Chapter Two - A New Student
"I wish they would hurry up!", Ron said, looking at the first years who were being sorted very slowly.
"You said that EVERY year, Ron. Just be patient.", Hermione complained, obviously still a bit upset from the incident back in the Hogwarts Express. "But I 'm STARVING.", protested the red head, eyeing the golden plates and goblets longingly.
"Silvier Chesher!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"George Stansor!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Dean wyer!"
"Slytherin!"
Ron's face twisted in disgust at the mention of the house name.
"And finally FOR the first year, Ronald O ' Sutherland!"
"Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table erupted in craze.
"For the first year? What is that suppose to mean? There's more?", Ron cried out in disbelieve. "Yes, according to Professor Snape. There's more, just ONE more.", Harry jumped up in surprise and saw that the sudden voice belonged to Nearly Headless Nick.
"You'll know in just about ----- now.", Nearly Headless Nick added before Harry could ask more.
Everyone's head turned around as the Great Hall's door swung open, revealing a huge shadow which was unmistakably Hagrid. But Hagrid wasn't alone. Beside him stood the most beautiful girl Harry's ever seen. She had jet black hair with dark brown almond eyes and full lips. She wasn't pretty as in gorgeous, she was beautiful as in a special kind of elegance that shown in her attitude.
"Shut that opened mouth of yours and cut that doggy look in your eyes. Malfoy is looking at you, dumbo.", Hermione whispered hastily as Hagrid and the new girl passed their table. Harry snapped back to reality and sent a piercing look towards the Slytherin table. He then set his gaze upon Dumbledore.
The headmaster clinked his golden goblet of pumpkin juice and stood up.
"He better explain this one nicely.", Ron threatened silently, trying to ignore the continuous rumbling in his stomach.
"I know this is a surprise for you all as for many years, Hogwarts has never excepted new students from any other years except of course, first years." Dumbledore smiled kindly at the first years. "But obviously this year is different so would you please give a warm welcome applause for our new student here before she gets sorted out in her house. Everyone clapped obediently. Some boys were still gawking at the new girl.
"I'm sure you would all like to know our new student's name. Would you mind to introduce yourself to your new school?", Dumbledore asked the girl and gave her a supportive nod. She took a deep breath.
"What's taking so long It's only a name!", Ron whispered irritably.
"My name is - Daniella Capricona."
A hush fell upon the Great Hall. Suddenly a students voice broke the silence, "It's her." With that, everybody all started to talk at once.
"I am a fifth year." But the words were drowned by the commotion.
Professor McGonagall summoned Daniella to the sorting hat. Everyone went quiet. She put it on gingerly, fiddling with her hair nervously. When, what feels like an hour passed, the sorting hat opened its mouth.
"S-l-y-t-h-e-r-i-n!" the sorting hat called out. The Slytherin table erupted in awkward cheers while Daniella made her way towards them.
Clink, clink. Dumbledore stood up again. Again, silence filled up the Hall. "Finally, let the feast begin!"
"Yeah!", was Ron's reply.
"What was that for?", was Harry reply.
"Harry," Hermione shook her head, "don't you ever read Hogwarts: A History?"
"Nope. What does that have to do with everyone going crazy when they heard her name?"
"Harry, in the wizard world, people with the same last name are related in some way. For example, if there's a rich and noble wizard walking on the street by the name of Richard Weasley, Ron is somehow related to him."
"Oh, shut up! I know I'm poor." Ron bellowed, even though he really didn't care as he was too busy wolfing down chicken wings and pumpkin juice at once.
"That's not what I'm trying to say, Ron. Anyway, a long time ago, there was a very powerful muggle-born witch. She was an only child, and her mother, father, grandfather, grandmother and so on were all only children."
"So basically her whole generation is made up of only children." Harry concluded from what Hermione told him so far.
"Yes. At her time, you-know-who was around. One day, when she was walking to work, she was attacked by an extremely powerful wizard and was killed. People assumed that you-know-who killed her as there was a message written in blood. I forgot what it said but it proved that it was you-know-who."
Ron and Harry exchanged a surprised look because Hermione nearly never forgets anything, especially not to do with studying. Ron quickly returned back to his food as he caught a warning glance from Hermione.
"So she died. But so many people died because of V-v- you-know-who and how is this related to the girl?" Harry asked.
"I haven't finish telling you. That witch's name was Daniella Capricona."
"I 'm totally lost here. Her husband might of married somebody else and they had a child and -"
"And the father might've named the baby after his first wife." Ron finished the sentence for Harry.
"Exactly!"
"No, Harry. That's not right. Daniella wasn't married."
"But how the ---" Harry and Ron looked from the new girl to Hermione in confusion.
"That's what everybody's talking about. The Daniella here at the Slytherin table is theoretically not suppose to exist."
"I wish they would hurry up!", Ron said, looking at the first years who were being sorted very slowly.
"You said that EVERY year, Ron. Just be patient.", Hermione complained, obviously still a bit upset from the incident back in the Hogwarts Express. "But I 'm STARVING.", protested the red head, eyeing the golden plates and goblets longingly.
"Silvier Chesher!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"George Stansor!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Dean wyer!"
"Slytherin!"
Ron's face twisted in disgust at the mention of the house name.
"And finally FOR the first year, Ronald O ' Sutherland!"
"Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table erupted in craze.
"For the first year? What is that suppose to mean? There's more?", Ron cried out in disbelieve. "Yes, according to Professor Snape. There's more, just ONE more.", Harry jumped up in surprise and saw that the sudden voice belonged to Nearly Headless Nick.
"You'll know in just about ----- now.", Nearly Headless Nick added before Harry could ask more.
Everyone's head turned around as the Great Hall's door swung open, revealing a huge shadow which was unmistakably Hagrid. But Hagrid wasn't alone. Beside him stood the most beautiful girl Harry's ever seen. She had jet black hair with dark brown almond eyes and full lips. She wasn't pretty as in gorgeous, she was beautiful as in a special kind of elegance that shown in her attitude.
"Shut that opened mouth of yours and cut that doggy look in your eyes. Malfoy is looking at you, dumbo.", Hermione whispered hastily as Hagrid and the new girl passed their table. Harry snapped back to reality and sent a piercing look towards the Slytherin table. He then set his gaze upon Dumbledore.
The headmaster clinked his golden goblet of pumpkin juice and stood up.
"He better explain this one nicely.", Ron threatened silently, trying to ignore the continuous rumbling in his stomach.
"I know this is a surprise for you all as for many years, Hogwarts has never excepted new students from any other years except of course, first years." Dumbledore smiled kindly at the first years. "But obviously this year is different so would you please give a warm welcome applause for our new student here before she gets sorted out in her house. Everyone clapped obediently. Some boys were still gawking at the new girl.
"I'm sure you would all like to know our new student's name. Would you mind to introduce yourself to your new school?", Dumbledore asked the girl and gave her a supportive nod. She took a deep breath.
"What's taking so long It's only a name!", Ron whispered irritably.
"My name is - Daniella Capricona."
A hush fell upon the Great Hall. Suddenly a students voice broke the silence, "It's her." With that, everybody all started to talk at once.
"I am a fifth year." But the words were drowned by the commotion.
Professor McGonagall summoned Daniella to the sorting hat. Everyone went quiet. She put it on gingerly, fiddling with her hair nervously. When, what feels like an hour passed, the sorting hat opened its mouth.
"S-l-y-t-h-e-r-i-n!" the sorting hat called out. The Slytherin table erupted in awkward cheers while Daniella made her way towards them.
Clink, clink. Dumbledore stood up again. Again, silence filled up the Hall. "Finally, let the feast begin!"
"Yeah!", was Ron's reply.
"What was that for?", was Harry reply.
"Harry," Hermione shook her head, "don't you ever read Hogwarts: A History?"
"Nope. What does that have to do with everyone going crazy when they heard her name?"
"Harry, in the wizard world, people with the same last name are related in some way. For example, if there's a rich and noble wizard walking on the street by the name of Richard Weasley, Ron is somehow related to him."
"Oh, shut up! I know I'm poor." Ron bellowed, even though he really didn't care as he was too busy wolfing down chicken wings and pumpkin juice at once.
"That's not what I'm trying to say, Ron. Anyway, a long time ago, there was a very powerful muggle-born witch. She was an only child, and her mother, father, grandfather, grandmother and so on were all only children."
"So basically her whole generation is made up of only children." Harry concluded from what Hermione told him so far.
"Yes. At her time, you-know-who was around. One day, when she was walking to work, she was attacked by an extremely powerful wizard and was killed. People assumed that you-know-who killed her as there was a message written in blood. I forgot what it said but it proved that it was you-know-who."
Ron and Harry exchanged a surprised look because Hermione nearly never forgets anything, especially not to do with studying. Ron quickly returned back to his food as he caught a warning glance from Hermione.
"So she died. But so many people died because of V-v- you-know-who and how is this related to the girl?" Harry asked.
"I haven't finish telling you. That witch's name was Daniella Capricona."
"I 'm totally lost here. Her husband might of married somebody else and they had a child and -"
"And the father might've named the baby after his first wife." Ron finished the sentence for Harry.
"Exactly!"
"No, Harry. That's not right. Daniella wasn't married."
"But how the ---" Harry and Ron looked from the new girl to Hermione in confusion.
"That's what everybody's talking about. The Daniella here at the Slytherin table is theoretically not suppose to exist."