Credits: J.K. Rowling is the ultimate genius supreme and she invented everything/body in this story except for Adam and Gabrielle and the storylines involving them unless I tell y'all otherwise.
The Hogwarts Express
Gabrielle awoke slowly. It was the first movement she had made since the three strangers had gotten on the train and they had not yet noticed her presence. Three more strangers entered their car. A wiry, pale, blonde kid flanked by two monstrous and not very bright looking boys whose necks were probably the size of Bri's waist. There was some sort of argument going on. Something about moldy clothes that had been fashionable 300 years ago.
British boys must be very strange to be arguing over fashion, the redhead's face is growing almost as bright as his hair, she observed.
The newcomers left the car and Bri was about to fall back asleep when a giant orange ball of fur pounced on her head. She gasped, then, realizing it was a cat she scooped it into her arms (Gabrielle has a strange relationship with animals and loves them all, yes even Crookshanks). The friends swiveled in their seats. " Oh, I am terribly sorry," said the girl with the bushy hair and large teeth. "Crookshanks tends to be a little high strung, I am so sorry, had I noticed you were there I would never had let him out of the cage, My name's Hermione Granger and umm.... If you don't mind my asking why are you on the Hogwarts Express?"
" Oh, that's quite alright about the cat. My name is Gabrielle and I am to make arrangements for the delegation from Beauxbatons Academy."
" Ron Weasley," said the boy who had been blushing, shaking Bri's hand. "Beauxbatons, that sounds French, Is your family French? You speak English quite well."
" I don't know my real family. My parents died when I was one and I was taken from our home near London to a convent in France. When I got my letter from the Academy they implied that they were a Muggle secondary school that I had received a scholarship to. Madame Maxime let me attend Beauxbatons for free in exchange for light work. I help her care for the horses and I have been sent to Hogwarts to make preparations so that the Triwizard delegation more comfortable. I speak English so well because we always had nuns visiting from other countries,"
" Well I hope you enjoy your stay at Hogwarts, Gabrielle," said Ron.
"Oh, please call me Bri, but, er, what can I call your friend?" she asked, referring to the boy with the striking green eyes and unruly black hair.
Gol, this is odd thought Ron and Hermione. They had never had to introduce their best friend to a witch or wizard before. He was Harry Potter for Pete's sake! The Boy Who Lived! Who saved the world from You Know Who! His scar always gave that away. They had even seen her study Harry's forehead with interest for a few moments. Could it be the French knew nothing of Harry and Lord Voldemort?
" I, er, I'm Harry Potter, I would have introduced myself but I, er, figured you...er... already knew who I was."
" Harry, Potter, Oh, that does sound familiar... Omigosh you're the boy that brought about the end of Voldemort, (Ron winced at the name) I am a bit slow with magical history. As I said I grew up in a Muggle convent and I elected to take double Care of Magical Creatures instead of History of Magic," explained Bri apologetically.
The new friends chatted about Quidditch (Bri was a chaser) and school for a little while. Hedwig shared an owl treat with Bri's small tawny Daybreak. Then the 4 children 3 owls and orange coloured cat stepped out into the rain to begin the year that would change their lives forever.
A.N Whoa did I screw up I was apparently having a blonde day and listed Harry's eyes as blue.
The Hogwarts Express
Gabrielle awoke slowly. It was the first movement she had made since the three strangers had gotten on the train and they had not yet noticed her presence. Three more strangers entered their car. A wiry, pale, blonde kid flanked by two monstrous and not very bright looking boys whose necks were probably the size of Bri's waist. There was some sort of argument going on. Something about moldy clothes that had been fashionable 300 years ago.
British boys must be very strange to be arguing over fashion, the redhead's face is growing almost as bright as his hair, she observed.
The newcomers left the car and Bri was about to fall back asleep when a giant orange ball of fur pounced on her head. She gasped, then, realizing it was a cat she scooped it into her arms (Gabrielle has a strange relationship with animals and loves them all, yes even Crookshanks). The friends swiveled in their seats. " Oh, I am terribly sorry," said the girl with the bushy hair and large teeth. "Crookshanks tends to be a little high strung, I am so sorry, had I noticed you were there I would never had let him out of the cage, My name's Hermione Granger and umm.... If you don't mind my asking why are you on the Hogwarts Express?"
" Oh, that's quite alright about the cat. My name is Gabrielle and I am to make arrangements for the delegation from Beauxbatons Academy."
" Ron Weasley," said the boy who had been blushing, shaking Bri's hand. "Beauxbatons, that sounds French, Is your family French? You speak English quite well."
" I don't know my real family. My parents died when I was one and I was taken from our home near London to a convent in France. When I got my letter from the Academy they implied that they were a Muggle secondary school that I had received a scholarship to. Madame Maxime let me attend Beauxbatons for free in exchange for light work. I help her care for the horses and I have been sent to Hogwarts to make preparations so that the Triwizard delegation more comfortable. I speak English so well because we always had nuns visiting from other countries,"
" Well I hope you enjoy your stay at Hogwarts, Gabrielle," said Ron.
"Oh, please call me Bri, but, er, what can I call your friend?" she asked, referring to the boy with the striking green eyes and unruly black hair.
Gol, this is odd thought Ron and Hermione. They had never had to introduce their best friend to a witch or wizard before. He was Harry Potter for Pete's sake! The Boy Who Lived! Who saved the world from You Know Who! His scar always gave that away. They had even seen her study Harry's forehead with interest for a few moments. Could it be the French knew nothing of Harry and Lord Voldemort?
" I, er, I'm Harry Potter, I would have introduced myself but I, er, figured you...er... already knew who I was."
" Harry, Potter, Oh, that does sound familiar... Omigosh you're the boy that brought about the end of Voldemort, (Ron winced at the name) I am a bit slow with magical history. As I said I grew up in a Muggle convent and I elected to take double Care of Magical Creatures instead of History of Magic," explained Bri apologetically.
The new friends chatted about Quidditch (Bri was a chaser) and school for a little while. Hedwig shared an owl treat with Bri's small tawny Daybreak. Then the 4 children 3 owls and orange coloured cat stepped out into the rain to begin the year that would change their lives forever.
A.N Whoa did I screw up I was apparently having a blonde day and listed Harry's eyes as blue.