Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter FOUR: The Veela and the Hat
Neville Longbottom accidently spilled all of his potions ingredients all over the platform, and Seamus Finnigan set off a dung bomb in the compartment Draco Malfoy and his thugs were in. It caused some ruckuss, and the conductor gave Seamus a talking to. Harry and Hermione searched for a while, but could not find ANY Weasleys!
"Let's just get a place to sit." Hermione helped Harry haul his trunk unto the train. "Is that- RON?" Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder. Sure enough, there was Ron Weasley, standing infront of a compartment, gawking, along with a few other boys inside of it.
"Ron?" Ron reluctanly looked away from the compartment to look to see who had called his name. Harry carried his trunk over to Ron. "Whatchya looking at?" Ron smiled.
"There's a VEELA IN MY SEAT!" Ron began to hop about a bit. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Be serious Ron. No veela goes to this school, they go to Beuxbaton, remember? That's the area where they are nat-" Hermione had pushed her way through the small crowd of boys to the compartment entrance. She stopped. "Wow-" Harry and Ron, although reluctantly, had joined her. Harry saw a girl, sitting in a seat next to the window. She definately looked like she had some veela blood in her.
The girl had slivery blonde hair and pale, delicate, soft skin. Hermione sat in the seat directly across from her, while Harry and Ron entered the compartment. Harry shut the door behind them and then shoved his trunk under his seat. Ran sat next to the veela girl, so Harry took a seat next to Hermione. The train started to move and no one spoke for some time. For an hour, while Ron gawked, Harry took the time to study her. Her silvery hair was done up in five HUMUNGOUS ringlets, two of which rested upon her shoulders. Her eyes, deep gold-brown nearly a red color, stared out the window at the bright scenery. Her dainty hands were hidden by small white gloves, which bore a symbol of a sheild and a star on fire. In the center of the sheild were the letters 'B' and 'A'. About her shoulders layed a dusty blue cloak that only went own to her elbows. The emblem, again, was on the cloak. Harry starred for a long time, at her throat of allthings. She was were the mort peculiar jewelry he had every seen, a black dog collar with several small studs on it. Her dress was strange, Harry noticed, very full and multi- layered and colored. Her shirt was fluffy, and a grey and blue striped pattern played across it. The bottom layer of the skirt was the same color. The top layer, a jumper/apron looking thing, was yellow and purple, stripes going the opposite direct as the previous, on a dark grey feild. Her earrings were arrows, it seemed, and pointed downward. The last thing Harry noticed, beyond her natural, exotic beauty, was her legs. They were dainty, like the rest of her, and were covered by white knee highs with gold tassels at the tops, and on her feet were a pair of Mary-Janes. Both Ron and Harry stared. Hermione merely sigh. At long last, some one spoke.
"I can't stand the silence any longer!" Ron and Harry looked at Hermione in surprise. The veela girl didn't move. "I'm Hermione Granger, I am a fifth year Gryffindor. How do you do?" Hermione lifted her hand as to shake, but the girl, again, didn't move.
Hermione frowned at the veela girl, then turning to Harry, she shrugged. Ron's eyes were beaming as he stood up. Harry was suprised at his friend's actions. "My name is Ronald Weasley, I too am a fifth year Gryffindor." The girl snorted, but didn't move. Ron looked heart broken and sat back in his seat. Harry stared at the girl for some time. At last, he too spoke.
"My nam-"The girl moved her head so fast Harry jumped.
Her eyes were sad, and deathly serious. " Ich weiß wem Sie sind, Harry, Sohn von James und Lily, Bewohner des Laufwerks Straße Privet der Nr. vier." Harry's eye's were wide as he stared at her. What did she say? He distinctly heard his name, and his parents'. Her eyes stared deep into his, searching. He suddenly felt very uncomfrotable, and looked away. Her tiny mouth formed a small smile. "Ich heiße Renate Engl."
Harry looked at Hermione, who smiled. "I understand now!" She loked at them. "She's from Germany. I know VERY little German, and I do mean VERY little. Infact, I only know one phrase, 'My name is _'. She said her name was Renate Engl. She must not understand what we've been saying!" Hermione smacked herself in the forehead. "Stupid of me, really, to not have noticed she was wearing a dirndl!"
"A what?" Ron leaned closer to Hermione. "A dradle?"
Hermione frowned. "Dirndl. The dress she's wearing is called a dirndl."
Ron nodded interested. He looked at Renate, but she was staring out the window again. Ron sighed.
There was a light knock on the compartment door. It opened a bit and a red haired girl stuck head in. "You in here, Ron?"
Harry watched the girl open the door more. "Hello Ginny, haven't seen you for a LONG time." Ginny looked at Harry and blushed.
"Just the summer, Harry. It wasn't that long ago..." Her voice trailed off.
"Did you want something, Ginny?" Ron pulled his eyes away from Renate.
Ginny shrugged a bit. "Draco Malfoy and is goonies kicked Neville and me out of the compartment we had. He said he was tired of sitting with 'ickle firsties', so he took our seats. Can we come in?"
Harry noticed Neville Longbottom behind her a bit. "Yeah- I guess." Ginny smiled and they both took a seat, Neville by Harry and Ginny by her brother.
"Who's she?" Harry smiled at Ginny.
"Her name's Renate, but we don't know, really. She's foreign.
"French?" Ginny leaned for a better look at her. "She looks veela, doesn't she?"
"Nah- We think she's from a German speaking country, Gin." Ron said matter of factly. Ginny nodded and leaned in her seat. Neville smacked himself in the head.
Hermione gasped. "Neville! What are you doing!?"
"I've forgotten my remembrall-" He said saddly.
"But you've remembered that you've forgotten it, that's great, Neville!"
He looked at her suprised, thought for a moment, and smiled. "I did, didn't I?"
Not much longer later, the snack cart came by and Harry bought every one a round of treats. The rest of the train ride went smoothly, besides the chocolate frog that desided that it wanted to live in Ginny's hair. Fred and George Weasley stopped by, but surprisingly, Malfoy and his thugs didn't. It was their annual thing to poke fun at Harry, Ron, and Hermione on the Hogwarts Express, but they didn't this year. Harry thought it extremely odd, but Hermione and Ron shurgged it off.
"I suppose they got tired of bugging us." Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron.
"You're joking, right?"
"Yeah, I am."
"Perhaps they were concentrating on more important things, like getting dressed for Hogwarts, seeing how we will be there in less than ten minutes." Harry looked over Renate's head. Sure enough, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stood at the top of the next bluff.
Every year the castle seemed to get prettier and bigger looking. Harry stared at it, "Wicked-"
They began to pull robes over their street clothes, except for Renate, who merely sat in her seat. Once the train stopped, there was a bustle of people and shouts of laughter as old friends met up again and every one headed over to the golden carriages drawn by phantom horses. The only students NOT heading towards the carriages, were the first years, who were heading towards a large gruffy looking man with a friendly voice.
"Firs' years, o'er here!" Harry waved to the man, who must have been 8 feet tall. "'Yullo 'Arry, bin long time, ain't it?" He patted Harry on the back.
"Sure has been Hagrid. Have a nice summer?"
"I'm lookin' for'ard to this year, 'Arry. No portkeys, no Triwizard Tourn-i-ments--jes' a great year!" Hagrid explained to Harry, who laughed.
"Yeah, me too. I'd better be going now Hagrid, the carriages will leave without me!"
Harry said goodbye and met up with Hermione and Ron at the carriages. Fred and George joined them. "Doesn't that girl look a little old to be a first year?" Fred asked. Harry turned to see Renate joining the others in the boats.
"I'd say she's at least fourteen." George agreed. The carriage pulled along slowly up the hilly road until they at last came to the school. They excitedly hurried up the steps and into the great hall. The enchanted ceiling looked like a crystal clear summer's eve, slightly purple, as thought the sun had just set. Harry sat next to Dean Thomas, a dark skinned fifth year Gryffindor. They busied themsleves talking and looking at the teacher's table. Harry noticed that 'Mad Eye Moody' hadn't returned to teach Deffense Against the Dark Arts. It seemed well enough, Harry hadn't expected him too. After being trapped in his own trunk all the previous school year, why would he? Moody, actually didn't teach at all last year- Harry shrugged and looked around. Down the table, he could distinstly hear Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins discussing something, the word 'joke shop' came up several times.
The first years came in nervously as the rest of the school stared at them. Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house stood at the front of the hall with a tripoded stool and a shabby old hat.
"When I call your name, you will step forward and sit upon the stool. I will place the Sorting Hat upon your head and you shall be divided up into the houses. As always, the Sorting Hat will grace us with a song, " she directed towards the first years in her business like voice. The Hat moved a bit and straightened up. First year girl gasped in front of the hall. The hat opened it's mouth and began to sing:
"Though ugly I may seam to appear
My job at Hogwarts still remains clear.
To place myself upon your heads
And eliminate the terror of nerves you dread
You see, I am the Sorting Hat
And more stealthy I move than a cat
Through the thoughts in your brain
To decided to which house you shall remain
See I a side of power and bravery
Then doughty are the Gryffindors of chivalry
Fearless are the Hufflepuffs true
But show you loyalty before here I place you
A mind of wisdom do those posses
The Ravenclaw knowledge and wit win yet
However I may see still in your head
That there is nothing that you dread
Your cunning ways and clever mind
Demand that to Slytherin be you bind
Fear me no more and terror begone
For I shall place you when you place me on"
The room burst into applause as the Hat ended with a small bow. "Now I will read your name from the list of first year students. Come up when I call-" She flicked her wand at the hat which now floated at her side. "Adams, Karin" After a long silence;
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuff table clapped loudly as Karin joined them.
"Anderson, Margret"
"GRYFFINDOR!" Harry joined the others in cheering for the new Gryffindor.
"Blake, John"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Carter, Ben"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Casey, Brandon"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Essen, Debbie"
"RAVECLAW!"
"Haak, Raye"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Jackson, James"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Kimlinger, Jo'nathan"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Kline, Karla"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Kutch, Justin"
"GRYFFANDOR!" "Maxwell, Nathan"
""SLYTHERIN!"
"Miller, Cole"
"RAVENCLAW!"
Many more first years were sorted. "Senecal, Katie" became a Hufflepuff. Harry noticed that Renate still stood at the back of the group of first years. When at last Phil Williams became a Ravenclaw, Renate still stood there, alone. All the other students had taken seats at their respective tables and Professor McGonagall was looking over her list again.
"That seems to be every one-" She looked above the top of the parchment and saw Renate. "You're name, my dear?" Renate said nothing, but looked at Professor McGonagall eerily. McGonagall looked at Professor Dumbledore who was now standing. Whispers broke out here and there. Dumbldore raised a hand and the whispers silenced.
"Professor Dumbledore's long white beard was whispier than usuall, Harry noticed, as if he had gone through great stress. His eyes were still the same twinkle of mystery, peering over the rim of his half moon spectacles. He smiled warmly at her and lifted a hand as if to ask for something, giving her a questioning eye. Renate walked up to the teacher's table and pulled some papers from a pocket Harry hadn't noticed before. He looked them over.
"Deustch?" He asked, trying to read the paper.
"Ja, Herr Professor."
"Ich sehe keine Name, wie heißen Sie?"
"Ich heiße Renate Engl." She spoke so quietly, Harry had to strain his ears to hear.
Dumbledore looked over the papers, "Wie heißen Ihnen alte Schule?"
"Ich bin aus Brennen Angst in Herzgeberge, Herr Professor."
"BRENNEN ANGST?" He repeated, as if to make sure that is what was said.
She raised her eyebrow. "Ja, Herr Professor, glauben Sie mich nicht?"
"Nein, ich glaube Sie." He thought for a moment. "Sprechen Sie Englisch?"
"Ja- wollen Sie mich Englisch sprechen?"
"Ja!" He smiled happily.
"Very well then, Mr. Professor." She did a small curtsey and liftered her head. "Where shall you have me to sit?" She spoke with a perfect English accent.
"Let us see, shall we?" He moved from behind the teachers table and motioned for her to sit upon the stool. She sat and Professor Dumbledore placed the raggidy Sorting Hat upon her head. She seemed to be muttering something as the Hat was comtemplating which house to sort her into. Students began to crane their necks to see the foreign girl. The Hat took unusually long and seemed to me fighting with Renate. At long last, it shouted: "SLYTHERIN!" There was an especially loud cheer from Malfoy's table as she stood from the stool. Her eye's seemed terrified and she looked longingly at the Gryffindor table.
"Now now people, I must have silence." The room hushed. "This is Renate Engl, appearantly a foreign exchange student from Brennen Angst Wizarding School in The Herz Mountains of Germany. She will be staying for the remainder of the year, in the Slytherin house." Another cheer came from the Slytherin tables. Dumbledore again, raised his hand. "Before the Beginning Year Feast, I have a few things I'd like to touch up on. This year, as always, NO ONE IS ALLOWED IN THE FORBIDDEN FOREST. No students, other than those third-year and older are allowed in Hogsmede. Now that I have spoken my fill, let us eat to ours!" The plates suddenly filled with all sorts of food.
Harry heard Hermione mumble something about house elves, but ate anyways. Harry then noticed Ron staring at Renate.
"Ron?"
Ron looked at Harry sadly. "You saw it, right? She obviously didn't WANT to be a Slytherin, did you see how heart broken she was when the Hat put her in with THAT?" Harry noticed, too. that Renate was being suffocated by the persence of Malfoy and his goonies. Ron watched her.
Hermione looked at him. "The way you keep staring, you'd think she was a veela!"
Ron grunted. "Bloody hell! I'll eat my wand if she's not!"
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Meisako: Tag, Renate! Ich spreche Deustch!
Engl: Aber wie gut?
Meisako: Yeah yeah- okay. So your English is better than my German, but any way- Why are you so sad?
Engl: That's not a polite thing to ask another.
Meisako: I'm sorry. So- what have you been saying to the veiwers?
Engl: Sie sprechen Deutsch nicht so gut, Sie glauben dann.
Meisako: I don't know what you just said-- ! :(
Engl: I know, isn't it great?
Meisako: You're weird-
Joins us next time for "Pointless Dialog" or "I have nothing Better to Write About".
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter FOUR: The Veela and the Hat
Neville Longbottom accidently spilled all of his potions ingredients all over the platform, and Seamus Finnigan set off a dung bomb in the compartment Draco Malfoy and his thugs were in. It caused some ruckuss, and the conductor gave Seamus a talking to. Harry and Hermione searched for a while, but could not find ANY Weasleys!
"Let's just get a place to sit." Hermione helped Harry haul his trunk unto the train. "Is that- RON?" Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder. Sure enough, there was Ron Weasley, standing infront of a compartment, gawking, along with a few other boys inside of it.
"Ron?" Ron reluctanly looked away from the compartment to look to see who had called his name. Harry carried his trunk over to Ron. "Whatchya looking at?" Ron smiled.
"There's a VEELA IN MY SEAT!" Ron began to hop about a bit. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Be serious Ron. No veela goes to this school, they go to Beuxbaton, remember? That's the area where they are nat-" Hermione had pushed her way through the small crowd of boys to the compartment entrance. She stopped. "Wow-" Harry and Ron, although reluctantly, had joined her. Harry saw a girl, sitting in a seat next to the window. She definately looked like she had some veela blood in her.
The girl had slivery blonde hair and pale, delicate, soft skin. Hermione sat in the seat directly across from her, while Harry and Ron entered the compartment. Harry shut the door behind them and then shoved his trunk under his seat. Ran sat next to the veela girl, so Harry took a seat next to Hermione. The train started to move and no one spoke for some time. For an hour, while Ron gawked, Harry took the time to study her. Her silvery hair was done up in five HUMUNGOUS ringlets, two of which rested upon her shoulders. Her eyes, deep gold-brown nearly a red color, stared out the window at the bright scenery. Her dainty hands were hidden by small white gloves, which bore a symbol of a sheild and a star on fire. In the center of the sheild were the letters 'B' and 'A'. About her shoulders layed a dusty blue cloak that only went own to her elbows. The emblem, again, was on the cloak. Harry starred for a long time, at her throat of allthings. She was were the mort peculiar jewelry he had every seen, a black dog collar with several small studs on it. Her dress was strange, Harry noticed, very full and multi- layered and colored. Her shirt was fluffy, and a grey and blue striped pattern played across it. The bottom layer of the skirt was the same color. The top layer, a jumper/apron looking thing, was yellow and purple, stripes going the opposite direct as the previous, on a dark grey feild. Her earrings were arrows, it seemed, and pointed downward. The last thing Harry noticed, beyond her natural, exotic beauty, was her legs. They were dainty, like the rest of her, and were covered by white knee highs with gold tassels at the tops, and on her feet were a pair of Mary-Janes. Both Ron and Harry stared. Hermione merely sigh. At long last, some one spoke.
"I can't stand the silence any longer!" Ron and Harry looked at Hermione in surprise. The veela girl didn't move. "I'm Hermione Granger, I am a fifth year Gryffindor. How do you do?" Hermione lifted her hand as to shake, but the girl, again, didn't move.
Hermione frowned at the veela girl, then turning to Harry, she shrugged. Ron's eyes were beaming as he stood up. Harry was suprised at his friend's actions. "My name is Ronald Weasley, I too am a fifth year Gryffindor." The girl snorted, but didn't move. Ron looked heart broken and sat back in his seat. Harry stared at the girl for some time. At last, he too spoke.
"My nam-"The girl moved her head so fast Harry jumped.
Her eyes were sad, and deathly serious. " Ich weiß wem Sie sind, Harry, Sohn von James und Lily, Bewohner des Laufwerks Straße Privet der Nr. vier." Harry's eye's were wide as he stared at her. What did she say? He distinctly heard his name, and his parents'. Her eyes stared deep into his, searching. He suddenly felt very uncomfrotable, and looked away. Her tiny mouth formed a small smile. "Ich heiße Renate Engl."
Harry looked at Hermione, who smiled. "I understand now!" She loked at them. "She's from Germany. I know VERY little German, and I do mean VERY little. Infact, I only know one phrase, 'My name is _'. She said her name was Renate Engl. She must not understand what we've been saying!" Hermione smacked herself in the forehead. "Stupid of me, really, to not have noticed she was wearing a dirndl!"
"A what?" Ron leaned closer to Hermione. "A dradle?"
Hermione frowned. "Dirndl. The dress she's wearing is called a dirndl."
Ron nodded interested. He looked at Renate, but she was staring out the window again. Ron sighed.
There was a light knock on the compartment door. It opened a bit and a red haired girl stuck head in. "You in here, Ron?"
Harry watched the girl open the door more. "Hello Ginny, haven't seen you for a LONG time." Ginny looked at Harry and blushed.
"Just the summer, Harry. It wasn't that long ago..." Her voice trailed off.
"Did you want something, Ginny?" Ron pulled his eyes away from Renate.
Ginny shrugged a bit. "Draco Malfoy and is goonies kicked Neville and me out of the compartment we had. He said he was tired of sitting with 'ickle firsties', so he took our seats. Can we come in?"
Harry noticed Neville Longbottom behind her a bit. "Yeah- I guess." Ginny smiled and they both took a seat, Neville by Harry and Ginny by her brother.
"Who's she?" Harry smiled at Ginny.
"Her name's Renate, but we don't know, really. She's foreign.
"French?" Ginny leaned for a better look at her. "She looks veela, doesn't she?"
"Nah- We think she's from a German speaking country, Gin." Ron said matter of factly. Ginny nodded and leaned in her seat. Neville smacked himself in the head.
Hermione gasped. "Neville! What are you doing!?"
"I've forgotten my remembrall-" He said saddly.
"But you've remembered that you've forgotten it, that's great, Neville!"
He looked at her suprised, thought for a moment, and smiled. "I did, didn't I?"
Not much longer later, the snack cart came by and Harry bought every one a round of treats. The rest of the train ride went smoothly, besides the chocolate frog that desided that it wanted to live in Ginny's hair. Fred and George Weasley stopped by, but surprisingly, Malfoy and his thugs didn't. It was their annual thing to poke fun at Harry, Ron, and Hermione on the Hogwarts Express, but they didn't this year. Harry thought it extremely odd, but Hermione and Ron shurgged it off.
"I suppose they got tired of bugging us." Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron.
"You're joking, right?"
"Yeah, I am."
"Perhaps they were concentrating on more important things, like getting dressed for Hogwarts, seeing how we will be there in less than ten minutes." Harry looked over Renate's head. Sure enough, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stood at the top of the next bluff.
Every year the castle seemed to get prettier and bigger looking. Harry stared at it, "Wicked-"
They began to pull robes over their street clothes, except for Renate, who merely sat in her seat. Once the train stopped, there was a bustle of people and shouts of laughter as old friends met up again and every one headed over to the golden carriages drawn by phantom horses. The only students NOT heading towards the carriages, were the first years, who were heading towards a large gruffy looking man with a friendly voice.
"Firs' years, o'er here!" Harry waved to the man, who must have been 8 feet tall. "'Yullo 'Arry, bin long time, ain't it?" He patted Harry on the back.
"Sure has been Hagrid. Have a nice summer?"
"I'm lookin' for'ard to this year, 'Arry. No portkeys, no Triwizard Tourn-i-ments--jes' a great year!" Hagrid explained to Harry, who laughed.
"Yeah, me too. I'd better be going now Hagrid, the carriages will leave without me!"
Harry said goodbye and met up with Hermione and Ron at the carriages. Fred and George joined them. "Doesn't that girl look a little old to be a first year?" Fred asked. Harry turned to see Renate joining the others in the boats.
"I'd say she's at least fourteen." George agreed. The carriage pulled along slowly up the hilly road until they at last came to the school. They excitedly hurried up the steps and into the great hall. The enchanted ceiling looked like a crystal clear summer's eve, slightly purple, as thought the sun had just set. Harry sat next to Dean Thomas, a dark skinned fifth year Gryffindor. They busied themsleves talking and looking at the teacher's table. Harry noticed that 'Mad Eye Moody' hadn't returned to teach Deffense Against the Dark Arts. It seemed well enough, Harry hadn't expected him too. After being trapped in his own trunk all the previous school year, why would he? Moody, actually didn't teach at all last year- Harry shrugged and looked around. Down the table, he could distinstly hear Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins discussing something, the word 'joke shop' came up several times.
The first years came in nervously as the rest of the school stared at them. Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house stood at the front of the hall with a tripoded stool and a shabby old hat.
"When I call your name, you will step forward and sit upon the stool. I will place the Sorting Hat upon your head and you shall be divided up into the houses. As always, the Sorting Hat will grace us with a song, " she directed towards the first years in her business like voice. The Hat moved a bit and straightened up. First year girl gasped in front of the hall. The hat opened it's mouth and began to sing:
My job at Hogwarts still remains clear.
To place myself upon your heads
And eliminate the terror of nerves you dread
You see, I am the Sorting Hat
And more stealthy I move than a cat
Through the thoughts in your brain
To decided to which house you shall remain
See I a side of power and bravery
Then doughty are the Gryffindors of chivalry
Fearless are the Hufflepuffs true
But show you loyalty before here I place you
A mind of wisdom do those posses
The Ravenclaw knowledge and wit win yet
However I may see still in your head
That there is nothing that you dread
Your cunning ways and clever mind
Demand that to Slytherin be you bind
Fear me no more and terror begone
For I shall place you when you place me on"
The room burst into applause as the Hat ended with a small bow. "Now I will read your name from the list of first year students. Come up when I call-" She flicked her wand at the hat which now floated at her side. "Adams, Karin" After a long silence;
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuff table clapped loudly as Karin joined them.
"Anderson, Margret"
"GRYFFINDOR!" Harry joined the others in cheering for the new Gryffindor.
"Blake, John"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Carter, Ben"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Casey, Brandon"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Essen, Debbie"
"RAVECLAW!"
"Haak, Raye"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Jackson, James"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Kimlinger, Jo'nathan"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Kline, Karla"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Kutch, Justin"
"GRYFFANDOR!" "Maxwell, Nathan"
""SLYTHERIN!"
"Miller, Cole"
"RAVENCLAW!"
Many more first years were sorted. "Senecal, Katie" became a Hufflepuff. Harry noticed that Renate still stood at the back of the group of first years. When at last Phil Williams became a Ravenclaw, Renate still stood there, alone. All the other students had taken seats at their respective tables and Professor McGonagall was looking over her list again.
"That seems to be every one-" She looked above the top of the parchment and saw Renate. "You're name, my dear?" Renate said nothing, but looked at Professor McGonagall eerily. McGonagall looked at Professor Dumbledore who was now standing. Whispers broke out here and there. Dumbldore raised a hand and the whispers silenced.
"Professor Dumbledore's long white beard was whispier than usuall, Harry noticed, as if he had gone through great stress. His eyes were still the same twinkle of mystery, peering over the rim of his half moon spectacles. He smiled warmly at her and lifted a hand as if to ask for something, giving her a questioning eye. Renate walked up to the teacher's table and pulled some papers from a pocket Harry hadn't noticed before. He looked them over.
"Deustch?" He asked, trying to read the paper.
"Ja, Herr Professor."
"Ich sehe keine Name, wie heißen Sie?"
"Ich heiße Renate Engl." She spoke so quietly, Harry had to strain his ears to hear.
Dumbledore looked over the papers, "Wie heißen Ihnen alte Schule?"
"Ich bin aus Brennen Angst in Herzgeberge, Herr Professor."
"BRENNEN ANGST?" He repeated, as if to make sure that is what was said.
She raised her eyebrow. "Ja, Herr Professor, glauben Sie mich nicht?"
"Nein, ich glaube Sie." He thought for a moment. "Sprechen Sie Englisch?"
"Ja- wollen Sie mich Englisch sprechen?"
"Ja!" He smiled happily.
"Very well then, Mr. Professor." She did a small curtsey and liftered her head. "Where shall you have me to sit?" She spoke with a perfect English accent.
"Let us see, shall we?" He moved from behind the teachers table and motioned for her to sit upon the stool. She sat and Professor Dumbledore placed the raggidy Sorting Hat upon her head. She seemed to be muttering something as the Hat was comtemplating which house to sort her into. Students began to crane their necks to see the foreign girl. The Hat took unusually long and seemed to me fighting with Renate. At long last, it shouted: "SLYTHERIN!" There was an especially loud cheer from Malfoy's table as she stood from the stool. Her eye's seemed terrified and she looked longingly at the Gryffindor table.
"Now now people, I must have silence." The room hushed. "This is Renate Engl, appearantly a foreign exchange student from Brennen Angst Wizarding School in The Herz Mountains of Germany. She will be staying for the remainder of the year, in the Slytherin house." Another cheer came from the Slytherin tables. Dumbledore again, raised his hand. "Before the Beginning Year Feast, I have a few things I'd like to touch up on. This year, as always, NO ONE IS ALLOWED IN THE FORBIDDEN FOREST. No students, other than those third-year and older are allowed in Hogsmede. Now that I have spoken my fill, let us eat to ours!" The plates suddenly filled with all sorts of food.
Harry heard Hermione mumble something about house elves, but ate anyways. Harry then noticed Ron staring at Renate.
"Ron?"
Ron looked at Harry sadly. "You saw it, right? She obviously didn't WANT to be a Slytherin, did you see how heart broken she was when the Hat put her in with THAT?" Harry noticed, too. that Renate was being suffocated by the persence of Malfoy and his goonies. Ron watched her.
Hermione looked at him. "The way you keep staring, you'd think she was a veela!"
Ron grunted. "Bloody hell! I'll eat my wand if she's not!"
Meisako: Tag, Renate! Ich spreche Deustch!
Engl: Aber wie gut?
Meisako: Yeah yeah- okay. So your English is better than my German, but any way- Why are you so sad?
Engl: That's not a polite thing to ask another.
Meisako: I'm sorry. So- what have you been saying to the veiwers?
Engl: Sie sprechen Deutsch nicht so gut, Sie glauben dann.
Meisako: I don't know what you just said-- ! :(
Engl: I know, isn't it great?
Meisako: You're weird-
Joins us next time for "Pointless Dialog" or "I have nothing Better to Write About".