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It did, however, turn out to be harder than Ron thought. So many people wanted to know who this strange new girl wearing blue was, that Callen couldn't avoid talking to them. Especially Malfoy, who seemed to smell a rat and pestered Callen as much as he could.
"Hey, Weasley number two," he yelled while they were at dinner, a week after Callen had arrived.
Callen, who was wearing borrowed robes of Hermione's, sighed and rested her head in her hands.
"What do you want, Draco?" she asked.
"Malfoy, leave my cousin alone," Ron snapped.
"Don't like me talking to her, do you, Weasel?" Malfoy asked. His cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, sniggered. "Are you afraid that I might hurt her by talking to her?" he added, smirking.
"More like you'll hurt her by looking at her," Harry jumped in. Callen groaned.
"I can fight my own battles, thank you very much," she said, standing. She walked over to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy sat. "What is it, Draco?"
"I was wondering where, exactly, in France you lived," he said, smirking at her.
"Why did you want to know that?" she asked, somewhat nervously.
"Just curious," Draco said, grinning at Crabbe and Goyle, who grinned stupidly back.
"Why does it matter where I live?" Callen asked, avoiding his gaze.
"I just want to know. Is that a bad thing?"
Yes, Callen wanted to say. Yes, it was a very bad thing. Instead, she said "Um, I'm going to go finish eating." She hurried back to the Gryffindor table. "Guys," she said in a low voice. "I think Malfoy's catching on, or something."
"What makes you think that?" Ron asked.
"Well, he keeps asking me things that I would know if I really was your cousin, and that I wouldn't know if I wasn't," she explained.
"Malfoy's just being a jerk, just ignore him," Harry reassured her.
"I don't know." she said, staring off into space.
"Anyway, did you enjoy your first week of school?" Hermione asked, changing the subject.
"It's different than what I'm used to, but it's fun," Callen said, sitting. She stared at her plate of peas, mashed potatoes, and beef stew. "Ugh," she said, pushing it away.
"What's wrong with your food?" Hermione asked anxiously. "You don't think that the house-elves have started a revolt, do you?"
"Why would they, Hermione? I thought you learned your lesson in our fourth year," Ron complained. Hermione wasn't listening.
"I'll need to make more buttons, and get more people to join," she rattled on.
"What's she talking about?" Callen whispered to Harry.
"S.P.E.W.," Harry whispered back. "It's something she started in our fourth year to gain rights for house-elves."
"Riiiight," Callen said. "Hermione, nothing is wrong with my food. I'm just not hungry."
"Oh."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, Callen sat in the common room all by herself, staring out a window. It was past midnight, and all the other Gryffindor students had gone to bed. She was wearing a short white nightgown, another borrowed item of Hermione's. She sat with her legs folded under her, just staring.
She sat like that until about one, when a sudden loud noise startled her. She bit back a yell and turned to see Harry sitting at the bottom of the staircase, rubbing his head.
"Ow," he muttered. He stood up and walked over to the fire, glancing around as he did. When he saw Callen, he was the one to bite back a scream. "What the bloody hell are you doing down here?" he yelled in a whisper. (Hope you know what I mean, people)
"What are you doing down here?" she whispered back.
"None of your business, that's what," he said. He walked over to her, crossed his arms, and glared at her.
"None of your business, that's what," she repeated, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
"Stop it, and get up to the dorm," Harry said, annoyed. He uncrossed his arms and pointed at the staircase. "Go," he added.
"Get up to the dorm yourself," she said, standing her ground. "I'm not going up yet."
"No, you," Harry said.
"Not until you tell me what you're doing down here," they both said at the same time.
"Stop it!" they said, once again, both at the same time.
"Go to bed!" they said (I bet you can guess how - yep! You're right!) at the same time. This might've gone on for hours, but they were suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"Harry?" a man called. "Are you there?"
Callen shrieked. Harry quickly covered her mouth with his hand. "Shhh," he hissed. She nodded and he took away his hand. "I told you to go to the dorm," he said.
"No way," she said, crossing her arms again. "I'm not leaving you down here by yourself when there are invisible people calling out your name."
"He isn't invisible," Harry said, sighing. "I guess you can stay. Come with me."
She followed him to in front of the fireplace. What she saw there nearly made her scream again.
It was a human head, sitting in the flames.
"Sirius, meet Callen," Harry said, kneeling. "Callen, this is my godfather."
"Pleasure," Callen gasped out. She dropped to her knees as well.
"Who are you?" Sirius asked suspiciously.
"I'm Callen, like he said," she said, half annoyed.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. Harry sighed.
"Sirius, this is the girl that I told you about, the one that we think is going to help us," Harry explained. "Her name is Callen." he trailed off, realizing that she had never told them what her last name was.
"Callen." Sirius said, raising his eyebrows at her to indicate that he wanted to know her last name.
"Just Callen," she said stupidly. "Am I supposed to have any other name?"
"Most people have a last name," Sirius said. Turning to Harry, he said, trying not to let Callen hear him, "I don't trust her."
"I don't trust you," Callen snapped, having heard him after all. "You're just a head sitting in the fireplace. Why should I trust you?"
"I have a body, just it's easier for me to talk to Harry like this instead of coming to the castle because it's faster. And when I'm like this, all you can see is my head," Sirius explained. He was smiling now.
"Are you laughing at me?" she demanded.
"No, I'm not," Sirius said, still smiling. "You have a perfectly good reason for not trusting me. I was in prison for the murder of Harry's parents for twelve years. Then I escaped."
Callen's mouth dropped open, and she quickly got up and backed away, frightened. "You.you killed his parents?" she gasped.
Harry stood up and went over to her. "No, he didn't. He was just blamed for it." Seeing the doubtful look on her face, he quickly added, "I'll explain later."
He led her back to the fire, and they both sat down again.
"Anyway, Harry, we need to talk about what's going on here," Sirius said. "Has anything suspicious happened lately?"
"Not really," Harry said. "Everything's going pretty much normal for here."
"Well, everything isn't normal outside of Hogwarts," Sirius replied grimly.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Voldemort's got some new followers. No one knows who they are, but they aren't pure wizard. And he's killing more people," Sirius said grimly.
"So.what are we supposed to do?" Harry asked.
"Keep doing what you're already doing," Sirius told him. "Just keep on going."
(A/N [someone please tell me what that means.] sorry about the chapters being so short. Just if I make them short, I can post them faster, so.they're short. Please please PLEASE review! I'll cry if you don't! [not seriously, but if it makes people review it, why not] thanks!)
It did, however, turn out to be harder than Ron thought. So many people wanted to know who this strange new girl wearing blue was, that Callen couldn't avoid talking to them. Especially Malfoy, who seemed to smell a rat and pestered Callen as much as he could.
"Hey, Weasley number two," he yelled while they were at dinner, a week after Callen had arrived.
Callen, who was wearing borrowed robes of Hermione's, sighed and rested her head in her hands.
"What do you want, Draco?" she asked.
"Malfoy, leave my cousin alone," Ron snapped.
"Don't like me talking to her, do you, Weasel?" Malfoy asked. His cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, sniggered. "Are you afraid that I might hurt her by talking to her?" he added, smirking.
"More like you'll hurt her by looking at her," Harry jumped in. Callen groaned.
"I can fight my own battles, thank you very much," she said, standing. She walked over to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy sat. "What is it, Draco?"
"I was wondering where, exactly, in France you lived," he said, smirking at her.
"Why did you want to know that?" she asked, somewhat nervously.
"Just curious," Draco said, grinning at Crabbe and Goyle, who grinned stupidly back.
"Why does it matter where I live?" Callen asked, avoiding his gaze.
"I just want to know. Is that a bad thing?"
Yes, Callen wanted to say. Yes, it was a very bad thing. Instead, she said "Um, I'm going to go finish eating." She hurried back to the Gryffindor table. "Guys," she said in a low voice. "I think Malfoy's catching on, or something."
"What makes you think that?" Ron asked.
"Well, he keeps asking me things that I would know if I really was your cousin, and that I wouldn't know if I wasn't," she explained.
"Malfoy's just being a jerk, just ignore him," Harry reassured her.
"I don't know." she said, staring off into space.
"Anyway, did you enjoy your first week of school?" Hermione asked, changing the subject.
"It's different than what I'm used to, but it's fun," Callen said, sitting. She stared at her plate of peas, mashed potatoes, and beef stew. "Ugh," she said, pushing it away.
"What's wrong with your food?" Hermione asked anxiously. "You don't think that the house-elves have started a revolt, do you?"
"Why would they, Hermione? I thought you learned your lesson in our fourth year," Ron complained. Hermione wasn't listening.
"I'll need to make more buttons, and get more people to join," she rattled on.
"What's she talking about?" Callen whispered to Harry.
"S.P.E.W.," Harry whispered back. "It's something she started in our fourth year to gain rights for house-elves."
"Riiiight," Callen said. "Hermione, nothing is wrong with my food. I'm just not hungry."
"Oh."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, Callen sat in the common room all by herself, staring out a window. It was past midnight, and all the other Gryffindor students had gone to bed. She was wearing a short white nightgown, another borrowed item of Hermione's. She sat with her legs folded under her, just staring.
She sat like that until about one, when a sudden loud noise startled her. She bit back a yell and turned to see Harry sitting at the bottom of the staircase, rubbing his head.
"Ow," he muttered. He stood up and walked over to the fire, glancing around as he did. When he saw Callen, he was the one to bite back a scream. "What the bloody hell are you doing down here?" he yelled in a whisper. (Hope you know what I mean, people)
"What are you doing down here?" she whispered back.
"None of your business, that's what," he said. He walked over to her, crossed his arms, and glared at her.
"None of your business, that's what," she repeated, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
"Stop it, and get up to the dorm," Harry said, annoyed. He uncrossed his arms and pointed at the staircase. "Go," he added.
"Get up to the dorm yourself," she said, standing her ground. "I'm not going up yet."
"No, you," Harry said.
"Not until you tell me what you're doing down here," they both said at the same time.
"Stop it!" they said, once again, both at the same time.
"Go to bed!" they said (I bet you can guess how - yep! You're right!) at the same time. This might've gone on for hours, but they were suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"Harry?" a man called. "Are you there?"
Callen shrieked. Harry quickly covered her mouth with his hand. "Shhh," he hissed. She nodded and he took away his hand. "I told you to go to the dorm," he said.
"No way," she said, crossing her arms again. "I'm not leaving you down here by yourself when there are invisible people calling out your name."
"He isn't invisible," Harry said, sighing. "I guess you can stay. Come with me."
She followed him to in front of the fireplace. What she saw there nearly made her scream again.
It was a human head, sitting in the flames.
"Sirius, meet Callen," Harry said, kneeling. "Callen, this is my godfather."
"Pleasure," Callen gasped out. She dropped to her knees as well.
"Who are you?" Sirius asked suspiciously.
"I'm Callen, like he said," she said, half annoyed.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. Harry sighed.
"Sirius, this is the girl that I told you about, the one that we think is going to help us," Harry explained. "Her name is Callen." he trailed off, realizing that she had never told them what her last name was.
"Callen." Sirius said, raising his eyebrows at her to indicate that he wanted to know her last name.
"Just Callen," she said stupidly. "Am I supposed to have any other name?"
"Most people have a last name," Sirius said. Turning to Harry, he said, trying not to let Callen hear him, "I don't trust her."
"I don't trust you," Callen snapped, having heard him after all. "You're just a head sitting in the fireplace. Why should I trust you?"
"I have a body, just it's easier for me to talk to Harry like this instead of coming to the castle because it's faster. And when I'm like this, all you can see is my head," Sirius explained. He was smiling now.
"Are you laughing at me?" she demanded.
"No, I'm not," Sirius said, still smiling. "You have a perfectly good reason for not trusting me. I was in prison for the murder of Harry's parents for twelve years. Then I escaped."
Callen's mouth dropped open, and she quickly got up and backed away, frightened. "You.you killed his parents?" she gasped.
Harry stood up and went over to her. "No, he didn't. He was just blamed for it." Seeing the doubtful look on her face, he quickly added, "I'll explain later."
He led her back to the fire, and they both sat down again.
"Anyway, Harry, we need to talk about what's going on here," Sirius said. "Has anything suspicious happened lately?"
"Not really," Harry said. "Everything's going pretty much normal for here."
"Well, everything isn't normal outside of Hogwarts," Sirius replied grimly.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Voldemort's got some new followers. No one knows who they are, but they aren't pure wizard. And he's killing more people," Sirius said grimly.
"So.what are we supposed to do?" Harry asked.
"Keep doing what you're already doing," Sirius told him. "Just keep on going."
(A/N [someone please tell me what that means.] sorry about the chapters being so short. Just if I make them short, I can post them faster, so.they're short. Please please PLEASE review! I'll cry if you don't! [not seriously, but if it makes people review it, why not] thanks!)