Black newly polished shoes paced over the hard brown tiles on the floor. A dark green cape fluttered anxiously in movement. Two pale hands constantly switched places, from pockets, to behind the back, and back to pockets. Once or twice, the hands moved to the soft tie, making sure it was straight. A peach face, lips pursed tightly in worry, eyes closed with anticipation. A barely visible lightning bolt scar twinged slightly with the stress that began every year, every ceremony. Emerald green eyes flashed open, as a sound was heard out side the entranceway. Harry Potter threw open the doors to accept the first years, but instead greeted a tired looking snowy owl. He stooped to gently pick up the bird, when it looked at him, and hooted quietly. "Hedwig?!"
The owl didn't make any movement, except gently lowering its head to the tile. Harry got on his hands and knees, peering closely at the bird that he thought was his own. "Hedwig, honey, you are so sleepy! And you looked famished!" She gently lifted her eyes to the man above her, and slightly nodded. He scooped up the bird, and tried to figure out a place to store the bird. He heard laughter floating on the breeze. 'The new children will be here momentarily…' He conjured a small bag, placed his old friend inside, and set it next to a suit of armor. "You there," he spoke to it. "Make sure I am the only one to leave with this bag." It nodded, and placed its huge sword in front of the bag.
"'Arry! 'Ay! Come an' git 'ese kids to th' Sowtin' 'Hat!" Harry smiled, and walked back to the door to greet Meliana and the kids that now swarmed around her.
"Thank you, Meliana. How many do we have this year?"
"Thuty- three. I counted 'em muhself."
Harry smiled again, this time visible to everyone. They all seemed to glow this year. "Thanks," he called after the retreating half-giant. He turned again to the children. "I," he began, "will be your Transfiguration teacher, Professor Potter." A collective gasp came up from the children, and one small girl with a missing front tooth came up to pull his sleeve. "Yes, little one?"
"My name is Lillian. Are you the one that beat the Nasty Man?"
"If you mean Voldemort," most the kids cringed, "then yes, I beat him."
One of the boys who hadn't moved piped up, "Who's he?"
"You will learn about him in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As for right now, I am going to lead you into that door behind me, and take you to meet everyone, alright?"
~*~*~
Draco held his tongue as the Hat sang its song. He was getting tired of it, but had to admit, its songs were progressively getting better. He ran a hand through his platinum hair, and glanced at Harry. He noticed that his robes were green. Why did Harry get green robes? He pouted, and looked at Minerva. She glanced back, her eyes warning. 'Stop thinking so loud, Draco,' he almost heard her voice warn. 'Some might hear you…' He scoffed, and hoped no one did. No telling who was here this year.
Harry pulled a scroll out of one pocket, and began to read off names. As their name was called, each respective child would sit underneath the old Hat, and learn where their new homes were going to be. The first child, a short black girl named Nicole Ahima, was the first to be sorted into Gryffindor. Hoorah. That meant they were going to win the house cup. 'Lucky Harry,' he thought to himself, 'what a dumbass.' He glanced at his other half, and noticed him looking back, grinning like an idiot. That meant he knew, too. He leaned into Minerva, and whispered, "About time they won, 'eh?"
She just smiled, and signaled him to continue to watch. He did as he was told, as Jordan Alsobrook became the first Hufflepuff of the year. He also saw Saul Calzadilla become a Ravenclaw. But where were all the Slytherins?
~*~*~
Saia tried to pay attention, but her mind couldn't really focus on what was happening. All she could do was keep looking at the man whom she had been staying with for two weeks. Harry, or whatever his name was, was talking to a bunch of kids her age. What a dope. He was trying to befriend her, but she would have none of it. For some reason, she got a feeling that her dad would have liked that. Her mind began to wander to Harry's friend, though. He was a cutie! She wondered if his hair was naturally that blonde, or if he dyed it, like Mrs. Cats, whatever her name was, from next door. When would she be able to go home, anyway? She was starting to miss her daddy. She felt the entire group shudder, and began to pay attention.
"Who's he?" said a boy that sat next to her on the train. James, she thought he said. James Formosa.
"You will learn about him in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As for right now…" Idiot. Of course he's not going to tell anyone whom he are talking about. She mind began to wander again. Back to her father. What had happened to her? She could only remember her father grounding her, and then waking up on Harry's couch. She followed the crowd, James close beside her, a couple other people who shared the compartment on her other side, Chris and Karla. For some reason, they seemed to think of her as a friend. She didn't know why, considering the fact that she was trying her hardest to be as beastly to them as possible. But the all seemed to laugh at her when she did…
Before she knew it, she was listening to a hat sing. Sing! 'What a fucked up school this is…' Once it stopped, Harry began to call up the students one by one. She looked across the Great Hall, and was speechless by all the people. There hadn't been this many people on the train! Where in heaven did they all come from?
James whispered in her ear, "I wonder if those two fancy each other…" He pointed to a big table she hadn't noticed behind her, and she smiled. He was talking about Draco and some old hag.
"I doubt it. Draco would never go for her."
"You know him?"
"Yeah, I stayed with him for a few weeks this summer."
"Wow…"
A deep voice called from a forgotten Harry. "Saia Dursley!" She looked up alarmed, and realized she wasn't in trouble. She just had to put on the singing hat. She walked over to it calmly, sat on the stool, and placed the hat over her head.
"A great mind is a terrible thing to waste, young lady," said a voice quietly in her ear. "And you have a great mind. But you also have a terrible secret. Terrible, terrible, indeed. But the trouble is, my dear, you don't know it either. You need a strong house to straighten you out, to help you learn the truth. Although you need Gryffindor, I can tell you need something even more. You need something stronger. SLYTHERIN!"
It took her a minute to realize that she was going to be in Slytherin, not under the hat, forever. She quickly looked to Harry, but he somehow seemed disappointed. He pointed to a table to the left, where people seemed to be clapping loudly. She glanced back to Draco, and saw him clapping loudly, too. 'Well,' she thought, 'at least one of them is happy.' She made her way to the table, and a place was quickly made for her. She sat down, and turned back to face the hat. After one girl joining her table, she watched James go under the hat. When it called out, "Slytherin," she released a breath she hadn't known she was holding. She smiled as he walked to her table, and shoved over a surly looking boy, so he could sit with her. "Welcome to my table, James."
She was glad when Chris, as well as Karla, were sent to the Gryffindor table. They talked too damn much. As the rest of the kids sat down, the woman whom Draco was not flirting with stood, and began to talk to the Great Hall.
A/N: I realize I haven't done disclaimers. Well, here it goes. Standard disclaimers. And I know that Saia was staying with Harry and Draco, but it was at the Leaky Cauldron. All the teachers stay there over the summer holidays, unless they make plans to go elsewhere.
The owl didn't make any movement, except gently lowering its head to the tile. Harry got on his hands and knees, peering closely at the bird that he thought was his own. "Hedwig, honey, you are so sleepy! And you looked famished!" She gently lifted her eyes to the man above her, and slightly nodded. He scooped up the bird, and tried to figure out a place to store the bird. He heard laughter floating on the breeze. 'The new children will be here momentarily…' He conjured a small bag, placed his old friend inside, and set it next to a suit of armor. "You there," he spoke to it. "Make sure I am the only one to leave with this bag." It nodded, and placed its huge sword in front of the bag.
"'Arry! 'Ay! Come an' git 'ese kids to th' Sowtin' 'Hat!" Harry smiled, and walked back to the door to greet Meliana and the kids that now swarmed around her.
"Thank you, Meliana. How many do we have this year?"
"Thuty- three. I counted 'em muhself."
Harry smiled again, this time visible to everyone. They all seemed to glow this year. "Thanks," he called after the retreating half-giant. He turned again to the children. "I," he began, "will be your Transfiguration teacher, Professor Potter." A collective gasp came up from the children, and one small girl with a missing front tooth came up to pull his sleeve. "Yes, little one?"
"My name is Lillian. Are you the one that beat the Nasty Man?"
"If you mean Voldemort," most the kids cringed, "then yes, I beat him."
One of the boys who hadn't moved piped up, "Who's he?"
"You will learn about him in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As for right now, I am going to lead you into that door behind me, and take you to meet everyone, alright?"
~*~*~
Draco held his tongue as the Hat sang its song. He was getting tired of it, but had to admit, its songs were progressively getting better. He ran a hand through his platinum hair, and glanced at Harry. He noticed that his robes were green. Why did Harry get green robes? He pouted, and looked at Minerva. She glanced back, her eyes warning. 'Stop thinking so loud, Draco,' he almost heard her voice warn. 'Some might hear you…' He scoffed, and hoped no one did. No telling who was here this year.
Harry pulled a scroll out of one pocket, and began to read off names. As their name was called, each respective child would sit underneath the old Hat, and learn where their new homes were going to be. The first child, a short black girl named Nicole Ahima, was the first to be sorted into Gryffindor. Hoorah. That meant they were going to win the house cup. 'Lucky Harry,' he thought to himself, 'what a dumbass.' He glanced at his other half, and noticed him looking back, grinning like an idiot. That meant he knew, too. He leaned into Minerva, and whispered, "About time they won, 'eh?"
She just smiled, and signaled him to continue to watch. He did as he was told, as Jordan Alsobrook became the first Hufflepuff of the year. He also saw Saul Calzadilla become a Ravenclaw. But where were all the Slytherins?
~*~*~
Saia tried to pay attention, but her mind couldn't really focus on what was happening. All she could do was keep looking at the man whom she had been staying with for two weeks. Harry, or whatever his name was, was talking to a bunch of kids her age. What a dope. He was trying to befriend her, but she would have none of it. For some reason, she got a feeling that her dad would have liked that. Her mind began to wander to Harry's friend, though. He was a cutie! She wondered if his hair was naturally that blonde, or if he dyed it, like Mrs. Cats, whatever her name was, from next door. When would she be able to go home, anyway? She was starting to miss her daddy. She felt the entire group shudder, and began to pay attention.
"Who's he?" said a boy that sat next to her on the train. James, she thought he said. James Formosa.
"You will learn about him in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As for right now…" Idiot. Of course he's not going to tell anyone whom he are talking about. She mind began to wander again. Back to her father. What had happened to her? She could only remember her father grounding her, and then waking up on Harry's couch. She followed the crowd, James close beside her, a couple other people who shared the compartment on her other side, Chris and Karla. For some reason, they seemed to think of her as a friend. She didn't know why, considering the fact that she was trying her hardest to be as beastly to them as possible. But the all seemed to laugh at her when she did…
Before she knew it, she was listening to a hat sing. Sing! 'What a fucked up school this is…' Once it stopped, Harry began to call up the students one by one. She looked across the Great Hall, and was speechless by all the people. There hadn't been this many people on the train! Where in heaven did they all come from?
James whispered in her ear, "I wonder if those two fancy each other…" He pointed to a big table she hadn't noticed behind her, and she smiled. He was talking about Draco and some old hag.
"I doubt it. Draco would never go for her."
"You know him?"
"Yeah, I stayed with him for a few weeks this summer."
"Wow…"
A deep voice called from a forgotten Harry. "Saia Dursley!" She looked up alarmed, and realized she wasn't in trouble. She just had to put on the singing hat. She walked over to it calmly, sat on the stool, and placed the hat over her head.
"A great mind is a terrible thing to waste, young lady," said a voice quietly in her ear. "And you have a great mind. But you also have a terrible secret. Terrible, terrible, indeed. But the trouble is, my dear, you don't know it either. You need a strong house to straighten you out, to help you learn the truth. Although you need Gryffindor, I can tell you need something even more. You need something stronger. SLYTHERIN!"
It took her a minute to realize that she was going to be in Slytherin, not under the hat, forever. She quickly looked to Harry, but he somehow seemed disappointed. He pointed to a table to the left, where people seemed to be clapping loudly. She glanced back to Draco, and saw him clapping loudly, too. 'Well,' she thought, 'at least one of them is happy.' She made her way to the table, and a place was quickly made for her. She sat down, and turned back to face the hat. After one girl joining her table, she watched James go under the hat. When it called out, "Slytherin," she released a breath she hadn't known she was holding. She smiled as he walked to her table, and shoved over a surly looking boy, so he could sit with her. "Welcome to my table, James."
She was glad when Chris, as well as Karla, were sent to the Gryffindor table. They talked too damn much. As the rest of the kids sat down, the woman whom Draco was not flirting with stood, and began to talk to the Great Hall.
A/N: I realize I haven't done disclaimers. Well, here it goes. Standard disclaimers. And I know that Saia was staying with Harry and Draco, but it was at the Leaky Cauldron. All the teachers stay there over the summer holidays, unless they make plans to go elsewhere.