CHAPTER 4
Geray cried. She didn't know how long she had sat on this strange bed weeping. Everything she
knew was gone. It had all hit her like a rocket, and now she was the remains of where it had it. She
was a wreck.
Her mind started wandering back to the time when she knew what age she was. To a time when she
was the Princess of all the Northern land. To a time when she had people she loved. She had
nothing now.
She picked herself off the bed and crossed the room to her wardrobe. What a kind Headmaster. He
had put all traditional clothes of her time in here. It was a kind though, but she would stay in this
dress for as long as she could, she didn't like the idea of not wearing a fake dress, made in the
21st century. She liked her dress. The only dress her mother had ever made by hand.
She dropped her hand to her sword. Her mother had given her this sword. She unsheathed it. By
her mothers sword she would die. She would never have to face the sorrow of this evil new world
that she did not belong in. This was not her world. She should have been gone a long time ago.
She brought the sword to her heart. She could feel in pumping. She could feel a muscle that
should have stopped long ago. It would stop now. It would go to sleep and never wake up.
Goodnight heart. She would let the sword reach it's final resting place. It would live forever in her,
rusting and ageing. 'Goodnight world' she thought.
But then she heard something outside. She dropped her sword on the floor and walked over to the
giant window facing the grounds. Below she saw a large man leading a horse up towards the castle.
She raced to the door, but then remembered she wasn't supposed to be seen. She slumped down
on the floor in sorrow that she could leave the confinments of her room. It was a prison. A fancy
prison, that's all. She had nice things, but no freedom. She buried her head in her hands, but as
she did something fell from the self next to the door. Liquid Material. The invisibility cloak.
She threw the cloak on and walked out the portrait hole. She straitened it out so that you couldn't
see her feet and ran down the stairs.
She didn't realize how much noise she was making until she came to the foot of the stairs. A older
woman with her hair up in a tight bun and glasses walked by. "Who's there?" she called out. Geray
was told not to let anyone know that she was here, so she just kept on walking, ignoring complete
the woman who stood there confused.
She knew that they had passed the main entrance when they went to her room this morning. She
walked further and found herself in some large hall. At one end was the Headmaster with the large
man at his side, and in between them was-
She ran down the hall, her feet slamming on the stone with every heavy step she took. She had to
reach them. "Headmaster!!" she called, but then realized that she was still in the cloak. She stood
at his side panting, and then took the cloak off. The large man jumped with fright at the girl
standing there.
"Hagrid, this is Geray." Dumbledore said "She was what was in stone you and Mister Malfoy brought
up to my office."
"Ahhh" he said with relief.
" Mister Headmaster sir, that is my horse!!"
"Geray? Are you sure, Normally muggle horses don't live past twenty-five years. I don't believe that
it would be possible for your horse to still be alive"
"I can prove it. I was able to mindspeak with my horse Quicksilver" When Geray said the name his
head popped up and he stopped pawing the ground..:Quicksliver, are you in there?:. She asked the
horse.: Right here my lady, I stayed by your side like you told me too, I wouldn't leave you:. The
horse said back. "Well, I can't prove it , but it's my horse." Geray said. Dumbledore looked at her.
"My dear, why didn't you tell me about this power last night?"
"I don't know, I guess it must have slipped my mind. I had been asleep for centuries."
"Well Geray, this certainly is amazing. How on earth did a muggle horse stay alive for so long?"
" I told you I was the first witch. I have powers witches of today don't have, and I barely have
touched the surface of my powers. You did say that you would get me a tutor right?"
"Yes my dear."
"Good, because I can remember my mother, who was a seer, saying that I was destined for
greatness, and that I would be the most powerful witch of all time. I would like to she her prophecy
come true, and to do that I will need a tutor."
"Of course" Dumbledore said. He seemed a little out of it, like he was thinking something very deep.
" Hagrid will you take care of Quicksilver for Geray?"
"Oh course Professa" He said as he started to lead the horse out of the hall.
"Geray, since you still have that cloak of mine, I would like you to keep it, so that you may do
something outside of your room. Dinner tonight is at seven o'clock, I would like for you to sit with
one of the students you met last night. The tables won't be too crowded. I'll tell them that you will
be joining them. I don't want you sheltered for too long. Your tutor will be with you by tomorrow.
Good afternoon Geray."
"Good after noon Professor" Geray said. She put the cloak back over her head, and decided to take
a little tour of the castle that used to be hers.
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She wandered the ancient halls aimlessly, staring into the thick stone that once ago had belong to
the Northern land, passed down for generations. The good king John had ruled from here, and so
had Abram, Isaac, and Claudius, all of the good Kings, up until her father. That horrible man who
stole her life. Her mother had told her she would be the greatest witch of all time. Her mother had
told her all men of the age would bow to her, that prophecy would never come true. Her chances
for greatness, her chances for glory, her chance to be a hero, all gone when that evil man put her to
sleep. She could remember almost everything now. A few things would fly into her head every now
and again, and she would put them in the back of her mind and store them for a later time.
She walked down a cold hallway, colder than the rest. Maybe she was going down. She had heard
a few of the passing people mention how cold the dungeons were. She turned a corner and found
herself in a large room, but this one was carpeted, one of the few that was. There was an old lady
sitting behind a large desk, and after that there were thousand apon thousands of books. All lining
the walls, covering the room like a comfy blanket. She could live in here.
She walked down one row of books to where they columns broke to have a hallway through. Down
at the end of it was a section roped off. It was darker in there. Geray decided, maybe another time.
She walked across the aisle and came to another opening with large chairs and couches, not like
the hard tables and chairs in the front. It looked like a place of relaxation, and fantasy, people
could loose themselves here, and maybe never want to be found.
There were a few people here. Not many though, a small girl in the corner clutching a book in her
hands, vividly reading like no tomorrow, and one other group of people on the other end of the
break. She walked over in that direction to she what they were doing. Geray could see from this
distance that they had been here a long time. There were shinney coloured papers on the floor,
and they all looked about to fall asleep. When she got close enough (Right behind them actually)
she could tell these were people she knew. These were the people she had seen this morning and
the night before. The girl's name she could remember, Hermione, but she couldn't remember the
rest. But she did remember that he blonde boy was very handsome.
"Alright guys, we've found a few things, why don't we pack up for the night, and get to dinner. I'll
take the books to my room with me and see if I can find any more tonight. We'll reconvene here
tomorrow morning." Hermione said
The two boys pulled themselves out of the chairs, but not without struggle. They had been sitting
there for so long there were imprints in the chairs of where they had been. They all walked right
passed Geray and headed to the front desk to check out the books they had been looking at. Geray
followed them. She would talk to Hermione like The Headmaster had told her. She would get a real
meal tonight.
When the group was outside of the library Geray thought it best to tell them she was there. She
looked around to make sure that no one was coming and then stepped in front of them and let the
cloak fall to the ground.
"Hello all." she said cheerily. Hermione just about fainted from fright, but Draco caught her.
"Geray what do you think you're doing?" Draco asked in a very outraged whisper.
"The headmaster told me to go to dinner with you" She said innocently "Didn't he talk to you?"
"Geray, we've been in the Library all day, we haven't seen much of anything, except lots of paper,
and an outraged friend of ours" Harry said
"I would't say he was a friend to all of us" Draco implied. The two Gryffindors glared at him, he
would keep his mouth shut about Ron for a while.
"Well, come on." Hermione said, with a hint of anger in her voice. She took Geray by the sleeve of
her dress and threw the cloak back on her. Hermione kept pulling her, until they reached a door
you had to tickle to get it to open. They walked inside and found thousands of Hogwarts robes lying
scattered everywhere. The one House elf who was in there, fled when he saw them enter the room.
Hermione pulled the cloak off of Geray and locked the door.
"If your going to eat with us, we can't smuggle food under that cloak." She said with a smile on her
face. She had lightened up to the innocent girls charm. Hermione believed that no one could not
like her after a while. The group rummaged through the room for some robes that fit her. They
finally found one, and a hat to go with it, to block most of her face. It was always optional to where
your hat, some people did it all the time, and some never did. Hermione pushed the Hat onto her
head to block most of her face, the pulled her hair around to block the rest of it. She picked up the
pixie off her neck, and placed it under the robe. Hermione unlocked the door and the group
headed down to dinner.
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When they entered then hall they found that only one table was out. Dumbledore did this when
there were only a few people staying over the break. Luckily for them, the only others here were
Ron, Ginny, Dean, A Hufflepuff fourth year, and a Gryffindor first year Harry had never met, or seen
for that matter before. Draco walked over to the table first, so not to look like he was with the other
three. The Harry, Hermione, and Geray walked over and sat as far away from everyone else as
possible. Even though they were upset that Ron was angry with them, they were happy that he
wasn't trying to sit with them, because they would only have to push him away again.
Dumbledore stood up from the still erect teachers "I see you have all realized that you will all sit
together today, I hope you don't mind. Since there seem to be so few of you, it wouldn't be too
bright to have all of the tables out, mind you, I will keep the staff table out, for all of our teachers
aren't going anywhere." Harry thought about that for a moment, he hadn't really thought about
where his teachers would live, when they weren't teaching. He figured that they didn't have enough
of a life to ever even go home.
With a faint pop tons of food appeared in front of their eyes, like it always did. Geray jumped with a
bit of a shock to see food appear out of nowhere. She reached out for a drumstick and placed it on
her golden plate. "We had silver" she said quietly staring at the plate.
"'Cuse me?" Harry said with a mouth full of food. All he had to eat today were some chocolate
frogs he normally kept in his trunk.
"At North Castle we always had silver. I don't believe we owned a single gold piece. All of the court
ladies wore silver jewelry, all of our crowns were silver, even my necklace was silver. I even have
silver buttons on my dress. Father hated gold." She said, still staring at her plate. Harry had
noticed when she became very involved in memory, she would become quiet and in a trance-like
state.
"Oh, ok." Harry said while swallowing. Just then Ron stood up and walked over to them.
"SO whose this?" He said with anger spewing from his words.
"This, um.... Harry.....Who is this?" Hermione said, trying to solve a question that they hadn't thought
they would be asked.
"Um, this...." Harry quickly looked around the table. "This is Angelina" his mind never strayed far
from Quidditch, thinking of the chaser who had graduated a year ahead of Rons brothers Fred and
George "She's in Ravenclaw" He said quickly noticing that None of the people here were from that
house. Geray stayed quiet the whole time. She didn't want to ruin anything. She continued to stare
at the plate, keeping her head down, and not letting anyone she her face.
"Ok. Fine. Hang out with anyone BUT me. First MALFOY then a RAVENCLAW!!!! come on!!!! What is
SO bad about the happy people of GRYFFINDOR!!!" He screamed and then stormed back to Ginny
and Dean.
"Who was that? " Geray asked " And why did you say my name was Angelina?, and what is a
Ravenclaw?"
"I didn't want people to know about you, I'm just trying to keep my word to Dumbledore, Ravenclaw
is a house name, there aren't any Ravenclaws here, so I figured that nobody would know that you
weren't one, except maybe the teachers, but I don't think that they caught very much of that." Harry
said
"Well, good job Harry. Sorry about me stumbling all over the place like a brainless turd" Hermione
said, and then turned her attention back to Draco who was sitting all alone at the other end of the
table.
"Earth to Hermione. Earth to Hermione? Hello?? Anybody in there???" Harry said waving his hands
around her the side of her face. No reply " Forget it" And Harry turned back to the food he was so
eagerly munching apon.
When everyones tummies were larger they returned to the Common rooms for the night. Harry,
Hermione, and Draco waited until everyone had gone. They just sat at their ends of the table, not
looking at each other. When Draco got up, Hermione, and Harry got up moments afterward. Geray
followed their lead and rose from her seat and walked out of the hall with them. In silence they went
up the spiral stairs, but Draco was ahead of them. He had a reputation, and they respected that,
just as long as he wasn't being mean about it. Draco reached the portrait and muttered the
password, and stepped in, but eft the door slightly open, so the girl in the painting would strain
herself opening it again. The other three walked in a few minutes afterward.
"Well, this has been fun. I'm sneaking a foreigner around the castle, lying to my best friend, AND
climbing a hellish staircase" Harry said with a sigh
"Oh, get over it" Hermione said. She walked over to where Geray was trying to get the robes off.
"Here, let me help you" She said and undid the buttons fastening it. She took off the pointed hat
and let the green dress she was wearing once again shine onto the world. She took her crown off of
her wardrobe, and placed it on her head. She loved this crown. Her father had loved her enough to
give her the crown, so she wore it every chance she got.
"I'm very tired all, Sorry, but I do believe I must get some sleep. I'm drained from memories. Oh,
and don't come to see me tomorrow please, I'm going to be with my tutor. I'm going to prefect all
of my powers, because according to your Headmaster, I have powers that most witches do not
have, like the ability to not use a wand, and To create elements from nothing, and I can mindspeak
with my horse, and he wants me to try to get that to where I can mindspeak with anyone. he also
says that I might have some more hidden gifts that I haven't needed to use yet. Oh I can't wait to
learn them!"
"She sounds like Hermione, learning whenever possible, and excited too!" Harry said
"Very funny. So what if I like being on top of everything"
"Alright guys quit cat-fighting. Geray wants us gone" Draco said breaking up the quarrel.
"Remember Griffs, library, tomorrow."
"Don't worry Hermione would never forget a library date" Harry said and laughed to himself as
Hermione hit him on the shoulder.
"Ow"
"Well thats what you get, you big baby. Live by the sword die by the sword" Geray shot a funny look
her way, "Sorry"
Draco turned to leave with a smile on his face. He had never smiled when he was with Crabbe or
Goyle. Those lumps never made him happy. Maybe happy was a good thing. Maybe good was a
good thing.
"Harry, could you stay for a minute longer?" Geray asked when Draco left.
"Sure. I'll see you back in the common room Herm."
"Your leaving me to face Ron by myself? Your horrible"
"I know" he said with spite. She turned and walked out the hole. "What did you want?" He asked
"It's just, I used to have guards at my bedroom door, I was wondering if you would stay here for a
while'till I fell asleep. I know it's a lot to ask, but it would mean a lot to me." She said softly.
"Of course." Harry said. It was getting dark outside. He could see the little lights in Hogsmeade
popping on and off. It was fun to look at, too bad the Gryffindor tower was on the other side of the
castle, all you could see was the lake.
"Oh good. But could you turn around while I put my sleeping robes on?"
"Oh! No problem, yah sure, today, they're just called pajamas"
"Ok."
Harry turned his head around and went to sit on the couch in front of the fire. It was the only light
in the room. It was so dark in this room. Compared to the rest of the castle it was the darkest one
he'd ever seen here. Maybe it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. Geray came and sat on the
couch with him.
"Thank you again for staying here. It means a lot to me. This is really silly of me, but I've always
been a little afraid of the dark. My mother always said it was because of my father. He left me
alone when I was very young, and my mother was away. It sat by myself in a dark room for hours,
he had forgotten me, and he hadn't even left a torch so that I could see. I just sat there, mother
also said I was stronger because of that. God, I miss her."
"I know how you feel" Harry said quietly. She looked up into his deep green eyes, and him into hers.
They stared for a moment at the depths they could see in each other, just by peering into one
anothers eyes. Somebody said once that the eyes were the window to the soul, and if that was true,
they must have been soul mates. Geray dropped her look to the floor.
"What do you know about being dragged through time to a place that was once your home, and now
housed tons of people you've never met, and to find out that there isn't a way home. To find out
that your family all died very long ago. To find out that your prophecies will never come true. How
do you know how that feels?!?" She said half screaming half sobbing.
"My parents both died when I was very young. The only way I can remember them is through
pictures. I've never even spoken to them, and worst of all, my mother murdered while trying to save
me. I was sent to live with relatives who hated everything about me, and everything that I am. Trust
me, I know how it feels to have lost something. I've lost very much."
They both sat on the couch in the glowing room silent for a moment. Geray looked back at this
person she hardly knew. "I'm sorry Harry, I guess you do know." she said quietly. She turned her
head and her dark brown hair swung around and landed in front of her as she stared into the fire.
"Don't be sorry, just be grateful that there is someone who understands." He said quietly. He
turned away from her. Something happened between the two of them and he didn't really
understand what that was. His mind kept wandering back to what she had said about prophecies.
He would have to tell Herm about this.
"Aren't you going to go to bed?" Harry asked still not looking at her. She turned back to him, and
got up. She walked across the room to her four-poster bed. She pulled the covers back and got in.
"Thank you again Harry"
"No problem"
She pulled the curtain around her and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Harry knew
she was tired, but he stayed a bit longer in case she woke up. 'Who would be her tutor?' He
thought to himself. He couldn't think of anyone in the magical world who could help her.
Dumbledore would though. He always did.
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There it is! Isn't it beautiful? All will be relvealed soon if your wondering things about what I'm doing
to the Characters. Don't worry your sweet little head, its alright. If you have questions, ask me,
simple concept, and yeah, I don't have much to say otherwise, SO goodbye, and I shall see you in
the Land of LA!!!!!!!!!!!
~THE MIDNIGHT GREMLIN
Geray cried. She didn't know how long she had sat on this strange bed weeping. Everything she
knew was gone. It had all hit her like a rocket, and now she was the remains of where it had it. She
was a wreck.
Her mind started wandering back to the time when she knew what age she was. To a time when she
was the Princess of all the Northern land. To a time when she had people she loved. She had
nothing now.
She picked herself off the bed and crossed the room to her wardrobe. What a kind Headmaster. He
had put all traditional clothes of her time in here. It was a kind though, but she would stay in this
dress for as long as she could, she didn't like the idea of not wearing a fake dress, made in the
21st century. She liked her dress. The only dress her mother had ever made by hand.
She dropped her hand to her sword. Her mother had given her this sword. She unsheathed it. By
her mothers sword she would die. She would never have to face the sorrow of this evil new world
that she did not belong in. This was not her world. She should have been gone a long time ago.
She brought the sword to her heart. She could feel in pumping. She could feel a muscle that
should have stopped long ago. It would stop now. It would go to sleep and never wake up.
Goodnight heart. She would let the sword reach it's final resting place. It would live forever in her,
rusting and ageing. 'Goodnight world' she thought.
But then she heard something outside. She dropped her sword on the floor and walked over to the
giant window facing the grounds. Below she saw a large man leading a horse up towards the castle.
She raced to the door, but then remembered she wasn't supposed to be seen. She slumped down
on the floor in sorrow that she could leave the confinments of her room. It was a prison. A fancy
prison, that's all. She had nice things, but no freedom. She buried her head in her hands, but as
she did something fell from the self next to the door. Liquid Material. The invisibility cloak.
She threw the cloak on and walked out the portrait hole. She straitened it out so that you couldn't
see her feet and ran down the stairs.
She didn't realize how much noise she was making until she came to the foot of the stairs. A older
woman with her hair up in a tight bun and glasses walked by. "Who's there?" she called out. Geray
was told not to let anyone know that she was here, so she just kept on walking, ignoring complete
the woman who stood there confused.
She knew that they had passed the main entrance when they went to her room this morning. She
walked further and found herself in some large hall. At one end was the Headmaster with the large
man at his side, and in between them was-
She ran down the hall, her feet slamming on the stone with every heavy step she took. She had to
reach them. "Headmaster!!" she called, but then realized that she was still in the cloak. She stood
at his side panting, and then took the cloak off. The large man jumped with fright at the girl
standing there.
"Hagrid, this is Geray." Dumbledore said "She was what was in stone you and Mister Malfoy brought
up to my office."
"Ahhh" he said with relief.
" Mister Headmaster sir, that is my horse!!"
"Geray? Are you sure, Normally muggle horses don't live past twenty-five years. I don't believe that
it would be possible for your horse to still be alive"
"I can prove it. I was able to mindspeak with my horse Quicksilver" When Geray said the name his
head popped up and he stopped pawing the ground..:Quicksliver, are you in there?:. She asked the
horse.: Right here my lady, I stayed by your side like you told me too, I wouldn't leave you:. The
horse said back. "Well, I can't prove it , but it's my horse." Geray said. Dumbledore looked at her.
"My dear, why didn't you tell me about this power last night?"
"I don't know, I guess it must have slipped my mind. I had been asleep for centuries."
"Well Geray, this certainly is amazing. How on earth did a muggle horse stay alive for so long?"
" I told you I was the first witch. I have powers witches of today don't have, and I barely have
touched the surface of my powers. You did say that you would get me a tutor right?"
"Yes my dear."
"Good, because I can remember my mother, who was a seer, saying that I was destined for
greatness, and that I would be the most powerful witch of all time. I would like to she her prophecy
come true, and to do that I will need a tutor."
"Of course" Dumbledore said. He seemed a little out of it, like he was thinking something very deep.
" Hagrid will you take care of Quicksilver for Geray?"
"Oh course Professa" He said as he started to lead the horse out of the hall.
"Geray, since you still have that cloak of mine, I would like you to keep it, so that you may do
something outside of your room. Dinner tonight is at seven o'clock, I would like for you to sit with
one of the students you met last night. The tables won't be too crowded. I'll tell them that you will
be joining them. I don't want you sheltered for too long. Your tutor will be with you by tomorrow.
Good afternoon Geray."
"Good after noon Professor" Geray said. She put the cloak back over her head, and decided to take
a little tour of the castle that used to be hers.
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She wandered the ancient halls aimlessly, staring into the thick stone that once ago had belong to
the Northern land, passed down for generations. The good king John had ruled from here, and so
had Abram, Isaac, and Claudius, all of the good Kings, up until her father. That horrible man who
stole her life. Her mother had told her she would be the greatest witch of all time. Her mother had
told her all men of the age would bow to her, that prophecy would never come true. Her chances
for greatness, her chances for glory, her chance to be a hero, all gone when that evil man put her to
sleep. She could remember almost everything now. A few things would fly into her head every now
and again, and she would put them in the back of her mind and store them for a later time.
She walked down a cold hallway, colder than the rest. Maybe she was going down. She had heard
a few of the passing people mention how cold the dungeons were. She turned a corner and found
herself in a large room, but this one was carpeted, one of the few that was. There was an old lady
sitting behind a large desk, and after that there were thousand apon thousands of books. All lining
the walls, covering the room like a comfy blanket. She could live in here.
She walked down one row of books to where they columns broke to have a hallway through. Down
at the end of it was a section roped off. It was darker in there. Geray decided, maybe another time.
She walked across the aisle and came to another opening with large chairs and couches, not like
the hard tables and chairs in the front. It looked like a place of relaxation, and fantasy, people
could loose themselves here, and maybe never want to be found.
There were a few people here. Not many though, a small girl in the corner clutching a book in her
hands, vividly reading like no tomorrow, and one other group of people on the other end of the
break. She walked over in that direction to she what they were doing. Geray could see from this
distance that they had been here a long time. There were shinney coloured papers on the floor,
and they all looked about to fall asleep. When she got close enough (Right behind them actually)
she could tell these were people she knew. These were the people she had seen this morning and
the night before. The girl's name she could remember, Hermione, but she couldn't remember the
rest. But she did remember that he blonde boy was very handsome.
"Alright guys, we've found a few things, why don't we pack up for the night, and get to dinner. I'll
take the books to my room with me and see if I can find any more tonight. We'll reconvene here
tomorrow morning." Hermione said
The two boys pulled themselves out of the chairs, but not without struggle. They had been sitting
there for so long there were imprints in the chairs of where they had been. They all walked right
passed Geray and headed to the front desk to check out the books they had been looking at. Geray
followed them. She would talk to Hermione like The Headmaster had told her. She would get a real
meal tonight.
When the group was outside of the library Geray thought it best to tell them she was there. She
looked around to make sure that no one was coming and then stepped in front of them and let the
cloak fall to the ground.
"Hello all." she said cheerily. Hermione just about fainted from fright, but Draco caught her.
"Geray what do you think you're doing?" Draco asked in a very outraged whisper.
"The headmaster told me to go to dinner with you" She said innocently "Didn't he talk to you?"
"Geray, we've been in the Library all day, we haven't seen much of anything, except lots of paper,
and an outraged friend of ours" Harry said
"I would't say he was a friend to all of us" Draco implied. The two Gryffindors glared at him, he
would keep his mouth shut about Ron for a while.
"Well, come on." Hermione said, with a hint of anger in her voice. She took Geray by the sleeve of
her dress and threw the cloak back on her. Hermione kept pulling her, until they reached a door
you had to tickle to get it to open. They walked inside and found thousands of Hogwarts robes lying
scattered everywhere. The one House elf who was in there, fled when he saw them enter the room.
Hermione pulled the cloak off of Geray and locked the door.
"If your going to eat with us, we can't smuggle food under that cloak." She said with a smile on her
face. She had lightened up to the innocent girls charm. Hermione believed that no one could not
like her after a while. The group rummaged through the room for some robes that fit her. They
finally found one, and a hat to go with it, to block most of her face. It was always optional to where
your hat, some people did it all the time, and some never did. Hermione pushed the Hat onto her
head to block most of her face, the pulled her hair around to block the rest of it. She picked up the
pixie off her neck, and placed it under the robe. Hermione unlocked the door and the group
headed down to dinner.
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When they entered then hall they found that only one table was out. Dumbledore did this when
there were only a few people staying over the break. Luckily for them, the only others here were
Ron, Ginny, Dean, A Hufflepuff fourth year, and a Gryffindor first year Harry had never met, or seen
for that matter before. Draco walked over to the table first, so not to look like he was with the other
three. The Harry, Hermione, and Geray walked over and sat as far away from everyone else as
possible. Even though they were upset that Ron was angry with them, they were happy that he
wasn't trying to sit with them, because they would only have to push him away again.
Dumbledore stood up from the still erect teachers "I see you have all realized that you will all sit
together today, I hope you don't mind. Since there seem to be so few of you, it wouldn't be too
bright to have all of the tables out, mind you, I will keep the staff table out, for all of our teachers
aren't going anywhere." Harry thought about that for a moment, he hadn't really thought about
where his teachers would live, when they weren't teaching. He figured that they didn't have enough
of a life to ever even go home.
With a faint pop tons of food appeared in front of their eyes, like it always did. Geray jumped with a
bit of a shock to see food appear out of nowhere. She reached out for a drumstick and placed it on
her golden plate. "We had silver" she said quietly staring at the plate.
"'Cuse me?" Harry said with a mouth full of food. All he had to eat today were some chocolate
frogs he normally kept in his trunk.
"At North Castle we always had silver. I don't believe we owned a single gold piece. All of the court
ladies wore silver jewelry, all of our crowns were silver, even my necklace was silver. I even have
silver buttons on my dress. Father hated gold." She said, still staring at her plate. Harry had
noticed when she became very involved in memory, she would become quiet and in a trance-like
state.
"Oh, ok." Harry said while swallowing. Just then Ron stood up and walked over to them.
"SO whose this?" He said with anger spewing from his words.
"This, um.... Harry.....Who is this?" Hermione said, trying to solve a question that they hadn't thought
they would be asked.
"Um, this...." Harry quickly looked around the table. "This is Angelina" his mind never strayed far
from Quidditch, thinking of the chaser who had graduated a year ahead of Rons brothers Fred and
George "She's in Ravenclaw" He said quickly noticing that None of the people here were from that
house. Geray stayed quiet the whole time. She didn't want to ruin anything. She continued to stare
at the plate, keeping her head down, and not letting anyone she her face.
"Ok. Fine. Hang out with anyone BUT me. First MALFOY then a RAVENCLAW!!!! come on!!!! What is
SO bad about the happy people of GRYFFINDOR!!!" He screamed and then stormed back to Ginny
and Dean.
"Who was that? " Geray asked " And why did you say my name was Angelina?, and what is a
Ravenclaw?"
"I didn't want people to know about you, I'm just trying to keep my word to Dumbledore, Ravenclaw
is a house name, there aren't any Ravenclaws here, so I figured that nobody would know that you
weren't one, except maybe the teachers, but I don't think that they caught very much of that." Harry
said
"Well, good job Harry. Sorry about me stumbling all over the place like a brainless turd" Hermione
said, and then turned her attention back to Draco who was sitting all alone at the other end of the
table.
"Earth to Hermione. Earth to Hermione? Hello?? Anybody in there???" Harry said waving his hands
around her the side of her face. No reply " Forget it" And Harry turned back to the food he was so
eagerly munching apon.
When everyones tummies were larger they returned to the Common rooms for the night. Harry,
Hermione, and Draco waited until everyone had gone. They just sat at their ends of the table, not
looking at each other. When Draco got up, Hermione, and Harry got up moments afterward. Geray
followed their lead and rose from her seat and walked out of the hall with them. In silence they went
up the spiral stairs, but Draco was ahead of them. He had a reputation, and they respected that,
just as long as he wasn't being mean about it. Draco reached the portrait and muttered the
password, and stepped in, but eft the door slightly open, so the girl in the painting would strain
herself opening it again. The other three walked in a few minutes afterward.
"Well, this has been fun. I'm sneaking a foreigner around the castle, lying to my best friend, AND
climbing a hellish staircase" Harry said with a sigh
"Oh, get over it" Hermione said. She walked over to where Geray was trying to get the robes off.
"Here, let me help you" She said and undid the buttons fastening it. She took off the pointed hat
and let the green dress she was wearing once again shine onto the world. She took her crown off of
her wardrobe, and placed it on her head. She loved this crown. Her father had loved her enough to
give her the crown, so she wore it every chance she got.
"I'm very tired all, Sorry, but I do believe I must get some sleep. I'm drained from memories. Oh,
and don't come to see me tomorrow please, I'm going to be with my tutor. I'm going to prefect all
of my powers, because according to your Headmaster, I have powers that most witches do not
have, like the ability to not use a wand, and To create elements from nothing, and I can mindspeak
with my horse, and he wants me to try to get that to where I can mindspeak with anyone. he also
says that I might have some more hidden gifts that I haven't needed to use yet. Oh I can't wait to
learn them!"
"She sounds like Hermione, learning whenever possible, and excited too!" Harry said
"Very funny. So what if I like being on top of everything"
"Alright guys quit cat-fighting. Geray wants us gone" Draco said breaking up the quarrel.
"Remember Griffs, library, tomorrow."
"Don't worry Hermione would never forget a library date" Harry said and laughed to himself as
Hermione hit him on the shoulder.
"Ow"
"Well thats what you get, you big baby. Live by the sword die by the sword" Geray shot a funny look
her way, "Sorry"
Draco turned to leave with a smile on his face. He had never smiled when he was with Crabbe or
Goyle. Those lumps never made him happy. Maybe happy was a good thing. Maybe good was a
good thing.
"Harry, could you stay for a minute longer?" Geray asked when Draco left.
"Sure. I'll see you back in the common room Herm."
"Your leaving me to face Ron by myself? Your horrible"
"I know" he said with spite. She turned and walked out the hole. "What did you want?" He asked
"It's just, I used to have guards at my bedroom door, I was wondering if you would stay here for a
while'till I fell asleep. I know it's a lot to ask, but it would mean a lot to me." She said softly.
"Of course." Harry said. It was getting dark outside. He could see the little lights in Hogsmeade
popping on and off. It was fun to look at, too bad the Gryffindor tower was on the other side of the
castle, all you could see was the lake.
"Oh good. But could you turn around while I put my sleeping robes on?"
"Oh! No problem, yah sure, today, they're just called pajamas"
"Ok."
Harry turned his head around and went to sit on the couch in front of the fire. It was the only light
in the room. It was so dark in this room. Compared to the rest of the castle it was the darkest one
he'd ever seen here. Maybe it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. Geray came and sat on the
couch with him.
"Thank you again for staying here. It means a lot to me. This is really silly of me, but I've always
been a little afraid of the dark. My mother always said it was because of my father. He left me
alone when I was very young, and my mother was away. It sat by myself in a dark room for hours,
he had forgotten me, and he hadn't even left a torch so that I could see. I just sat there, mother
also said I was stronger because of that. God, I miss her."
"I know how you feel" Harry said quietly. She looked up into his deep green eyes, and him into hers.
They stared for a moment at the depths they could see in each other, just by peering into one
anothers eyes. Somebody said once that the eyes were the window to the soul, and if that was true,
they must have been soul mates. Geray dropped her look to the floor.
"What do you know about being dragged through time to a place that was once your home, and now
housed tons of people you've never met, and to find out that there isn't a way home. To find out
that your family all died very long ago. To find out that your prophecies will never come true. How
do you know how that feels?!?" She said half screaming half sobbing.
"My parents both died when I was very young. The only way I can remember them is through
pictures. I've never even spoken to them, and worst of all, my mother murdered while trying to save
me. I was sent to live with relatives who hated everything about me, and everything that I am. Trust
me, I know how it feels to have lost something. I've lost very much."
They both sat on the couch in the glowing room silent for a moment. Geray looked back at this
person she hardly knew. "I'm sorry Harry, I guess you do know." she said quietly. She turned her
head and her dark brown hair swung around and landed in front of her as she stared into the fire.
"Don't be sorry, just be grateful that there is someone who understands." He said quietly. He
turned away from her. Something happened between the two of them and he didn't really
understand what that was. His mind kept wandering back to what she had said about prophecies.
He would have to tell Herm about this.
"Aren't you going to go to bed?" Harry asked still not looking at her. She turned back to him, and
got up. She walked across the room to her four-poster bed. She pulled the covers back and got in.
"Thank you again Harry"
"No problem"
She pulled the curtain around her and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Harry knew
she was tired, but he stayed a bit longer in case she woke up. 'Who would be her tutor?' He
thought to himself. He couldn't think of anyone in the magical world who could help her.
Dumbledore would though. He always did.
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There it is! Isn't it beautiful? All will be relvealed soon if your wondering things about what I'm doing
to the Characters. Don't worry your sweet little head, its alright. If you have questions, ask me,
simple concept, and yeah, I don't have much to say otherwise, SO goodbye, and I shall see you in
the Land of LA!!!!!!!!!!!
~THE MIDNIGHT GREMLIN
