Note: The HTML really got screwed up and it took me and hour or two to
fix it. There might still be some HTML code left, so I apologize for it.
Oh, and I also can't spell. Just to warn you...
Today the transfer students
would arrive. Harry got up and dressed quickly, assuming that breakfast
would be cut short for the Coming Ceremony. Tomorrow he would have
to do the same thing for the Hogwarts students' Leaving Ceremony.
He felt his eye with gentle fingers. All the swelling was gone and
most of the pain had left him. It was still black though. He entered
the Great Hall to discover that it had gone through a great transformation.
The tables were arranged towards the edges of the room and a raised platform
stood in the center. Harry, and just about every other student in
the Hall, was anxious with anticipation. He scanned the table
for Ron, but remembered that they 'weren't friends anymore'. Harry
then looked for Hermione, making sure Ron didn't prevent her leaving on
the Transfer Program. It would be for the best if she left, but Ron
would probably take it personally. He did too.
Harry saw Ron come
pouting and stomping in from the Griffendor hallway. An angry
looking Hermione followed him soon. 'Yup, she must have told him,'
Harry thought. He was glad Hermione was strong willed and wasn't
intimidated by Ron's large (and quite beautiful) body. Ron would
never raise his hand to Hermione, i>never/i>, but he still looked
intimidating when he was mad. And Harry knew this from his recently
xperienced fights with Ron. He took a seat next to Ginny and Neville.
Ginny gave Harry a sympathizing look, knowing of Ron's unusual behavior.
Harry looked up, noticed Dumbledore standing up, and quieted some of the
talkative first years across from him, knowing a speech when he saw one.
Dumbledore raised his hands for silence.
"In two minutes from
now, our transfer students shall arrive from their separate locations.
Please welcome them with kindness, as they will likely be nervous," he
said. He looked around proudly at his students. "Will everyone please
raise to greet our new friends," he said, and everyone rose from their
seats. Harry was surprised that there wasn't a long monologue speech, but
didn't dwell too much on the problem. Dumbledore fiddled with his wand
and mumbled something, making a piece of parchment appear out of the tip
of his wand. He arranged his glasses onto the tip of his nose,
and then down looked at the parchment. He cleared his throat then
read,
"Suzannah Spiffers," and no more than two seconds later, Suzannah appeared before the crowd. She had her wand pointed at a silver pebble in her hand. She looked around her, eyes wide, startled that the special portkey had worked so fast. They were continually developing new magical devices, and faster portkeys was just one of the many new products on the market now. Suzannah was wearing dark blue robes with red accents (on the collar and the edge of the bottom of her robe) with a golden clasp holding the front together, embossed with her school's crest (A blue eagle with a wand in it's claws and a wizard's hat on it's head, with red spark coming out of the wand). Under that she was wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt. Obviously from America. Harry could think of only three magical schools that he knew of in America.
'Hey, she's pretty,' he
started to think, 'but not prettier than Cho Chang of course.
Well, maybe she is…' he smiled to himself (causing Neville to
give him a funny look and question his friend's sanity). 'Eeesh,
better not let Cho hear your thoughts' he decided to himself
and smiled once more. [a/n: It's fun to think to yourself,
isn't it?]
"Whoah," Suzannah said,
obviously surprised at the large group of people. She turned in a
circle and Harry noticed she was wearing black leather cowgirl boots.
So she must be from the Texas Magic al Academy. Dumbledore smiled
his happy little 'everything-will-be-just-fine' smile at her,
"Welcome, Suzannah," he said. He
began to applaud, and everyone joined in quickly, least they offend this
newcomer. Suzannah smiled back at Dumbledore, then walked to
the edge of the platform. She hopped down and (at Albus's gesture)
took a seat at the Hufflepuff table. Dumbledore peered at the list
again and read out the next name,
"Ezekiel Hernandez." The young man appeared
in the center of the platform, holding his wand at a pebble, just like
Suzannah. Every girl in the room (who had even the least sense of
who was good looking) let out a synchronized and astonished "Oh, wow!"
Ezekiel smiled a charming smile (second only to Ron's) and all the girls
gasped in awe. This was possibly the hottest man alive (besides
Ron). Harry noticed even Malfoy looking the guy over. He burst
out laughing. He had always suspected that Draco 'swung that way'……
(a/n: **Sorry all you Draco lovers out there,
I just had to add that in there. Draco's a sexy babe… maybe I'll
write a fanfic later with him not liking other men : ) **)
Ezekiel gazed around
the room with astounding light blue crystal eyes that became almost clear
when he looked strait at you. He gave Hermione a long, smiling
look and she couldn't help but blush. Good thing Ron didn't notice…
Dumbledore guided Ezekiel to a table (Griffendor) and got him a seat (that
just happened to be across from Hermione and Ron). Ron did notice this,
however, and gave Ezekiel a steady glare. His constant glare
let him see Ezekiel's glance continually returning to Hermione.
He looked away from Ezekiel, beginning to get angry. Did he
really think she would fall for such a melon-headed moron? He looked
at Hermione and was stunned at what he saw. She was actually enjoying
this chum's attention! Ron looked away, disgusted.
Alright, that's it: he'd be ok with Hermione leaving now.
"Oh Hermione,
honey,
could you pass the salt?" He said, trying to divert her attention.
She took her eyes of Ezekiel for a moment.
"What did you say Ron?"
Ron sighed in exasperation.
He leaned over and kissed Hermione, quite passionately. He was worried
that she didn't like him anymore. He started getting real worried,but
she kissed him back with equal…er…force, and he was sure that he was still
in her good graces. He then drew back finally and took a deep breath
(It was quite a long kiss had lasted so long he had begun to get dizzy
from lack of oxygen). He could tell Hermione was dizzy too, by the
look on her face. She also blushed at having kissed Ron back
with such passion.
"*ahem* So,
how was your day Hermione?" Ron asked her with a smile.
She grinned back, apologetic for having oogled Ezekiel. Ron
didn't mind anymore though, because he knew the she still loved him.
(aww……*sniff*)
"Wonderful, Ron, just wonderful."
She reached for his hand under the table. They held hands all throughout
the ceremony. Finally, after Sharra Marcela, Rodger Walkman and Rachel
Calvin were introduced, everyone gave a last round of applause and then
ran out of the Great Hall to enjoy their free day.
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Sharra Marcela look back at the young man she had been eye-balling for the past ten minutes. Man was he hot. He had taken off his robe and cloak too (it was hot that day) and was wearing the uniform shirt and pants. His shirt was obviously too small for him (Poor Ron couldn't afford a new one yet), but that just outlined his well formed body all the more. She watched as he yawned and then stretched. He started talking again to the two people next to him.
"Ok, here goes nothing…' She ran up to the boy, next to the black haired kid and the brown haired chic. She interrupted their conversation and asked Ron,
"Excuse me, but what's your
name?"
"Uh…Ron. Ron Weasley.
May I ask why?" Sharra looked to either side of her, then
back to Ron.
"Well, Ron…"
She smiled, she couldn't help it. "I was going to
say… Enlevez votre chemise!" she yelled and then danced
away with a fit of
giggles. Haha! Her plan worked.
Now only if he would actually do it…
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Ron looked around him, not sure if he was at the
correct meeting place. He had been promised in his dreams some real
friends. This is where he had been told to come.
Soon other robed figures appeared around him. He felt his himself
step out of the shadows. His body moved almost as if it weren't in
his control and his thoughts kept returning to the same two
ideas: Harry is bad.
Voldermort is good.
"And why should I hate my best friend,
and then welcome the devil into my home?" he asked his mind aloud.
It didn't reply, but just re-sent him the message he had heard all week.
'Join us --your family. You will find out just how much
you will appreciate the power we can give you. Join us, and you we
will solve all problems. Harry is a fool. But you are
smart and can rise above all else.' So Ron did what he thought
was his only option--and joined them, his new family. He felt like
he had no choice anyways. He didn't know he could fight his own mind.
Besides, how could he?
His mind told him he was finally glad to be able to belong somewhere.
Stupid mind.
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Hey everyone, sorry this took so long to put up here. I was gone
for two weeks. I'm gonna be gone for another month, so
sorry for the delay. I'll try to get part five up soon, but I only
have a few days.
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