The next day was a Monday, and Julia didn't know whether to be
terrified or blissful. She was going to learn to be a witch. And she was
going to help defend the planet from a Dark Lord. Things were happening so
fast, she had to sit down in one of the squashy chairs in the Common Room
before going down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As she sat down, she
saw someone coming down the stairs from the boys' dormitories. When he
came into view, Julia couldn't believe who it was. It was the hottie from
the ice cream parlor. As soon as she started to blush, she remembered that
he hadn't seen her and immediately calmed down. She was surprised when he
greeted her.
"Morning. . .waitasec. . .I don't recall seeing you before," he said as he put his glasses on. "No, you're definitely a new face." He reddened considerably as he saw how striking this stranger was.
"Oh, I'm the muggle-transfer student. . ." At this she blushed a little, as she remembered Professor McGongall's lack of trust at first meeting her. "I came in a little late yesterday."
The boy looked a tad confused. "A muggle-transfer? Is that even legal?"
Julia had no idea. She didn't want to get the same reaction from this guy that she got from Hermione. But he seemed so friendly. . ."Well. . .I found Hogwarts by accident and wrote a letter to Dumbledore, asking if I could apply so I could join the fight against Voldemort, I mean -" She had caught herself too late. She looked at the boy, who looked shocked. "I'm sorry, it's just that -"
"You are the only person that I've heard aside from Dumbledore and Sirius say his name. I'm impressed," he smiled, forgetting that the girl wasn't a witch at all. "My name's Harry. Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you."
The lighting-shaped scar on his forehead proved it. Julia couldn't believe that she had a crush on the Boy Who Lived. "So much for that; he probably already has a girlfriend and 12 more girls falling all over him," she sadly thought to herself. "I think I may have seen you before. . .oh, yeah! I saw you at the ice cream parlor yesterday! I should've said hi or something. . ."
Harry seemed genuinely interested in Julia. She was pretty, and she seemed like a nice person to boot. Plus she hadn't been kissing up to him due to his popularity. He hadn't recalled seeing her though. . ."Where were you at the ice cream parlor? I don't remember seeing you."
"I was sitting in the opposite corner of the room. . .you're back was to me," she quickly fibbed. Well, it was sort of the truth. . .
"Ah. I wouldn't know, so I'll take your word for it," he grinned.
Julia smiled. "You're a lot nicer than I thought you were going to be."
Harry didn't think that any muggle would be expecting to know anything about him. "You mean you've heard of me?"
"Of course! You're the Boy Who Lived, aren't you?"
Harry was still confused. How could a muggle know this? Unless. . . "Hey, are you a muggle from a wizarding family?"
Julia's face immediately changed. "I wouldn't know - I haven't heard from my parents in years," she replied quietly. She had been told that her parents had been killed in a car accident when she was four. She was sent to live with relatives, but they were ashamed of the fact that she was psychic and turned her away as soon as she turned 10. She had been on her own ever since.
Harry was immediately regretful of what he had asked. "I'm sorry. . .my parents died when I was young too. . ."
Julia managed a quick smile. "It's not your fault. No, I don't think they were. They were killed in a car crash when I was too young to remember anything."
"Then how did they allow you into Hogwarts?"
"Well. . ." Julia didn't know how to put this at all. "You may not believe me, but Dumbledore seemed to, and that's all that matters." She took a deep breath. "I'm a psychic," she said rather quickly. She looked at Harry to see if he believed her.
"Well," he started, unsure of what to say. "To be honest with you, I sort of believe you. You're not trying to be all mysterious or anything like the Divination teacher. She's a real dud. I mean, I'm not gonna drool all over you like I heard Lavender and Pavarti were. They're obsessed with that stuff."
"I really wouldn't want you to," she replied. "I don't do public predictions." The two laughed. "I just privately drift off into my own little world sometimes." Julia trailed off, staring into space. Harry snapped his fingers in her face to bring her back to reality. "But it's okay! -They know me there!" she quickly replied as if nothing happened. Harry couldn't believe that this stunning girl he was talking to could be a psychic and be so normal. The only so-called psychic he knew acted like she was all-knowing. Julia could be as funny as Fred and George put together. "Holy shit, it's almost 8:00. We're not gonna have time for breakfast."
Harry looked at his watch. Sure enough, it was 7:50, and it took a few minutes to get to the Great Hall. "I guess we didn't notice everyone else heading down, huh," he commented. "Ah, well, I can introduce you to Ron and Hermione."
Julia bit her lip a little nervously. As she stood up, she noticed that she was considerably shorter than Harry. "I sorta met Hermione yesterday. . .I don't think she likes me very much."
"How could she not like you?" Julia went on to tell Harry about last night. He immediately wished he hadn't fallen asleep in his bed as soon as he got to the school last night. "I wouldn't worry yourself too much about it," he reassured her, "Hermione isn't the first to make friends with new people. Ya just hafta warm up to her a little bit. You'll see." As Harry and Julia sat down with Ron and Hermione, a murmur went up through the Griffindor boys. "Julia, this is Ron, and this is Hermione," Harry said as he introduced her to his friends."
Julia tried to start on a clean slate with Hermione and smiled. "Hey, Ron," she nodded, "Hermione."
"Hey, pleased to meet ya," replied Ron as his ears turned bright red.
Hermione wasn't about to answer, but then she saw the Look that Harry was giving her. She managed a stiff "'Morning," before going back to eating her eggs.
Without warning, a feathered torpedo zoomed over the Griffindor table, dropped a piece of paper at Julia's place, zipped around the room, and landed on the edge of the table next to Julia. As it munched on her bacon, Ron's mouth hung open. "Wh-what is that thing?" he stammered as he pointed at Arrow, who was showily preening his feathers as if the show he had just graced everyone with was no big deal.
"Oh, this is Arrow. He's my falcon. I'm a falconer in the US." As everyone in the roomed gawked at Arrow, who seemed to be loving the attention, Julia read the paper.
Your extra help class tonight will be Transfiguration, with Professor McGongall, in her classroom.
Julia sighed with relief. At least she knew what type of person McGongall was. Everyone else was a mystery. "What's that?" Ron inquired.
"Oh. It's just a note from Dumbledore wishing me luck and what-not," Julia lied. She didn't want anyone thinking she was a learning freak or anything.
History of Magic was fascinating for Julia. She had been a history ace in school, and the fact that it was taught by a ghost made it even more interesting, despite the fact that all he did was drone on and on about goblin rebellions and what-not. Julia decided to go sit in on a Transfiguration class so "she'd be somewhat prepared for the class." She had said that she had a feeling it'd be one of her worse subjects. As soon as she was out of earshot, Hermione started on Harry. "Harry, can you be any more OBVIOUS?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Harry, you were staring at Julia the entire class. I know it's boring, but blimey, you were near drooling over - "
"Don't YOU start, Ron. You were gaping at her, too." Ron started to say something, but before he could, Hermione went on. "It's all an illusion of some sort. She probably IS a witch who used a.a love potion of some sort. Even if she is a fortune teller, think of Professor (if she even is a professor) Trelawney. She's a fake, and so is she. Ugh. Men are so TYPICAL. All they care about is cleavage." And with that she left in a huff.
"Y'know," Harry grinned, "she looks like a pissed off chicken when she gets mad." The two boys were doubled up with laughter for a few minutes after that.
As they headed up to the Common Room, Ron couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "How'd ya land such a hottie!?"
"What?" Harry was thoroughly confused. "Uh. . .I said hi to her this morning before I put my glasses on, and then I realized that I didn't I didn't know her, and we started a conversation."
"I'll be in the library if you need me." Ron sped off to the library.
When Harry got to the Griffindor Common Room, Hermione noticed that Ron wasn't with him. "Where's Ron?"
"Looking for blinding spells."
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"Morning. . .waitasec. . .I don't recall seeing you before," he said as he put his glasses on. "No, you're definitely a new face." He reddened considerably as he saw how striking this stranger was.
"Oh, I'm the muggle-transfer student. . ." At this she blushed a little, as she remembered Professor McGongall's lack of trust at first meeting her. "I came in a little late yesterday."
The boy looked a tad confused. "A muggle-transfer? Is that even legal?"
Julia had no idea. She didn't want to get the same reaction from this guy that she got from Hermione. But he seemed so friendly. . ."Well. . .I found Hogwarts by accident and wrote a letter to Dumbledore, asking if I could apply so I could join the fight against Voldemort, I mean -" She had caught herself too late. She looked at the boy, who looked shocked. "I'm sorry, it's just that -"
"You are the only person that I've heard aside from Dumbledore and Sirius say his name. I'm impressed," he smiled, forgetting that the girl wasn't a witch at all. "My name's Harry. Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you."
The lighting-shaped scar on his forehead proved it. Julia couldn't believe that she had a crush on the Boy Who Lived. "So much for that; he probably already has a girlfriend and 12 more girls falling all over him," she sadly thought to herself. "I think I may have seen you before. . .oh, yeah! I saw you at the ice cream parlor yesterday! I should've said hi or something. . ."
Harry seemed genuinely interested in Julia. She was pretty, and she seemed like a nice person to boot. Plus she hadn't been kissing up to him due to his popularity. He hadn't recalled seeing her though. . ."Where were you at the ice cream parlor? I don't remember seeing you."
"I was sitting in the opposite corner of the room. . .you're back was to me," she quickly fibbed. Well, it was sort of the truth. . .
"Ah. I wouldn't know, so I'll take your word for it," he grinned.
Julia smiled. "You're a lot nicer than I thought you were going to be."
Harry didn't think that any muggle would be expecting to know anything about him. "You mean you've heard of me?"
"Of course! You're the Boy Who Lived, aren't you?"
Harry was still confused. How could a muggle know this? Unless. . . "Hey, are you a muggle from a wizarding family?"
Julia's face immediately changed. "I wouldn't know - I haven't heard from my parents in years," she replied quietly. She had been told that her parents had been killed in a car accident when she was four. She was sent to live with relatives, but they were ashamed of the fact that she was psychic and turned her away as soon as she turned 10. She had been on her own ever since.
Harry was immediately regretful of what he had asked. "I'm sorry. . .my parents died when I was young too. . ."
Julia managed a quick smile. "It's not your fault. No, I don't think they were. They were killed in a car crash when I was too young to remember anything."
"Then how did they allow you into Hogwarts?"
"Well. . ." Julia didn't know how to put this at all. "You may not believe me, but Dumbledore seemed to, and that's all that matters." She took a deep breath. "I'm a psychic," she said rather quickly. She looked at Harry to see if he believed her.
"Well," he started, unsure of what to say. "To be honest with you, I sort of believe you. You're not trying to be all mysterious or anything like the Divination teacher. She's a real dud. I mean, I'm not gonna drool all over you like I heard Lavender and Pavarti were. They're obsessed with that stuff."
"I really wouldn't want you to," she replied. "I don't do public predictions." The two laughed. "I just privately drift off into my own little world sometimes." Julia trailed off, staring into space. Harry snapped his fingers in her face to bring her back to reality. "But it's okay! -They know me there!" she quickly replied as if nothing happened. Harry couldn't believe that this stunning girl he was talking to could be a psychic and be so normal. The only so-called psychic he knew acted like she was all-knowing. Julia could be as funny as Fred and George put together. "Holy shit, it's almost 8:00. We're not gonna have time for breakfast."
Harry looked at his watch. Sure enough, it was 7:50, and it took a few minutes to get to the Great Hall. "I guess we didn't notice everyone else heading down, huh," he commented. "Ah, well, I can introduce you to Ron and Hermione."
Julia bit her lip a little nervously. As she stood up, she noticed that she was considerably shorter than Harry. "I sorta met Hermione yesterday. . .I don't think she likes me very much."
"How could she not like you?" Julia went on to tell Harry about last night. He immediately wished he hadn't fallen asleep in his bed as soon as he got to the school last night. "I wouldn't worry yourself too much about it," he reassured her, "Hermione isn't the first to make friends with new people. Ya just hafta warm up to her a little bit. You'll see." As Harry and Julia sat down with Ron and Hermione, a murmur went up through the Griffindor boys. "Julia, this is Ron, and this is Hermione," Harry said as he introduced her to his friends."
Julia tried to start on a clean slate with Hermione and smiled. "Hey, Ron," she nodded, "Hermione."
"Hey, pleased to meet ya," replied Ron as his ears turned bright red.
Hermione wasn't about to answer, but then she saw the Look that Harry was giving her. She managed a stiff "'Morning," before going back to eating her eggs.
Without warning, a feathered torpedo zoomed over the Griffindor table, dropped a piece of paper at Julia's place, zipped around the room, and landed on the edge of the table next to Julia. As it munched on her bacon, Ron's mouth hung open. "Wh-what is that thing?" he stammered as he pointed at Arrow, who was showily preening his feathers as if the show he had just graced everyone with was no big deal.
"Oh, this is Arrow. He's my falcon. I'm a falconer in the US." As everyone in the roomed gawked at Arrow, who seemed to be loving the attention, Julia read the paper.
Your extra help class tonight will be Transfiguration, with Professor McGongall, in her classroom.
Julia sighed with relief. At least she knew what type of person McGongall was. Everyone else was a mystery. "What's that?" Ron inquired.
"Oh. It's just a note from Dumbledore wishing me luck and what-not," Julia lied. She didn't want anyone thinking she was a learning freak or anything.
History of Magic was fascinating for Julia. She had been a history ace in school, and the fact that it was taught by a ghost made it even more interesting, despite the fact that all he did was drone on and on about goblin rebellions and what-not. Julia decided to go sit in on a Transfiguration class so "she'd be somewhat prepared for the class." She had said that she had a feeling it'd be one of her worse subjects. As soon as she was out of earshot, Hermione started on Harry. "Harry, can you be any more OBVIOUS?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Harry, you were staring at Julia the entire class. I know it's boring, but blimey, you were near drooling over - "
"Don't YOU start, Ron. You were gaping at her, too." Ron started to say something, but before he could, Hermione went on. "It's all an illusion of some sort. She probably IS a witch who used a.a love potion of some sort. Even if she is a fortune teller, think of Professor (if she even is a professor) Trelawney. She's a fake, and so is she. Ugh. Men are so TYPICAL. All they care about is cleavage." And with that she left in a huff.
"Y'know," Harry grinned, "she looks like a pissed off chicken when she gets mad." The two boys were doubled up with laughter for a few minutes after that.
As they headed up to the Common Room, Ron couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "How'd ya land such a hottie!?"
"What?" Harry was thoroughly confused. "Uh. . .I said hi to her this morning before I put my glasses on, and then I realized that I didn't I didn't know her, and we started a conversation."
"I'll be in the library if you need me." Ron sped off to the library.
When Harry got to the Griffindor Common Room, Hermione noticed that Ron wasn't with him. "Where's Ron?"
"Looking for blinding spells."
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