Title: Newcomer
Rating: PG-13
Author: This is my first H.P. Fanfic, so plz be nice. R&R.
Disclaimer: Arwen is mine, everything else is owned by J. K. Rowling. Though if there's something else u recognise, then plz say
Summary: Harry is in his 5th year, and there's a new girl in school. But something about her is extremely strange... Will Harry & friends cope?
*****
Chapter 3: Talking Owls & A Really Strange Dream:
Arwen was dreaming. She was back at the mountains, her forest home the same as always. Her tree house seemed untouched, the pool of water not dirty. The spell for security not tampered with, or showed any history of intruder.
As she walked toward the centre of the clearing, a great, grey owl swooped over and dropped a letter in front of her, then landed on a branch, to watch and wait for Arwen, to open the letter.
Filled with curiosity, at the letter, and the giant bird, she opened the letter...
It was a recipe for 'dreamless sleep'. How strange. Turning to the bird, she asked him in a language, too ancient for human beings to understand,
"Who sent this letter to me? Why was this letter sent to me?" Arwen frowned, "why can I read it." Arwen walked past the owl and knelt beside the pool and washed her face, muttering under her breath, "I'm dreaming," the owl flew in front of her, and settled on a giant stone in the middle of the pool,
"You are dreaming. I am a messenger from the Elders, about your new situation. What you did was extremely stupid, and you were nearly lost." Arwen looked up at the owl in confusion.
"What are you talking about? What did I do?" Sighing in a very un-owly way, he shuffled his feet and fluffed his feathers in annoyance, before speaking again,
"Look at the recipe, try to remember what happened..." sighing, Arwen once again looked through the paper, trying to find what these words meant,
"Unicorn Milk, Dragon's Hide? Who would go to such dangerous measures to get this stuff?" Arwen looked at the owl, but he remained silent, "Oookay... Uh...Wait! Vergiften Rose, the Ver-gif-ten Rose... I know that! Wait... ah, it'll come..."
'Ver-gif-ten Rose, Ver-gif-ten Rose, Vergiften...' Arwen looked up at the bird, which was waiting patiently for Arwen to figure out what had happened only half an hour ago, then it came in a giant rush,
Hogwarts... Harry, Ron, Hermione, Pig, the giant squid, Hagrid. Crabbe, Draco, Professor Snape, Neville, the potion, the thorn. The Vergiften Rose Thorn, **cut off the parts with the reddish tint** Arwen groaned, and the owl made an expression, that looked to be with one eyebrow raised (if owls had eyebrows),
"Remember anything?" Arwen looked at the owl with her 'Duh-what-do-you- think?' look, and collapsed on the grassy floor,
"How bad was I?" The owl gave a frown in its owl-like way, and looked down its beak like a librarian might do at someone screaming in a library.
"The magic you used drained you of your strength, that you were nearly taken over by your bad side of spirit! You didn't realize it, but the 'accident' was actually an attempt to catch you off guard, so you'd be taken over, and be made a servant of the dark side. If it weren't for the fact Neville's memory held that of what happened to his parents by the servants of evil, it would have been most likely, you wouldn't be here now"
Arwen tilted her head, and searched the owls face,
"What do you mean?"
"Neville's parents are in a wizard's hospital, they are insane." Arwen gasped at the news, 'that must have been terrible',
"Why did that help? I'd of thought the hunger of revenge would have helped beat me"
"No, Neville doesn't feel revenge. He feels 'fear'. The picture it left in his mind, when his parents were struck, was that he never wanted that to happen to anyone, and that evil was not the right path. He is of pure good". Arwen swung her legs round so she was sitting cross-legged,
"How long till I wake?"
"In about quarter of an hour. We had to work quite hard just to give you half your strength back," Arwen straightened her back in surprise and looked at the bird with a slight smile,
"You guy's have been watching over me?"
"Of course. Your as important as Harry Potter in this fight of Good & Evil," Arwen frowned,
"Why is he important?" The owl sighed, and ruffled his feathers,
"Ok, as this may help in your quest to come, I'll tell you from the beginning..."
*****
Professor Snape walked over to where Madam Pomfrey was checking on her patients.
Arwen, Draco and Vincent [Crabbe] were still unconscious, whether from the pain or exhaustion she wasn't sure. Neville, having been healed by Arwen, had been checked anyway, but showed no unhealthy signs, except for a small amount of blood loss.
Though he had continued to stay. Even from the glares of Professor Snape, and cleaning of bloody wounds, which would of made any uneasy, especially those that were squeamish. Pomfrey felt pity for the boy.
Amazingly, Arwen had healed quite dramatically of course, after the incident, this wasn't surprising, though was still severe. Professor Snape had been no help at all in trying to heal his wounds. He had had to let his class have a free period, as there was no one to teach them. Many had spent most their time in the Hospital Wing, before being shooed out by Madam Pomfrey.
He was in a sour mood, and not only did he fail at making 'Potter's little friend' unsuccessful in her first assignment, he was also was covered in painful wounds, which stung at the slightest movement. 'Better if I had passed out'. The ointment Madam Pomfrey used was extremely itchy, and it was bothering him enough to *kill* that ignorant boy.
He once again glowered over in Neville's direction, noticing, Neville turned pale, and started squirming around on his chair, 'I'll make his life a living nightmare in the memory of this day.'
Ignoring the nurse's command, he scratched at his face. Looking over at Arwen, he was surprised to see that she was in fact mumbling something in her sleep. 'She must be dreaming, good... I think; she'll wake up soon.' That spell she did on the boy was something even *he* couldn't do. 'It was extremely impressive.'
He was about to call Poppy over to check on her, when he thought he heard the word 'Harry'. Making sure no one was watching, Snape groaned as he stood up, and walked over and sat down beside Arwen, to listen to the girl's words.
"That explains the scar..." Snape smiled, she must be reliving a conversation with Potter, "but why did he not die? Even with my power, I couldn't defeat a dark wizard as powerful as he, it must have been some kind of protection spell on the boy." Or not?
Madam Pomfrey came back into the Hospital Wing to find Professor Snape leaning over Arwen, his ear almost touching her lips, with a curious expression on his face,
"Severus!" She hissed at him, "What *are* you doing?" Professor Snape held up his hand, and motioned her to come forward,
"She's talking to someone,"
"What are you talking about?"
"In her dream. She's talking to someone. Definitely not from this school," Madam Pomfrey walked over, opposite Snape, and pulled over a chair, and whispered,
"What is she talking about?" Snape sat back a bit,
"Someone is explaining to her about Po... Harry Potter, about the scar on his forehead, and Voldemort (Poppy cringed at the name). Something to do with being important, and the 'Elders'," Madam Pomfrey seemed quite interested in this news, and opened her mouth to speak, but then set it into a frown,
"Professor, I'd prefer, as interesting as this might be, that you leave my patient in peace," Snape looked like he was about to speak, but she cut him off, "We will confirm what information you know to Professor Dumbledore, and maybe, we will question Arwen later, but please Professor! I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone spying on a private conversation,"
Looking one more time towards Arwen, he glared at Pomfrey, before taking off back to his seat, and went over what he had heard,
'She wanted to know why she was important as Harry Potter, and obviously that person wouldn't say, or was telling her now. Though there was a connection, the spell... It came right out of her hand, no wand, or incantation, and healed him completely, she certainly was *special*...' Thinking on this knowledge, Professor Snape pondered on the thought, 'maybe the connection's with Voldemort...'
*****
Arwen suddenly felt panic. She was talking to the owl, when everything swamped into darkness, then into an extremely bright light. 'Ah, I'm waking up,' trying to swallowing down the fear, as she found her body in great pain, and that she could hardly move, Arwen groaned as she felt head spin as she opened her eyes. Everything was blurred, and the lights were giving her a headache, 'what is this place? Why is it so white?'
Someone moved over her line of vision, and peered over her,
"Ah, Arwen. You're awake!" Arwen screwed up her eyes, trying to get any idea of who this woman is,
"Who are you? Where am I?" Her vision was getting better; she was in a room full of small beds, covered in white sheets, matching the white walls, ceiling, and the clothes of the woman in front of her. The woman smiled reassuringly,
"I am Madam Pomfrey, I am the nurse at Hogwarts School. This is the hospital wing. You were in an accident in Potions Class, as some of your friends have also..." Wincing, Arwen propped herself on her arms and stared amazed at the two still forms on the beds either side of her. Scanning the room, she noticed Neville sitting across the room.
When she looked at him, he held her gaze for a few seconds, and then quickly looked away, 'she must hate me'. Arwen opened her mouth to say she didn't, but then remember she wasn't supposed to know his thoughts, she shut it quickly.
She also noticed Professor Snape standing in the corner, far away from Neville as possible. There were scars on his face, dried blood had caught in his hair, but he didn't seem to care. He noticed her gaze and watched her coldly; she stared back.
Wincing, Arwen sat up, and realized she was only wearing some kind of white dress. It was very thin, 'I can't go around in this?' Looking back at Snape, who was watching her with mild interested, she frowned and swung her legs over the bed, 'can't hurt if he sees abit more magic, he knows enough by now, that I'm not normal'.
With one more suspicious glare towards Snape, she gathered her magic, and directed it at her clothing. It hazed, and turned into the muggle clothes she had used to come to Hogwarts.
Hopping off the bed, as Neville, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape stared in amazement at the transformation, she looked back Madam Pomfrey,
"I'll be ok. I can heal quite easily," Pomfrey frowned,
"You're not going that easily. You are still in a bad shape; I need to clean up these wounds, before you can go,"
"How long will it take?"
"At least a couple of hours I'm afraid." Arwen gaped at Pomfrey, before shaking her head and frowning,
"No way! What about my lessons! I haven't even completed *one* lesson yet!" Sighing, Arwen looked around as if searching for something, then turned back to the nurse, "what if I heal myself enough, so the skin mends enough to go around as normal?" Snape fixed Arwen with a lazy expression, before sighing silently, and walking towards them,
"Why not just heal yourself completely? Surely with the stunt with Longbottom, it should be easy, now that you've started healing the wounds?" Pomfrey and Arwen frowned at the Professor, while Neville turned red with the mention of his name,
"As you noticed, the 'stunt' almost killed me, I was ignorant, and used my power over the limit. As I've just woken up from the consequences, I'd rather not risk another full heal, but I'll try do as much as possible..." and with that, she stepped aside and stood in the middle of the room.
Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, and she was covered in a misty haze, that had covered Neville before. Before their eyes, the wounds began to shrink, and many disappeared. After a while, the mist dissolved, and opening her eyes, a bluish tinge could be seen evaporating from her pupils, before turning back to bluish-grey.
Madam Pomfrey reached out to her, as she looked like was going to faint again. Leading her back to the bed, Arwen scrunched up her eyes, as the room span again.
"Are you ok, Arwen?" As amazed as she was, at Arwen's healing power, she was seriously worried that these spells might be hurting her,
"I'm fine. It's just the energy loss..." When the dizzy feeling finally wore off, Arwen sat up slowly, and turned to Pomfrey, "Do you think I can go to lessons now?" Madam Pomfrey frowned in serious thought, as Arwen 'changed' her clothes back to her school uniform, now clean of the potion.
"Fine you may go, but I want you to come straight back if you feel the slightest bit ill, you understand?" Arwen nodded, and Madam Pomfrey looked toward Neville, "Neville, if you could please show Arwen to her next lesson," nodding, Neville waited for Arwen, and led her out the Hospital Wing.
*****
T.B.C. Plz R&R
Rating: PG-13
Author: This is my first H.P. Fanfic, so plz be nice. R&R.
Disclaimer: Arwen is mine, everything else is owned by J. K. Rowling. Though if there's something else u recognise, then plz say
Summary: Harry is in his 5th year, and there's a new girl in school. But something about her is extremely strange... Will Harry & friends cope?
*****
Chapter 3: Talking Owls & A Really Strange Dream:
Arwen was dreaming. She was back at the mountains, her forest home the same as always. Her tree house seemed untouched, the pool of water not dirty. The spell for security not tampered with, or showed any history of intruder.
As she walked toward the centre of the clearing, a great, grey owl swooped over and dropped a letter in front of her, then landed on a branch, to watch and wait for Arwen, to open the letter.
Filled with curiosity, at the letter, and the giant bird, she opened the letter...
It was a recipe for 'dreamless sleep'. How strange. Turning to the bird, she asked him in a language, too ancient for human beings to understand,
"Who sent this letter to me? Why was this letter sent to me?" Arwen frowned, "why can I read it." Arwen walked past the owl and knelt beside the pool and washed her face, muttering under her breath, "I'm dreaming," the owl flew in front of her, and settled on a giant stone in the middle of the pool,
"You are dreaming. I am a messenger from the Elders, about your new situation. What you did was extremely stupid, and you were nearly lost." Arwen looked up at the owl in confusion.
"What are you talking about? What did I do?" Sighing in a very un-owly way, he shuffled his feet and fluffed his feathers in annoyance, before speaking again,
"Look at the recipe, try to remember what happened..." sighing, Arwen once again looked through the paper, trying to find what these words meant,
"Unicorn Milk, Dragon's Hide? Who would go to such dangerous measures to get this stuff?" Arwen looked at the owl, but he remained silent, "Oookay... Uh...Wait! Vergiften Rose, the Ver-gif-ten Rose... I know that! Wait... ah, it'll come..."
'Ver-gif-ten Rose, Ver-gif-ten Rose, Vergiften...' Arwen looked up at the bird, which was waiting patiently for Arwen to figure out what had happened only half an hour ago, then it came in a giant rush,
Hogwarts... Harry, Ron, Hermione, Pig, the giant squid, Hagrid. Crabbe, Draco, Professor Snape, Neville, the potion, the thorn. The Vergiften Rose Thorn, **cut off the parts with the reddish tint** Arwen groaned, and the owl made an expression, that looked to be with one eyebrow raised (if owls had eyebrows),
"Remember anything?" Arwen looked at the owl with her 'Duh-what-do-you- think?' look, and collapsed on the grassy floor,
"How bad was I?" The owl gave a frown in its owl-like way, and looked down its beak like a librarian might do at someone screaming in a library.
"The magic you used drained you of your strength, that you were nearly taken over by your bad side of spirit! You didn't realize it, but the 'accident' was actually an attempt to catch you off guard, so you'd be taken over, and be made a servant of the dark side. If it weren't for the fact Neville's memory held that of what happened to his parents by the servants of evil, it would have been most likely, you wouldn't be here now"
Arwen tilted her head, and searched the owls face,
"What do you mean?"
"Neville's parents are in a wizard's hospital, they are insane." Arwen gasped at the news, 'that must have been terrible',
"Why did that help? I'd of thought the hunger of revenge would have helped beat me"
"No, Neville doesn't feel revenge. He feels 'fear'. The picture it left in his mind, when his parents were struck, was that he never wanted that to happen to anyone, and that evil was not the right path. He is of pure good". Arwen swung her legs round so she was sitting cross-legged,
"How long till I wake?"
"In about quarter of an hour. We had to work quite hard just to give you half your strength back," Arwen straightened her back in surprise and looked at the bird with a slight smile,
"You guy's have been watching over me?"
"Of course. Your as important as Harry Potter in this fight of Good & Evil," Arwen frowned,
"Why is he important?" The owl sighed, and ruffled his feathers,
"Ok, as this may help in your quest to come, I'll tell you from the beginning..."
*****
Professor Snape walked over to where Madam Pomfrey was checking on her patients.
Arwen, Draco and Vincent [Crabbe] were still unconscious, whether from the pain or exhaustion she wasn't sure. Neville, having been healed by Arwen, had been checked anyway, but showed no unhealthy signs, except for a small amount of blood loss.
Though he had continued to stay. Even from the glares of Professor Snape, and cleaning of bloody wounds, which would of made any uneasy, especially those that were squeamish. Pomfrey felt pity for the boy.
Amazingly, Arwen had healed quite dramatically of course, after the incident, this wasn't surprising, though was still severe. Professor Snape had been no help at all in trying to heal his wounds. He had had to let his class have a free period, as there was no one to teach them. Many had spent most their time in the Hospital Wing, before being shooed out by Madam Pomfrey.
He was in a sour mood, and not only did he fail at making 'Potter's little friend' unsuccessful in her first assignment, he was also was covered in painful wounds, which stung at the slightest movement. 'Better if I had passed out'. The ointment Madam Pomfrey used was extremely itchy, and it was bothering him enough to *kill* that ignorant boy.
He once again glowered over in Neville's direction, noticing, Neville turned pale, and started squirming around on his chair, 'I'll make his life a living nightmare in the memory of this day.'
Ignoring the nurse's command, he scratched at his face. Looking over at Arwen, he was surprised to see that she was in fact mumbling something in her sleep. 'She must be dreaming, good... I think; she'll wake up soon.' That spell she did on the boy was something even *he* couldn't do. 'It was extremely impressive.'
He was about to call Poppy over to check on her, when he thought he heard the word 'Harry'. Making sure no one was watching, Snape groaned as he stood up, and walked over and sat down beside Arwen, to listen to the girl's words.
"That explains the scar..." Snape smiled, she must be reliving a conversation with Potter, "but why did he not die? Even with my power, I couldn't defeat a dark wizard as powerful as he, it must have been some kind of protection spell on the boy." Or not?
Madam Pomfrey came back into the Hospital Wing to find Professor Snape leaning over Arwen, his ear almost touching her lips, with a curious expression on his face,
"Severus!" She hissed at him, "What *are* you doing?" Professor Snape held up his hand, and motioned her to come forward,
"She's talking to someone,"
"What are you talking about?"
"In her dream. She's talking to someone. Definitely not from this school," Madam Pomfrey walked over, opposite Snape, and pulled over a chair, and whispered,
"What is she talking about?" Snape sat back a bit,
"Someone is explaining to her about Po... Harry Potter, about the scar on his forehead, and Voldemort (Poppy cringed at the name). Something to do with being important, and the 'Elders'," Madam Pomfrey seemed quite interested in this news, and opened her mouth to speak, but then set it into a frown,
"Professor, I'd prefer, as interesting as this might be, that you leave my patient in peace," Snape looked like he was about to speak, but she cut him off, "We will confirm what information you know to Professor Dumbledore, and maybe, we will question Arwen later, but please Professor! I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone spying on a private conversation,"
Looking one more time towards Arwen, he glared at Pomfrey, before taking off back to his seat, and went over what he had heard,
'She wanted to know why she was important as Harry Potter, and obviously that person wouldn't say, or was telling her now. Though there was a connection, the spell... It came right out of her hand, no wand, or incantation, and healed him completely, she certainly was *special*...' Thinking on this knowledge, Professor Snape pondered on the thought, 'maybe the connection's with Voldemort...'
*****
Arwen suddenly felt panic. She was talking to the owl, when everything swamped into darkness, then into an extremely bright light. 'Ah, I'm waking up,' trying to swallowing down the fear, as she found her body in great pain, and that she could hardly move, Arwen groaned as she felt head spin as she opened her eyes. Everything was blurred, and the lights were giving her a headache, 'what is this place? Why is it so white?'
Someone moved over her line of vision, and peered over her,
"Ah, Arwen. You're awake!" Arwen screwed up her eyes, trying to get any idea of who this woman is,
"Who are you? Where am I?" Her vision was getting better; she was in a room full of small beds, covered in white sheets, matching the white walls, ceiling, and the clothes of the woman in front of her. The woman smiled reassuringly,
"I am Madam Pomfrey, I am the nurse at Hogwarts School. This is the hospital wing. You were in an accident in Potions Class, as some of your friends have also..." Wincing, Arwen propped herself on her arms and stared amazed at the two still forms on the beds either side of her. Scanning the room, she noticed Neville sitting across the room.
When she looked at him, he held her gaze for a few seconds, and then quickly looked away, 'she must hate me'. Arwen opened her mouth to say she didn't, but then remember she wasn't supposed to know his thoughts, she shut it quickly.
She also noticed Professor Snape standing in the corner, far away from Neville as possible. There were scars on his face, dried blood had caught in his hair, but he didn't seem to care. He noticed her gaze and watched her coldly; she stared back.
Wincing, Arwen sat up, and realized she was only wearing some kind of white dress. It was very thin, 'I can't go around in this?' Looking back at Snape, who was watching her with mild interested, she frowned and swung her legs over the bed, 'can't hurt if he sees abit more magic, he knows enough by now, that I'm not normal'.
With one more suspicious glare towards Snape, she gathered her magic, and directed it at her clothing. It hazed, and turned into the muggle clothes she had used to come to Hogwarts.
Hopping off the bed, as Neville, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape stared in amazement at the transformation, she looked back Madam Pomfrey,
"I'll be ok. I can heal quite easily," Pomfrey frowned,
"You're not going that easily. You are still in a bad shape; I need to clean up these wounds, before you can go,"
"How long will it take?"
"At least a couple of hours I'm afraid." Arwen gaped at Pomfrey, before shaking her head and frowning,
"No way! What about my lessons! I haven't even completed *one* lesson yet!" Sighing, Arwen looked around as if searching for something, then turned back to the nurse, "what if I heal myself enough, so the skin mends enough to go around as normal?" Snape fixed Arwen with a lazy expression, before sighing silently, and walking towards them,
"Why not just heal yourself completely? Surely with the stunt with Longbottom, it should be easy, now that you've started healing the wounds?" Pomfrey and Arwen frowned at the Professor, while Neville turned red with the mention of his name,
"As you noticed, the 'stunt' almost killed me, I was ignorant, and used my power over the limit. As I've just woken up from the consequences, I'd rather not risk another full heal, but I'll try do as much as possible..." and with that, she stepped aside and stood in the middle of the room.
Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, and she was covered in a misty haze, that had covered Neville before. Before their eyes, the wounds began to shrink, and many disappeared. After a while, the mist dissolved, and opening her eyes, a bluish tinge could be seen evaporating from her pupils, before turning back to bluish-grey.
Madam Pomfrey reached out to her, as she looked like was going to faint again. Leading her back to the bed, Arwen scrunched up her eyes, as the room span again.
"Are you ok, Arwen?" As amazed as she was, at Arwen's healing power, she was seriously worried that these spells might be hurting her,
"I'm fine. It's just the energy loss..." When the dizzy feeling finally wore off, Arwen sat up slowly, and turned to Pomfrey, "Do you think I can go to lessons now?" Madam Pomfrey frowned in serious thought, as Arwen 'changed' her clothes back to her school uniform, now clean of the potion.
"Fine you may go, but I want you to come straight back if you feel the slightest bit ill, you understand?" Arwen nodded, and Madam Pomfrey looked toward Neville, "Neville, if you could please show Arwen to her next lesson," nodding, Neville waited for Arwen, and led her out the Hospital Wing.
*****
T.B.C. Plz R&R