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Harry Potter & the Princess of Emeraude
Chapter 2: Emeraude
Sandy yawned and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Last night she had watched the new first years get sorted, and today she was to start classes for the fifth time. Standing up, she walked slowly over to the Gryffindor table to say hello to her new friends. Hermione was busy reading the Daily Prophet, Harry was stroking a snowy white owl, and Ron was grumbling about something.
"Emeraude's in the paper again." She heard Hermione mutter.
"Again?" Ron asked, leaning over to look.
"What's Emeraude?" Harry asked, staring at the two. Sandy stifled a giggle.
"It's a country only non-muggles have access to." Hermione explained patiently.
"What is it this time?" Ron asked, snatching the paper from her, and receiving a glare.
"They're still looking for the lost princess." Sandy responded, making them jump.
"What lost princess?" Harry asked blankly.
"Oh, silly me, I forgot... you were raised by muggles, weren't you? That would explain how you don't know about Emeraude. Anyway, they say the reason Emeraude's falling to peices is due to the fact that their princess was supposedly switched at birth. So now they are looking for her, so she can take the throne and return Emeraude to it's power." She sighed and stared longingly at the ceiling. "Wish it was me."
"I don't." Hermione scoffed. "All the publicity, and press, and, ugh, it's just not for me. You would never get any privacy."
"And their next place to look for the princess is Hogwarts. Great." Ron shifted the paper over to Harry, who read it, amused.
"They're what?" Sandy asked, staring. "You're joking, right?"
"No."
"And they'll be here tomorrow." Hermione stated. Sandy and Ron looked at her.
"How do you know that?" They asked.
"It's posted on the wall over there." Hermione pointed and Sandy went to examine the paper.
"Oh, wonderful. What if it's one of us?" She asked Hitomi Serene, a Gryffindor fifth year, who scooted her chair away quickly.
"I-it w-would b-be l-lovely." Hitomi stuttered. "Is it just me or is it freezing in here?"
"No," replied Skuld, "I think it's just fine."
"Perhaps I'm coming down with a cold then," Hitomi said thoughtfully.
"It's not me, I'll tell you that right now." Skuld stated.
"How do you know?" Ron teased. Skuld shot him a look.
"Case closed." Hermione said, taking the hint. Skuld wasn't someone you took lightly.
"She's my mother, and that's a fact." Skuld muttered, pointing up to the main table. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher indeed was Skuld's mother. No arguing there. They looked a bit alike.
"We best get to class," said Hermione, standing up. "See you later, Sandy."
"Yes, then, see you."
******
Sandy sat upon her bed, thinking deeply about the next day. All the girls were to stay in the Great Hall, and be called one by one to the Headmaster's office to be interveiwed by the King and Queen. Classes had been cancelled, so the boys got to hang around on the grounds or in the common rooms.
She shut off the light, and lie awake for a few hours, thinking of what it would be like to be a princess.
******
"Sandra Cassina." Professor McGonagall called out, and Sandy trooped up to the Headmaster's office. When she got there, she knocked lightly on the door and opened it just enough to slip through. Skuld and Hermione had already went, and they told her it really wasn't much.
"And this is Sandy Cassina, a Ravenclaw fifth year." Dumbledore told a tall, thin man next to him. "Have a seat, Sandy." He smiled as she took a seat in a red chair, feeling as if spotlights were on her. The King (she supposed, she wasn't sure), whispered something to Dumbledore, who nodded, and then turned to the Queen.
"Sandy, this is the King and Queen of Emeraude, as I'm sure you already know. They just want to ask you a few questions."
Sandy nodded, her tounge stuck to the roof of her mouth.
"Sandy, what kind of grades do you make?"
She almost laughed out loud at the simplicity of the question. "Well, I've never failed a class."
"Do you get along with your parents?"
"Yes, when I see them, at least."
"Very well."
The Queen nodded to her husband, and Sandy knew something was up.
"Sandy, how would you feel if I said you were Maria, Princess of Emeraude?"
"I would say that was splendid."
"Well, my dear," the Queen broke in. "You are."
Sandy stared at her, dumbfounded.
A/N: 3 soon!
A/N: Please R/R, no flames.
Harry Potter & the Princess of Emeraude
Chapter 2: Emeraude
Sandy yawned and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Last night she had watched the new first years get sorted, and today she was to start classes for the fifth time. Standing up, she walked slowly over to the Gryffindor table to say hello to her new friends. Hermione was busy reading the Daily Prophet, Harry was stroking a snowy white owl, and Ron was grumbling about something.
"Emeraude's in the paper again." She heard Hermione mutter.
"Again?" Ron asked, leaning over to look.
"What's Emeraude?" Harry asked, staring at the two. Sandy stifled a giggle.
"It's a country only non-muggles have access to." Hermione explained patiently.
"What is it this time?" Ron asked, snatching the paper from her, and receiving a glare.
"They're still looking for the lost princess." Sandy responded, making them jump.
"What lost princess?" Harry asked blankly.
"Oh, silly me, I forgot... you were raised by muggles, weren't you? That would explain how you don't know about Emeraude. Anyway, they say the reason Emeraude's falling to peices is due to the fact that their princess was supposedly switched at birth. So now they are looking for her, so she can take the throne and return Emeraude to it's power." She sighed and stared longingly at the ceiling. "Wish it was me."
"I don't." Hermione scoffed. "All the publicity, and press, and, ugh, it's just not for me. You would never get any privacy."
"And their next place to look for the princess is Hogwarts. Great." Ron shifted the paper over to Harry, who read it, amused.
"They're what?" Sandy asked, staring. "You're joking, right?"
"No."
"And they'll be here tomorrow." Hermione stated. Sandy and Ron looked at her.
"How do you know that?" They asked.
"It's posted on the wall over there." Hermione pointed and Sandy went to examine the paper.
"Oh, wonderful. What if it's one of us?" She asked Hitomi Serene, a Gryffindor fifth year, who scooted her chair away quickly.
"I-it w-would b-be l-lovely." Hitomi stuttered. "Is it just me or is it freezing in here?"
"No," replied Skuld, "I think it's just fine."
"Perhaps I'm coming down with a cold then," Hitomi said thoughtfully.
"It's not me, I'll tell you that right now." Skuld stated.
"How do you know?" Ron teased. Skuld shot him a look.
"Case closed." Hermione said, taking the hint. Skuld wasn't someone you took lightly.
"She's my mother, and that's a fact." Skuld muttered, pointing up to the main table. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher indeed was Skuld's mother. No arguing there. They looked a bit alike.
"We best get to class," said Hermione, standing up. "See you later, Sandy."
"Yes, then, see you."
******
Sandy sat upon her bed, thinking deeply about the next day. All the girls were to stay in the Great Hall, and be called one by one to the Headmaster's office to be interveiwed by the King and Queen. Classes had been cancelled, so the boys got to hang around on the grounds or in the common rooms.
She shut off the light, and lie awake for a few hours, thinking of what it would be like to be a princess.
******
"Sandra Cassina." Professor McGonagall called out, and Sandy trooped up to the Headmaster's office. When she got there, she knocked lightly on the door and opened it just enough to slip through. Skuld and Hermione had already went, and they told her it really wasn't much.
"And this is Sandy Cassina, a Ravenclaw fifth year." Dumbledore told a tall, thin man next to him. "Have a seat, Sandy." He smiled as she took a seat in a red chair, feeling as if spotlights were on her. The King (she supposed, she wasn't sure), whispered something to Dumbledore, who nodded, and then turned to the Queen.
"Sandy, this is the King and Queen of Emeraude, as I'm sure you already know. They just want to ask you a few questions."
Sandy nodded, her tounge stuck to the roof of her mouth.
"Sandy, what kind of grades do you make?"
She almost laughed out loud at the simplicity of the question. "Well, I've never failed a class."
"Do you get along with your parents?"
"Yes, when I see them, at least."
"Very well."
The Queen nodded to her husband, and Sandy knew something was up.
"Sandy, how would you feel if I said you were Maria, Princess of Emeraude?"
"I would say that was splendid."
"Well, my dear," the Queen broke in. "You are."
Sandy stared at her, dumbfounded.
A/N: 3 soon!