Harry Potter and Yet Another Fifth Year Fic

Harry Potter and Yet Another Fifth Year Fic
By ChaosDragon

Ahhh! Welcome to my first attempt at a Harry Potter Fanfic. I hope you will enjoy it. This series will vary from a lame attempt at humor to a full fledged battle (between whom, I'm not gonna say), so be prepared for a little variety. Please R/R.

This chapter is rated G, but it'll get up to PG-13 in later ones.

I don't own Harry Potter, and I don't have five bucks. So I'm not making money off of this. Don't sue. Oh, yeah. And the Latin's fake.
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Chapter 1: New Friends

Well, it had been another horrible summer at Pivet Drive. Upon returning home from Hogwarts, Harry found that Dudley was still on his diet. This meant that he would have to ride out another summer on carrot sticks, grapefruit, and a few treats sent in from his friends. Blindingly painful, his scar hurt almost every night now. Harry assumed that Voldemort could only be gaining power.

However, his misery was cut short when Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley himself executed a rather daring escape in the middle of the night involving Ministry cars, ton-tounge toffee, and a rubber chicken. Harry's summer would brighten considerably after this point.

It was now day three for Harry at the Burrow, and the day that he and the Weasley family would be heading to Diagon Alley to pick up supplies for the coming year. Setting out early from the weird old house, they arrived at the famed street at around ten o'clock. It was the typical scene that Harry now knew well; children in robes scurrying about on the narrow lane, pressing their heads against the windows of the shops. Through the crowd of wizards and witches, Harry saw a familiar bush of brown hair.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted over the din. "'Lo!"

The head in the crowd turned. "Hello, Harry! Hello, Ron!" Yep, it was Hermione all right. She stood considerably taller than when Harry had last seen her, and he could see a shining prefect badge pinned to her shirt. He also noticed that she was dragging another girl behind her.

This girl was wearing simple robes of black cloth over her body, showing a very thin frame. One long arm was grasping a huge chest which was dragging around behind her. She stood taller than even Ron, who had hit his growth spurt early over the summer. Almost comically large ears framed her blue eyes, pushing her long brown hair aside. She blushed.

"H-hi. I'm Faye... you must be Harry Potter, and you're Ron. Hermione's told me all 'bout you..." stuttered the girl, who was looking at her feet. Her voice was smooth and a touch cool.

"I met her on the way over. Guess what? Faye's a genuine elf! She's just transferred to Hogwarts from Durmstrang," exclaimed Hermione.

"Elf?" asked Harry, looking at Faye's huge ears. "But they're all... small..."

"Well, I'm not a house-elf, if that's what you mean," said Faye. Her ears twitched at this. "I'm a True Elf. We're from the northeastern forests..." Faye was cut off by Hermione.

"All the books I've read say that True Elves have been around even longer than humans! Amazing, isn't it?" cut in Hermione.

"Yeah..." said Ron. "My dad said he used to work with a True Elf. Mr. Treeflower, I think. Nasty git, he was."

One of Faye's ears twitched again. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Ron's ears turned pink. "Er... Nothing! Nothing at all."

Throughout the rest of the day the four wandered from shop to shop, picking up items while filling in their new pal about the events of the past four years. Finally, when they were in the bookstore, Ron turned and asked Hermione what had been on both his and Harry's minds throughout the trip.

"So, what happened between you and Viktor?" he wondered.

Hermione cast her eyes to the ground. "We, uh, broke up."

"What?" asked Ron. "Why? I thought you and Viktor vere an item..." he shuddered as Faye gave him a comical bop on the head.

"Hmph. That's none of your business," said Hermione in a bossy tone.

Faye sat down on a chair in the store and moved her massive chest (eeww! -ED) onto her lap. She pulled it opened and fussed with the contents inside. Ron glanced over into the chest.

"What's all that in there? It just looks like a whole buch of sticks and some straw," he commented.

Faye smiled, cocking one ear. "I'm gonna design broomsticks after I graduate Hogwarts, see? I'm making a prototype model right now." She pulled out a broomstick with a few finley attached pieces of straw on it. "There's still a lot of work to go, though."

"Really? Are you thinking of trying out for a Quidditch team?" asked Harry, examining the broomstick. It was carefully polished and definatley handmade.

"Yeah. For Gryffindor, I hope. But since I came from Durmstrang..." Faye trailed off, shaking her head. "I don't wanna be in Slytherin."

A few hours later the four split up, Hermione going to her parent's waiting car outside of the alley, Ron and Harry returning to the Burrow by way of Floo powder, and Faye heading to the Leaky Cauldron. The four would be reunited in only a few days when the Hogwarts Express left its usual station.

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Three days later, the entire Weasley household was up before dawn. The usual rush to pack up scattered things began as soon as Harry opened his eyes. People were runnning up and down the stairs hauling trunks, cauldrons, and other items out of the house. They would be travelling by cab again this year to King's Cross.

At ten o'clock the cabs finally arrived and everyone piled in. Clearly disgrunteled, the cab driver tried to ignore the hooting coming from Pig's cage as he drove on to the train station. Fourty-five minutes later, the cabs arrived at King's Cross, leaving fifteen minutes for the Weasleys and Harry to make it through the barrier between platforms Nine and Nine and Three-Quarters without being noticed by Muggles.

Harry went first. He waited for a large group of tourists to wander by, then sped off with his trolley, walking faster and faster until he was through the wall and out the other side.

There stood the Hogwarts Express, the familiar red engine which took the students to Hogwarts and back again every year without fail. Mrs. Weasley turned and delivered a large kiss on the cheek to each member of her family, and to his embarrassment, Harry.

"Awww, mum!" muttered George, wiping his cheek with his sleeve. "C'mon, we're in public!"

"Come on everyone, on the train! Have a good term!" commanded Mrs. Weasley, pretending she hadn't heard George.

Harry and Ron hauled their trunks back to one of the end compartments where they usually sat. Hermione and Faye were already there, deep in a heated discussion about House-Elf rights.

"Really! I've spoken to them about it, and they love their lives the way they are!" exclaimed Faye.

"But what about Dobby, I've told you how he likes being free," said Hermione.

"He's a weird one, then," said Faye, who looked over at Ron and Harry. "Oh, hullo. The train's leaving soon."

Just then a whistle blew as the Hogwarts Express pulled slowly away from the platform. Harry sighed and flopped into a seat. Finally! He was back on his way to Hogwarts after a horrible waiting period.

Most of the ride on the train went without incident (except for Faye and Hermione's argument about elf rights) as the terrain passing by the train windows turned more and more wild. However, near the end of the ride, trouble came in the form of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. They tromped into the train car that the four friends were sitting in.

"Hello, Potter. I hear there's a transfer from Durmstrang here- and that she's not even human," Malfoy said. He paused and looked at Faye's ears. "Huh. Durmstrang must've lowered its standards, letting a house-elf into their school."

Faye's ears reddened and pressed back against her head. "Draco Malfoy, I presume. My father used to work to round your father up."

Malfoy glanced again at Faye and sniggered. "My father," he said, "could have crushed your father's head like a grape!"

That did it. Faye stood abruptly, letting her wand slide down from a sleeve in her robe. She pointed it directly at Malfoy, who had drawn his wand.

"Invicto Tempanus!" shouted Faye before Malfoy could get a curse off.

Malfoy fell over backwards, knocking into Crabbe and Goyle. His feet were growing to a tremendous size at a quick rate. Faye stomped over and pushed the stunned three back into another compartment, then sat down.

"Woah!" said Ron. "What curse was that? I'd have to learn it."

"It's a variation of the Engorgement Charm. I think it's called the Titan's Feet Curse," giggled Faye. A loud PLORP! came from the compartment Malfoy had been pushed into as his feet pushed up against the door.

Harry smiled. "You'll get into Gryffindor now for sure! Any enemy of Malfoy is a friend of ours!"

The group looked out the windows of the Express as it made its final turn.

"Wahoo! We're here!" exclaimed Ron.

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NEXT CHAPTER: The Sorting, something bad starts brewing...