Harry Potter and Yet Another Fifth Year Fic
By Chaosdragon
Welcome to the second installment of HPYAFYF. I hope you enjoy it. Please, please R/R. I only got one last time, so *sniff*. All flames will be used to warm up my massive cans of spam.
I don't own anything here except for Faye and Professor Raffil. Besides that, everything belongs to the wonderful, incredible genius, J.K. Rowling.
Read on!
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CHAPTER 2: The Sorting
As the Hogwarts Express rounded its final turn, Faye stood up and hung her head out of a window. "Incredible!" she exclaimed, ignoring the rain as she pushed an ear away from her face. "Nothing like Durmstrang, nothing at all."
"Where is Durmstang, anyway?" wondered Harry aloud.
Faye shrugged, ignoring the sounds of Malfoy's deflating feet from the next compartment over. "I dunno. It's Unplottable, y'see."
"I read that they teach the Dark Arts there," commented Hermione.
Faye nodded. "One of the reasons I transferred outta there."
"So your dad really was after Malfoy's dad, huh? Was he an Arour?" asked Ron.
Faye's ears twitched (she was starting to get fed up with all the questions). "No, he didn't work for the Ministry, I don't think. It was more of a private thing."
Questioning halted as Express groaned to a stop before the brackish, churning lake which seperated the rest of the world from Hogwarts. Leaving their luggage, the students jumped out of the train. Hagrid's familiar bushy head poked up over the sea of kids making their way to the horseless carriages nearby.
"Firs' years an' transfers over here!" shouted Hagrid. Faye bade farewell to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, then headed over to the waiting boats. Harry noticed several other tall students standing out above the smaller children. They spoke rapidly in different languages, pointing at the watercraft.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione clamored into the horseless carriages. After a short wait, they were off with the clatter of unseen hooves. There wasn't much conversation on the small trip. All that punctuated the silence were the steady clomp, clomp, clomp of the ghostly horse feet and the patter of rain against the top of the carriage.
After what seemed like ages, the carriages pulled to a stop in front of the looming castle. Everyone scrambled out, hauling their robes over their heads to prevent the rain from soaking their heads. Most everyone warily looked for Peeves, whom had thrown water balloons at them last year as they advanced up the stone steps to the castle.
Ron rubbed his stomach, which growled angrily in return. "Boy, I can taste that feast already! Let's hurry up now."
"I really do hope Faye gets into Gryffindor," stated Hermione. "She has good intentions, and she beat up Malfoy," (Ron and Harry chuckled at this) "but since she's from Durmstrang, the hat might take it against her- she told me if she's put in Slytherin she'll go back home."
Harry smiled. "I think she'll be in Gryffindor. Inflating Malfoy's feet! She'll be a hero!"
Ron burst out laughing just as the three entered the Great Hall. Taking up places at the Gryffindor table, they turned their attention toward the staff table, where the new students awaited their Sorting. Professor McGonagall carried the frayed Sorting Hat out onto its usual perch; the three-legged stool.
After a short wait, Hagrid marched in a batch of shivering first years as well as the few older students. Among the group stood Faye. She maintained an air of confidence, but this was offset by the fact that her ears were slowly turning a pale shade of green.
At the end of a short little ditty, the Sorting Hat fell silent. The first name was called.
"Andias, Jeb!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Bane, Tom!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
This continued until...
"Tweed, Faye!"
Faye, now completely green, made her way to the Sorting Hat, sild it over her head, and crossed her fingers. There was a long pause- the brim of the hat opened wide- and-
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Faye slid the hat off her head, and ignoring the mock sighs of relief from the Slytherin table, joined the cheering Gryffindors.
Finally, after all the names had been called. Professor Dumbledore stepped out from his chair behind the staff table and urged for quiet. Almost immediatley the tables calmed down. Dumbledore cleared his throat and began his speech.
"This year begins on a grim note. After the loss of many lives, both Muggle and wizard, the Ministry of Magic has finally admitted what I warned of last year: Voldemort has risen again."
Gasps and cries of "DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" echoed throughout the hall. Dumbledore held up his hand, bringing silence to the room again.
"We must remain on guard more than ever this year. As you may have noticed during the Sorting, older students have joined our ranks. They are from the two schools which visited us last year, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, as part of a transfer and exchange program. Our ties must remain strong during this turbulent time.
"We have a new teacher with us this year. Her name is Professor Raffil. She will be teaching you Potions for the term."
More gasps issued from the Gryffindor table. Neville's face had gone white as a ghost.
"T-then that means-" said Ron.
Dumbledore continued. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts job has been transferred to-"
"Professor Snape."
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Gyee-heee-hee! How d'ya like that? Snape finally got his dream job! Yay! See ya next time!
By Chaosdragon
Welcome to the second installment of HPYAFYF. I hope you enjoy it. Please, please R/R. I only got one last time, so *sniff*. All flames will be used to warm up my massive cans of spam.
I don't own anything here except for Faye and Professor Raffil. Besides that, everything belongs to the wonderful, incredible genius, J.K. Rowling.
Read on!
********************************************************************************************
CHAPTER 2: The Sorting
As the Hogwarts Express rounded its final turn, Faye stood up and hung her head out of a window. "Incredible!" she exclaimed, ignoring the rain as she pushed an ear away from her face. "Nothing like Durmstrang, nothing at all."
"Where is Durmstang, anyway?" wondered Harry aloud.
Faye shrugged, ignoring the sounds of Malfoy's deflating feet from the next compartment over. "I dunno. It's Unplottable, y'see."
"I read that they teach the Dark Arts there," commented Hermione.
Faye nodded. "One of the reasons I transferred outta there."
"So your dad really was after Malfoy's dad, huh? Was he an Arour?" asked Ron.
Faye's ears twitched (she was starting to get fed up with all the questions). "No, he didn't work for the Ministry, I don't think. It was more of a private thing."
Questioning halted as Express groaned to a stop before the brackish, churning lake which seperated the rest of the world from Hogwarts. Leaving their luggage, the students jumped out of the train. Hagrid's familiar bushy head poked up over the sea of kids making their way to the horseless carriages nearby.
"Firs' years an' transfers over here!" shouted Hagrid. Faye bade farewell to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, then headed over to the waiting boats. Harry noticed several other tall students standing out above the smaller children. They spoke rapidly in different languages, pointing at the watercraft.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione clamored into the horseless carriages. After a short wait, they were off with the clatter of unseen hooves. There wasn't much conversation on the small trip. All that punctuated the silence were the steady clomp, clomp, clomp of the ghostly horse feet and the patter of rain against the top of the carriage.
After what seemed like ages, the carriages pulled to a stop in front of the looming castle. Everyone scrambled out, hauling their robes over their heads to prevent the rain from soaking their heads. Most everyone warily looked for Peeves, whom had thrown water balloons at them last year as they advanced up the stone steps to the castle.
Ron rubbed his stomach, which growled angrily in return. "Boy, I can taste that feast already! Let's hurry up now."
"I really do hope Faye gets into Gryffindor," stated Hermione. "She has good intentions, and she beat up Malfoy," (Ron and Harry chuckled at this) "but since she's from Durmstrang, the hat might take it against her- she told me if she's put in Slytherin she'll go back home."
Harry smiled. "I think she'll be in Gryffindor. Inflating Malfoy's feet! She'll be a hero!"
Ron burst out laughing just as the three entered the Great Hall. Taking up places at the Gryffindor table, they turned their attention toward the staff table, where the new students awaited their Sorting. Professor McGonagall carried the frayed Sorting Hat out onto its usual perch; the three-legged stool.
After a short wait, Hagrid marched in a batch of shivering first years as well as the few older students. Among the group stood Faye. She maintained an air of confidence, but this was offset by the fact that her ears were slowly turning a pale shade of green.
At the end of a short little ditty, the Sorting Hat fell silent. The first name was called.
"Andias, Jeb!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Bane, Tom!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
This continued until...
"Tweed, Faye!"
Faye, now completely green, made her way to the Sorting Hat, sild it over her head, and crossed her fingers. There was a long pause- the brim of the hat opened wide- and-
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Faye slid the hat off her head, and ignoring the mock sighs of relief from the Slytherin table, joined the cheering Gryffindors.
Finally, after all the names had been called. Professor Dumbledore stepped out from his chair behind the staff table and urged for quiet. Almost immediatley the tables calmed down. Dumbledore cleared his throat and began his speech.
"This year begins on a grim note. After the loss of many lives, both Muggle and wizard, the Ministry of Magic has finally admitted what I warned of last year: Voldemort has risen again."
Gasps and cries of "DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" echoed throughout the hall. Dumbledore held up his hand, bringing silence to the room again.
"We must remain on guard more than ever this year. As you may have noticed during the Sorting, older students have joined our ranks. They are from the two schools which visited us last year, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, as part of a transfer and exchange program. Our ties must remain strong during this turbulent time.
"We have a new teacher with us this year. Her name is Professor Raffil. She will be teaching you Potions for the term."
More gasps issued from the Gryffindor table. Neville's face had gone white as a ghost.
"T-then that means-" said Ron.
Dumbledore continued. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts job has been transferred to-"
"Professor Snape."
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Gyee-heee-hee! How d'ya like that? Snape finally got his dream job! Yay! See ya next time!