Some Things You Know Are Right
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Disclaimer: Ya, I should probably put one of these. None of the characters, places, situations, etc. belong to me except for the ones I have made myself! They belong to JK Rowling!
Summary: Bionca will be starting Hogwarts for the rest of her seventh year now, but I won't tell you the relationship she will get into ;)
Author's Note: Yup, I'll probably make a few mistakes, like I always say, just disregard them, and write about them in your reviews, but please don't be rude and please no flames!
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Later that evening, Dumbledore came back to the Hospital Wing, and to a less aggravated Madam Pomphrey, who was the lady caring after Bionca. He started talking to her, getting down to business right away, conjuring up a chair to sit beside her bed. "Alright, Bionca, you already know your parents know, but what about your friends? They will, unfortunately, not be told the truth. The ministry of magic in Canada believes it is for the best, because if word got out Voldemort was returning it would be chaos. Anyways, your friends are being told you were caught ill in the garden by the monster and had to be taken away to a hospital in Britain that specializes in curing it, and won't be back for graduation." At the thought of missing her graduation at WestCrest with all her friends made her sad. She gave a little sob, and Dumbledore reassured her. "Hogwarts is a welcoming place, do not fear, I'm sure you will have a wonderful graduation!" He then proceeded to take out a large, patched old hat. "This, is the sorting hat. It will be placed on your head and it will tell us which house you belong." He placed it carefully on her head, as though sudden hard movements would shatter her. She immediately heard a voice in her head. "Ahhh, the other Potter. Clever, I see, very smart, bravery too, lots of it. But such a ready mind could not be suited for Gryffindor? This is tough, indeed, let me think, yes, I think it will be. RAVENCLAW!" Bionca gasped. Hadn't she been told she was Gryffindor's heir? If so, why was she put in. 'Ravenclaw'? Dumbledore chuckled, and she snapped her head to look at him. "Headmaster, why was I not sorted into Gryffindor? I am his heir, wouldn't I be-" She was cut off by Dumbledore's hand. "You were sorted into Ravenclaw by majority. You might have vast quantities of bravery, courage, etc., but you are also clever, smart, and might I add, a little bookish," he peered down at the many books concerning Hogwarts she had taken out and had on her bedside table, "And, you are the heir of Ravenclaw as well." Bionca looked at him bewildered. How could this be? Unless. "They were married! Godric and Rowena were married and they had children! Am I not correct?" "You are indeed correct, Ms. Potter. They had children, which eventually led to you, and Harry. Harry was put in Gryffindor because he is a male, so of course he inherited more from Gryffindor, as you inherited more from Ravenclaw. Naturally." The thought of Harry startled Bionca. She had a brother that she never knew about. She was split from him 17 years ago. That would make him 15. He was in his fifth year. All these thoughts went through her head. "You are thinking of Harry, no?" Dumbledore asked. "Yes, I'm anxious to meet him." Bionca admitted. "Well then wait no longer!" Dumbledore stood, walked over to the fire, threw some powder from a cup beside it on and said "Gryffindor Common Room!" Immediately a room came into view in the large fire, as Dumbledore beckoned Harry, who looked puzzled, over to the fire. "Harry, would you please come to the Hospital Wing now?" "Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir." Harry said, as Bionca watched him set off, and out of site of the room. Dumbledore took another handful of another powder and put it on the picture fire, and the room left view. He turned around to face Bionca. "Harry is coming to see you know." After that, they sat in silence waiting for Harry. About five minutes later, he came through the hospital wing doors. Dumbledore made a motion with his hand for him to sit. He did.
"Harry, this is your sister, Bionca." He continued on to tell Harry her story. Harry listened attentively, not missing a detail. Then, when Dumbledore finished, he was dumbfounded. "I-I, I don't, don't know what to say." Harry contemplated. Then, he said, "Hello, Bionca, it's nice to have some family!" Then he pulled her into a tight embrace. She patted his back nervously, not knowing what to do, having this come at such a rush. "Thanks Harry, I hope we can become close, and can we possibly, um, you know, talk?" Harry nodded quickly at the chance to talk to family that didn't hate him. Dumbledore took this as his time to leave, and said, "Ok, well I'll leave you two to this, but we really must discuss your schooling soon. I will be back tomorrow. Have a nice evening." At this, he walked out. "Oh Harry! It's so nice to have real family! I mean, I love my adoptive parents dearly, but real family! This is all so sudden! So please, we have 15 years to catch up on!" For the next hour, they talked about their lives, Harry explained their parents, Voldemort, etc. They really got to know eachother. When an hour passes, Harry excused himself, telling her that he would talk to her again very soon. She laid down, and slept very peacefully all night, informed by the nurse she could be let out tomorrow. Early in the morning, the welcoming sight of Dumbledore at the door awoke Bionca. She smiled and sat up, tossing off her covers, preparing to leave. "Ah, Bionca, you are getting ready to leave. I will be in my office, Professor Snape will stay here and escort you. On that note, a tall, greasy haired man with a hooked nose who looked rather unpleasant appeared from behind the door. "Hi." Ms. Potter said nervously. "Pleasure. Another Potter." Snape drawled sarcastically. Bionca was taken aback, and looked around unpleasantly trying to find something to deprive her of the evil stare she was receiving from Professor Snake -er- Snape. Dumbledore left, and Snape sat on a bed patiently. Bionca stood with her curtains pulled, dressing. Soon she opened the curtains and walked towards Snape. "Uh. Professor? I am, ready to leave now." "Wonderful, took you long enough. Now please hurry, I will not slow down for you." Bionca took in his rudeness with utter shock. She had never met anyone like this man. She followed about 2 meters behind him, scared if she got any closer she would get her head bit off. Soon, they reached the entrance. "The password is. Bogie flavour. Absurd. I'm guessing, since you're a famous, clever Potter, you'll find out how to get in yourself." Bionca opened her mouth to reply, but was cut short by his swift turn away. She stared at the door. "Bogie flavour!" She said. Nothing happened. Then she had an idea. She took out her wand. She tapped the statue of the pheonix while she said it, and immediately a rotating staircase appeared. She stepped onto it and waited until she was facing a large desk, in a room adorned by pictures of previous headmasters, odd objects, and a magnificent bird. "Ah, Ms. Potter, I take it Snape helped you in?" "In a sense." Bionca trailed off. Dumbledore's eyes shined with laughter for a moment and Snape's characteristic show, he had been pouting ever since she was brought here that he would be teaching another Potter. "Please sit down. Tomorrow, you will be starting school here. Since curriculum's are the same everywhere, you should have an easy time getting on here. All your belongings from WestCrest have been brought here, but your robes have been altered to that of Hogwart's ones. I hope everything suits you well here, Ms. Potter. There will always be help here if you need it." He smiled gently at her. She smiled back. Then he started again. "I will call upon a Ravenclaw prefect to fetch you, one moment please. He got up, and strode over to a fireplace, where he did the same thing he did when he fetched Harry. He called upon a girl named "Lisa" to get Bionca. She smiled and nodded, and Bionca watched her leave the fire. Dumbledore put out the fire, and turned back to her. "She will be here shortly, please be patient." Dumbledore than proceeded to walk up a flight of stairs leading to a separate room. After about ten minutes, a pretty girl with layered, shoulder length blonde hair walked in. "Hello Ms. Potter! The common room is highly anticipating your arrival, to have a Potter in Ravenclaw is such an honour! I am Lisa, sixth year prefect." Bionca smiled at her, and pushed herself up from the chair. She thought, she was going to like it here.
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Disclaimer: Ya, I should probably put one of these. None of the characters, places, situations, etc. belong to me except for the ones I have made myself! They belong to JK Rowling!
Summary: Bionca will be starting Hogwarts for the rest of her seventh year now, but I won't tell you the relationship she will get into ;)
Author's Note: Yup, I'll probably make a few mistakes, like I always say, just disregard them, and write about them in your reviews, but please don't be rude and please no flames!
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Later that evening, Dumbledore came back to the Hospital Wing, and to a less aggravated Madam Pomphrey, who was the lady caring after Bionca. He started talking to her, getting down to business right away, conjuring up a chair to sit beside her bed. "Alright, Bionca, you already know your parents know, but what about your friends? They will, unfortunately, not be told the truth. The ministry of magic in Canada believes it is for the best, because if word got out Voldemort was returning it would be chaos. Anyways, your friends are being told you were caught ill in the garden by the monster and had to be taken away to a hospital in Britain that specializes in curing it, and won't be back for graduation." At the thought of missing her graduation at WestCrest with all her friends made her sad. She gave a little sob, and Dumbledore reassured her. "Hogwarts is a welcoming place, do not fear, I'm sure you will have a wonderful graduation!" He then proceeded to take out a large, patched old hat. "This, is the sorting hat. It will be placed on your head and it will tell us which house you belong." He placed it carefully on her head, as though sudden hard movements would shatter her. She immediately heard a voice in her head. "Ahhh, the other Potter. Clever, I see, very smart, bravery too, lots of it. But such a ready mind could not be suited for Gryffindor? This is tough, indeed, let me think, yes, I think it will be. RAVENCLAW!" Bionca gasped. Hadn't she been told she was Gryffindor's heir? If so, why was she put in. 'Ravenclaw'? Dumbledore chuckled, and she snapped her head to look at him. "Headmaster, why was I not sorted into Gryffindor? I am his heir, wouldn't I be-" She was cut off by Dumbledore's hand. "You were sorted into Ravenclaw by majority. You might have vast quantities of bravery, courage, etc., but you are also clever, smart, and might I add, a little bookish," he peered down at the many books concerning Hogwarts she had taken out and had on her bedside table, "And, you are the heir of Ravenclaw as well." Bionca looked at him bewildered. How could this be? Unless. "They were married! Godric and Rowena were married and they had children! Am I not correct?" "You are indeed correct, Ms. Potter. They had children, which eventually led to you, and Harry. Harry was put in Gryffindor because he is a male, so of course he inherited more from Gryffindor, as you inherited more from Ravenclaw. Naturally." The thought of Harry startled Bionca. She had a brother that she never knew about. She was split from him 17 years ago. That would make him 15. He was in his fifth year. All these thoughts went through her head. "You are thinking of Harry, no?" Dumbledore asked. "Yes, I'm anxious to meet him." Bionca admitted. "Well then wait no longer!" Dumbledore stood, walked over to the fire, threw some powder from a cup beside it on and said "Gryffindor Common Room!" Immediately a room came into view in the large fire, as Dumbledore beckoned Harry, who looked puzzled, over to the fire. "Harry, would you please come to the Hospital Wing now?" "Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir." Harry said, as Bionca watched him set off, and out of site of the room. Dumbledore took another handful of another powder and put it on the picture fire, and the room left view. He turned around to face Bionca. "Harry is coming to see you know." After that, they sat in silence waiting for Harry. About five minutes later, he came through the hospital wing doors. Dumbledore made a motion with his hand for him to sit. He did.
"Harry, this is your sister, Bionca." He continued on to tell Harry her story. Harry listened attentively, not missing a detail. Then, when Dumbledore finished, he was dumbfounded. "I-I, I don't, don't know what to say." Harry contemplated. Then, he said, "Hello, Bionca, it's nice to have some family!" Then he pulled her into a tight embrace. She patted his back nervously, not knowing what to do, having this come at such a rush. "Thanks Harry, I hope we can become close, and can we possibly, um, you know, talk?" Harry nodded quickly at the chance to talk to family that didn't hate him. Dumbledore took this as his time to leave, and said, "Ok, well I'll leave you two to this, but we really must discuss your schooling soon. I will be back tomorrow. Have a nice evening." At this, he walked out. "Oh Harry! It's so nice to have real family! I mean, I love my adoptive parents dearly, but real family! This is all so sudden! So please, we have 15 years to catch up on!" For the next hour, they talked about their lives, Harry explained their parents, Voldemort, etc. They really got to know eachother. When an hour passes, Harry excused himself, telling her that he would talk to her again very soon. She laid down, and slept very peacefully all night, informed by the nurse she could be let out tomorrow. Early in the morning, the welcoming sight of Dumbledore at the door awoke Bionca. She smiled and sat up, tossing off her covers, preparing to leave. "Ah, Bionca, you are getting ready to leave. I will be in my office, Professor Snape will stay here and escort you. On that note, a tall, greasy haired man with a hooked nose who looked rather unpleasant appeared from behind the door. "Hi." Ms. Potter said nervously. "Pleasure. Another Potter." Snape drawled sarcastically. Bionca was taken aback, and looked around unpleasantly trying to find something to deprive her of the evil stare she was receiving from Professor Snake -er- Snape. Dumbledore left, and Snape sat on a bed patiently. Bionca stood with her curtains pulled, dressing. Soon she opened the curtains and walked towards Snape. "Uh. Professor? I am, ready to leave now." "Wonderful, took you long enough. Now please hurry, I will not slow down for you." Bionca took in his rudeness with utter shock. She had never met anyone like this man. She followed about 2 meters behind him, scared if she got any closer she would get her head bit off. Soon, they reached the entrance. "The password is. Bogie flavour. Absurd. I'm guessing, since you're a famous, clever Potter, you'll find out how to get in yourself." Bionca opened her mouth to reply, but was cut short by his swift turn away. She stared at the door. "Bogie flavour!" She said. Nothing happened. Then she had an idea. She took out her wand. She tapped the statue of the pheonix while she said it, and immediately a rotating staircase appeared. She stepped onto it and waited until she was facing a large desk, in a room adorned by pictures of previous headmasters, odd objects, and a magnificent bird. "Ah, Ms. Potter, I take it Snape helped you in?" "In a sense." Bionca trailed off. Dumbledore's eyes shined with laughter for a moment and Snape's characteristic show, he had been pouting ever since she was brought here that he would be teaching another Potter. "Please sit down. Tomorrow, you will be starting school here. Since curriculum's are the same everywhere, you should have an easy time getting on here. All your belongings from WestCrest have been brought here, but your robes have been altered to that of Hogwart's ones. I hope everything suits you well here, Ms. Potter. There will always be help here if you need it." He smiled gently at her. She smiled back. Then he started again. "I will call upon a Ravenclaw prefect to fetch you, one moment please. He got up, and strode over to a fireplace, where he did the same thing he did when he fetched Harry. He called upon a girl named "Lisa" to get Bionca. She smiled and nodded, and Bionca watched her leave the fire. Dumbledore put out the fire, and turned back to her. "She will be here shortly, please be patient." Dumbledore than proceeded to walk up a flight of stairs leading to a separate room. After about ten minutes, a pretty girl with layered, shoulder length blonde hair walked in. "Hello Ms. Potter! The common room is highly anticipating your arrival, to have a Potter in Ravenclaw is such an honour! I am Lisa, sixth year prefect." Bionca smiled at her, and pushed herself up from the chair. She thought, she was going to like it here.