Devil of Heaven
Chapter One
Disclaimer's note: ok so none of these characters belong to me
except Jay they all belong to the wonderful
and talented Joanne K. Rowling.
CHAPTER ONE
Harry got onto the Hogwarts Express after a whole wonderful month at the
Weasleys. He stuck his head out of the window and waved goodbye to Mr and Mrs Weasley.
"Thanks for having me over, Mrs Weasley!" Harry yelled.
Hermione jumped onto the compartment with Crookshanks in her arms.
"Bye Mrs Weasley. Bye Mr Weasley. Hope you won't get boring without us!" yelled Hermione.
"Don't worry, Hermione, we won't be bored," Mr Weasley chuckled.
Ron was the last to jump on the train, and the Hogwarts Express took off for the starting of the 5th year for Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"This is my last train ride to Hogwarts," groaned Fred.
"You two just miss playing tricks on the driver and the little witch that pushes the food trolley around," Ron snickered.
Fred and George decided to ignore that reply and said, "Well there's always the way back from Hogwarts."
Harry, who had spent the whole summer trying to forget what had happened at the end of the 4th year and had finally stopped blaming himself for Cedric Diggory's death, had laughed as Fred and George pulled out Filibuster fireworks.
"A celebration for our last year at Hogwarts! Yaah!" George yelled.
Sparks of every colour flew and bounced around the compartment for half an hour. All of them were excited at the pleasant show, until the fun on the train had started to wear off.
"When are we going to get there?" Ron moaned.
"I don't know, 2 more hours or maybe 3," Hermione guessed.
"What? Don't you time how many hours it gets to Hogwarts?" Ron asked surprised.
"Yes, I do. Usually it takes about 7 hours to get there but right now it's foggy so they have to be careful and the trains slows down a bit so we don't hit anything we can't see," Hermione explained in her usual know-it- all voice.
Leave it up to Hermione to think of something like that, Harry thought. Just then the door to compartment opened and in stepped in a girl just about their age with a pretty face and straight long black hair that fell past her shoulders.
Ron gasped, his eyes were as huge as dish plates and his mouth immediately opened but no sound came out. Fred and George had a similar expression to Ron's.
"Hi," said the girl. "Sorry to bother you but I'm looking for my owl, she seemed to have got out of her cage somehow and flew away. Have you seen her?"
"Owl . owl ." was all Ron could say.
"No, sorry, we haven't," Hermione replied for Ron.
"Oh, okay, well if you do see it could you catch it for me and bring it back to me, she doesn't do any harm to anyone so don't worry, I'm in the compartment across from you. The owl answers to Hazelnut or Haze and it's a medium sized glossy bronze one."
"Sure, we'd be glad to," Harry said.
"What's your name?" Ron suddenly asked, had the guts to speak again.
"Oh, don't worry 'bout it. I'm the only one in that compartment. Thanks!" and with that she closed the door and left.
Ron was still staring at her, then he yelled, "She is so. so.."
"So pretty," Fred finished.
"No, pretty is to simple to describe her," George said shaking his head.
"Oh come on! Yes, she was very nice and she is very pretty but you guys don't have to look at her as if she was a goddess. I mean, Harry doesn't even stare at her!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, Herm, but I have to agree with Ron and the twins. I think she is very pretty, but then again I wouldn't be drooling or speechless just because of her," Harry chuckled.
"I was not drooling, Fred and George were," Ron said.
"Yea, and I suppose that you could talk in front of her real well," Fred snickered.
Ron looked away and saw George opening the door to their compartment.
"What are you doing?" asked Ron curiously.
"I'm going to look for that girl's owl!" George exclaimed. "That way I can talk to her again."
"Not me! I'm going into her compartment. Didn't she say that she was alone? Well, she could be lonely!" Fred said.
"Good idea! I'll come with you," Ron said with a delighted look on his face.
"Sure if you want to embarrass yourself again," George laughed.
Ron ignored them and got up from his seat just as the train slowed down into a halt.
"Oh great! We're here!" Hermione shouted with joy.
"Oh great! That means I don't get to see her," Ron said hopelessly.
"Cheer up, Ron! If she goes to our school then you'll be bound to see her!" Hermione said, happy to be off the train.
"Look! There she is! And she found her owl too!" Fred exclaimed looking much happier.
"Wow! That's some owl," Harry muttered.
"What kind of owl is that, Hermione?" Ginny asked, suddenly appearing right behind them.
Hermione looked and gasped, "Oh my gosh! That's an Italian owl! No wonder I was surprised when she said a glossy bronze one!"
"They have owls in Italy?" Ginny asked surprisingly.
"Yep! But there's about less than 100 of them left! They are very rare and hard to catch but we're not allowed to buy them anymore. I suppose she got that a long time ago," Hermione said admirably.
"I don't care about her owl, I want to talk to her!" Ron said miserably.
The girl turned her head and she waved and started to walk towards them.
"Did you see that? She waved at me!" Ron exclaimed. "Oh my gosh! She's coming! She's coming! How do I look? Is my hair messy? What about my teeth, is there anything stuck on it?"
Fred, George was also fixing their hair, Ginny giggled, Hermione and Harry rolled their eyes.
"Hi," the girl said.
"Hi. I noticed you found your owl. It's very pretty! Is it an Italian owl?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Wow! You're smart! You noticed it right away!" the girl said, looking amazingly.
"You got that a long time ago, right?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, a week right before they said we couldn't buy them anymore," the girl said smiling.
"Hey, it's you again. We forgot to introduce ourselves, sorry," George said casually. "I'm George and this is my twin brother Fred."
"I'm Ron," he said, who didn't want the girl not knowing his name.
"I'm." the girl began.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're here already. How was your flight from Italy?" Professor McGonagall asked, appearing magically beside them.
"It was great, Professor!" the girl answered.
"No sickness . jet-lagged?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Nope," the girl answered again, smiling.
"Alright," said Professor McGonagall. "Please follow me, I need to talk to you before you get sorted."
"Okay," the girl said. She turned her head and waved goodbye to Harry and the others.
"Doesn't Professor McGonagall wait for the new students at the school?" asked Ron after they were out of hear shot.
"I guess, but maybe she's not in the beginning year so." Hermione began.
"And I thought that you were only allowed in Hogwarts only when you're in the first year," Harry said curiously.
"Come on, you guys," Fred said. "Do you want to get wet in the rain?"
They all climbed into the carriages that would bring them to the school.
They stepped into the Great Hall that was already full with students. They could see the first years students waiting to be sorted at the front of the hall. They went to the Gryffindor table and sat down waiting anxiously for the food.
"I wonder where the new girl's house is going to be?" Ron asked. "Hope it'll be Gryffindor."
"Do you think it's a bit awkward for Hogwarts to be accepting students not in their first years?" Harry asked again.
"Yeah, but I think that Dumbledore has it reasons to accept her," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"We never knew her name," Ron said sadly.
"We will once she gets sorted," George said, trying to be patient, either for the food or the girl, Harry thought.
"Okay the Sorting Ceremony will start," Professor McGonagall. "We had to repair the Sorting Hat so it will not sing for us today."
"Abin, Jasmine," Professor McGonagall called out.
A little girl with blond ringlets stepped out, sat on the stool and put the Sorting Hat on.
A few seconds later it shouted, "Ravenclaw!"
A burst of applause came from the Ravenclaw table; Harry could see Cho Chang clapping happily and couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.
They had finally gone through the list and ending with Xander, Joanna ("Hufflepuff!" the Sorting Hat had shouted.)
Professor Dumbledore had stepped out of his seat.
"I know it's not tradition for Hogwarts to accept people in except the first years," he began. "But one person was made an exception and is accepted into our school. This person will be in fifth year and no matter what house she goes to, I hope that everyone would make her feel welcome and happy here in Hogwarts. Now please welcome our new fifth year student, JAY POTTER!"
A wave of silence fell over the whole Great Hall.
Author's Note: okay if it's bad please say so . hey give me a
break, it's my First fanfic okay! I might not
continue if I don't get reviews so plz do!! Thanx
for reading!
Chapter One
Disclaimer's note: ok so none of these characters belong to me
except Jay they all belong to the wonderful
and talented Joanne K. Rowling.
CHAPTER ONE
Harry got onto the Hogwarts Express after a whole wonderful month at the
Weasleys. He stuck his head out of the window and waved goodbye to Mr and Mrs Weasley.
"Thanks for having me over, Mrs Weasley!" Harry yelled.
Hermione jumped onto the compartment with Crookshanks in her arms.
"Bye Mrs Weasley. Bye Mr Weasley. Hope you won't get boring without us!" yelled Hermione.
"Don't worry, Hermione, we won't be bored," Mr Weasley chuckled.
Ron was the last to jump on the train, and the Hogwarts Express took off for the starting of the 5th year for Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"This is my last train ride to Hogwarts," groaned Fred.
"You two just miss playing tricks on the driver and the little witch that pushes the food trolley around," Ron snickered.
Fred and George decided to ignore that reply and said, "Well there's always the way back from Hogwarts."
Harry, who had spent the whole summer trying to forget what had happened at the end of the 4th year and had finally stopped blaming himself for Cedric Diggory's death, had laughed as Fred and George pulled out Filibuster fireworks.
"A celebration for our last year at Hogwarts! Yaah!" George yelled.
Sparks of every colour flew and bounced around the compartment for half an hour. All of them were excited at the pleasant show, until the fun on the train had started to wear off.
"When are we going to get there?" Ron moaned.
"I don't know, 2 more hours or maybe 3," Hermione guessed.
"What? Don't you time how many hours it gets to Hogwarts?" Ron asked surprised.
"Yes, I do. Usually it takes about 7 hours to get there but right now it's foggy so they have to be careful and the trains slows down a bit so we don't hit anything we can't see," Hermione explained in her usual know-it- all voice.
Leave it up to Hermione to think of something like that, Harry thought. Just then the door to compartment opened and in stepped in a girl just about their age with a pretty face and straight long black hair that fell past her shoulders.
Ron gasped, his eyes were as huge as dish plates and his mouth immediately opened but no sound came out. Fred and George had a similar expression to Ron's.
"Hi," said the girl. "Sorry to bother you but I'm looking for my owl, she seemed to have got out of her cage somehow and flew away. Have you seen her?"
"Owl . owl ." was all Ron could say.
"No, sorry, we haven't," Hermione replied for Ron.
"Oh, okay, well if you do see it could you catch it for me and bring it back to me, she doesn't do any harm to anyone so don't worry, I'm in the compartment across from you. The owl answers to Hazelnut or Haze and it's a medium sized glossy bronze one."
"Sure, we'd be glad to," Harry said.
"What's your name?" Ron suddenly asked, had the guts to speak again.
"Oh, don't worry 'bout it. I'm the only one in that compartment. Thanks!" and with that she closed the door and left.
Ron was still staring at her, then he yelled, "She is so. so.."
"So pretty," Fred finished.
"No, pretty is to simple to describe her," George said shaking his head.
"Oh come on! Yes, she was very nice and she is very pretty but you guys don't have to look at her as if she was a goddess. I mean, Harry doesn't even stare at her!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, Herm, but I have to agree with Ron and the twins. I think she is very pretty, but then again I wouldn't be drooling or speechless just because of her," Harry chuckled.
"I was not drooling, Fred and George were," Ron said.
"Yea, and I suppose that you could talk in front of her real well," Fred snickered.
Ron looked away and saw George opening the door to their compartment.
"What are you doing?" asked Ron curiously.
"I'm going to look for that girl's owl!" George exclaimed. "That way I can talk to her again."
"Not me! I'm going into her compartment. Didn't she say that she was alone? Well, she could be lonely!" Fred said.
"Good idea! I'll come with you," Ron said with a delighted look on his face.
"Sure if you want to embarrass yourself again," George laughed.
Ron ignored them and got up from his seat just as the train slowed down into a halt.
"Oh great! We're here!" Hermione shouted with joy.
"Oh great! That means I don't get to see her," Ron said hopelessly.
"Cheer up, Ron! If she goes to our school then you'll be bound to see her!" Hermione said, happy to be off the train.
"Look! There she is! And she found her owl too!" Fred exclaimed looking much happier.
"Wow! That's some owl," Harry muttered.
"What kind of owl is that, Hermione?" Ginny asked, suddenly appearing right behind them.
Hermione looked and gasped, "Oh my gosh! That's an Italian owl! No wonder I was surprised when she said a glossy bronze one!"
"They have owls in Italy?" Ginny asked surprisingly.
"Yep! But there's about less than 100 of them left! They are very rare and hard to catch but we're not allowed to buy them anymore. I suppose she got that a long time ago," Hermione said admirably.
"I don't care about her owl, I want to talk to her!" Ron said miserably.
The girl turned her head and she waved and started to walk towards them.
"Did you see that? She waved at me!" Ron exclaimed. "Oh my gosh! She's coming! She's coming! How do I look? Is my hair messy? What about my teeth, is there anything stuck on it?"
Fred, George was also fixing their hair, Ginny giggled, Hermione and Harry rolled their eyes.
"Hi," the girl said.
"Hi. I noticed you found your owl. It's very pretty! Is it an Italian owl?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Wow! You're smart! You noticed it right away!" the girl said, looking amazingly.
"You got that a long time ago, right?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, a week right before they said we couldn't buy them anymore," the girl said smiling.
"Hey, it's you again. We forgot to introduce ourselves, sorry," George said casually. "I'm George and this is my twin brother Fred."
"I'm Ron," he said, who didn't want the girl not knowing his name.
"I'm." the girl began.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're here already. How was your flight from Italy?" Professor McGonagall asked, appearing magically beside them.
"It was great, Professor!" the girl answered.
"No sickness . jet-lagged?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Nope," the girl answered again, smiling.
"Alright," said Professor McGonagall. "Please follow me, I need to talk to you before you get sorted."
"Okay," the girl said. She turned her head and waved goodbye to Harry and the others.
"Doesn't Professor McGonagall wait for the new students at the school?" asked Ron after they were out of hear shot.
"I guess, but maybe she's not in the beginning year so." Hermione began.
"And I thought that you were only allowed in Hogwarts only when you're in the first year," Harry said curiously.
"Come on, you guys," Fred said. "Do you want to get wet in the rain?"
They all climbed into the carriages that would bring them to the school.
They stepped into the Great Hall that was already full with students. They could see the first years students waiting to be sorted at the front of the hall. They went to the Gryffindor table and sat down waiting anxiously for the food.
"I wonder where the new girl's house is going to be?" Ron asked. "Hope it'll be Gryffindor."
"Do you think it's a bit awkward for Hogwarts to be accepting students not in their first years?" Harry asked again.
"Yeah, but I think that Dumbledore has it reasons to accept her," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"We never knew her name," Ron said sadly.
"We will once she gets sorted," George said, trying to be patient, either for the food or the girl, Harry thought.
"Okay the Sorting Ceremony will start," Professor McGonagall. "We had to repair the Sorting Hat so it will not sing for us today."
"Abin, Jasmine," Professor McGonagall called out.
A little girl with blond ringlets stepped out, sat on the stool and put the Sorting Hat on.
A few seconds later it shouted, "Ravenclaw!"
A burst of applause came from the Ravenclaw table; Harry could see Cho Chang clapping happily and couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.
They had finally gone through the list and ending with Xander, Joanna ("Hufflepuff!" the Sorting Hat had shouted.)
Professor Dumbledore had stepped out of his seat.
"I know it's not tradition for Hogwarts to accept people in except the first years," he began. "But one person was made an exception and is accepted into our school. This person will be in fifth year and no matter what house she goes to, I hope that everyone would make her feel welcome and happy here in Hogwarts. Now please welcome our new fifth year student, JAY POTTER!"
A wave of silence fell over the whole Great Hall.
Author's Note: okay if it's bad please say so . hey give me a
break, it's my First fanfic okay! I might not
continue if I don't get reviews so plz do!! Thanx
for reading!