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Warning: This is my first time writing fanfiction, so beware!! And this is my version of 'a transfer student coming to Hogwarts' fic.
Summary: Set in Harry's fifth year. Harry learns about his special powers; the reason why Voldemort wants to kill him and a transfer student comes to Hogwarts in search of something-or somebody.
Chapter One: Back To Hogwarts
The sun was shinning brightly, and not a cloud was in the sky. A cheerful, sunny day, and it was even sunnier for Harry Potter, who was starting his fifth year today.
'At last I can get out of here,' Harry thought. Today was the first of September; the day the new school year starts. He was in front of the Dursley's house and the Ministry Car was waiting for him to get on. He rode in a hustle-he wanted to get out of there as soon as he could.
He was more eager than usual to leave. This summer vacation hadn't been so great-it was terrible, actually. Because of what had happened last year, he wasn't allowed to go to the Weasley's so he had nothing to look forward to for the summer. He was allowed to go to Diagon Alley to get his school things, but that was all. He had hardly any contact with the wizarding world, and wouldn't have known what had been happening there, if it weren't for his two best friends, and Sirius, his godfather.
Sirius was currently working as a messenger for Dumbledore. A dangerous job, especially since his innocence hasn't been proved and from what Harry heard from his letters, Professor Lupin was searching for the rat, Peter Pettigrew.
He had wanted to go somewhere else to stay over the holidays, but he couldn't. The Dursley's was the safest place for him right now, as Dumbledore told him. It was safe, yes-Harry couldn't imagine Voldemort attacking Privet Drive-and he trusted Dumbledore, but he didn't think it was the best place for him to stay. He didn't know which was better, to die starved or to be killed by Lord Voldemort.
Dudley had somehow managed to get fatter than last year, so obviously, this year's diet had been stricter than last year. Aunt Petunia had made all of them follow the diet-and Harry had hardly anything to eat. Dudley might need a diet; he was the size of an elephant; but Harry was small. He wasn't over weighted or large. But did Aunt Petunia care? No, she didn't. So Harry was forced to ask his friends for food, like last year. Harry thought that he would have to buy caned food for next year, if this kept on going.
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The ministry car reached King's Cross with thirty minutes to spare. Harry quickly left the Car; the silence was kind of uncomfortable. The stupid articles that Rita Skeeter had written had kept a lot of people from talking to him, like the driver. He didn't want to be worshipped as 'The Boy Who Lived' but he didn't want to be feared, neither.
Harry went through the barrier between the platforms nine and ten, thinking about the new school year. Hopefully, there would be no new articles or publicity, since the Triwizard Tournament was over.
The platform was crowded and noisy like the last time Harry saw it-full of young witches and wizards -but this time there were Aurors there, too; even though the ministry (the Minister of Magic to be exact) didn't believe that Voldemort has returned, Dumbledore somehow managed to get them guard the station.
It felt good to see the familiar place again. No Muggles or his family to scold him. He didn't have to worry about his Aunt, Uncle, and the fat pig that was his cousin for nine months!
He found an empty compartment and hurriedly dragged his trunk and the owl's cage inside. Then he started to look for his friends. He was quite eager to see them again. Last time he saw them was when they were leaving the platform for the dreaded summer vacation.
He found Hermione easily. She was alone in the corridors, looking for Harry and an empty compartment to put her stuff. "Hi Hermione!" Harry greeted.
"Hi Harry!" Hermione answered, "How were your holidays? They weren't that bad, were they?"
"No.not bad. They were terrible," Harry answered. "Anyways, do you know where Ron is? I thought you guys were coming together." he changed the topic.
"No, I just came back from vacation last week and I wanted to rest at home. And knowing his family, he'll be coming in about 15 minutes. They always come late." Hermione was the type that was always prompt and never late.if they didn't count third year when she forgot to go to Charms.
And sure enough, a crowd of redheads was seen at ten minutes to eleven. One of them came running towards them. He, of course, was Ron.
"Hi Harry! Hi Hermione!" he shouted.
"Hi Ron!"
"Harry, you survived! You didn't complain about homework.they didn't lock it up, did they?" Ron said. "Speaking of homework, how did you do on that stupid potion's essay? I didn't get it. Who needs to know about Voice Changing Potions anyway?"
"Ron! It's not stupid! They might come in handy sometime. Like when-" Hermione argued. Ron just rolled his eyes.
Harry smiled to himself. It was same as ever-his friends didn't act strange or weird towards him. He was glad. Voldemort coming back didn't affect that.
Mrs.Weasley appeared when Hermione was still trying to explain the uses of the potion as Ron pretended that he didn't hear a word.
"Hello Hermione, Harry. How was your summer, dear? I hope the Muggles were treating you alright."
"They were alright, and thank you for the food!" Harry answered.
"It was nothing. We couldn't have you starve to death!" Mrs.Weasley looked at her watch to find that it was five minutes to eleven. "Oh my! Look at the time! The Express is leaving in a minute!"
Mrs.Weasley hugged the three of them, kissed Ron on the cheek and told them to behave (Of course we will, Mum!). She was smiling, but something told Harry that she was worried.
He knew he had to get used to it. After all, Voldemort had risen and was trying to kill Harry. But he didn't like it, all the same.
He, Ron, and Hermione rode the train as fast as they could with two trunks, an owl cage, and a basket for Crookshanks. They went to the compartment that Harry saved for them -which was at the back of the train.
"I wonder what's going to happen this year." Harry thought aloud.
Hermione and Ron looked a little uncomfortable. Harry still hadn't told them about what exactly happened. Harry especially didn't want to talk about his parents. It felt sad, and awful.his parents, who looked so young, so carefree in the picture Hagrid gave him -they were serious, and unlike the 'pranksters' Sirius told him about.
Hermione broke the silence. "I heard that a transfer student's coming this year. Hogwarts didn't have one for twenty years, you know." "It isn't your precious Vicky, is it?" Ron snickered.
"How many times have I told you that he isn't 'my Vicky'!? And it's just a rumor, Ron."
Harry found this conversation interesting. Not only about the transfer student part, but how Hermione and Ron talked about Victor Krum. Hermione had the best grades of the year but she was rather clueless when it came to feelings and Ron still hadn't noticed why he was feeling jealous of Victor. It was obvious that Ron liked Hermione and that Hermione liked him in return.
The train ride was quite peaceful. Draco Malfoy and his bodyguards didn't bother them. Neville, Seamus and Dean came to talk but they left quickly. They weren't as close to Harry as Ron and Hermione was and they felt they were intruding.
The time flew by and before they knew it, they reached Hogsmeade Station. The three of them rode the horseless carriages to the castle.
They entered the Great Hall. The ceiling was clear and the stars were shining, like the sky outside.
It felt good to be back home, Harry thought. The Dursley's were never a 'home' -it was just a place he live in because he had to.
"Harry, Ron! Look at the Staff Table!" Hermione cried suddenly. They looked at where Hermione was pointing to find Professor Lupin and a big, black dog -which was no other than his godfather.
"Do you think Lupin's back for the D.A.D.A position?" Ron asked.
"Is there any other position vacant? It has to be."
"You can't be sure though.maybe he came back to teach dueling or something."
Harry, on the other hand was thinking about something else. "Snuffles didn't tell me about this. Maybe it was arranged suddenly." But before he tried to finish his sentence, the sorting started.
(Skip the song and the sorting. I can't write a poem if my life depended on it, and I'm terrible with names.)
Ten new first years were sorted in Gryffindor and Harry clapped loudly each time. ?He remembered how he had been afraid that it was a mistake. He wasn't sure if he was the wizard everybody expected him to be.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts as Dumbledore stood.
"There are announcements to be made, but they will wait until the feast is over. For right now, eat up!"
The feast appeared from below and Harry's mouth watered. He had eaten sweets on the train, of course, but he hadn't had a decent meal since the last feast.
They ate, drank and talked, but something was different from last year, and even the year before that. Maybe because of Cedric's death.but most likely it was because of Voldemort's return. Even though the Minister denied the fact, Dumbledore would never tell a lie about something as serious as that.
Nothing had happened.yet. Voldemort still hadn't attacked but this tense nothing was unnerving. Harry thought that Voldemort was planning something big, but that wasn't good.
After they ate more than enough, Dumbledore silenced the room.
"Welcome, to another year at Hogwarts -and your first, for some people," he greeted. "There are many things I must tell you, but let us begin with the good news.
"First of all, some of you might remember Professor Lupin." The hall was suddenly full with whispers and from the Slytherins, booing. Dumbledore raised his hand to silence them.
"He will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again." There were more booing from Malfoy and his gang, but the others were cheering.
"See, I told you he'll be back!" Hermione yelled over the noise. Her face had a look of triumph and Ron looked annoyed. "Trust Hermione to be right." Ron whispered grumpily.
"Professor Lupin is a werewolf, as most of you know, but I find him more capable of teaching Defense Against the Dark Acts than any other person."
Snape was giving Lupin a cold look.full of more hatred than before ('He thinks he's better at it,' Ron whispered).
"And there will be a new transfer student this year."
"So the rumors were true," Hermione whispered.
"She will be arriving next week. There hasn't been a transfer student for 20 years. This will be a chance to learn a different culture. I hope all of you will make her welcome, and teach her things she doesn't know. "
"And now, the bad news," Dumbledore said, his eyes losing some of its twinkle, "Since Lord Voldemort is back, new rules have been made. People will not be allowed to go out of their common rooms after 6 o'clock, unless with a teacher. Nobody will be able to venture the school grounds after sunset."
"How about Quidditch practice?" Fred Weasley suddenly asked.
Dumbledore smiled at him. "Quidditch practice must be watched by a teacher. If not, the team will not be able to play.
"I would like all of you to be alert. As I said last year, dark times are coming. Even thought the Dark Lord hadn't attacked yet, we must be prepared," Dumbledore said gravely, "We do not want anybody hurt. Please follow the rules; we made them for you security."
"Prefects, make sure the people are safe, but do not put yourselves in danger. If you need any help, contact the teachers."
"Well, that is all. It is late-and classes will start tomorrow. Good night!"
The prefects lead the first years to the dormitories and Harry, Ron and Hermione followed them.
"I'm surprised you aren't a prefect, Hermione." Ron said.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, you have the best grades in the year."
"But I am." Hermione replied.
"Oh really.? WHAT!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US!?" Ron yelled.
"Oh, maybe because I didn't feel like it." Hermione said, smiling.
They reached the Portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" she asked.
"Err." they forgot to ask.
"Franis Corpella." Hermione answered. "What?" she asked, to Harry and Ron's expressions, "I'm a prefect, so I know the password."
They entered the common room and they parted at the staircase. As they ascended, their feet got heavier, and heavier. At last they reached their dormitory, which was at the top.
Harry went to his four-poster bed, opened his trunk, changed quickly and jumped into bed.
"'Night, Harry," Ron said, but there was no answer. Harry was already asleep.
'He must have been tired,' Ron thought, as he too got in his bed.
A.N. How was it? Please review!! If you find any grammar mistakes (no doubt there's a lot), don't hesitate to tell me. English is my second language and I am a terrible speller (sometimes I spell 'grammar' incorrectly!).
Warning: This is my first time writing fanfiction, so beware!! And this is my version of 'a transfer student coming to Hogwarts' fic.
Summary: Set in Harry's fifth year. Harry learns about his special powers; the reason why Voldemort wants to kill him and a transfer student comes to Hogwarts in search of something-or somebody.
Chapter One: Back To Hogwarts
The sun was shinning brightly, and not a cloud was in the sky. A cheerful, sunny day, and it was even sunnier for Harry Potter, who was starting his fifth year today.
'At last I can get out of here,' Harry thought. Today was the first of September; the day the new school year starts. He was in front of the Dursley's house and the Ministry Car was waiting for him to get on. He rode in a hustle-he wanted to get out of there as soon as he could.
He was more eager than usual to leave. This summer vacation hadn't been so great-it was terrible, actually. Because of what had happened last year, he wasn't allowed to go to the Weasley's so he had nothing to look forward to for the summer. He was allowed to go to Diagon Alley to get his school things, but that was all. He had hardly any contact with the wizarding world, and wouldn't have known what had been happening there, if it weren't for his two best friends, and Sirius, his godfather.
Sirius was currently working as a messenger for Dumbledore. A dangerous job, especially since his innocence hasn't been proved and from what Harry heard from his letters, Professor Lupin was searching for the rat, Peter Pettigrew.
He had wanted to go somewhere else to stay over the holidays, but he couldn't. The Dursley's was the safest place for him right now, as Dumbledore told him. It was safe, yes-Harry couldn't imagine Voldemort attacking Privet Drive-and he trusted Dumbledore, but he didn't think it was the best place for him to stay. He didn't know which was better, to die starved or to be killed by Lord Voldemort.
Dudley had somehow managed to get fatter than last year, so obviously, this year's diet had been stricter than last year. Aunt Petunia had made all of them follow the diet-and Harry had hardly anything to eat. Dudley might need a diet; he was the size of an elephant; but Harry was small. He wasn't over weighted or large. But did Aunt Petunia care? No, she didn't. So Harry was forced to ask his friends for food, like last year. Harry thought that he would have to buy caned food for next year, if this kept on going.
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The ministry car reached King's Cross with thirty minutes to spare. Harry quickly left the Car; the silence was kind of uncomfortable. The stupid articles that Rita Skeeter had written had kept a lot of people from talking to him, like the driver. He didn't want to be worshipped as 'The Boy Who Lived' but he didn't want to be feared, neither.
Harry went through the barrier between the platforms nine and ten, thinking about the new school year. Hopefully, there would be no new articles or publicity, since the Triwizard Tournament was over.
The platform was crowded and noisy like the last time Harry saw it-full of young witches and wizards -but this time there were Aurors there, too; even though the ministry (the Minister of Magic to be exact) didn't believe that Voldemort has returned, Dumbledore somehow managed to get them guard the station.
It felt good to see the familiar place again. No Muggles or his family to scold him. He didn't have to worry about his Aunt, Uncle, and the fat pig that was his cousin for nine months!
He found an empty compartment and hurriedly dragged his trunk and the owl's cage inside. Then he started to look for his friends. He was quite eager to see them again. Last time he saw them was when they were leaving the platform for the dreaded summer vacation.
He found Hermione easily. She was alone in the corridors, looking for Harry and an empty compartment to put her stuff. "Hi Hermione!" Harry greeted.
"Hi Harry!" Hermione answered, "How were your holidays? They weren't that bad, were they?"
"No.not bad. They were terrible," Harry answered. "Anyways, do you know where Ron is? I thought you guys were coming together." he changed the topic.
"No, I just came back from vacation last week and I wanted to rest at home. And knowing his family, he'll be coming in about 15 minutes. They always come late." Hermione was the type that was always prompt and never late.if they didn't count third year when she forgot to go to Charms.
And sure enough, a crowd of redheads was seen at ten minutes to eleven. One of them came running towards them. He, of course, was Ron.
"Hi Harry! Hi Hermione!" he shouted.
"Hi Ron!"
"Harry, you survived! You didn't complain about homework.they didn't lock it up, did they?" Ron said. "Speaking of homework, how did you do on that stupid potion's essay? I didn't get it. Who needs to know about Voice Changing Potions anyway?"
"Ron! It's not stupid! They might come in handy sometime. Like when-" Hermione argued. Ron just rolled his eyes.
Harry smiled to himself. It was same as ever-his friends didn't act strange or weird towards him. He was glad. Voldemort coming back didn't affect that.
Mrs.Weasley appeared when Hermione was still trying to explain the uses of the potion as Ron pretended that he didn't hear a word.
"Hello Hermione, Harry. How was your summer, dear? I hope the Muggles were treating you alright."
"They were alright, and thank you for the food!" Harry answered.
"It was nothing. We couldn't have you starve to death!" Mrs.Weasley looked at her watch to find that it was five minutes to eleven. "Oh my! Look at the time! The Express is leaving in a minute!"
Mrs.Weasley hugged the three of them, kissed Ron on the cheek and told them to behave (Of course we will, Mum!). She was smiling, but something told Harry that she was worried.
He knew he had to get used to it. After all, Voldemort had risen and was trying to kill Harry. But he didn't like it, all the same.
He, Ron, and Hermione rode the train as fast as they could with two trunks, an owl cage, and a basket for Crookshanks. They went to the compartment that Harry saved for them -which was at the back of the train.
"I wonder what's going to happen this year." Harry thought aloud.
Hermione and Ron looked a little uncomfortable. Harry still hadn't told them about what exactly happened. Harry especially didn't want to talk about his parents. It felt sad, and awful.his parents, who looked so young, so carefree in the picture Hagrid gave him -they were serious, and unlike the 'pranksters' Sirius told him about.
Hermione broke the silence. "I heard that a transfer student's coming this year. Hogwarts didn't have one for twenty years, you know." "It isn't your precious Vicky, is it?" Ron snickered.
"How many times have I told you that he isn't 'my Vicky'!? And it's just a rumor, Ron."
Harry found this conversation interesting. Not only about the transfer student part, but how Hermione and Ron talked about Victor Krum. Hermione had the best grades of the year but she was rather clueless when it came to feelings and Ron still hadn't noticed why he was feeling jealous of Victor. It was obvious that Ron liked Hermione and that Hermione liked him in return.
The train ride was quite peaceful. Draco Malfoy and his bodyguards didn't bother them. Neville, Seamus and Dean came to talk but they left quickly. They weren't as close to Harry as Ron and Hermione was and they felt they were intruding.
The time flew by and before they knew it, they reached Hogsmeade Station. The three of them rode the horseless carriages to the castle.
They entered the Great Hall. The ceiling was clear and the stars were shining, like the sky outside.
It felt good to be back home, Harry thought. The Dursley's were never a 'home' -it was just a place he live in because he had to.
"Harry, Ron! Look at the Staff Table!" Hermione cried suddenly. They looked at where Hermione was pointing to find Professor Lupin and a big, black dog -which was no other than his godfather.
"Do you think Lupin's back for the D.A.D.A position?" Ron asked.
"Is there any other position vacant? It has to be."
"You can't be sure though.maybe he came back to teach dueling or something."
Harry, on the other hand was thinking about something else. "Snuffles didn't tell me about this. Maybe it was arranged suddenly." But before he tried to finish his sentence, the sorting started.
(Skip the song and the sorting. I can't write a poem if my life depended on it, and I'm terrible with names.)
Ten new first years were sorted in Gryffindor and Harry clapped loudly each time. ?He remembered how he had been afraid that it was a mistake. He wasn't sure if he was the wizard everybody expected him to be.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts as Dumbledore stood.
"There are announcements to be made, but they will wait until the feast is over. For right now, eat up!"
The feast appeared from below and Harry's mouth watered. He had eaten sweets on the train, of course, but he hadn't had a decent meal since the last feast.
They ate, drank and talked, but something was different from last year, and even the year before that. Maybe because of Cedric's death.but most likely it was because of Voldemort's return. Even though the Minister denied the fact, Dumbledore would never tell a lie about something as serious as that.
Nothing had happened.yet. Voldemort still hadn't attacked but this tense nothing was unnerving. Harry thought that Voldemort was planning something big, but that wasn't good.
After they ate more than enough, Dumbledore silenced the room.
"Welcome, to another year at Hogwarts -and your first, for some people," he greeted. "There are many things I must tell you, but let us begin with the good news.
"First of all, some of you might remember Professor Lupin." The hall was suddenly full with whispers and from the Slytherins, booing. Dumbledore raised his hand to silence them.
"He will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again." There were more booing from Malfoy and his gang, but the others were cheering.
"See, I told you he'll be back!" Hermione yelled over the noise. Her face had a look of triumph and Ron looked annoyed. "Trust Hermione to be right." Ron whispered grumpily.
"Professor Lupin is a werewolf, as most of you know, but I find him more capable of teaching Defense Against the Dark Acts than any other person."
Snape was giving Lupin a cold look.full of more hatred than before ('He thinks he's better at it,' Ron whispered).
"And there will be a new transfer student this year."
"So the rumors were true," Hermione whispered.
"She will be arriving next week. There hasn't been a transfer student for 20 years. This will be a chance to learn a different culture. I hope all of you will make her welcome, and teach her things she doesn't know. "
"And now, the bad news," Dumbledore said, his eyes losing some of its twinkle, "Since Lord Voldemort is back, new rules have been made. People will not be allowed to go out of their common rooms after 6 o'clock, unless with a teacher. Nobody will be able to venture the school grounds after sunset."
"How about Quidditch practice?" Fred Weasley suddenly asked.
Dumbledore smiled at him. "Quidditch practice must be watched by a teacher. If not, the team will not be able to play.
"I would like all of you to be alert. As I said last year, dark times are coming. Even thought the Dark Lord hadn't attacked yet, we must be prepared," Dumbledore said gravely, "We do not want anybody hurt. Please follow the rules; we made them for you security."
"Prefects, make sure the people are safe, but do not put yourselves in danger. If you need any help, contact the teachers."
"Well, that is all. It is late-and classes will start tomorrow. Good night!"
The prefects lead the first years to the dormitories and Harry, Ron and Hermione followed them.
"I'm surprised you aren't a prefect, Hermione." Ron said.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, you have the best grades in the year."
"But I am." Hermione replied.
"Oh really.? WHAT!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US!?" Ron yelled.
"Oh, maybe because I didn't feel like it." Hermione said, smiling.
They reached the Portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" she asked.
"Err." they forgot to ask.
"Franis Corpella." Hermione answered. "What?" she asked, to Harry and Ron's expressions, "I'm a prefect, so I know the password."
They entered the common room and they parted at the staircase. As they ascended, their feet got heavier, and heavier. At last they reached their dormitory, which was at the top.
Harry went to his four-poster bed, opened his trunk, changed quickly and jumped into bed.
"'Night, Harry," Ron said, but there was no answer. Harry was already asleep.
'He must have been tired,' Ron thought, as he too got in his bed.
A.N. How was it? Please review!! If you find any grammar mistakes (no doubt there's a lot), don't hesitate to tell me. English is my second language and I am a terrible speller (sometimes I spell 'grammar' incorrectly!).