Title: Fairen Fall
Author: Mithara
Part 1 of an unknown sum (1/?)
Summary: A new boy comes in, in the middle of fourth year, no less. How will Hogwarts change around him? Slash ahead. readers beware.
Author's Note: AU Fic! This is serious revisionist history. Canon holds until the end of book 3, Lupin remained the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, and 4th year is completely different, with no Triwizard Tournament. I apologize for the horrible inconsistencies I'm sure this will develop, but the evil plot bunny won't leave me alone.
Disclaimer: None of these characters, save Ryn, are mine. If they were, they would be much less happy, and much less dressed. So don't sue me. You'll get a wet cast and a bit of lint.
** Denotes direct thoughts.
~*~*~*~*~
Ryn regarded the group of friendly, smiling faces before him with badly disguised panic. His pale, long fingered hands clutched at the fabric of his robe, slightly uneven but very white teeth worrying his full lower lip. His eyes held within their blue-violet depths a quiet desperation to be anywhere but there. ** Oh god.. They'll know.. What will they do? Oh god.**
"This, students, is Varyn Tanner, son of Irena and Joel Tanner, members of the Ministry of Magic. He has been living with his parents in Rumania, and was until now unable to physically attend the school, though I'm sure you'll find that he has kept up with his studies." Dumbledore smiled his kindly smile, eyes twinkling, and patted the nervous boy on the shoulder. "He will be joining the fourth years in their studies, with the exception of Herbology, which he will be conducting as individual study, owing to his advanced status in that class.
Harry blinked as Ron nudged him in the side, muttering quietly, "Lucky him, eh? No dirt under his nails and pink earmuffs." Harry grinned, but did not reply, though Hermione felt no such compunction, elbowing him sharply in the ribs.
"What in the world do you think independent study is, you ninny? He's probably spent his time studying pink-stemmed Zefora and transplanting enchanted mache, and all sorts of things that we haven't got to do yet." She sighed, and her eyes went a little dreamy. "He is awfully cute, isn't he?" Ron made a small, amused noise, which Harry quickly followed after a small bout of sarcastic eyelash batting, but didn't say anything under Hermione's quelling glare.
Dumbledore, in his ceremonial pointy hat, towered over the new student, who, Harry noted, looked as if he'd rather be anywhere but where he was. Harry smiled vaguely, empathizing completely.
"- And I am sure the boys of Gryffindor will make you more than welcome." Harry blinked, momentarily lost. Oh. Apparently he'd missed part of the Headmaster's missive, so he just shrugged, and hoped he'd remember to ask Ron if he'd missed anything important later.
"Now, all those who are NOT going to be involved with the cleanup of Master Mondgum's Advanced Chicanery classroom are free to go back to your common rooms and study." With that, Dumbledore clomped swiftly off the podium at the front of the Great Hall where the teachers ate, and disappeared to. wherever Dumbledore went when he wasn't in the public eye.
Hermione took it upon herself to introduce Harry and Ron to the new boy, who was being accosted by - surprise of surprises, Malfoy and Co. "That will be quite enough, Draco. We should be showing Varyn where his rooms are." A lofty glare somehow rolled down her snubbed nose, banishing the sneering Malfoy and the Loom twins to the depths - in other words, the Slytherin common room.
Once they were gone, Hermione flashed a blinding smile that - combined with her teeth-of-reduced-size - made her otherwise rather plain face pretty. After a brief, considering glance at the boy; he was far too pale to be healthy, and his black robes - oddly high necked and fitted to his waist - were loose, as if he has recently lost a good deal of weight. His hair, Hermione was surprised to note, continued after the heavy bangs that partially obscured his eyes, forming a wrist thick braid that disappeared behind his back.
"Hello. I am Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley," She extended a hand as the redhead ducked his head in acknowledgement, grinning feebly. Ryn didn't seem to want to take her hand, looking faintly shocked, so Hermione barged on. "And this, as you've probably guessed, is Harry Potter." She motioned with a flourish to Harry, grinning at the mildly stricken look adorning Harry's face.
Varyn grinned weakly at them all, then swallowed, and replied in a quiet tenor, "Nice to make your acquaintance." He then grinned shyly, and pushed his bangs out of his eyes, other hand straying into pocket. "Y'can call my Ryn, if you want."
With a relieved smile, Harry offered his greeting. "It's nice to meet someone who's first words aren't 'Wow! Can I see your scar?" Harry cast an amused glance at Ron, who pretended to be reproachful, before continuing. "It is nice to meet you, Ryn. Want us to show you how to get to the common room? It's a little bit like a maze, only without the bit of cheese at the end." Ron snickered as the four walked towards the stairway that led - on every day except Tuesday - to the Gryffindor common room. "Unless Fred and George are up to something, and then sometimes you get whiskers, too."
Author: Mithara
Part 1 of an unknown sum (1/?)
Summary: A new boy comes in, in the middle of fourth year, no less. How will Hogwarts change around him? Slash ahead. readers beware.
Author's Note: AU Fic! This is serious revisionist history. Canon holds until the end of book 3, Lupin remained the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, and 4th year is completely different, with no Triwizard Tournament. I apologize for the horrible inconsistencies I'm sure this will develop, but the evil plot bunny won't leave me alone.
Disclaimer: None of these characters, save Ryn, are mine. If they were, they would be much less happy, and much less dressed. So don't sue me. You'll get a wet cast and a bit of lint.
** Denotes direct thoughts.
~*~*~*~*~
Ryn regarded the group of friendly, smiling faces before him with badly disguised panic. His pale, long fingered hands clutched at the fabric of his robe, slightly uneven but very white teeth worrying his full lower lip. His eyes held within their blue-violet depths a quiet desperation to be anywhere but there. ** Oh god.. They'll know.. What will they do? Oh god.**
"This, students, is Varyn Tanner, son of Irena and Joel Tanner, members of the Ministry of Magic. He has been living with his parents in Rumania, and was until now unable to physically attend the school, though I'm sure you'll find that he has kept up with his studies." Dumbledore smiled his kindly smile, eyes twinkling, and patted the nervous boy on the shoulder. "He will be joining the fourth years in their studies, with the exception of Herbology, which he will be conducting as individual study, owing to his advanced status in that class.
Harry blinked as Ron nudged him in the side, muttering quietly, "Lucky him, eh? No dirt under his nails and pink earmuffs." Harry grinned, but did not reply, though Hermione felt no such compunction, elbowing him sharply in the ribs.
"What in the world do you think independent study is, you ninny? He's probably spent his time studying pink-stemmed Zefora and transplanting enchanted mache, and all sorts of things that we haven't got to do yet." She sighed, and her eyes went a little dreamy. "He is awfully cute, isn't he?" Ron made a small, amused noise, which Harry quickly followed after a small bout of sarcastic eyelash batting, but didn't say anything under Hermione's quelling glare.
Dumbledore, in his ceremonial pointy hat, towered over the new student, who, Harry noted, looked as if he'd rather be anywhere but where he was. Harry smiled vaguely, empathizing completely.
"- And I am sure the boys of Gryffindor will make you more than welcome." Harry blinked, momentarily lost. Oh. Apparently he'd missed part of the Headmaster's missive, so he just shrugged, and hoped he'd remember to ask Ron if he'd missed anything important later.
"Now, all those who are NOT going to be involved with the cleanup of Master Mondgum's Advanced Chicanery classroom are free to go back to your common rooms and study." With that, Dumbledore clomped swiftly off the podium at the front of the Great Hall where the teachers ate, and disappeared to. wherever Dumbledore went when he wasn't in the public eye.
Hermione took it upon herself to introduce Harry and Ron to the new boy, who was being accosted by - surprise of surprises, Malfoy and Co. "That will be quite enough, Draco. We should be showing Varyn where his rooms are." A lofty glare somehow rolled down her snubbed nose, banishing the sneering Malfoy and the Loom twins to the depths - in other words, the Slytherin common room.
Once they were gone, Hermione flashed a blinding smile that - combined with her teeth-of-reduced-size - made her otherwise rather plain face pretty. After a brief, considering glance at the boy; he was far too pale to be healthy, and his black robes - oddly high necked and fitted to his waist - were loose, as if he has recently lost a good deal of weight. His hair, Hermione was surprised to note, continued after the heavy bangs that partially obscured his eyes, forming a wrist thick braid that disappeared behind his back.
"Hello. I am Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley," She extended a hand as the redhead ducked his head in acknowledgement, grinning feebly. Ryn didn't seem to want to take her hand, looking faintly shocked, so Hermione barged on. "And this, as you've probably guessed, is Harry Potter." She motioned with a flourish to Harry, grinning at the mildly stricken look adorning Harry's face.
Varyn grinned weakly at them all, then swallowed, and replied in a quiet tenor, "Nice to make your acquaintance." He then grinned shyly, and pushed his bangs out of his eyes, other hand straying into pocket. "Y'can call my Ryn, if you want."
With a relieved smile, Harry offered his greeting. "It's nice to meet someone who's first words aren't 'Wow! Can I see your scar?" Harry cast an amused glance at Ron, who pretended to be reproachful, before continuing. "It is nice to meet you, Ryn. Want us to show you how to get to the common room? It's a little bit like a maze, only without the bit of cheese at the end." Ron snickered as the four walked towards the stairway that led - on every day except Tuesday - to the Gryffindor common room. "Unless Fred and George are up to something, and then sometimes you get whiskers, too."