A Different Kind of Magic: A Romance at Hogwarts.
Okay, I don't own Sailor Moon, or Harry Potter, OR The Chronicles of Narnia. (C.S. Lewis, J. K. Rowling, and Naoko Takeuchi hold those positions), I'm just doing this for fun... Hope you enjoy!! And please don't sue me and we can all go home happy.
Legend: ----Where they are at that time!---- Ron's thoughts *Harry's thoughts* ~Hermione's thoughts~ |Rochelle's thoughts| (Author's notes) (Btw, you don't hear their thoughts often, so don't expect it!)
Setting: begins in December of Harry and Ron's 5th year. Harry had wished on his 15th Birthday for a half-way normal year, that nothing totally drastic would happen, like meeting up with Lord Voldemort ("Don't say that name!" Sorry! .) again. As normal as things could be at a wizarding school, Harry Potter wanted them that way. Things had gone smoothly, Quidditch had started up again and Gryffindor had completely FLATTENED Hufflepuff in the match in October. Now life was slow enough, good enough. There were new first years, same old, same old. Now Christmas was approching... And it looked to be a promising Christmas indeed.
Ron and Harry walked down the corridor, yawning. Double Potions with Slytherin had just ended, and they were looking around; Seamus Finnigan having told them about a ruckus going on near the Ravenclaw common room. They were very curious, and Hermione had gone to the library, so they knew it couldn't hurt to check things out... ^.^ So they walked down the corridor. Things were quiet. They finally arrived to a small spot that seemed the perfect place to put the common room of the house Ravenclaw. There was a portrait of a man on a porch of a house settled on an open prairie.
"Can I help you?" smiled a honey-sweet voice near them. Harry jumped suddenly. Ron gave a yelp. The dulcet voice giggled quietly. They took in the sight of a girl that seemed their age. Her hair was light brown to dark blonde (15). Her eyes were a crystal clear green. She was tall and thin and had a beautiful smile. That smile she was flashing at them. "Uhm..." Ron sputtered, "Uhm...we heard there was something going on here. We just wanted to check things out. You know... make sure there's no trouble."
"Oh! I get it! You must be Head Boy!" the girl smiled. "I'm Rochelle. Rochelle Pevensie." She extended her hand and Ron shook it. Harry nudged him gently and extended his hand and Rochelle shook it. "I'm sorry you two came down here for no reason, but there really isn't a lot of commotion down here." Rochelle apologized, "But...a few people were getting over excited because of a transfer student..."
"Transfer student?" Harry puzzled. Rochelle nodded. "Me..I'm new here." Ron's eyes widened a bit. "I didn't think I'd seen you around before. Where are you from?" "Canada." "Canada, huh? That's great!" Harry whistled. Rochelle smiled at them again. An awkward silence followed. Ron coughed and then got an idea and winked at Harry. "Maybe Harry and I could show you around at lunch?" Rochelle nodded and smiled brighter than ever. "That would be excellent! I'd really like to meet some people...if you don't mind." Ron and Harry simultaneously shook their heads and thought of the people they wanted to introduce Rochelle to.
"Rochelle! C'mon, Miss Pevensie, you need to get your things unpacked!" called a shrill voice from inside the common room. "Well...I guess you can tell I have to go. It was nice meeting you." she uttered the password and climbed inside the portrait hole, with one last goodbye. Harry sighed loudly,"She's the girl of my dreams, I think..." "Yeah maybe. But you're not the guy of her dreams, I don't think." Ron said sardonically. "What!? Did you see that? She didn't even stare at my scar. But she was still impressed that I'm famous!" Harry spat. "Hardly!" The boys fought for quite some time...or atleast until they realized that they
were going to be late for Transfiguration.
----In the halls, on the way to the Transfiguration room----
"Harry, did you notice her last name?" Ron asked. "Yeah...'Pevensie'...what about it?" "It sounds familiar. Maybe her father invented something?" Ron suggested. Harry shrugged.
----At lunch----
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry were all sitting together. Hermione was reading a book over her lunch while Ron and Harry were trying to explain how they couldn't go back to the library with her WITHOUT telling her about Rochelle. Both of them had this sinking feeling in their guts that Hermione just wouldn't understand. "Hermione, we'd really love to go with you... but... uhm..." Ron attempted to explain, but he couldn't think of an excuse. "We have a previous engagement. We just promised a friend that we..would...do something with them." Hermione looked up from her book and blinked, a little in shock and disappointment and a little in curiousity.
"Well... I have most of my homework done already. May I come?" She invited herself to see what was happening. Ron and Harry glanced at each other nervously. "I don't think so...uhm...she...HE said that it was kind of a guy thing. You know, blood, gore...not something a girl should be exposed to." Ron covered. "Oh." Hermione frowned, "Okay then. Have a good time." She didn't want to admit it, but Hermione was jealous that Ron and Harry would rather spend time with one of their "guy friends" than her. Harry pushed his glasses up as he stood up. "Sorry Hermy; we promised her-HIM. Seeya later. C'mon Ron." Ron stood and walked with Harry to the doorway of the
Dining Hall. Rochelle was waiting outside and they walked casually to her but made it look like they were waiting for someone else until Hermione wasn't watching them anymore. Then they turned to Rochelle. "Sorry about that," Harry apologized. "Huh?" Rochelle raised her eyebrows. "Never mind," Ron chuckled.
----Walking down the corridors, Harry and Ron showing Rochelle every aspect of the castle----
"So, why'd you move here, Roch?" Ron asked sweetly. *Roch!? Oh geez...He better not be making moves on her.* Harry glared at the carpet furiously. "Well, my father was called to work for the Ministry in England, and since we weren't 'deeply rooted' in Canada, we decided what the hey?" "That's cool. We're so glad to have you here." Ron just kept reeling out the sweet stuff. *What is he trying to do? A girl like her would never go for an ugly git like him!* Harry butted in, "Rochelle, um... your last name... Pevensie. It sounds really familiar. Is any one of your relatives really famous or something?"
Rochelle nodded. "My grandfather, great-aunt Lucy, great-aunt Susan, and great-uncle Edmund are very important to the history of magic. They discovered the land of Narnia and became its rulers for a very long time." she explained.
Okay, I don't own Sailor Moon, or Harry Potter, OR The Chronicles of Narnia. (C.S. Lewis, J. K. Rowling, and Naoko Takeuchi hold those positions), I'm just doing this for fun... Hope you enjoy!! And please don't sue me and we can all go home happy.
Legend: ----Where they are at that time!---- Ron's thoughts *Harry's thoughts* ~Hermione's thoughts~ |Rochelle's thoughts| (Author's notes) (Btw, you don't hear their thoughts often, so don't expect it!)
Setting: begins in December of Harry and Ron's 5th year. Harry had wished on his 15th Birthday for a half-way normal year, that nothing totally drastic would happen, like meeting up with Lord Voldemort ("Don't say that name!" Sorry! .) again. As normal as things could be at a wizarding school, Harry Potter wanted them that way. Things had gone smoothly, Quidditch had started up again and Gryffindor had completely FLATTENED Hufflepuff in the match in October. Now life was slow enough, good enough. There were new first years, same old, same old. Now Christmas was approching... And it looked to be a promising Christmas indeed.
Ron and Harry walked down the corridor, yawning. Double Potions with Slytherin had just ended, and they were looking around; Seamus Finnigan having told them about a ruckus going on near the Ravenclaw common room. They were very curious, and Hermione had gone to the library, so they knew it couldn't hurt to check things out... ^.^ So they walked down the corridor. Things were quiet. They finally arrived to a small spot that seemed the perfect place to put the common room of the house Ravenclaw. There was a portrait of a man on a porch of a house settled on an open prairie.
"Can I help you?" smiled a honey-sweet voice near them. Harry jumped suddenly. Ron gave a yelp. The dulcet voice giggled quietly. They took in the sight of a girl that seemed their age. Her hair was light brown to dark blonde (15). Her eyes were a crystal clear green. She was tall and thin and had a beautiful smile. That smile she was flashing at them. "Uhm..." Ron sputtered, "Uhm...we heard there was something going on here. We just wanted to check things out. You know... make sure there's no trouble."
"Oh! I get it! You must be Head Boy!" the girl smiled. "I'm Rochelle. Rochelle Pevensie." She extended her hand and Ron shook it. Harry nudged him gently and extended his hand and Rochelle shook it. "I'm sorry you two came down here for no reason, but there really isn't a lot of commotion down here." Rochelle apologized, "But...a few people were getting over excited because of a transfer student..."
"Transfer student?" Harry puzzled. Rochelle nodded. "Me..I'm new here." Ron's eyes widened a bit. "I didn't think I'd seen you around before. Where are you from?" "Canada." "Canada, huh? That's great!" Harry whistled. Rochelle smiled at them again. An awkward silence followed. Ron coughed and then got an idea and winked at Harry. "Maybe Harry and I could show you around at lunch?" Rochelle nodded and smiled brighter than ever. "That would be excellent! I'd really like to meet some people...if you don't mind." Ron and Harry simultaneously shook their heads and thought of the people they wanted to introduce Rochelle to.
"Rochelle! C'mon, Miss Pevensie, you need to get your things unpacked!" called a shrill voice from inside the common room. "Well...I guess you can tell I have to go. It was nice meeting you." she uttered the password and climbed inside the portrait hole, with one last goodbye. Harry sighed loudly,"She's the girl of my dreams, I think..." "Yeah maybe. But you're not the guy of her dreams, I don't think." Ron said sardonically. "What!? Did you see that? She didn't even stare at my scar. But she was still impressed that I'm famous!" Harry spat. "Hardly!" The boys fought for quite some time...or atleast until they realized that they
were going to be late for Transfiguration.
----In the halls, on the way to the Transfiguration room----
"Harry, did you notice her last name?" Ron asked. "Yeah...'Pevensie'...what about it?" "It sounds familiar. Maybe her father invented something?" Ron suggested. Harry shrugged.
----At lunch----
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry were all sitting together. Hermione was reading a book over her lunch while Ron and Harry were trying to explain how they couldn't go back to the library with her WITHOUT telling her about Rochelle. Both of them had this sinking feeling in their guts that Hermione just wouldn't understand. "Hermione, we'd really love to go with you... but... uhm..." Ron attempted to explain, but he couldn't think of an excuse. "We have a previous engagement. We just promised a friend that we..would...do something with them." Hermione looked up from her book and blinked, a little in shock and disappointment and a little in curiousity.
"Well... I have most of my homework done already. May I come?" She invited herself to see what was happening. Ron and Harry glanced at each other nervously. "I don't think so...uhm...she...HE said that it was kind of a guy thing. You know, blood, gore...not something a girl should be exposed to." Ron covered. "Oh." Hermione frowned, "Okay then. Have a good time." She didn't want to admit it, but Hermione was jealous that Ron and Harry would rather spend time with one of their "guy friends" than her. Harry pushed his glasses up as he stood up. "Sorry Hermy; we promised her-HIM. Seeya later. C'mon Ron." Ron stood and walked with Harry to the doorway of the
Dining Hall. Rochelle was waiting outside and they walked casually to her but made it look like they were waiting for someone else until Hermione wasn't watching them anymore. Then they turned to Rochelle. "Sorry about that," Harry apologized. "Huh?" Rochelle raised her eyebrows. "Never mind," Ron chuckled.
----Walking down the corridors, Harry and Ron showing Rochelle every aspect of the castle----
"So, why'd you move here, Roch?" Ron asked sweetly. *Roch!? Oh geez...He better not be making moves on her.* Harry glared at the carpet furiously. "Well, my father was called to work for the Ministry in England, and since we weren't 'deeply rooted' in Canada, we decided what the hey?" "That's cool. We're so glad to have you here." Ron just kept reeling out the sweet stuff. *What is he trying to do? A girl like her would never go for an ugly git like him!* Harry butted in, "Rochelle, um... your last name... Pevensie. It sounds really familiar. Is any one of your relatives really famous or something?"
Rochelle nodded. "My grandfather, great-aunt Lucy, great-aunt Susan, and great-uncle Edmund are very important to the history of magic. They discovered the land of Narnia and became its rulers for a very long time." she explained.