A/n:
This is my version of the 5th book. You must remember that it is a sequel to " a story of min" so if you haven't read it, you may be a bit confused. This occurs two years after " a story of min" ended, so it's Harry and Co.'s fifth year. Other than the fact that professor McGonagall is married to Professor Lupin, its all pretty much the same as the rest. Oh, and just to clear matters up, Professor McGonagall chose to keep her maiden name so as not to arouse confusion among her students.
Disclaimer: All of the characters, places, and ideas that you recognize from the 4 Harry potter books belong to the incredibly talented J.K Rowling. Whatever tidbits that are leftover are mine. Please don't sue me, I have no money (ain le keseph).
The golden sun of an July afternoon shone through the canopy of deep green trees. Hundreds of feet below the highest branches of the emerald trees lay a girl, sprawled out on the grassy bank of a burbling brook, her long black hair streaming along the forest floor behind her. She lay there asleep, her slender fingers trailing in the cool, clear water, her hazel cat- like eyes hidden by ivory lids. What the girl didn't realize was that what happened in the next few minutes would change her life forever.
Speeding towards her like a thrown Frisbee was a large brown something. Of course, the girl failed to notice this, considering the fact that she was sleeping. The speeding brown something turned out to be an owl. The owl landed right on her head and gave her a few good pecks. That rose her fast enough. Startled, the girl abruptly jumped up, and to see an owl carrying a letter, a letter that was (for once in a lifetime) addressed to her, only added to her confusion. With shaking hands she opened the thick parchment envelope. The letter read:
Dear Miss Farrell Branwen,
You have been chosen from your current school, Brewer's Institute of Magical Education, to transfer to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fifth year student. If you accept our invitation, please send word by return owl before July 31st. A list of your supplies that are needed for the year is enclosed.
Sincerely,
Professor M. McGonagall
Farrell nearly fell into the stream.
" Hogwarts?! Oh, wow. Wait until Mrs. Fairfax hears!!!" exclaimed Farrell as she grabbed her sweater and ran out of the forest back to the orphanage in which she lived.
~
In a musty staff room, around a small oak table, sat four older men and women. The first of them was a plump, middle aged woman with long red hair and a cheery face, the second was a thin, bony, white haired old man with large spectacles and a funny little cap, the third was a very small old lady with a warm smile and very happy blue eyes, her long white hair pulled into a braid down her back, and the last was a sturdy looking man of about 50 or so, with brown hair speckled with gray and large brown eyes behind oval glasses. They sat together and were playing a game of cards, laughing as it exploded every so often.
Then, suddenly, the door crashed open with a bang and a girl flew in, breathless and smiling from ear to ear.
" Mrs. Fairfax, Mrs. Fairfax, you'll NEVER guess what I've gotten!!!" screamed Farrell, scaring the four orphanage administrators out of their wits.
" For heavens sake, Farrell, no more birds nests. if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times," said the kind old woman with the blue eyes as she bent to pick up the scattered playing cards that had fallen to the floor as the four people had jumped.
" its not that! Its…its…well, look-" said Farrell, thrusting the letter towards Mrs. Fairfax.
Mrs. Fairfax pulled a pair of thin black spectacles from her pocket and began to read Farrell's letter. Her elegant little mouth promptly fell open. Within a minute it was smiling again.
" That's wonderful, Farrell! I'll return the owl immediately," said Mrs. Fairfax, pulling her favorite tenant into a hug, " I knew you were special, from the first moment I saw you. But I'd never imagined…well, fancy a child from Longtree Magical Orphanage going to Hogwarts! You'll be the first there, darling."
Farrell leaned out of the hug, beaming, " so I can go?"
Mrs. Fairfax and her three card-playing companions nodded.
~
In a dark cave, two lone figures huddled close together, plotting.
" we need the city, Wormtail. Without it the task of disposing of that old crackpot, Dumbledore, and the potter boy will be long and tedious. With the city at my fingertips, I will have power enough to crush the crackpot and all of his followers in a single blow," hissed the fist voice, finishing with a cruel cackle of high-pitched laughter.
"Forgive me master, but if the city is invisible, how shall we find it?" asked the second voice, quavering in fear.
" ah, that is where the seer comes in, Wormtail. We need the seer and the key. With the key, the seer will show us the way."
~
" we need the seer and the key. With the key, the seer will show us the way."
Farrell sat up straight in bed, scared to death without understanding why.
" I must have had another nightmare," thought Farrell, though all she could remember was two voices, and something about a seer and a key, " how odd."
With that, she dismissed the thought, and went back to sleep, still feeling slightly uneasy.
This is my version of the 5th book. You must remember that it is a sequel to " a story of min" so if you haven't read it, you may be a bit confused. This occurs two years after " a story of min" ended, so it's Harry and Co.'s fifth year. Other than the fact that professor McGonagall is married to Professor Lupin, its all pretty much the same as the rest. Oh, and just to clear matters up, Professor McGonagall chose to keep her maiden name so as not to arouse confusion among her students.
Disclaimer: All of the characters, places, and ideas that you recognize from the 4 Harry potter books belong to the incredibly talented J.K Rowling. Whatever tidbits that are leftover are mine. Please don't sue me, I have no money (ain le keseph).
The golden sun of an July afternoon shone through the canopy of deep green trees. Hundreds of feet below the highest branches of the emerald trees lay a girl, sprawled out on the grassy bank of a burbling brook, her long black hair streaming along the forest floor behind her. She lay there asleep, her slender fingers trailing in the cool, clear water, her hazel cat- like eyes hidden by ivory lids. What the girl didn't realize was that what happened in the next few minutes would change her life forever.
Speeding towards her like a thrown Frisbee was a large brown something. Of course, the girl failed to notice this, considering the fact that she was sleeping. The speeding brown something turned out to be an owl. The owl landed right on her head and gave her a few good pecks. That rose her fast enough. Startled, the girl abruptly jumped up, and to see an owl carrying a letter, a letter that was (for once in a lifetime) addressed to her, only added to her confusion. With shaking hands she opened the thick parchment envelope. The letter read:
Dear Miss Farrell Branwen,
You have been chosen from your current school, Brewer's Institute of Magical Education, to transfer to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fifth year student. If you accept our invitation, please send word by return owl before July 31st. A list of your supplies that are needed for the year is enclosed.
Sincerely,
Professor M. McGonagall
Farrell nearly fell into the stream.
" Hogwarts?! Oh, wow. Wait until Mrs. Fairfax hears!!!" exclaimed Farrell as she grabbed her sweater and ran out of the forest back to the orphanage in which she lived.
~
In a musty staff room, around a small oak table, sat four older men and women. The first of them was a plump, middle aged woman with long red hair and a cheery face, the second was a thin, bony, white haired old man with large spectacles and a funny little cap, the third was a very small old lady with a warm smile and very happy blue eyes, her long white hair pulled into a braid down her back, and the last was a sturdy looking man of about 50 or so, with brown hair speckled with gray and large brown eyes behind oval glasses. They sat together and were playing a game of cards, laughing as it exploded every so often.
Then, suddenly, the door crashed open with a bang and a girl flew in, breathless and smiling from ear to ear.
" Mrs. Fairfax, Mrs. Fairfax, you'll NEVER guess what I've gotten!!!" screamed Farrell, scaring the four orphanage administrators out of their wits.
" For heavens sake, Farrell, no more birds nests. if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times," said the kind old woman with the blue eyes as she bent to pick up the scattered playing cards that had fallen to the floor as the four people had jumped.
" its not that! Its…its…well, look-" said Farrell, thrusting the letter towards Mrs. Fairfax.
Mrs. Fairfax pulled a pair of thin black spectacles from her pocket and began to read Farrell's letter. Her elegant little mouth promptly fell open. Within a minute it was smiling again.
" That's wonderful, Farrell! I'll return the owl immediately," said Mrs. Fairfax, pulling her favorite tenant into a hug, " I knew you were special, from the first moment I saw you. But I'd never imagined…well, fancy a child from Longtree Magical Orphanage going to Hogwarts! You'll be the first there, darling."
Farrell leaned out of the hug, beaming, " so I can go?"
Mrs. Fairfax and her three card-playing companions nodded.
~
In a dark cave, two lone figures huddled close together, plotting.
" we need the city, Wormtail. Without it the task of disposing of that old crackpot, Dumbledore, and the potter boy will be long and tedious. With the city at my fingertips, I will have power enough to crush the crackpot and all of his followers in a single blow," hissed the fist voice, finishing with a cruel cackle of high-pitched laughter.
"Forgive me master, but if the city is invisible, how shall we find it?" asked the second voice, quavering in fear.
" ah, that is where the seer comes in, Wormtail. We need the seer and the key. With the key, the seer will show us the way."
~
" we need the seer and the key. With the key, the seer will show us the way."
Farrell sat up straight in bed, scared to death without understanding why.
" I must have had another nightmare," thought Farrell, though all she could remember was two voices, and something about a seer and a key, " how odd."
With that, she dismissed the thought, and went back to sleep, still feeling slightly uneasy.