A/N: Well, here you go. The title really has nothing to do with the
story, yet. By the way, I am only
posting the next chapter after I get a sufficient number of reviews. So R&R!!!!!!! And don't flame because it's my first try. H/Hr because they belong together!!!!! *smiles dreamily*. And you'll just have to wait
and see what happens to Harry! *evil, manipulative
smile*
Moonlight Shining
By Amanda H
It was the first day back at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and Hermione had just arrived in the Great Hall after an
uneventful summer and train ride. They
sat down near the middle of the Griffindor table and began to watch the
sorting. As usual Griffindor receive
many new first years, looking slightly frightened and nervous. The three gave them encouraging smiles as
they passed.
They're eyes scanned the long table looking for old faces. Hermione's eyes rested on a girl sitting at
the end of the table. She had never
seen her before, but she didn't look young enough to be a first year. She elbowed Ron in the side.
"What?" Ron asked, annoyed. Harry turned his head too.
"Look at that girl at the end of the table." Hermione said, nodding her head towards the girl. Three pairs of eyes rested on the girl. Her robes were black, like everyone around her. She was rather short, smaller than many
first years, but the way she say, with a straight back, and soft face made her
look much older. She had a solid build,
but was still thin. Her hair gleamed a
golden-copper colour under the fading sunlight. It was pulled tightly back and
tied in an ivory hair net, with a matching clip over top. Her bright blue eyes were focused intently
on her food.
"She's not a first year." Ron
affirmed.
"No. She's not." Harry agreed, still staring at the girl.
"That's what I was thinking. She
looks almost our age." Hermione nodded.
"I've never seen her before." Ron
admitted.
"Me neither."
"She doesn't look like the type of person you could miss or easily
forget." Harry added. Hermione watched him carefully.
"I guess not." Ron shrugged.
"Maybe she's been transferred. It's happened a few times before. I read it in Hogwarts a History" Hermione supplied.
"You're the only one who could possibly know that!" Ron exclaimed, rolling his eyes. Hermione huffed her shoulders.
"I think she might be, a transfer student that is. It's the only explanation." Harry agreed, his eyes still locked on
her. He took no notice of his friends
beginning argument. "Maybe we should go
and say hello?" He suggested, shifting
his gaze to his friends.
"We could." Ron agreed.
"It would be a nice gesture."
"Alright! Come on!" Harry encouraged, setting his fork beside
his half finished plate. As he turned
his gaze back to her, he found she had already finished the feast and was
bending to grab her bag.
"Oh! She's already leaving. Since she's a Griffindor maybe we'll see her
in the Common Room later." Hermione
shrugged, going back to her food. The
girl headed for the door and left. The
trio went back to eating, though Harry was extremely distracted.
Later that evening, Hermione retired early to bed. No one had seen the mysterious new girl
since the feast and she was tired. She
said goodnight and headed up to bed. Once inside she looked for inhabitants. Lavender, Parvati and Joanne's beds had the curtains open. No one was there. The fifth bed (beside hers), which had always been empty, had the
curtains drawn as usual. Hermione
wandered over to her trunk and opened to lid. She fished noisily through its
contents for her nightgown. Suddenly
she heard a rustling noise beside her. She spun around quickly, drawing her wand out of her robes. The end was pointed at the girl from the
feast. She was sitting on the
previously unoccupied bed, still in her black school robes. Her hair remained
pulled back in the ivory net and her face wore a surprised look.
"You?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to
frighten you!" She apologized. Hermione withdrew her wand.
"No. No. It's my fault. You just can't be to careful nowadays." Hermione explained.
"Of course! What with
you-know-who rising again." The girl
agreed.
"You know about that?" She asked,
surprised.
"Sure. I saw some stuff about it
in the paper. But I don't believe the
Ministry. They're just trying to cover
it up. Fudge is scared."
"I know." She said solemnly. "We haven't been formally introduced." She realized. "I'm Hermione Granger." She held out a hand.
"I'm Amy Quizzlequon. I just
transferred here from Canada. I went to
Schimeron School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's in Alberta." She explained,
shaking Hermione's hand.
"Why did you transfer? It's not
that common."
"My Dad works for the Ministry of Magic, International Co-Operation
branch. He got transferred and my mom
didn't like the idea of us going to school so far away, so we switched here. Us being me and my brother."
"Cool. So I guess we're sharing a
dorm." Hermione said, sitting down on
her bed.
"Yup. Schimeron didn't have
houses. It was just two huge houses,
one for guys and one for girls. The
sorting was kind of unnerving." She
admitted, sitting down on her bed.
"Yeah. It was for me too. Where was you brother sorted?"
"Griffindor, First year. He just
doesn't like me very much, so I stay away from him. His name is Benjamin. I've got a three-year-old sister too, named Charlotte, but she obviously
doesn't go to school yet."
"I'm an only child." Hermione
admitted.
"Oh. How disappointing and
lucky! It must be lonely, but nice not
to have to look after them."
"I suppose." She paused. "So, How do you know all about
you-know-who?" Hermione asked, careful
to refrain from saying his name.
"Like I said I read it in the papers. Dad told me a bit too." Amy paused. "Are you one of those people who always call him you-know-who?" She asked, hesitantly.
"No. Usually just Voldemort, but
I thought since you didn't' say his name. . ."
"I think the whole idea is stupid." Amy blurted out. "I mean he
doesn't even deserve the respect to be called Voldemort. I always call him Riddle."
"Good for you." Hermione
agreed. "I think that's a great
idea. You should tell Harry."
"Harry?" Amy asked. "Do you mean Harry Potter?" Her eyes wide in awe.
"Yeah. He and Ron are my best
friends. Don't tell me you're a Harry
Fanatic!" Hermione said, exasperated.
"No, but I never thought I'd get to meet him. Is he stuck up?" She
asked.
"NO! He's really nice! You've got to meet him! Ron too!" She answered, getting up and taking Amy's hand. "Come on! I bet they're still in the Common Room." She pulled Amy to her feet.
"I don't know Hermione!" She
said, pulling back.
"Oh course you do! Come on!" And she pulled her until she consented and
walked through the door with her and down the stairs. Hermione spotted Harry and Ron playing chess across the room and
hurried over, pulling Amy behind her.
"Hey guys! Look who I
found!" Hermione exclaimed, sitting down
in a chair. Amy sat down in the chair
between her and Harry.
"Hi." She said quietly.
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed. "Where'd you find her Hermione?" He asked. Amy looked surprised. "Oh! We saw you at the feast, but you left before
we could come over." Ron
explained. Hermione repeated the events
from the dorm and the boys nodded.
"So what's it like in Canada?" Harry asked politely.
"It's cold." She answered
honestly. "But the summers are nice and
there's a lot of wildlife and nature. It's very peaceful." She
explained.
"So Canada's nice Eh?" Ron mocked. Hermione elbowed him hard.
"Yes." Amy answered, ignoring his
impersonation.
"So what are you taking?" Harry
asked.
"Well, I'm taking all the basics, Potions, Transfiguration, History of
Magic, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, plus Herbology, Runes,
Arithmacy and Care of Magical Creatures." Ron let out a fake scream.
"Ah! Hermione has another
work-a-holic!!!!" Harry laughed as
Hermione began to scold him about his studies. Harry interrupted quickly.
"What did you take at Schimeron?"
"The basics, and Arithmacy, Herbology, Astronomy, Divination, Greek and
Guidance." She listed. "They don't have Greek here, so I'm taking
Runes instead. Herbology is one of my
favourites. My mother won't let me drop
Arithmacy, and I traded Astronomy for Care of Magical Creatures. That's what I want to do when I get a
job. Something with Magical Creatures." She sighed.
"She reminds me of Hagrid." Ron
whispered to Hermione. Amy heard and
looked over at them.
"Another person we have to introduce you too. The grounds keeper and Care of Magical Creatures teacher." Hermione explained.
"Great!"
"Well, it's getting kind of late, so we'd better head to bed." Hermione suggested, standing up. "You should too Ron."
"Yes mommy!" Ron squeaked. Hermione shook her head.
"Coming Amy?" She asked.
"Yup." Amy agreed, following
Hermione into the girl's dorm. Once
they were ready for bed, they lay down and talked.
"So what did you think of them?" Hermione asked.
"They're great. So kind and
nice."
"They are. They really are. I'm glad to have friends like them." She paused, "So did you read the article in Witch Weekly last week about the
latest Voldemort cover-up?"
"Yeah. It's horrible what they're
trying to do. The public has a right to
know."
"I hope you didn't read that awful article about me Rita Skeeter wrote
last year." Hermione said.
"I don't read magazines much. Not
the garbage anyway. Besides, everything
she wrote in the paper was trash." Amy
agreed. "So what time do we get up for
classes?"
"Around 7, since class starts at 8." Hermione explained.
"7?! I'm going to die!" Amy exclaimed. "I'm NOT a morning person."
"Don't worry. I'll wake
you."
"Thanks Hermione. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Soon both girls were fast asleep.
