Disclaimer: I am not in any way, shape, or form associated with J.K.
Rowling. She is the great genius who thought this new magical world up, and
she has rights to all of her work. I respect every part of that, and this
is just simply a fanfic, but if there is a problem, please e-mail me and I
will gladly fix it. Howerver, I do own my rights to Katarina Aburne, and my
friend's character, Anju Brookshire. These names my not be used unless e-
mailed or written permission. Please respect that! Please DO NOT sure me! I
am a simple little person that has writing as her passion. I haven't any
money to give you anyway!
"What is it Anju!?" She gave her an annoyed look.
"We have to go to class! We'll be late!"
Kat jumped out of bed and threw her robes over her. She grabbed her quills and parchment and looked at her schedule. Potions, Professor Snape, located in potions dungeon number five, was listed on her paper. They flew down the hallway and ran into class, just as a distant bell rang.
A tall man, with ratty black hair that touched the chin of his sly looking face. He didnÕt look like the kind of person that could ever smile or make someone else smile. Kat took a seat toward the back of the room, as did several others.
"Sit! All of you!" He snapped.
He sat on a stool next to a window covered with black and old drapes. He didnÕt look like the kind of person who liked sunlight, either. He had a pretty gloomy overall look.
"Now, there is no fool," He was interrupted by a student rushing into the classroom.
"I err-got lost sir, I am very sorry." Her quiet voice echoed off the walls. She was a small girl, sandy blonde hair, and apparently, a Gryffindor.
"What is your name?" He gave her a disgusted look.
"T-T-Trinity sir. I'm new here. I am sorry I was late, it will never happen again."
"Detention Miss...T-T-Trinity."
The girl looked heartbroken like Snape had just shot her father. She took a seat across the room from Kat and Anju, studying his face carefully, apparently looking for a sense of adaptation, or exception on his plain and grumpy face. None showed.
Everyone was silent for the remainder of the class. They were dismissed two minutes late, and Kat had to run down the crowded hallways to be able to get to her next class, flying lessons, on time. Anju raced down the halls just as Kat had. They both pushed the doors of the empty Great Hall, and walked out. The Slytherins and Gryffindors apparently had this as a double class. Kat and Anju stood next to the two unclaimed broomsticks.
They looked like the normal brooms you would see, but they just seemed enchanted by the first impression. Gold letters on the end, Cleansweep 4, were carved. The broom looked very worn and tattered.
Madam Hooch came rushing out of the doors like there was a fire. She walked down the center aisle, separating the Gryffindors from the Slytherins. She greeted everyone as if she had spent her life memorizing their names. She reached the end of the aisle and turned to face the anxious group. She raised her arms in disbelief.
"Well, what are you waiting for me to do! Put you hand over the broomstick and yell, 'Up!'" She raised an eyebrow, as if to indicate she wanted immediate response. Everyone moved in almost perfect unison. Kat was the first to have her hand over it.
"UPP!" She exclaimed with great strength. The broom whizzed off the ground and went to her hand like a magnet. It almost made her fall over backwards as she clutched it into her palm. Everyone else looked at her while they held their hands over their brooms. The Slytherins gave her a envious, yet evil grin and returned their attention to themselves. Kat was surprised at her instant adaptation. Kat watched everyone else. She saw a little further down the aisle as Oliver Wood's broom zoomed into his hand as if the broom was manufactured into his hand. He grinned at Kat, who turned around and tried to hide her smiles.
Anju still hadn't gotten it. Kat turned over to her, and she gave her a look like she didn't want help, and she was just having a little bad luck.
"Yell it, with fear, with great strength. It'll zoom into your hand."
"UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!" She bellowed. The class went silent. The broom zoomed fifty feet off the ground before she caught it. She covered her mouth as everyone continued to stare.
"Wonderful Miss Brookshire! Excellent work." Madam Pomfrey said.
Kat laughed. Anju went as red as a scarlet rose.
"Now that everyone has their brooms, on my whistle, you will now mount your broomsticks. Kick your right leg over it and kick off hard, hover a few feet, and come back down."
The whistle sounded. Kat kicked off hard, hovered five or six feet, and came back down. She felt like a bird learning to use its wings. She was very excited and couldn't wait until next lesson when they would go higher.
The distant bell indicated class was dismissed for the day. Kat ran down the halls to Herbology. This class was rather dull, and Kat spent most of the time daydreaming. Next class was history of magic, another dull and boring period. She sat in the back and scribbled pictures.
Last class of the day is Transfiguration. Kat sounded interested at this topic. The object of transforming something into something else, pretty neat! She sat in the front table and payed attention closely as an older woman came out of the classroom door. She was a a medium height, vey confining brown hair tied tightly into a bun a top of her head. She wore emerald robes of velvet, very elegant. She smiled at the new students and took a seat at her desk and began to talk.
"This class is a class of art. This class requires your patience and creativty."
She went on and on about the history about the subject, and Kat sat there and took notes. She loved this class already!
The bell rang. She fled the classroom with Anju, books and quills in hand. She walked down the hallway as she saw Oliver Wood again. He was pushed into a wall by a tall Slytherin, seemed to be the same age. Kat ran over, as did many.
The Slytherin threw a punch to his jaw. Oliver fell to the ground, clutching his mouth. Kat, somehow, had reflexes to this sort of action, and made her way through the crowd and helped Oliver to his feet. His lip bled and he didn't remove his hand from his jaw.
"A-a-are you okay??" Kat asked.
"Move aside orphan girl, Woody here needs a lesson in who runs this joint. Ain't that right Woody?"
Oliver's eyes glared at him. He made a quick move to run, but was grabbed by another Slytherin. They pushed him back. He looked pretty helpless.
"What IS your problem? You don't go around making fun of people like that. I have been ALONE for more than five years. FIVE. I have been living in a dump eating food that tasted like it came out of a garbage can, and for my birthday... not even ONE card!"
"What would I care about that?" He spat.
"Because I thought you would want a little bio of the person who got you detentions for two months. Good day." She grabbed Oliver's arm and attempted to maneuver through the crowd, but was pushed back once more. The crowd ooed.
"Marcus... why don't you take that ugly rat face of yours and shove it up your butt!" Oliver screamed at him.
He glanced at Kat for a micro-second before Marcus threw a punch into his gut. He fell back, knocking Kat and himself on their rears. Kat hit the wall hard with her head, and she didn't get up. Oliver jumped to his feet.
"You--- bloody jerk!"
Just as he finished, Snape came zooming down the hall, angry face displayed. The crowd made a path for him as he stiffly walked to Marcus, Wood, and the unconscious Kat. He gave Wood a dark, evil glare.
"You attacked my student, AND you hit this girl unconscious. Come into my office."
** Scary eh?? Please R&R!! **
"What is it Anju!?" She gave her an annoyed look.
"We have to go to class! We'll be late!"
Kat jumped out of bed and threw her robes over her. She grabbed her quills and parchment and looked at her schedule. Potions, Professor Snape, located in potions dungeon number five, was listed on her paper. They flew down the hallway and ran into class, just as a distant bell rang.
A tall man, with ratty black hair that touched the chin of his sly looking face. He didnÕt look like the kind of person that could ever smile or make someone else smile. Kat took a seat toward the back of the room, as did several others.
"Sit! All of you!" He snapped.
He sat on a stool next to a window covered with black and old drapes. He didnÕt look like the kind of person who liked sunlight, either. He had a pretty gloomy overall look.
"Now, there is no fool," He was interrupted by a student rushing into the classroom.
"I err-got lost sir, I am very sorry." Her quiet voice echoed off the walls. She was a small girl, sandy blonde hair, and apparently, a Gryffindor.
"What is your name?" He gave her a disgusted look.
"T-T-Trinity sir. I'm new here. I am sorry I was late, it will never happen again."
"Detention Miss...T-T-Trinity."
The girl looked heartbroken like Snape had just shot her father. She took a seat across the room from Kat and Anju, studying his face carefully, apparently looking for a sense of adaptation, or exception on his plain and grumpy face. None showed.
Everyone was silent for the remainder of the class. They were dismissed two minutes late, and Kat had to run down the crowded hallways to be able to get to her next class, flying lessons, on time. Anju raced down the halls just as Kat had. They both pushed the doors of the empty Great Hall, and walked out. The Slytherins and Gryffindors apparently had this as a double class. Kat and Anju stood next to the two unclaimed broomsticks.
They looked like the normal brooms you would see, but they just seemed enchanted by the first impression. Gold letters on the end, Cleansweep 4, were carved. The broom looked very worn and tattered.
Madam Hooch came rushing out of the doors like there was a fire. She walked down the center aisle, separating the Gryffindors from the Slytherins. She greeted everyone as if she had spent her life memorizing their names. She reached the end of the aisle and turned to face the anxious group. She raised her arms in disbelief.
"Well, what are you waiting for me to do! Put you hand over the broomstick and yell, 'Up!'" She raised an eyebrow, as if to indicate she wanted immediate response. Everyone moved in almost perfect unison. Kat was the first to have her hand over it.
"UPP!" She exclaimed with great strength. The broom whizzed off the ground and went to her hand like a magnet. It almost made her fall over backwards as she clutched it into her palm. Everyone else looked at her while they held their hands over their brooms. The Slytherins gave her a envious, yet evil grin and returned their attention to themselves. Kat was surprised at her instant adaptation. Kat watched everyone else. She saw a little further down the aisle as Oliver Wood's broom zoomed into his hand as if the broom was manufactured into his hand. He grinned at Kat, who turned around and tried to hide her smiles.
Anju still hadn't gotten it. Kat turned over to her, and she gave her a look like she didn't want help, and she was just having a little bad luck.
"Yell it, with fear, with great strength. It'll zoom into your hand."
"UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!" She bellowed. The class went silent. The broom zoomed fifty feet off the ground before she caught it. She covered her mouth as everyone continued to stare.
"Wonderful Miss Brookshire! Excellent work." Madam Pomfrey said.
Kat laughed. Anju went as red as a scarlet rose.
"Now that everyone has their brooms, on my whistle, you will now mount your broomsticks. Kick your right leg over it and kick off hard, hover a few feet, and come back down."
The whistle sounded. Kat kicked off hard, hovered five or six feet, and came back down. She felt like a bird learning to use its wings. She was very excited and couldn't wait until next lesson when they would go higher.
The distant bell indicated class was dismissed for the day. Kat ran down the halls to Herbology. This class was rather dull, and Kat spent most of the time daydreaming. Next class was history of magic, another dull and boring period. She sat in the back and scribbled pictures.
Last class of the day is Transfiguration. Kat sounded interested at this topic. The object of transforming something into something else, pretty neat! She sat in the front table and payed attention closely as an older woman came out of the classroom door. She was a a medium height, vey confining brown hair tied tightly into a bun a top of her head. She wore emerald robes of velvet, very elegant. She smiled at the new students and took a seat at her desk and began to talk.
"This class is a class of art. This class requires your patience and creativty."
She went on and on about the history about the subject, and Kat sat there and took notes. She loved this class already!
The bell rang. She fled the classroom with Anju, books and quills in hand. She walked down the hallway as she saw Oliver Wood again. He was pushed into a wall by a tall Slytherin, seemed to be the same age. Kat ran over, as did many.
The Slytherin threw a punch to his jaw. Oliver fell to the ground, clutching his mouth. Kat, somehow, had reflexes to this sort of action, and made her way through the crowd and helped Oliver to his feet. His lip bled and he didn't remove his hand from his jaw.
"A-a-are you okay??" Kat asked.
"Move aside orphan girl, Woody here needs a lesson in who runs this joint. Ain't that right Woody?"
Oliver's eyes glared at him. He made a quick move to run, but was grabbed by another Slytherin. They pushed him back. He looked pretty helpless.
"What IS your problem? You don't go around making fun of people like that. I have been ALONE for more than five years. FIVE. I have been living in a dump eating food that tasted like it came out of a garbage can, and for my birthday... not even ONE card!"
"What would I care about that?" He spat.
"Because I thought you would want a little bio of the person who got you detentions for two months. Good day." She grabbed Oliver's arm and attempted to maneuver through the crowd, but was pushed back once more. The crowd ooed.
"Marcus... why don't you take that ugly rat face of yours and shove it up your butt!" Oliver screamed at him.
He glanced at Kat for a micro-second before Marcus threw a punch into his gut. He fell back, knocking Kat and himself on their rears. Kat hit the wall hard with her head, and she didn't get up. Oliver jumped to his feet.
"You--- bloody jerk!"
Just as he finished, Snape came zooming down the hall, angry face displayed. The crowd made a path for him as he stiffly walked to Marcus, Wood, and the unconscious Kat. He gave Wood a dark, evil glare.
"You attacked my student, AND you hit this girl unconscious. Come into my office."
** Scary eh?? Please R&R!! **