Breed from the Night that is Won
"So, here we are, the Alley."
Abby looked around at all the shops and all the wizards. Of course, the three had arrived during the 3rd month of the school year so there were no children running around for ice cream or new books.
"We gotta git your money from Gringotts firs'," Hagrid told them, "and then we'll come back here fo' your supplies. Then we'll disapperate to 'Ogwarts."
"Disapperate… I've always wondered what that's like," Sierra smiled. "Anyway, how's Harry?"
Hagrid looked at her funny. And then he nodded. "So he is quite the popular lad."
"So he is. Actually where we come from…"
Mike glared at Sierra. She felt it and stopped.
"Well, here we are, Gringotts."
She finally noticed how far they'd come in that short amount of time. ~My Gawd I'm gonna freakin die after this stuff. And Mike? I'm gonna die after bein with him all dis time. Lordy be I'm dead! TOAST!~ "PIZZA! I SMELL PIZZA!"
"Huh? Pizza?"
Abby looked around. "She's right!"
Mike stood there, obviously smelling the pizza but trying not to look interested. "Who cares. It's just pizza."
"BE A LITTLE SPONTANEOUS, MIKE! WAKE UP AND SMELL THE PIZZA!" Sierra yelled at him. "Now… where is it?" She walked around a little until bribing Mike to stop staring at her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"I'm not doin nothin!"
"Ya're too. You starin at me!"
"So that classifies as doing something? You're just being weird so I'm staring at you."
"Hones'ly I've seen no one that fight 's much 's you two do," Hagrid grinned. "'Ere's the door, can we go in?"
"No probby, Hagrid. Just after I beat this dumbnutt to the ground…"
"There will be no beating anyone to the ground," came a cold voice.
Sierra turned around slowly and shook her head. "There ain't no one there and yet… Ah I love this! The stupidest things freak me out. Ah, what a moron I am!"
Mike shook his head and they went inside. After collecting the money they needed they went back to Diagon Alley and got their books. Then came the wands…
"How about a Unicorn Hair, mahogany, 1 foot ¾ inches… Perfect!"
Sierra was walking around, looking at the brooms, when one automatically flew over to her.
"You must have some kind of flying past," the person selling the stuff told her.
"Nope. I's my first time lookin at all this shizzy."
"Shizzy? Where are you from? And please call me Alexander."
"I'm from America. Please call me Sierra."
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Sierra."
"Same here. Now, whattya say we pick out a wand for me?"
"Sure thing," Alexander laughed.
Mike was standing next to Sierra as Alexander looked around the room.
"We've got a wide selection as you can see. Mostly I pick out the wands for my customers but for some reason you just seem different. Tell me, which one looks best to you?"
"How's bout that red one?"
"Red? Well, okay. That's a Unicorn Hair, redwood, 8 ¾ inches."
"No."
"Wave your hand around the room. Maybe one will automatically go to you."
Sierra looked around as Alexander told Mike the same thing. Mike stood there looking cynical but when Sierra stuck her hand out, he did the same, rolling his eyes. And in that moment, that special moment, a wand immediately flew out from behind all the others and split into two –one to Mike and the other to Sierra.
"Wha-… That's never happened before… And that wand… It's the same as Lily and James Potter's wands!"
Hagrid stared at the two of them. "That's nevah happen' 'fore is dern right!"
"Let's see… Phoenix Feather, redwood, 1 foot each. It used to be 2 feet… Broke straight into two! Dumbledore'll be surprised, yes sir 'e bob he will! That wand has been sittin back there ever since 1987! And now that I come to think of it, that broom that's attracted to you, Sierra, has been here ever since then as well! It was a great broom… I never knew how it got here though. One day I was just sitting in my office –the day that You-Know-Who attacked the Potters– when suddenly this broom and this wand just appeared!"
"You-Know-Who wouldn't be Voldemort, would it?"
Alexander and Hagrid both shushed Sierra whereas Abby shivered and Mike rolled his eyes again.
"Don't say that name!" Alexander scolded.
"Sorry. Dude, we better get goin before Dumbledore goes insane that we ain't there."
"Firs' we gots to go git yer animals."
They got there and Sierra bought a cat, Michael a dog, and Abby an owl. ("Maricia!" "If you ask me it acts like Professor Snape." "Shut up Mike." "Snaperella." "Ha! And like your Miggy is any better?" "Its name is Miguel!" "Miggy. And Abby's Sunny looks like Sonny… you know, that chocolate bird!" "IT DOES NOT!" "DOES TOO!" "Kids, kids please! We've got to git to 'ogwarts!")
Abby looked at all the witches and wizards that were in Diagon Alley as they passed. She gave them a cold glare and they all ended up tripping over their cloaks or pumping into others or running into something. It made Abby laugh every time.
Sierra noticed that something was wrong with Abby but she wasn't going to say anything for fear that Abby knew more than she showed. Even though Sierra had automatically remembered everything after she touched that darned wand, she knew that she would still need to go through the same classes that she should.
And Mike? Still quiet. It wasn't a surprise to Sierra, she knew he was always quiet. But Mike was thinking the whole time about how could he be a wizard and what made him so special? And on the other hand, wasn't Harry Potter a book series?
They reached the Leaky Cauldron just in time for the fire.
"Here ya go, kiddies, your firs' lesson in diss'aperatin! 'S fun!"
Mike rolled his eyes again as Sierra looked around at the wizards and witches and Abby just kept an eye down as the four of them suddenly disappeared from the Leaky Cauldron with their luggage.
And then, Hogwarts. They were standing the hallway while the students were carrying themselves to their next classes.
"Hogwarts School 'o Witchcraft 'n Wizardry," Hagrid announced.
Many students stopped where they were and stared at them –or in Sierra's case, most of them stared down at her.
"Welcome!" Dumbledore's voice boomed. "Welcome to our school!"
He was standing in front of them as Sierra looked up at him. A man of 150 with a long white beard that was no taller than her father was standing there.
"'Llo Dumbledore!"
"Hagrid! You've done a great job, you may go and teach your class."
"Thanks, sir."
Hagrid left as Sierra stared at the many faces. She saw Fred and George Weasley and Ginny Weasley. She saw Percy and Ron. Then she saw Hermione and Harry standing near all of them.
"Dude, here we are, finally. Never thought I'd live to see this place," she smiled. "It's great to meet you, Professor Dumbledore. Believe me, it's a pleasure!"
"You must be Sierra?"
"That's my name, don't wear it out!"
Dumbledore laughed. He hadn't had a comedious student since Lily Potter. "It's a pleasure. So that means you're Abigail?"
"Yes sir."
"And you're Michael?"
"Yeah."
"A little cynical, Michael?"
Mike just stayed looking at the ground.
"Don't talk much do ya?"
Sierra looked up as she saw Draco Malfoy and his little crew laughing. "Ya'll gotta prob'm wit his not talkin?"
"She sounds like that hag, Hagrid!" Malfoy laughed again.
With a grin, Abby said, "You're talking about Sierra, Draco, you're going to have problems one of these days. Don't mess with her."
Dumbledore looked at the girl, Abby. And then at Mike, who was now looking at Sierra.
"So, shall ya'll get to your next classes? I don' think Snape'd be too happy with ya'll missin his class, Ron, Harry, Hermione," Sierra yelled.
Everyone started whispering to himself or herself as Sierra smiled to herself. Albus snapped out of his surprised state and yelled for everyone to get to class.
"Later tonight at dinner you three will be sorted into your correct houses, do you understand?"
They nodded as they were led to his office for their classes.
"They're very odd," Ron commented.
"SIT!" Severus, or Professor, Snape yelled. "You're all LATE!"
"Those new students just showed up, Professor," Hermione told him.
Severus looked at the door. "You mean those Americans?"
"Yes sir," Neville replied.
He grinned. "Harry Potter isn't the only celebrity we have around this school anymore, is he?"
"Professor Snape, that girl, Sierra I think her name is, she's annoying," Draco growled. "She's got a problem with being able to talk normally."
Seeing as Snape is known for being rude and obnoxious, you'll see why he had no problem in smiling. "Annoying and not able to talk normally?"
"She is not!" Hermione objected. "She's very nice!"
"They're not normal, none of them!" Draco yelled.
"SILENCE!"
Everyone shut up.
"I will have NONE of your complaining until later on. Now, let's get back to our lesson…"
Later on during the dinner, everyone was excited. By the time they were able to get to be sorted, everyone was talking like mad.
"CHILDREN!" Dumbledore boomed. "CHILDREN PLEASE!"
Everyone was quiet. Sierra, Mike, and Abby sat at the front near the teachers. Sierra kept glancing at Snape across the table with a grin that could multiply his times 20.
"We will sort these three properly without interruption, this year!"
There was a large applause as Abby went first. She was sorted into Slytherin, oddly enough. Next came Mike.
"Answer one question for me, child. Would you climb the highest mountain or swim the deepest sea, just to save her?"
"Save who?"
"Her, of course, your girl."
Mike looked completely thoughtful. Sierra had never seen him this way and it obviously made her smile, which made Mike scowl. "Yeah."
"You are a Gryffindor without a doubt!"
There was a large roar from the Gryffindor table and a large array of boos from the Slytherin.
"Sierra, you're last, but not least," Dumbledore smiled.
Harry looked up from the table where he'd been playing with his napkin as she sat in the chair and they put the hat over her head.
"Oh dear," it said, "she's mighty fierce. Play the power; this girl has got it comin! She's a Gryffindor without even a second thought! No rhymin on this girl!"
Everyone was stunned. The hat had always said a little poem before it sorted.
Severus had only heard that once before… Once before for… No, it couldn't be. Never. She's dead!
Yet had what Severus thought been only the beginning? Had his thought really been… true?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Disclaimer is, I don't own any Harry Potter characters. I only own myself and the animals' names. Oh! And I own the idea. Believe me, I've only read stories about Snape and Hermione on this place before so I've got nothin to do with it if anyone else's had this idea before. Please review? I've gotta really bad habit of it no one likes my story then I'll just stop it. I know, I'm a complete Mary Sue, but lemme alone! That's me, I can't help it.
Oh and don't bug me about Hagrid. I'm really bad with this, it's my first Harry Potter fanfic.
