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AN: Ok people, no one in this department have probably heard of me but I am the infamous angel-ink. I used to be a LOTR freak and I still am. I also majored in LOTr fanfic. But, due some not too recent events I put down the LOTR for awhile started reading some Harry Potter fanfic. Now I love HP just as much as the next girl. BUT, if I could name just one god damn sexy evil boy, it would have to be Draco Malfoy. Now I have been inspired by another writer who completely left me with weak knees. This story has probably been done about a thousand times but I'm still a beginner. I wonder if the HP call it Mary-Sue as well????? Got any thoughts on my terrible writing please tell me. Or flame me, however you may put it.
The New Girl.
Chapter One.
Rain splashed the windows of the Hogwarts Express as it left Platform Nine and Three Quarters. New first year students sat in the compartments up the front shyly asking each other questions. However further back where the compartments were louder and rowdier Three seventh years talked happily while they shared on a feast of Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasly and Hermione Granger shared their holiday stories and talked about their new year at Hogwarts.
"I can't believe it's our last year!" Hermione piped catching her chocolate frog before it escaped.
"Mmmm," was the reply from Ron who had again stuffed his mouth with a large jelly snake that really hissed.
"Oh you're such a grub Ron," Hermione said shortly but smiled all the same.
Harry grinned at his two best friends glad to be back after another summer with the Dursley's. He was about to open another packet of Bertie Botts when a soft knock was heard on the compartment door. A shy little head of dark hair popped around the door and asked in a very shy voice,
"Excuse, may I sit here? Every where else is full," the shy girl looked opened the door fully and fiddled with the hem of her skirt.
"Sure," Hermione said brightly.
The girl came into the compartment and shut the door behind her. She couldn't have been a first year because she was same height as Hermione and looked just like another 17 year old.
"I'm Max, Max Anderson, I only just transferred," she said shyly.
"Hullo Max, I'm Harry, that's Ron and this is Hermione. What school are you transferring from?" Harry asked kindly clearly seeing that the girl was almost terrified of them.
"Francis, Francis Xavier's," Ron and Harry had never heard of the school but Hermione sure seemed to.
"You're joking?!"
The shy girl shook her head and smiled and blushed red like Ron's hair all at the same time.
"That's one of the very best school's in Britain! Why would you be transferring from there to Hogwarts?"
Max stuttered over her words but before she could answer a cold sneering voice was heard from the door way.
"Francis Xavier's? My father was going to send me there but said they weren't good enough for a pure blood,"
There stood leaning against the door frame speaking in his usual drawling voice was the tall figure no other than Draco Malfoy. His stature had changed a lot over the years, much like the others. His slim build and strong muscular figure was intimidating. To those who did know him of course.
Max almost shrieked when she turned around to see Malfoy standing there looking bored.
"Go away Malfoy, go annoy someone else," Ron said through gritted teeth.
It had always been a touchy subject between Ron and Malfoy, going back right into their fathers who both worked at the Ministry of Magic.
"Oh no, I'd rather annoy the muggle lovers club," he turned his attention to Max was practically shaking in fear, his eyes did a quick look over before he smirked and sneered, "A Francis Xavier's student transferring to Hogwarts, my word, I wonder what kind of misfit you must be to have you sent you out of Francis in the first place," Malfoy's piercing eyes stared cold daggers at Max, who whimpered in fright.
"Get lost Malfoy before I curse you, I learnt a whole lot more over the holidays," Hermione said threateningly.
"Always out to spoil my fun aren't you Granger? No worry though, I've got all year to have my fun," he looked directly at Max with these last words.
Hermione took out her wand from her robes and pointed it at Malfoy who sniggered loudly before he left.
"Don't worry Max, don't let a great big dickhead like Malfoy get to you, his life goal is to be like his father," Hermione said patting Max on the arm.
"T-t-hanks. I'm always very shy, and very clumsy, when I get scared," she answered blushing again.
"Don't be, not of Draco Malfoy that's for sure," Harry said feeling the same nervousness he had felt on his first day.
The four spent the rest of the train journey talking about Hogwarts and Francis. Max was a very shy girl indeed but very nice all the same. Complimenting the other three about their defeats against Voldermort in past years.
At last the train stopped and the four waited to get off the train and into the splattering rain.
"Max, how are you going to be sorted?" Ron asked curiously as they shuffled along down the corridor.
"I had a visit from Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall on the holidays, they brought an old wizards hat that screamed out Gryffindor after it spent a god deal talking to me inside my head," Max answered obviously confused.
The others grinned and knew that the old wizard's hat was in fact the Sorting hat. As they got off the train they saw Hagrid leading the first years towards the lake, they waved and set off to find a carriage. By the time the four arrived at the castle itself they were indeed very wet and very slippery. Max looked around in awe as they made their way into the Great Hall for the welcoming feast. Most of the Slytherins were already there. Malfoy caught Max's eyes and he sent her a look and a smirk before Max ducked her head blushing furiously.
Dumbledore sat at the head of the staff table smiling with his eyes twinkling. Her gave a little wave to Max as she sat down at the Gryffindor table. She smiled graciously. The hall filed with talking and laughter. The enchanted ceiling showing the night sky streaked with cracks of lightning. Max was watching in awe when the main entrance doors opened and McGonagall entered leading a group of new first year students dripping wet and shivering. And then the sorting began.
Max still being shy when people talked to her felt that all of the Gryffindors were pleasantly nice to her and she needn't worry about not fitting in here. But avoided meeting the blond Slytherins piercing eyes all through dinner. Her brother had warned her of not making friends with everyone.
"Max, are you muggle born because I heard at Francis they are very strict about their students?" Hermione was asking her.
"Um yes I am, Francis is strict but they have a special way of picking their students,"
"Like the sorting hat?" Harry asked interested.
"Yeah, like the sorting hat,"
For the rest of dinner Max nodded and smiled at those who talked to her. She was still the shy little jittering mess but was happy to be in Gryffindor.
~*~*~*~
After a magnificent dinner the houses began to make their way back to their dormitories. But Professor McGonagall called Max back.
"Miss Anderson I do hope you are feeling welcome here at Hogwarts," McGonagall said looking down her long nose.
Max nodded.
"Good, I would like to tell you that if you are having any troubles with other students you can always come to me, I am the head of your house and I stand by my duty to be here if you need me. We don't want the events that of Francis Xavier's to happen again here,"
Max gulped and nodded.
"Very well, you may go to your dormitory, the password is Golden Snitch," Max nodded and turned to leave but turned around again to ask where exactly the Gryffindor common room was but found nothing but air behind her.
Max nervously started to walk aimlessly in the direction she remembered her fellow Gryffindors going in. When she heard the drawling voice again.
"Lost are we? Tsk tsk. Not good for a seventh year to be walking around without permission," Malfoy was leaning against the wall taunting Max.
"I was. uh. I'm not lost.. I'm just.." Max stuttered over her words and blushed crimson red.
She started to fumble with her skirt hem again. Her hands shook slightly.
"What's your name?" Malfoy asked in the same cold voice.
"Max Anderson," she whispered.
"Well Miss Anderson you will soon learn that around here, there are those who are pure bloods, and those who are Mudbloods, no doubted yourself," he laughed dryly smirking slightly.
Max whimpered, she had no idea what a Mudblood was but she knew it had to be something really terrible.
Malfoy laughed again, "If you don't know what a Mudblood is go ask your friend Granger, she knows all about them," With that he moved from his spot from the wall and moved closer to Max.
His intimidating stature leered over Max who trembled with sheer fear.
"Don't let me find you wondering around again because I just might do something very bad," he whispered letting his breathe rake over her trembling face.
Hearing Max breath in harshly told him his words stuck, with that he turned and let his black cloak willow behind him. Max almost ran from her cowardly spot not knowing where she was going when she ran right into Harry.
"Max, I was looking for you! When you didn't come back to the common room we wondered if Peeves played a nasty prank on you and got you lost!" he helped her stand up again and saw she was shaking.
"Max, are you alright?" he asked.
"Uh huh," Max said in unusually high voice.
"You sure?" he asked again.
Max nodded quickly, "I just got lost after McGonagall talked to me,"
Harry nodded still looking at Max, but he asked no more questions and led Max back to the Gryffindor Common room.
AN: Howzat????? For my first HP fanfic that is. Review me ppl if you think I could change this or anything. Flame me if you have to!
AN: Ok people, no one in this department have probably heard of me but I am the infamous angel-ink. I used to be a LOTR freak and I still am. I also majored in LOTr fanfic. But, due some not too recent events I put down the LOTR for awhile started reading some Harry Potter fanfic. Now I love HP just as much as the next girl. BUT, if I could name just one god damn sexy evil boy, it would have to be Draco Malfoy. Now I have been inspired by another writer who completely left me with weak knees. This story has probably been done about a thousand times but I'm still a beginner. I wonder if the HP call it Mary-Sue as well????? Got any thoughts on my terrible writing please tell me. Or flame me, however you may put it.
The New Girl.
Chapter One.
Rain splashed the windows of the Hogwarts Express as it left Platform Nine and Three Quarters. New first year students sat in the compartments up the front shyly asking each other questions. However further back where the compartments were louder and rowdier Three seventh years talked happily while they shared on a feast of Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasly and Hermione Granger shared their holiday stories and talked about their new year at Hogwarts.
"I can't believe it's our last year!" Hermione piped catching her chocolate frog before it escaped.
"Mmmm," was the reply from Ron who had again stuffed his mouth with a large jelly snake that really hissed.
"Oh you're such a grub Ron," Hermione said shortly but smiled all the same.
Harry grinned at his two best friends glad to be back after another summer with the Dursley's. He was about to open another packet of Bertie Botts when a soft knock was heard on the compartment door. A shy little head of dark hair popped around the door and asked in a very shy voice,
"Excuse, may I sit here? Every where else is full," the shy girl looked opened the door fully and fiddled with the hem of her skirt.
"Sure," Hermione said brightly.
The girl came into the compartment and shut the door behind her. She couldn't have been a first year because she was same height as Hermione and looked just like another 17 year old.
"I'm Max, Max Anderson, I only just transferred," she said shyly.
"Hullo Max, I'm Harry, that's Ron and this is Hermione. What school are you transferring from?" Harry asked kindly clearly seeing that the girl was almost terrified of them.
"Francis, Francis Xavier's," Ron and Harry had never heard of the school but Hermione sure seemed to.
"You're joking?!"
The shy girl shook her head and smiled and blushed red like Ron's hair all at the same time.
"That's one of the very best school's in Britain! Why would you be transferring from there to Hogwarts?"
Max stuttered over her words but before she could answer a cold sneering voice was heard from the door way.
"Francis Xavier's? My father was going to send me there but said they weren't good enough for a pure blood,"
There stood leaning against the door frame speaking in his usual drawling voice was the tall figure no other than Draco Malfoy. His stature had changed a lot over the years, much like the others. His slim build and strong muscular figure was intimidating. To those who did know him of course.
Max almost shrieked when she turned around to see Malfoy standing there looking bored.
"Go away Malfoy, go annoy someone else," Ron said through gritted teeth.
It had always been a touchy subject between Ron and Malfoy, going back right into their fathers who both worked at the Ministry of Magic.
"Oh no, I'd rather annoy the muggle lovers club," he turned his attention to Max was practically shaking in fear, his eyes did a quick look over before he smirked and sneered, "A Francis Xavier's student transferring to Hogwarts, my word, I wonder what kind of misfit you must be to have you sent you out of Francis in the first place," Malfoy's piercing eyes stared cold daggers at Max, who whimpered in fright.
"Get lost Malfoy before I curse you, I learnt a whole lot more over the holidays," Hermione said threateningly.
"Always out to spoil my fun aren't you Granger? No worry though, I've got all year to have my fun," he looked directly at Max with these last words.
Hermione took out her wand from her robes and pointed it at Malfoy who sniggered loudly before he left.
"Don't worry Max, don't let a great big dickhead like Malfoy get to you, his life goal is to be like his father," Hermione said patting Max on the arm.
"T-t-hanks. I'm always very shy, and very clumsy, when I get scared," she answered blushing again.
"Don't be, not of Draco Malfoy that's for sure," Harry said feeling the same nervousness he had felt on his first day.
The four spent the rest of the train journey talking about Hogwarts and Francis. Max was a very shy girl indeed but very nice all the same. Complimenting the other three about their defeats against Voldermort in past years.
At last the train stopped and the four waited to get off the train and into the splattering rain.
"Max, how are you going to be sorted?" Ron asked curiously as they shuffled along down the corridor.
"I had a visit from Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall on the holidays, they brought an old wizards hat that screamed out Gryffindor after it spent a god deal talking to me inside my head," Max answered obviously confused.
The others grinned and knew that the old wizard's hat was in fact the Sorting hat. As they got off the train they saw Hagrid leading the first years towards the lake, they waved and set off to find a carriage. By the time the four arrived at the castle itself they were indeed very wet and very slippery. Max looked around in awe as they made their way into the Great Hall for the welcoming feast. Most of the Slytherins were already there. Malfoy caught Max's eyes and he sent her a look and a smirk before Max ducked her head blushing furiously.
Dumbledore sat at the head of the staff table smiling with his eyes twinkling. Her gave a little wave to Max as she sat down at the Gryffindor table. She smiled graciously. The hall filed with talking and laughter. The enchanted ceiling showing the night sky streaked with cracks of lightning. Max was watching in awe when the main entrance doors opened and McGonagall entered leading a group of new first year students dripping wet and shivering. And then the sorting began.
Max still being shy when people talked to her felt that all of the Gryffindors were pleasantly nice to her and she needn't worry about not fitting in here. But avoided meeting the blond Slytherins piercing eyes all through dinner. Her brother had warned her of not making friends with everyone.
"Max, are you muggle born because I heard at Francis they are very strict about their students?" Hermione was asking her.
"Um yes I am, Francis is strict but they have a special way of picking their students,"
"Like the sorting hat?" Harry asked interested.
"Yeah, like the sorting hat,"
For the rest of dinner Max nodded and smiled at those who talked to her. She was still the shy little jittering mess but was happy to be in Gryffindor.
~*~*~*~
After a magnificent dinner the houses began to make their way back to their dormitories. But Professor McGonagall called Max back.
"Miss Anderson I do hope you are feeling welcome here at Hogwarts," McGonagall said looking down her long nose.
Max nodded.
"Good, I would like to tell you that if you are having any troubles with other students you can always come to me, I am the head of your house and I stand by my duty to be here if you need me. We don't want the events that of Francis Xavier's to happen again here,"
Max gulped and nodded.
"Very well, you may go to your dormitory, the password is Golden Snitch," Max nodded and turned to leave but turned around again to ask where exactly the Gryffindor common room was but found nothing but air behind her.
Max nervously started to walk aimlessly in the direction she remembered her fellow Gryffindors going in. When she heard the drawling voice again.
"Lost are we? Tsk tsk. Not good for a seventh year to be walking around without permission," Malfoy was leaning against the wall taunting Max.
"I was. uh. I'm not lost.. I'm just.." Max stuttered over her words and blushed crimson red.
She started to fumble with her skirt hem again. Her hands shook slightly.
"What's your name?" Malfoy asked in the same cold voice.
"Max Anderson," she whispered.
"Well Miss Anderson you will soon learn that around here, there are those who are pure bloods, and those who are Mudbloods, no doubted yourself," he laughed dryly smirking slightly.
Max whimpered, she had no idea what a Mudblood was but she knew it had to be something really terrible.
Malfoy laughed again, "If you don't know what a Mudblood is go ask your friend Granger, she knows all about them," With that he moved from his spot from the wall and moved closer to Max.
His intimidating stature leered over Max who trembled with sheer fear.
"Don't let me find you wondering around again because I just might do something very bad," he whispered letting his breathe rake over her trembling face.
Hearing Max breath in harshly told him his words stuck, with that he turned and let his black cloak willow behind him. Max almost ran from her cowardly spot not knowing where she was going when she ran right into Harry.
"Max, I was looking for you! When you didn't come back to the common room we wondered if Peeves played a nasty prank on you and got you lost!" he helped her stand up again and saw she was shaking.
"Max, are you alright?" he asked.
"Uh huh," Max said in unusually high voice.
"You sure?" he asked again.
Max nodded quickly, "I just got lost after McGonagall talked to me,"
Harry nodded still looking at Max, but he asked no more questions and led Max back to the Gryffindor Common room.
AN: Howzat????? For my first HP fanfic that is. Review me ppl if you think I could change this or anything. Flame me if you have to!