about following her, but decided against it. Hermione worked best by herself.
"Students, please turn to page 153 in your textbooks," Professor Trait said cheerily.
Harry slid into his seat, trying to catch Hermione's eye to see if she had found something, but she was just staring at her book. (The Lives Taken: A history of Dark Arts and their effects on humanity.)
"Today's lesson should be interesting to you." Trait set her book down on her desk, and smiled. She always seemed to be smiling; Harry sometimes wondered if she superglued her face into position that morning. "As you know, many dark wizards didn't start out that way. Most grew up in normal families, with normal lives, until something influenced them. Well, today we'll be studying Dark Wizards who were actually part of this school once." Several heads snapped up to look disbelievingly at her. "Well, as you all know, Lord Voldemort was once a student at this school."
Harry was surprised: few people said Voldemort's name aloud.
"But," Trait continued, "there were several others who graduated from Hogwarts who turned out to be something other than they appeared. For instance, two hundred and eighty-two years ago exactly, Dalazier Morans, who terrorized the magical population of Arabia for several decades, was a Ravenclaw graduate just three months before he started on his path of destruction."
She stared at all of them. "Please take notes."
Most of the students whipped out their quills and notepads; Professor Trait was one of the easier teachers, in that she usually warned them of what would be on the tests and exams beforehand.
Olivia wasn't taking notes. Harry glanced at her, and saw that even though her expression was carefully blank, her knuckles were white from gripping her textbook so hard.
"Another famous Dark Wizard graduated from Hogwarts only twenty years ago. Can anyone tell me who that was? She was a Slytherin, and a prefect." Trait said, sitting down on her desk.
Hermione's hand snapped automatically into the air.
"Yes Miss Granger?"
"Persephone Gardener."
Trait nodded. "Yes, Gardener was one of Lord Voldemort's strongest supporters. She was also one of the best students here." She went on to talk about other students who had become Dark Wizards, and the effects on the world. Trait liked to lecture more than some of the other teachers at Hogwarts, and by the end of the class Harry's hand was cramped from taking notes.
"What's the next class again?" Olivia asked.
"History of Magic, remember?" Ron waved a hand in front of her face. Her eyes were unfocused; she barely noticed Ron's fingers wiggling in front of her nose.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. It seemed like he had to ask Olivia that a lot, and he never got a straight answer.
"What?" Olivia stared at him. "Oh. I'm just a bit nervous, after hearing about that suit of armor attacking that kid earlier."
"Really," Hermione said disbelievingly.
"Yeah, really." The two girls turned to stare at each other, each expression cold and serious.
Harry and Ron cast nervous glances at each other; they had never seen a catfight before, but if someone didn't distract the girls, they might get their chance.
However, neither Ron nor Harry had the chance to do anything, because an unfamiliar and strangely ominous clanking was heard echoing through the hallway. All four of them seemed to realize just what this meant at the same moment, and reached for their wands as several suits of armor, all bearing deadly weapons, tramped around different corners straight for them.
"Impedimentia!" Hermione shouted, casting a spell at the clanking suits of metal. They slowed down a considerable amount, but they still walked steadily onward.
"Expelliarmus!" Ron echoed a moment later, and several swords and maces flew out of reach of the things. However, they kept slowly walking toward the four. Every exit was blocked by one of the six or seven suits of armor. They were going to have to fight it out.
Olivia was staring grimly at the armor. She raised her wand, started to say something stopped, and stared back at Harry. She reached out and grabbed his right arm, and held their two wands together. "Poela Magneorb!" she yelled.
"Poela Magneorb," Harry echoed, watching in wonder as a dull gray orb formed at the tip of both their wands. It formed a glowing two-foot wide gray orb, which floated a couple feet above their heads.
The suits of armor started rising into the air. Their gloved hands grabbed at the carpet, but their feet were still pulled toward the orb, until finally…
All seven suits of armor broke into pieces at once, rapidly hit the glowing gray orb, and fell to the ground.
At that moment, Professor Trait came around the corner, wand out and ready. She stared at the four of them in astonishment, then turned her gaze to the pile of metal gauntlets, breastplates and helmets.
"Ah." She nodded. "The Magnet Orb. Nice thinking." She smiled at Harry. "Good job, all four of you. I think this will count as extra credit, hmm?" She then turned away. "Damn suits of armor. I've told Fudge that they're only dangerous, but will he listen? Nooooo." Trait sounded like a whiny kid. She turned and started to walk away, then turned back. "Oh yes, we had better clean this up, hadn't we?" She stared at it for a moment, then nodded to Harry. "You four had better head to your next class, I'll take care of this."
"Ooooo-K," Hermione said as they walked away. "That was strange."
"Why? You think getting attacked by bloodthirsty suits of armor while on our way to class is a bit out-of-the-ordinary?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Of course I do, but it's not just that." Hermione looked hard at Olivia, who ignored her.
That night at dinner, Olivia and Hermione seemed to be angry at each other. Harry had mixed feelings about this: he didn't like seeing Hermione in a bad mood, but maybe if they were at each other's throats then Olivia wouldn't be glued to the three for the rest of the year. Harry hoped that she would find some new friends- not that he hated being with her, but that Ron and Hermione didn't like somebody new tagging along. The three of them had been best friends for so long that a new person just sort of didn't fit.
And yet, Harry really didn't mind her as much as he used to. Something about Olivia made him think twice before getting mad or annoyed about her. Somehow, she just seemed to be able to make him laugh, or smile, without trying. Perhaps… He shook his head.
"What?" Olivia asked, noticing his gaze.
"Nothing," Harry said quickly. He couldn't help but feel that she knew what he was thinking: perhaps he didn't really want her to have other friends.
Author's Note: OK, no big cliffhanger here, but I'm tired of cliffhangers. Don't worry, the next part will be lots more exciting. Hermione tries to reveal something she's learned, and Divination class heats up a lot.
Oh yeah, should I have Fudge cancel Quidditch? If not, should Olivia make the team? Ron? Hermione? Please review and tell me!!! If I don't get any votes, or it ties, I'll cancel quidditch. I mean it!
Thanks for the inspiring reviews so far: write more! My ratio is 33 hits to every 1 review, and only six stories that really sucks.
Thanks!
Alli (Amethyst)