Author's Note-I don't own 99% of the characters in this story. What can I say, I got bored waiting for the fifth book so I decided to play around in JK Rowling's sandbox for a while. If this in any way resembles the events in the fifth book than I'm a psychic and should be making money off it ^^. I realize that the characters in the Harry Potter series are British, and I as I'm not, I'll try as best as I humanely can not to 'Americanize' them. O-k enough warnings and disclaimers, On with the show!!
Another Fine Year-chapter 1:Transfer Students
The Great Hall buzzed with commotion, it was the beginning of another school year and the students were eager to know what their pals had been up to over the summer. Headmaster Dumbledore rose from his seat at the teacher's table and stood before the students. He raised his hands lowered them, fluttering his fingers, the volume falling as well as his hands.
"Welcome back my friends. I can assure you that this year will be less riotous than the last. Even though Voldemort-",the entire Hall shuddered,"may walk again, do not let that deter you from your studies," Dumbledore's eyes sparkled under his half-moon glasses.
Professor McGonagall brought out the Sorting Hat and set it on the stool that had been there since yesterday. The tattered little hat sprung to life and bounced merrily up and down as it recited its latest ryhme. (A/N sorry I'm not a poet, I couldn't for the life of me come up with a cute little jingle for the Sorting Hat ^^') The Hall thundered with applause once the hat finished, and Dumbledore had to silence the crowd so Professor McGonagall could start the ceremony. One by one, the first years were called to the Sorting Hat; some timidly approaching the hat like it was a boogeyman, others confident and high browed, the rest seemed indifferent their emotions held within. When the Sorting Hat chimed the house the first year was meant for, the respective table burst with applause. After Young, Michael was sorted into Ravenclaw Dumbledore stood and again motioned for silence.
"I am pleased to annouce that this year Hogwarts has accepted two transfer students-" A tide of whispers spread across the tables like a brush fire.
"Have there ever been any transfer students at Hogwarts?" Ron asked Percy.
The prefect shrugged, "Not since I've been here."
"Now, now I'm sure you're all bursting with questions. But let us first meet our new students. Will you all give a warm Hogwarts welcome to Tryphaena Ali and Beatrice Springwater!" Dumbledore motioned to the doorway the first years passed through moment earlier. Two girls stepped from the opening and walked over to Dumbledore.
The first girl was shorter than the other. Her almond shaped eyes were large and dark, and they seemed to size up all in the Great Hall at once. Her skin was dark reddish-brown, the robe over her lithe form a sandy yellow. Her face was small as well, oval in shape with thin lips and a tiny nose. Every lock of her hair and her ears as well were hidden under a turban that reminded the older students of Professor Quirrell. Gold jewelry set with dark blue lapis lazuli peppered her fingers and wrists, and a little gold chain with bells circled her ankle. She wore leather sandals that curved up at the ends like a christmas elve's.
The second girl was the polar opposite of the first. While the first girl was dark skinned the second had very white skin with just a hint of pink under it. Her face was wide and heart shaped, painted with make-up. Lips very full and colored coral, her nose long and thin, her eyes a pale spearminty green. A fluffly mane of tawny golden hair fell a little ways past her shoulders. There was no jewelry on her person, but her fingernails were long and colored pink. Pink was also the color of her platform heels, that more than likely gave her the height advantage, though her robe was a shiny, robin's egg blue. This girl waved like a beauty queen at the students, and blew a couple kisses at random persons.
The Weasley twins wolf-whistled at the girls, Fred dramatically fainting after snatching one of the second girl's airborne kisses. Most of the Gryffindor table laughed at the stunt, Percy put his head in his hand and shook it side to side. The rest of the Hall responding with light applause.
With two flourishes of his hand, Dumbledore introduced the first girl as Tryphaena Ali, and the second as Beatrice Springwater. Afterwords he placed a hand on Tryphaena's shoulder and pointed to the Sorting Hat. "If you'll have a seat right there Miss Ali, and put that hat on your head, please." Tryphaena strode over to the stool, picked up the hat, sat down and placed it on top of her turban. The Sorting Hat looked like a little bird perched on top of the turban. Tryphaena's eyes drifted up to look at the hat, as if she was curious about what it was going to do. After a brief few seconds the hat chimed "SLYTHERIN!". Both girls nearly jumped out of their skins, a few people laughed, and the Slytherin table cheered as though she were another first year student. The dark skinned girl took the hat off her turban, stood and handed it to Beatrice. Dumbledore smiled at her and gestured toward the Slytherin table, she strode down the stairs and sat in the first available seat, the other Slytherins leaned forward and from the looks of it began assailing her with questions. Beatrice clicked over to the stool, sat and crossed her legs, and placed the Sorting Hat on her head. She crossed her arms in her lap and waited patiently. A long silence followed, with Beatrice visably getting annoyed. Finally the little hat chimed "GRYFFINDOR!". Relief washed away all the annoyance on Beatrice's face, she jumped up, placed the hat very primly back on the stool, and smiling broadly made her way down to the cheering Gryffindor table.
Beatrice sat next to Hermoine and the first thing she said was "My, that took a Godly amount of time." Harry, Ron and Hermoine all glanced at each other.
"Hi Beatrice, welcome to Hogwarts." Ron extended his hand. Beatrice took it and gave it a very hearty shake, then she frowned.
"Oh, honey please don't call me Beatrice, makes me feel like an old lady."
"What should we call you then?" Harry offered.
"Ya'll can call me Kissy," she smiled again.
Hermoine crinkled her nose and looked pleadingly at Ron and Harry, like she didn't want to sit there.
"Nice to meet you Kissy, I'm Harry Potter-"
"Harry Potter! The Harry Potter, yer pullin mah leg. Yer the one that beat ol' what's his name! Nice t' meet ya!" She grabbed Harry's hand and shook it vigorously.
"Yeah, he's Harry Potter, my name's Ron Weasly and that's Hermoine Granger." Kissy held her hand out to Hermoine, but didn't get a response from the frizzy haired girl. This didn't deter her though she merely offered it to Neville Longbottom and continued greeting people.
Hermoine leaned forward a little, "I don't like this girl too much guys," she whispered.
"Why not she doesn't seem too bad. She's just a little friendly that's all," Harry countered.
"At least we weren't saddled with the other girl, she looks harsh," Ron smiled.
After that remark, there was a loud whomp of a body hitting the floor and a clatter of dishes. Students craned their necks towards the sound, some standing to get a better look. All the professors, Dumbledore, and Hagrid were on their feet as well. Madam Pomfrey literally vaulted from here seat and ran to the Slytherin table. Professor Snape shaking his head and muttering something under his breath. Neither Harry, Ron, nor Hermoine could see exactly what happened though.
"Calm down now, its over, there's nothing to see. Everyone back in your seats now." Dumbledore again raised and dropped his hands, and the commotion died down.
Fred and George Weasly however were grinning ear to ear and chatting excitedly. "Oh she got him good!" Fred exclaimed.
"I'd have paid a fortune to see it!"George said.
"What happened?"Ron slid a little closer to his older brothers.
"The Slytherin transfer student lobbed Malfoy straight on the jaw, got him good too, knocked him right out of his seat!" Fred and George explained in tandem.
"I think I like this girl a lot more now,"Ron joked.
Harry sighed and started on his stew. Looks like it's gonna be another fine school year, he thought.
Another Fine Year-chapter 1:Transfer Students
The Great Hall buzzed with commotion, it was the beginning of another school year and the students were eager to know what their pals had been up to over the summer. Headmaster Dumbledore rose from his seat at the teacher's table and stood before the students. He raised his hands lowered them, fluttering his fingers, the volume falling as well as his hands.
"Welcome back my friends. I can assure you that this year will be less riotous than the last. Even though Voldemort-",the entire Hall shuddered,"may walk again, do not let that deter you from your studies," Dumbledore's eyes sparkled under his half-moon glasses.
Professor McGonagall brought out the Sorting Hat and set it on the stool that had been there since yesterday. The tattered little hat sprung to life and bounced merrily up and down as it recited its latest ryhme. (A/N sorry I'm not a poet, I couldn't for the life of me come up with a cute little jingle for the Sorting Hat ^^') The Hall thundered with applause once the hat finished, and Dumbledore had to silence the crowd so Professor McGonagall could start the ceremony. One by one, the first years were called to the Sorting Hat; some timidly approaching the hat like it was a boogeyman, others confident and high browed, the rest seemed indifferent their emotions held within. When the Sorting Hat chimed the house the first year was meant for, the respective table burst with applause. After Young, Michael was sorted into Ravenclaw Dumbledore stood and again motioned for silence.
"I am pleased to annouce that this year Hogwarts has accepted two transfer students-" A tide of whispers spread across the tables like a brush fire.
"Have there ever been any transfer students at Hogwarts?" Ron asked Percy.
The prefect shrugged, "Not since I've been here."
"Now, now I'm sure you're all bursting with questions. But let us first meet our new students. Will you all give a warm Hogwarts welcome to Tryphaena Ali and Beatrice Springwater!" Dumbledore motioned to the doorway the first years passed through moment earlier. Two girls stepped from the opening and walked over to Dumbledore.
The first girl was shorter than the other. Her almond shaped eyes were large and dark, and they seemed to size up all in the Great Hall at once. Her skin was dark reddish-brown, the robe over her lithe form a sandy yellow. Her face was small as well, oval in shape with thin lips and a tiny nose. Every lock of her hair and her ears as well were hidden under a turban that reminded the older students of Professor Quirrell. Gold jewelry set with dark blue lapis lazuli peppered her fingers and wrists, and a little gold chain with bells circled her ankle. She wore leather sandals that curved up at the ends like a christmas elve's.
The second girl was the polar opposite of the first. While the first girl was dark skinned the second had very white skin with just a hint of pink under it. Her face was wide and heart shaped, painted with make-up. Lips very full and colored coral, her nose long and thin, her eyes a pale spearminty green. A fluffly mane of tawny golden hair fell a little ways past her shoulders. There was no jewelry on her person, but her fingernails were long and colored pink. Pink was also the color of her platform heels, that more than likely gave her the height advantage, though her robe was a shiny, robin's egg blue. This girl waved like a beauty queen at the students, and blew a couple kisses at random persons.
The Weasley twins wolf-whistled at the girls, Fred dramatically fainting after snatching one of the second girl's airborne kisses. Most of the Gryffindor table laughed at the stunt, Percy put his head in his hand and shook it side to side. The rest of the Hall responding with light applause.
With two flourishes of his hand, Dumbledore introduced the first girl as Tryphaena Ali, and the second as Beatrice Springwater. Afterwords he placed a hand on Tryphaena's shoulder and pointed to the Sorting Hat. "If you'll have a seat right there Miss Ali, and put that hat on your head, please." Tryphaena strode over to the stool, picked up the hat, sat down and placed it on top of her turban. The Sorting Hat looked like a little bird perched on top of the turban. Tryphaena's eyes drifted up to look at the hat, as if she was curious about what it was going to do. After a brief few seconds the hat chimed "SLYTHERIN!". Both girls nearly jumped out of their skins, a few people laughed, and the Slytherin table cheered as though she were another first year student. The dark skinned girl took the hat off her turban, stood and handed it to Beatrice. Dumbledore smiled at her and gestured toward the Slytherin table, she strode down the stairs and sat in the first available seat, the other Slytherins leaned forward and from the looks of it began assailing her with questions. Beatrice clicked over to the stool, sat and crossed her legs, and placed the Sorting Hat on her head. She crossed her arms in her lap and waited patiently. A long silence followed, with Beatrice visably getting annoyed. Finally the little hat chimed "GRYFFINDOR!". Relief washed away all the annoyance on Beatrice's face, she jumped up, placed the hat very primly back on the stool, and smiling broadly made her way down to the cheering Gryffindor table.
Beatrice sat next to Hermoine and the first thing she said was "My, that took a Godly amount of time." Harry, Ron and Hermoine all glanced at each other.
"Hi Beatrice, welcome to Hogwarts." Ron extended his hand. Beatrice took it and gave it a very hearty shake, then she frowned.
"Oh, honey please don't call me Beatrice, makes me feel like an old lady."
"What should we call you then?" Harry offered.
"Ya'll can call me Kissy," she smiled again.
Hermoine crinkled her nose and looked pleadingly at Ron and Harry, like she didn't want to sit there.
"Nice to meet you Kissy, I'm Harry Potter-"
"Harry Potter! The Harry Potter, yer pullin mah leg. Yer the one that beat ol' what's his name! Nice t' meet ya!" She grabbed Harry's hand and shook it vigorously.
"Yeah, he's Harry Potter, my name's Ron Weasly and that's Hermoine Granger." Kissy held her hand out to Hermoine, but didn't get a response from the frizzy haired girl. This didn't deter her though she merely offered it to Neville Longbottom and continued greeting people.
Hermoine leaned forward a little, "I don't like this girl too much guys," she whispered.
"Why not she doesn't seem too bad. She's just a little friendly that's all," Harry countered.
"At least we weren't saddled with the other girl, she looks harsh," Ron smiled.
After that remark, there was a loud whomp of a body hitting the floor and a clatter of dishes. Students craned their necks towards the sound, some standing to get a better look. All the professors, Dumbledore, and Hagrid were on their feet as well. Madam Pomfrey literally vaulted from here seat and ran to the Slytherin table. Professor Snape shaking his head and muttering something under his breath. Neither Harry, Ron, nor Hermoine could see exactly what happened though.
"Calm down now, its over, there's nothing to see. Everyone back in your seats now." Dumbledore again raised and dropped his hands, and the commotion died down.
Fred and George Weasly however were grinning ear to ear and chatting excitedly. "Oh she got him good!" Fred exclaimed.
"I'd have paid a fortune to see it!"George said.
"What happened?"Ron slid a little closer to his older brothers.
"The Slytherin transfer student lobbed Malfoy straight on the jaw, got him good too, knocked him right out of his seat!" Fred and George explained in tandem.
"I think I like this girl a lot more now,"Ron joked.
Harry sighed and started on his stew. Looks like it's gonna be another fine school year, he thought.