Author's Note: Harry Potter Fever is catchy!!! Okay, this is my first
Harry Potter story, so please be gentle when reviewing. Please note that
this story follows a lot of the first book, sometimes word-for-word during
speeches and such. This is the story of a girl in Gryffindor that starts
school the same time Harry and the crew do, so a lot of this will seem
redundant at first... please forgive me! (*-*) Anyways, I hope you'll like
this!
Ye Olde Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Rurouni Kenshin names, etc. don't belong to me... yes, I am consciously aware of this, and yes, I swear that I am not making any money off of this story (at least not that I am aware of anywho). I don't have anything right now that you can take, anyways... Also, a lot of this is word-for-word, that is all J.K. Rowling's so I give her props.
Trinity Ferrell and the Heart of Darkness
First Year at Hogwarts
Chapter One- Thirteen Privet Drive
Trinity Ferrell was not your average eleven-year-old girl. For starters, she was a witch. She had known this all her life, really, and that did not seem to bother her in slightest. After all, her whole family was a line of wizards and witches. She had long, light brown hair like her mother and older sister, Celeste, and her eyes were the color of the clear blue sky. She was pretty, but she didn't think so herself.
Trinity admired Celeste. She longed to have hair like Celeste's, long and smooth and silky, and always seeming to be in its place. Celeste's eyes were a beautiful hazel, always changing to match every outfit she wore. Also, Celeste was popular, both in the Muggle world as well as in the Wizard World. She got high scores on her exams at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and played as a Chaser alternate on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Celeste was obsessed with Quidditch, which added insult to injury to Trinity, as she couldn't fly on a broom stick very well because she had an intense fear of heights.
Trinity wanted to be like Celeste because Celeste had many friends. Trinity was not very popular at the Muggle school she attended because of what made her so unusual- she was a natural born psychic, an expert at Divination. When she would fall into a trance, however, she would black out. When she woke up, her classmates would look at her funny and keep at a distance. All of her predictions would come true, which was worse. And worse yet, the teachers paid special attention to her because of her "seizures" and so the class not only thought she was a freak, they also dubbed her as the teacher's pet.
Trinity was lucky, though, to have one friend. Howard Sano, her neighbor and childhood friend since as long as she could remember, was the best friend anyone could have in the world. They shared everything, their love of Japanese animation (especially Rurouni Kenshin), their feelings, and all their deepest, darkest secrets.
Well, almost all of their deepest, darkest secrets. Trinity's father, Nikolas Ferrell, had made her swear that she would never tell ANY Muggle, including Howard, that they were a wizarding family. It was the only secret and the biggest secret that she kept from her best friend. Her father had threatened her many times that if their secret got out, they would have to move from Privet Drive, and that he would never allow her to speak to Howard again.
The Ferrell family, besides being from the bloodline of many wizards and witches, had to live in house thirteen on Privet Drive because of Colette Ferrell, their mother. She had a "special duty" that forced them to leave the comfort of the Magic Realm and live in the Muggle world. Not even their father had a clue to what their mother's duty was in the Muggle world, and whenever Trinity inquired about it her mother would simply change the subject. Trinity and Celeste had pretty much grown up in this world, so it did not bother them at all. Trent, Trinity's two-year-old brother, was born in the Muggle world and knew nothing of the Magic Realm. Their mother had fully adapted to life in the Magicless Realm, and was a teacher at a local elementary school. But Trinity's father was not exactly happy to be in the Muggle world.
Nikolas Ferrell was a tall, handsome but worn man, with light blue eyes like Trinity's and thinning black hair. He was a graduate from Hogwarts, as was Trinity's mother. He was not fortunate, however, in the Muggle world to get a job he liked. He worked for Grunnings, a drill company, which he was not fond of at all. He hated his job, worse yet the man he worked with that lived at number four, Privet Drive- Vernon Dursley.
"How can a man be proud of that... that thing he raised for a son?" Trinity's father would often spit out during dinner. "All day long, 'Dudders this, Dudley that'... it's enough to make you sick! Now if he had children like ours, Colette, there's something to brag about."
Her father was a nice man, but Trinity often caught him when he wasn't looking staring loathingly out the window upon the Muggle world, obviously longing to return to the Magic Realm.
It was a sunny summer morning when Trinity's letter to Hogwarts arrived. This was a day she both longed for and dreaded. She thought it would be nice to finally leave her Muggle school, and all of her horrible classmates... but she hated the fact that she would have to leave without telling her best friend in the entire universe where she was going, or when she was coming back. Her father and mother beamed proudly as Trinity picked up the sealed letter on the kitchen table. "Looks like both of our lovely daughters will go to a proper school now," Nikolas said with a grin.
Colette Ferrell smiled as she struggled to get her bouncy toddler into his high chair. "If only Trent would use his energy toward witchcraft when he gets older..."
"Someday," Nikolas said. "Well, I'd better be off to work." He said almost distastefully.
He still smiled though, kissed his wife, patted his son on the head, and hugged Trinity quickly good bye. "Be good for Mommy," he told Trent. "Same goes to Celeste, whenever she gets down from her Quidditch field of a room. We'll celebrate tonight. I assume you'll all be heading to Diagon Alley today, right? Have fun, keep close together, okay? Love you, dear... bye girls!"
Nikolas raced off to his car and headed for work. Trinity looked at her letter, reading it over and over again until she had it entirely memorized. "I'm so proud of you, honey," Colette told her daughter, attempting to spoon some baby cereal into Trent's mouth. "I'm sure you'll make a fine student at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts? The letters came today?" Celeste asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Yes, dear. Yours is right over there on the counter," their mother said.
"Alright! I can't wait 'till the first Quidditch practice!" Celeste beamed. "This year I'm gonna be a starter for Gryffindor, I know it! I've been practic- er, studying tactics all summer!" Celeste avoided a suspiscious look from her mother and turned to Trinity instead. "Wow! You're finally a first year, sis! I'm proud of ya! I know you'll do great at Hogwarts!"
"Thanks," Trinity blushed modestly.
Celeste smiled, then said, "Perhaps you'll finally learn to properly ride a broom and get into Quidditch a bit more."
Trinity sighed. Her sister was more obsessed with Quidditch than Trinity was with anime. Quidditch was Celeste's entire life. Her room was entirely decorated with moving posters and designed in her favorite team's colors, so her windows had to be boarded up and hidden away from Muggles. As popular as she was, no one in the Muggle world was ever invited to sleep over, but Celeste didn't care. "Ireland's playing tonight. I wish I could go!" Celeste whined after reading the Sports section of the Daily Prophet. "Mom, can I please go?"
"Absolutely not, Celeste. You know about flying when there's Muggles around! You have to set an example for your brother and sister!" Colette sighed, giving up on properly seating her squirming toddler.
"Come on Mom! Pleeeease?" Celeste begged. "I'll be careful! I promise!"
"That's what you said last time, and you were lucky that Petunia Dursley was pampering her little piglet and didn't see you!"
"What if I used Floo powder, Mom?"
"Absolutely not, Celeste. End of discussion." Trinity knew that tone of voice meant NOT to mess with her mother.
Celeste obviously knew this too, and didn't say anything more, but she was obviously still upset with her mother's decision. "We'll be going to Diagon Alley after breakfast, Celeste," Colette said, changing the subject. "So if you want to bring your spending money for extra things, get it together."
"Alright!" Celeste cheered, suddenly not depressed. "I'll go get ready now!" She scarfed up three pieces of bacon and a slice of buttered toast, then raced back up to her bedroom.
The sound of a door slamming shut upstairs was heard a few moments later. Colette rubbed her forehead tiredly. "It was so much easier when she was your age, Trent... and didn't know a thing about Quidditch."
A sudden knock at the front door caught Trinity's attention. "I'll get it!" Trinity leapt from the table and bounded toward the front door.
She opened the door quickly, already knowing who stood there. "Howie!" she smiled, and led him inside.
Howie's smile seemed a bit brighter today, his cheeks were flushed and he was breathing hard, obviously excited. "You'll never believe what happened this morning!" he squealed breathlessly.
"What?" Trinity asked, leading her friend into the kitchen.
"It was the strangest thing," Howie began, panting. "May I sit down?"
"Of course, Howie. You're always welcome here," Colette said, pulling him a chair next to Trinity's. "Let me get you some water. It's much to hot today to be running around, you know."
She poured him a glass of water, which Howie half finished in one gulp, then continued his story to Trinity, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement. "I swear this is all true! An owl flew in my kitchen window during breakfast and it dropped an envelop right on my lap!"
Now Trinity was getting excited, wondering if what she thought was true. "Yeah? Then what happened?"
"The letter was addressed to me, and I opened it... and it says that I was accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Howie pulled the letter out of his pocket and beamed proudly. "It turns out that I'm a wizard, but not only that- Kevin is too! He has been going there for three years, and this will be his fourth coming up! They've been saying he was going to Military school all that time, but he's really a wizard too! My mom nearly fainted when she read this, but isn't it so cool? I've never imagined... me, a wizard..." He suddenly paused. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's all true. Are you okay, Trin? You look like you're about to cry..."
Trinity WAS about to burst into tears, but these were tears of joy. "Oh Howie! That's so great!" she finally burst out, running over and hugging her best friend. "This is the best news I've ever heard! I wanted to let you know for so long! I was so afraid you'd hate me once I left!"
"Once you left?" Howie asked.
"Yeah!" she said, pulling away from him and looking to her mother. "Is it alright? May I tell him, Mom?"
"Well, I don't see why not," Colette smiled. "After all, your father said not to tell any Muggles, and Howie here is obviously not a Muggle..."
"What's a Muggle?" Howie asked, then said, "You guys sure are taking this well... I'd be dead from shock or just not believe a word I just said..."
"Howie," Trinity said, turning to him with a huge smile. "There's something I need to tell you. Something that I've wanted to tell you for a very long time..."
Well, that's Chapter One. I hope you liked it! Chapter Two is on it's way, so stay tuned! Please review if you have any questions or comments (^-^) Thanks, and please keep in mind that this is my first Harry Potter story, so please be gentle...
Ye Olde Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Rurouni Kenshin names, etc. don't belong to me... yes, I am consciously aware of this, and yes, I swear that I am not making any money off of this story (at least not that I am aware of anywho). I don't have anything right now that you can take, anyways... Also, a lot of this is word-for-word, that is all J.K. Rowling's so I give her props.
Trinity Ferrell and the Heart of Darkness
First Year at Hogwarts
Chapter One- Thirteen Privet Drive
Trinity Ferrell was not your average eleven-year-old girl. For starters, she was a witch. She had known this all her life, really, and that did not seem to bother her in slightest. After all, her whole family was a line of wizards and witches. She had long, light brown hair like her mother and older sister, Celeste, and her eyes were the color of the clear blue sky. She was pretty, but she didn't think so herself.
Trinity admired Celeste. She longed to have hair like Celeste's, long and smooth and silky, and always seeming to be in its place. Celeste's eyes were a beautiful hazel, always changing to match every outfit she wore. Also, Celeste was popular, both in the Muggle world as well as in the Wizard World. She got high scores on her exams at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and played as a Chaser alternate on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Celeste was obsessed with Quidditch, which added insult to injury to Trinity, as she couldn't fly on a broom stick very well because she had an intense fear of heights.
Trinity wanted to be like Celeste because Celeste had many friends. Trinity was not very popular at the Muggle school she attended because of what made her so unusual- she was a natural born psychic, an expert at Divination. When she would fall into a trance, however, she would black out. When she woke up, her classmates would look at her funny and keep at a distance. All of her predictions would come true, which was worse. And worse yet, the teachers paid special attention to her because of her "seizures" and so the class not only thought she was a freak, they also dubbed her as the teacher's pet.
Trinity was lucky, though, to have one friend. Howard Sano, her neighbor and childhood friend since as long as she could remember, was the best friend anyone could have in the world. They shared everything, their love of Japanese animation (especially Rurouni Kenshin), their feelings, and all their deepest, darkest secrets.
Well, almost all of their deepest, darkest secrets. Trinity's father, Nikolas Ferrell, had made her swear that she would never tell ANY Muggle, including Howard, that they were a wizarding family. It was the only secret and the biggest secret that she kept from her best friend. Her father had threatened her many times that if their secret got out, they would have to move from Privet Drive, and that he would never allow her to speak to Howard again.
The Ferrell family, besides being from the bloodline of many wizards and witches, had to live in house thirteen on Privet Drive because of Colette Ferrell, their mother. She had a "special duty" that forced them to leave the comfort of the Magic Realm and live in the Muggle world. Not even their father had a clue to what their mother's duty was in the Muggle world, and whenever Trinity inquired about it her mother would simply change the subject. Trinity and Celeste had pretty much grown up in this world, so it did not bother them at all. Trent, Trinity's two-year-old brother, was born in the Muggle world and knew nothing of the Magic Realm. Their mother had fully adapted to life in the Magicless Realm, and was a teacher at a local elementary school. But Trinity's father was not exactly happy to be in the Muggle world.
Nikolas Ferrell was a tall, handsome but worn man, with light blue eyes like Trinity's and thinning black hair. He was a graduate from Hogwarts, as was Trinity's mother. He was not fortunate, however, in the Muggle world to get a job he liked. He worked for Grunnings, a drill company, which he was not fond of at all. He hated his job, worse yet the man he worked with that lived at number four, Privet Drive- Vernon Dursley.
"How can a man be proud of that... that thing he raised for a son?" Trinity's father would often spit out during dinner. "All day long, 'Dudders this, Dudley that'... it's enough to make you sick! Now if he had children like ours, Colette, there's something to brag about."
Her father was a nice man, but Trinity often caught him when he wasn't looking staring loathingly out the window upon the Muggle world, obviously longing to return to the Magic Realm.
It was a sunny summer morning when Trinity's letter to Hogwarts arrived. This was a day she both longed for and dreaded. She thought it would be nice to finally leave her Muggle school, and all of her horrible classmates... but she hated the fact that she would have to leave without telling her best friend in the entire universe where she was going, or when she was coming back. Her father and mother beamed proudly as Trinity picked up the sealed letter on the kitchen table. "Looks like both of our lovely daughters will go to a proper school now," Nikolas said with a grin.
Colette Ferrell smiled as she struggled to get her bouncy toddler into his high chair. "If only Trent would use his energy toward witchcraft when he gets older..."
"Someday," Nikolas said. "Well, I'd better be off to work." He said almost distastefully.
He still smiled though, kissed his wife, patted his son on the head, and hugged Trinity quickly good bye. "Be good for Mommy," he told Trent. "Same goes to Celeste, whenever she gets down from her Quidditch field of a room. We'll celebrate tonight. I assume you'll all be heading to Diagon Alley today, right? Have fun, keep close together, okay? Love you, dear... bye girls!"
Nikolas raced off to his car and headed for work. Trinity looked at her letter, reading it over and over again until she had it entirely memorized. "I'm so proud of you, honey," Colette told her daughter, attempting to spoon some baby cereal into Trent's mouth. "I'm sure you'll make a fine student at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts? The letters came today?" Celeste asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Yes, dear. Yours is right over there on the counter," their mother said.
"Alright! I can't wait 'till the first Quidditch practice!" Celeste beamed. "This year I'm gonna be a starter for Gryffindor, I know it! I've been practic- er, studying tactics all summer!" Celeste avoided a suspiscious look from her mother and turned to Trinity instead. "Wow! You're finally a first year, sis! I'm proud of ya! I know you'll do great at Hogwarts!"
"Thanks," Trinity blushed modestly.
Celeste smiled, then said, "Perhaps you'll finally learn to properly ride a broom and get into Quidditch a bit more."
Trinity sighed. Her sister was more obsessed with Quidditch than Trinity was with anime. Quidditch was Celeste's entire life. Her room was entirely decorated with moving posters and designed in her favorite team's colors, so her windows had to be boarded up and hidden away from Muggles. As popular as she was, no one in the Muggle world was ever invited to sleep over, but Celeste didn't care. "Ireland's playing tonight. I wish I could go!" Celeste whined after reading the Sports section of the Daily Prophet. "Mom, can I please go?"
"Absolutely not, Celeste. You know about flying when there's Muggles around! You have to set an example for your brother and sister!" Colette sighed, giving up on properly seating her squirming toddler.
"Come on Mom! Pleeeease?" Celeste begged. "I'll be careful! I promise!"
"That's what you said last time, and you were lucky that Petunia Dursley was pampering her little piglet and didn't see you!"
"What if I used Floo powder, Mom?"
"Absolutely not, Celeste. End of discussion." Trinity knew that tone of voice meant NOT to mess with her mother.
Celeste obviously knew this too, and didn't say anything more, but she was obviously still upset with her mother's decision. "We'll be going to Diagon Alley after breakfast, Celeste," Colette said, changing the subject. "So if you want to bring your spending money for extra things, get it together."
"Alright!" Celeste cheered, suddenly not depressed. "I'll go get ready now!" She scarfed up three pieces of bacon and a slice of buttered toast, then raced back up to her bedroom.
The sound of a door slamming shut upstairs was heard a few moments later. Colette rubbed her forehead tiredly. "It was so much easier when she was your age, Trent... and didn't know a thing about Quidditch."
A sudden knock at the front door caught Trinity's attention. "I'll get it!" Trinity leapt from the table and bounded toward the front door.
She opened the door quickly, already knowing who stood there. "Howie!" she smiled, and led him inside.
Howie's smile seemed a bit brighter today, his cheeks were flushed and he was breathing hard, obviously excited. "You'll never believe what happened this morning!" he squealed breathlessly.
"What?" Trinity asked, leading her friend into the kitchen.
"It was the strangest thing," Howie began, panting. "May I sit down?"
"Of course, Howie. You're always welcome here," Colette said, pulling him a chair next to Trinity's. "Let me get you some water. It's much to hot today to be running around, you know."
She poured him a glass of water, which Howie half finished in one gulp, then continued his story to Trinity, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement. "I swear this is all true! An owl flew in my kitchen window during breakfast and it dropped an envelop right on my lap!"
Now Trinity was getting excited, wondering if what she thought was true. "Yeah? Then what happened?"
"The letter was addressed to me, and I opened it... and it says that I was accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Howie pulled the letter out of his pocket and beamed proudly. "It turns out that I'm a wizard, but not only that- Kevin is too! He has been going there for three years, and this will be his fourth coming up! They've been saying he was going to Military school all that time, but he's really a wizard too! My mom nearly fainted when she read this, but isn't it so cool? I've never imagined... me, a wizard..." He suddenly paused. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's all true. Are you okay, Trin? You look like you're about to cry..."
Trinity WAS about to burst into tears, but these were tears of joy. "Oh Howie! That's so great!" she finally burst out, running over and hugging her best friend. "This is the best news I've ever heard! I wanted to let you know for so long! I was so afraid you'd hate me once I left!"
"Once you left?" Howie asked.
"Yeah!" she said, pulling away from him and looking to her mother. "Is it alright? May I tell him, Mom?"
"Well, I don't see why not," Colette smiled. "After all, your father said not to tell any Muggles, and Howie here is obviously not a Muggle..."
"What's a Muggle?" Howie asked, then said, "You guys sure are taking this well... I'd be dead from shock or just not believe a word I just said..."
"Howie," Trinity said, turning to him with a huge smile. "There's something I need to tell you. Something that I've wanted to tell you for a very long time..."
Well, that's Chapter One. I hope you liked it! Chapter Two is on it's way, so stay tuned! Please review if you have any questions or comments (^-^) Thanks, and please keep in mind that this is my first Harry Potter story, so please be gentle...