The tale of a Female Werewolf
Part 4
The first day Part 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I only own Amanda Ookami and characters related to her.
A/N: I changed the format of the story so it makes what the people are saying more interesting. I'll probably go back though the rest of the story later and change it all… just read and enjoy! Also Review! Thanks.
Amanda woke up the next morning from the sun shining though a crack in the drapes around her bed.
"My God, is it morning all ready?" she asked to no one in particular.
"Yup, it is," said Hermione, coming up from the common room at the same time.
"How late in the morning?" Amanda asked.
"About 8:30," Hermione replied. "And classes start in half an hour."
"Oh shoot. I don't even know what classes I have or anything like that!" Amanda exclaimed. "What am I suppose to do?"
"Don't worry, I ask Professor McGonnagall for your schedule," Hermione replied, tossing Amanda her timetable. "And I have some chocolate frogs from yesterday that you can eat now. So hurry up and get ready, or we'll be late for Potions."
"Okay, okay, I going." Amanda got up and got ready for the day. When she went down to the common room ten minutes later, she saw Hermione, Ron and Harry all waiting for her
" Thanks for waiting, guys. I don't what I would have done if you left without me."
"You'd probably end up in some cool secret passage on the opposite side of the school from the Potions dungeon and never know how to get out." Harry made up. " Then we'd probably be looking for you for a week or two…"
"Shut up harry," Hermione said, slightly annoyed.
"And then, you would never tell us about how you got there, because you wouldn't remember," Ron helped to finish what Harry was saying.
"Shut up Ron," Hermione said, even more annoyed.
"Sorry. Who peed in your corn flakes this morning, Herm." Harry asked.
"No one. Just give the poor girl a break. It's her first day here!" Hermione said, even more annoyed. She gave them both a death-glare.
"Shutting up." They squeaked.
"That's better." She said. "Now come on, lets go to Potions before we're late."
They left the common room on their way down to the dungeon. Hermione was telling Amanda about the different passages in the school and where they led.
"And down that way is the Transfiguration room…" Hermione said.
"I suck in Transfiguration. It's my absolute worse subject." Amanda said to no one in particular.
"Really? What subjects are you good in?" asked Hermione.
"Well, my two best subjects are Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts…"
"Oh, looks like Harry's got a little competition this year." Ron said, mockingly.
"Potions?!" Harry asked, surprised.
"Yes Harry, Potions. And I'm okay in Arthimancy and Charms…" she went on.
"I'm not really all that good in Charms either," Ron replied.
"Potions?!?!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yes, Harry." Amanda replied annoyed. "But I suck in Transfiguration and Divinations."
"POTIONS?!?!?" Harry asked, yet again.
"Yes Harry! I'm good in Potions!" Amanda exclaimed, quite annoyed at this point. "As a matter of fact, it's my best Class! Now, get over it!"
"Sorry. It's just amazing…" Harry said, dazedly.
"Whatever Harry." Hermione sighed. "I'm good in Potions, and you don't make a big deal out of that."
"That's because you hate Snape and Snape hates you." Ron said, helpfully.
"Whatever." Hermione replied. The rest of the walk to the dungeon was quite silent. Hermione was still telling Amanda where everything was and Harry and Ron were most likely discussing Hermione's annoyance.
"And here's the Potions classroom." Hermione finished, when they finally reached it.
The little group walked in. Harry and Ron sat in the very back of the room while Hermione and Amanda sat in front of them. The bell rang about five minutes later. Snape called out the names of all the students to make sue that everyone was there. When he finished, he quickly quizzed Amanda on a few different ingredients, which she got all right. Snape was kind of surprised at this, but hey, what can ya do. HE told the class what they were making for the day and started going though some stuff at his desk. Amanda and Hermione started on their Pimples Potions, which when mixed with sugar, made someone grow a huge pimple right on the center of their nose.
" Can you please pass the Boomslang skin, Hermione?" Amanda asked as she worked on mixing the ingredients.
"Here you are," Hermione said, hand Amanda the ingredient she needed. They worked like this for the next hour, taking turns to stir it. By the end of the period, Gryffindor had won five points for Amanda and Hermione's potion being absolutely perfect and Slytherin had lost five points for Draco spilling his Potion all over the floor. As they four left the classroom, they started talking about how weird it was.
"My god, Snape actually gave Gryffindor points." Harry said in total and utter shock. "This is gonna be one odd year."
"Well, you lucky that you have such an excellent Potions brewer in your house. But I'll probably lose a whole heck of a lot of points in Transfiguration." Amanda said.
"Oh, don't worry about that." Ron said. "Hermione will make up for that."
"Oh, sush." Hermione said, blushing slightly. "I'm not that good in Transfiguration."
"What do you have after lunch," Harry asked everyone, trying to stop an oncoming argument between Hermione and Ron.
"I have Divinations," Amanda said, helping Harry because she also saw what was coming. "How bout you Hermione?"
"I have sixth year Transfiguration." She said.
"Sixth year?" asked Ron, confused.
"Professor McGonnagall wanted me to skip ahead a grade and take fifth year too." Hermione explained. "SO I said I would."
Ron muttered something under his breath that sounded like figures. Amanda didn't say anything, because it looked like Hermione never noticed and also because she didn't want them to start a fight.
"So, what do you have after Divinations?" Harry asked, also see another fight coming.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Amanda replied. "You?"
"Same two classes as you," Harry said. "I wonder how Professor Trelawney is gonna predict my death this year?"
"Oh God, that must suck," Amanda said. "Having your death predicted all the time."
"Yeah, I guess."
The little group walked down to the Great Hall for lunch.
A/N: I'm sorry this is so short and it took so long to upload, but I have been busy lately. Um… I tried to get it up on Monday but I couldn't. I've also had a major writers block lately. I hope it was good, even though it wasn't all that detailed. R/R please! Thanks!
