Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The only the characters that belongs
to me are all the unknown characters© Teffy Enchantments 2001-2003. This is
my idea of what the 7th year of Harry Potter would be like.
Author's note: Please write feedback it will give me more reason to continue. I appreciate constructive criticism. This is my first time at writing a fan fiction about Harry Potter. Also this is not written from only Harry's viewpoint.
Warning: contains spoilers for the actual books.
PS. The sorting ceremony is dedicated to my friends who have helped me so much in writing this. Thanks Passion for reviewing. Also sorry this chapter took so long to write. Sorry it is also SOOO long!! There might be some mistakes so forgive me!
Chapter 3: Foreigners From Distant Lands
Harry, Ron, and Hermione disembarked the train and joined their fellow classmates on their way to the carriages. They flagged down one and got inside away from the now drizzling rain. Inside it was cozy and dry. Harry lurched slightly forward as the horseless carriage began to move.
Harry still felt rather sleepy and for some reason he thought that there was an ominous feeling in the air. Still, his back to school happiness was not dampened. Hermione was chatting away freely, mainly to herself, about potential careers for young witches and wizards after they graduate. Ron interjected once in a while correcting Hermione's pronunciation or facts. He was the only one out of the three who came out of a wizarding family. Therefore had an advantage of knowing certain things.
Harry was only mildly interested; he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to be an Auror. Ever since he had met the famous Auror, Mad Eye Moody (even if he was only an imposter), his 4th year, he knew his goal. Yet, the thought of playing for the England Quidditch team hadn't failed to cross his mind. Harry fantasized that he was high in the air flying on his broomstick..
"I guess I would follow in my father's footsteps. Get a job at the Ministry ." Harry heard Ron say faintly. His mind was on finding the snitch. The dark blue and red robes that characterized the English team adorned his sleek body. He saw the faces of his best friends in the crowd cheering him on. A glint of gold sparkled at his left. He turned, there it was! The Snitch! He raced towards it, the face of the other team's seeker became blurred . he reached out his hand. then he saw it. Harry. A pair of red eyes were in the crowd, becoming brighter and brighter. Harry. He was falling .
"HARRY!"
"Wha-?"
"We are here," said Hermione testily holding the door open and tapping her foot.
Harry snapped back to reality, and shook his head as he got off the carriage and lagged behind Ron and Hermione. The image of those eyes was still burning in his mind. His hand shot up to his scar for a brief second, but it wasn't burning. Nor did he feel anything. He dismissed it; he guessed that after many years of living in awareness of Voldemort, he has become suspicious of unusual signs.
Hogwarts castle loomed majestically before them. Ron smiled sadly. His eyes roamed around, up the walls to the high ceiling, taking in every last detail. His eyes caught a glint of gold, but when he turned in the direction it came from it was gone. Ron shrugged and entered The Great Hall along side Hermione and Harry.
~*~*~
Draco sat in his usual spot between Crabbe and Goyle. He surveyed his surroundings. Crabbe and Goyle as usual gwaffing at dumbest things. The same, familiar faces. The same, familiar conversations. The same, familiar everything. Nothing has changed. Draco leaned on his hand, bored, pretending to half listen to what Crabbe is saying about his summer. It wasn't until Crabbe mentioned the word "raids" that Draco perked up.
"All the old death eaters houses . were being raided. We got a couple of warnings," said Crabbe stupidly. He seemed to have concentrated much on stringing that sentence together.
"If you are right, Crabbe, I better warn my father. That bedraggled Weasley had all ready tried to raid our house once again. But my father commands too much respect now that ." his voice was drowned out by a tumulus cheer. The Sorting ceremony was about to start.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ceased their applause as the new first years walked to where the Sorting Hat sat upon the stool. Harry recognized the faces of awe and fear on the young wizard and witches' faces. Professor Mcgonagall clapped her hands for silence and the sorting hat began its song.
Welcome to Hogwarts my lad and lass Here you shall be sorted from the mass What I see in your head 'tis no lie For the Hogwarts Sorting Hat am I
Four Houses of great prestige Which one to choose? Let me put u at ease Pull me over your head do not fear With your thoughts the decision shall be clear
To Gryfindor, may you proceed Where they are known for their brave deed Bold and daring these lions hold true The Gryfindors, my friend, may be your crew
In Ravenclaw may be your abode Where intelligence is found along the road Wise and fair these ravens never rue The Ravenclaws, my colleague, u may belong to
For Syltherin may u ensue Where speed plus determination equal two Tricky and powerful these serpents strike with might The Syltherins, my liege, may u be placed tonight
Within Hufflepuff may be your domicile Where loyalty reigns and tempers are mild Gentle and Kind these badgers in chivalry they surpass The Hufflepuffs, my comrade, may be your class
I bid you adieu and bon chance While I do my Sorting dance Put me on your crown do not delay For this way, in which house you belong I can say
As the hat finished the Great Hall roared with applause. Ron's stomach rumbled loudly. Hermione giggled. "I wish they would hurry, I could eat a centaur, NOT that I want to of course!" said Ron quickly when he saw the look on Hermione's face. Harry quieted them both when Professor Mcgonagall began the long list of names.
"Christian, John!"
"GRYFINDOR"
"Dove, Trisha!"
"GRYFINDOR"
"Gosweiler, Jen!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Flaig, Betsy!"
"HUFFLEPUFF"
"Kar, Faran!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
Mcgonagall continued until finally she reached the last few first years. "Wilkerson, Martina," who became a Slytherin. Then she rolled up the scroll and set it aside. The Great Hall became excited again, but was quickly stifled by the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore.
"We have something new this year. We have set up a program where Hogwarts shall accept international student transfers. Please give welcome to our transfer students this year," Dumbledore announced with a wave of his hand.
A small queue of students in various coloured robes entered the great hall. The height, skin colour, hair colour, etc ranged tremendously from the tallest red head, to the skinniest short dark coloured kid. Harry stared in awe at the students. Some sported their country's flags or colours. Mcgonagall unscrolled another scroll and began to read names:
"Lambreth, Megan! Beleuchten der Schlag-Schule für Hexen, Germany," a tall brown haired girl with a German flag on her robes, tentatively put the hat on her head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Mcgonagall continued:
"Masuoka, Christina! Jonan Academy, Japan," a skinny longhaired girl with a Japanese flag on her robes, came up.
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Sonski, Timothy! Academy di Medici per i wizards, Italy," a tall skinny boy proudly displaying his flag ran up.
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Huerta, Apara! Salem Institute, United States," the handsome dark boy ran up there eagerly.
"SYLTHERIN!"
Apara smiled smugly and went over to sit next to Draco. "She's next," he said vaguely.
"Are you even sure that she will be sorted into Syltherin?" asked Draco dubiously.
" Of course! We've never been separated. We are practically the same person!" answer Apara a glint in his eye. Draco looked at him still unsure, but decided not to argue.
"Huerta, Taniso! Salem Institute, United States," a short dark haired girl walked up gracefully to the stool. When she turned around Harry felt his heart rush up his throat. She was beautiful! She was a near exact replica of the boy who preceded her. Harry jaw hung open. His heartbeats quickened when the hat shouted out her house.
"GRYFINDOR!"
The girl looked shocked. She glanced over to her brother then to the Gryfindor table. She looked unsure and scared. Somehow still she managed to walk off the stage gracefully and sit down at the far end of the table. Heads turned as she walked past. Harry and Ron both looked on drooling all over. Hermione with a scoff slapped both of them back to reality. "Really, you two! You act as if you have never seen a girl before! I would understand if it was a veela, but she is an ordinary human. Men!" scolded Hermione
"That cannot be! There is something wrong!!! Taniso and I have NEVER been separated like this! Especially in rivaling houses!" cried Apara furious. He drummed his fingers on the table. It started to annoy Draco. "This ruins everything," muttered Apara.
"Oh shut the fuck up, Apara. How can it ruin anything? You will see each other everyday, still. Just enough times, " scoffed Draco annoyed at the dark haired boy. He was starting to get bored with all these transfers. More filth, to soil the school, was basically what Draco considered the transfers. Minus of course Apara and his twin sister.
"Pyles, Val! Cu Chu Cuawain College, Ireland," a tall red haired girl was the last to be called and sorted (Gryfindor). She went and sat down, pretty soon she was chatting freely with other students. McGonagall exhausted rolled up the scroll and sat back down at the teacher's table. She clinked the spoon against her cup asking for silence. Dumbledore stood up and the hall became quiet.
He said the usual announcements and gave a booming welcome to the new students. "Also I might add that everyone please stay away from the Astronomy wing. There is some construction going on there and I do not want any students to get hurt. Finally let the Feast begin!" he clapped and the usual delicious delicacies appeared on the rows of tables. Harry and Ron forgot all about Taniso and began to pig out on the chicken wings. A tint of red and gold twinkled in the stars above.
Author's note: Please write feedback it will give me more reason to continue. I appreciate constructive criticism. This is my first time at writing a fan fiction about Harry Potter. Also this is not written from only Harry's viewpoint.
Warning: contains spoilers for the actual books.
PS. The sorting ceremony is dedicated to my friends who have helped me so much in writing this. Thanks Passion for reviewing. Also sorry this chapter took so long to write. Sorry it is also SOOO long!! There might be some mistakes so forgive me!
Chapter 3: Foreigners From Distant Lands
Harry, Ron, and Hermione disembarked the train and joined their fellow classmates on their way to the carriages. They flagged down one and got inside away from the now drizzling rain. Inside it was cozy and dry. Harry lurched slightly forward as the horseless carriage began to move.
Harry still felt rather sleepy and for some reason he thought that there was an ominous feeling in the air. Still, his back to school happiness was not dampened. Hermione was chatting away freely, mainly to herself, about potential careers for young witches and wizards after they graduate. Ron interjected once in a while correcting Hermione's pronunciation or facts. He was the only one out of the three who came out of a wizarding family. Therefore had an advantage of knowing certain things.
Harry was only mildly interested; he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to be an Auror. Ever since he had met the famous Auror, Mad Eye Moody (even if he was only an imposter), his 4th year, he knew his goal. Yet, the thought of playing for the England Quidditch team hadn't failed to cross his mind. Harry fantasized that he was high in the air flying on his broomstick..
"I guess I would follow in my father's footsteps. Get a job at the Ministry ." Harry heard Ron say faintly. His mind was on finding the snitch. The dark blue and red robes that characterized the English team adorned his sleek body. He saw the faces of his best friends in the crowd cheering him on. A glint of gold sparkled at his left. He turned, there it was! The Snitch! He raced towards it, the face of the other team's seeker became blurred . he reached out his hand. then he saw it. Harry. A pair of red eyes were in the crowd, becoming brighter and brighter. Harry. He was falling .
"HARRY!"
"Wha-?"
"We are here," said Hermione testily holding the door open and tapping her foot.
Harry snapped back to reality, and shook his head as he got off the carriage and lagged behind Ron and Hermione. The image of those eyes was still burning in his mind. His hand shot up to his scar for a brief second, but it wasn't burning. Nor did he feel anything. He dismissed it; he guessed that after many years of living in awareness of Voldemort, he has become suspicious of unusual signs.
Hogwarts castle loomed majestically before them. Ron smiled sadly. His eyes roamed around, up the walls to the high ceiling, taking in every last detail. His eyes caught a glint of gold, but when he turned in the direction it came from it was gone. Ron shrugged and entered The Great Hall along side Hermione and Harry.
~*~*~
Draco sat in his usual spot between Crabbe and Goyle. He surveyed his surroundings. Crabbe and Goyle as usual gwaffing at dumbest things. The same, familiar faces. The same, familiar conversations. The same, familiar everything. Nothing has changed. Draco leaned on his hand, bored, pretending to half listen to what Crabbe is saying about his summer. It wasn't until Crabbe mentioned the word "raids" that Draco perked up.
"All the old death eaters houses . were being raided. We got a couple of warnings," said Crabbe stupidly. He seemed to have concentrated much on stringing that sentence together.
"If you are right, Crabbe, I better warn my father. That bedraggled Weasley had all ready tried to raid our house once again. But my father commands too much respect now that ." his voice was drowned out by a tumulus cheer. The Sorting ceremony was about to start.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ceased their applause as the new first years walked to where the Sorting Hat sat upon the stool. Harry recognized the faces of awe and fear on the young wizard and witches' faces. Professor Mcgonagall clapped her hands for silence and the sorting hat began its song.
Welcome to Hogwarts my lad and lass Here you shall be sorted from the mass What I see in your head 'tis no lie For the Hogwarts Sorting Hat am I
Four Houses of great prestige Which one to choose? Let me put u at ease Pull me over your head do not fear With your thoughts the decision shall be clear
To Gryfindor, may you proceed Where they are known for their brave deed Bold and daring these lions hold true The Gryfindors, my friend, may be your crew
In Ravenclaw may be your abode Where intelligence is found along the road Wise and fair these ravens never rue The Ravenclaws, my colleague, u may belong to
For Syltherin may u ensue Where speed plus determination equal two Tricky and powerful these serpents strike with might The Syltherins, my liege, may u be placed tonight
Within Hufflepuff may be your domicile Where loyalty reigns and tempers are mild Gentle and Kind these badgers in chivalry they surpass The Hufflepuffs, my comrade, may be your class
I bid you adieu and bon chance While I do my Sorting dance Put me on your crown do not delay For this way, in which house you belong I can say
As the hat finished the Great Hall roared with applause. Ron's stomach rumbled loudly. Hermione giggled. "I wish they would hurry, I could eat a centaur, NOT that I want to of course!" said Ron quickly when he saw the look on Hermione's face. Harry quieted them both when Professor Mcgonagall began the long list of names.
"Christian, John!"
"GRYFINDOR"
"Dove, Trisha!"
"GRYFINDOR"
"Gosweiler, Jen!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Flaig, Betsy!"
"HUFFLEPUFF"
"Kar, Faran!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
Mcgonagall continued until finally she reached the last few first years. "Wilkerson, Martina," who became a Slytherin. Then she rolled up the scroll and set it aside. The Great Hall became excited again, but was quickly stifled by the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore.
"We have something new this year. We have set up a program where Hogwarts shall accept international student transfers. Please give welcome to our transfer students this year," Dumbledore announced with a wave of his hand.
A small queue of students in various coloured robes entered the great hall. The height, skin colour, hair colour, etc ranged tremendously from the tallest red head, to the skinniest short dark coloured kid. Harry stared in awe at the students. Some sported their country's flags or colours. Mcgonagall unscrolled another scroll and began to read names:
"Lambreth, Megan! Beleuchten der Schlag-Schule für Hexen, Germany," a tall brown haired girl with a German flag on her robes, tentatively put the hat on her head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Mcgonagall continued:
"Masuoka, Christina! Jonan Academy, Japan," a skinny longhaired girl with a Japanese flag on her robes, came up.
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Sonski, Timothy! Academy di Medici per i wizards, Italy," a tall skinny boy proudly displaying his flag ran up.
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Huerta, Apara! Salem Institute, United States," the handsome dark boy ran up there eagerly.
"SYLTHERIN!"
Apara smiled smugly and went over to sit next to Draco. "She's next," he said vaguely.
"Are you even sure that she will be sorted into Syltherin?" asked Draco dubiously.
" Of course! We've never been separated. We are practically the same person!" answer Apara a glint in his eye. Draco looked at him still unsure, but decided not to argue.
"Huerta, Taniso! Salem Institute, United States," a short dark haired girl walked up gracefully to the stool. When she turned around Harry felt his heart rush up his throat. She was beautiful! She was a near exact replica of the boy who preceded her. Harry jaw hung open. His heartbeats quickened when the hat shouted out her house.
"GRYFINDOR!"
The girl looked shocked. She glanced over to her brother then to the Gryfindor table. She looked unsure and scared. Somehow still she managed to walk off the stage gracefully and sit down at the far end of the table. Heads turned as she walked past. Harry and Ron both looked on drooling all over. Hermione with a scoff slapped both of them back to reality. "Really, you two! You act as if you have never seen a girl before! I would understand if it was a veela, but she is an ordinary human. Men!" scolded Hermione
"That cannot be! There is something wrong!!! Taniso and I have NEVER been separated like this! Especially in rivaling houses!" cried Apara furious. He drummed his fingers on the table. It started to annoy Draco. "This ruins everything," muttered Apara.
"Oh shut the fuck up, Apara. How can it ruin anything? You will see each other everyday, still. Just enough times, " scoffed Draco annoyed at the dark haired boy. He was starting to get bored with all these transfers. More filth, to soil the school, was basically what Draco considered the transfers. Minus of course Apara and his twin sister.
"Pyles, Val! Cu Chu Cuawain College, Ireland," a tall red haired girl was the last to be called and sorted (Gryfindor). She went and sat down, pretty soon she was chatting freely with other students. McGonagall exhausted rolled up the scroll and sat back down at the teacher's table. She clinked the spoon against her cup asking for silence. Dumbledore stood up and the hall became quiet.
He said the usual announcements and gave a booming welcome to the new students. "Also I might add that everyone please stay away from the Astronomy wing. There is some construction going on there and I do not want any students to get hurt. Finally let the Feast begin!" he clapped and the usual delicious delicacies appeared on the rows of tables. Harry and Ron forgot all about Taniso and began to pig out on the chicken wings. A tint of red and gold twinkled in the stars above.