A/N: Yay! I feel so loved! I got 4 reviews! ^-^ I know that's not a lot for
some of you people but it's better than nothing! Anyway this chappy's
longer and has a little more info about the girl. Enjoy! ^___________^
"talking" 'thoughts' narration
Just in case. ^-^
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Chapter 5: Butter Knives
"Ron, what are you doing?" asked Hermione raising an eyebrow at him. To Hermione, it seemed that his head was bobbing up and down, left and right as if he was trying to get taller somehow. The thing is that he was already taller than most of the 5th years.
"Ron's trying to get a clear view of the entrance doors," answered Harry since his friend was a little busy.
"But why?" said Hermione looking at Ron even stranger than before.
"He wants to get a good look at that girl Seamus and Dean were talking about," said Harry but quickly regretted saying that because Hermione looked like she could kill, but didn't say anything and buried her head into her book which she had brought down from the train.
A couple of seconds later the doors of the Great Hall burst open and in poured in the soon-to-be first years with Professor McGonagall leading the way. All of them stopped in front of the three-legged stool with a ragged old hat perched on top, and the sorting began like every other year. Mrs. McGonagall unrolled a scroll of parchment and began reading.
"Peter Aldrin" said Mrs. McGonagall aloud and a boy with brown hair and freckles went up to sit on the stool. Ron tugged at Harry's sleeve.
"Where's the new girl?" asked Ron as he used his eyes to search into the crowd of 1st years.
"Rose Florence"
"I don't know," replied Harry as he shrugged his shoulders.
" Maybe there isn't a new girl...Seamus is a dead man standing!" said Ron threatingly and a little too loud, causing some heads to turn toward his direction.
"Ron!" whispered Hermione and at the same time giving him a death glare, "Be quiet! Mrs. McGonagall could have heard you!"
"Sheesh! Sorry," said Ron and rolled his eyes and turned to Harry, " I swear, Hermione's related to Mrs. McGonagall or something."
Harry stifled a laugh as he watched Michael Mower got sorted. He saw Ron, once again, stare at the doors but this time with great concentration as if he was trying to make the girl appear.
The Sorting Hat was placed on one person after another and made Ron less patient than he already was.
The sorting ended with "Chris Walter" who ended up in Ravenclaw. By this time, Ron was really ticked and was glaring at Seamus, who was looking around for something or someone, while gripping a butter knife in his hand. Harry saw this and pried the knife from his hand. Don't give anyone sharp things when they're angry.
"Hey!"
Harry gave him a what-are-you-doing-with-this-knife look.
"What?" asked Ron trying to look innocent, "I wasn't gonna do anything with it."
"Right..." said Harry and both dropped the subject as Dumbledore stood up to say a few words. He barely said a word when the Great Hall's doors burst open once more and in came in a young girl of fifteen dressed in a Hogwarts uniform escorted by a middle aged man in sapphire blue robes. Harry noticed this was the girl they saw earlier and turned to Ron to tell him, but he was already staring at the bond-haired girl as she walked down between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. It was now that Harry took notice of the man walking with the girl. He elbowed Ron in the ribs.
"Ron, it's Lupin!"
Ron snapped back from his gaze, "What? Where?" said Ron and began frantically looking for him. Harry tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ron, he's right next to the girl," said Harry pointing to her direction.
"Oh."
Both walked up to the table Dumbledore was at.
"Everyone, welcome back to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore and turned to the two people in front of him, "Some of you may remember Remus Lupin from two years ago and he will once again be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
A loud applause erupted from the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw table but not much from Slytherin. Harry could see Malfoy, along with his two idiots, sitting down, but instead of mad, he seemed to be staring, staring at the new girl! This is gonna get ugly.
Once the applause died down Dumbledore spoke again.
"The fifth years also have a new student this year as well," started Dumbledore. Harry heard a faint 'yes' from Ron.
I would like you all to welcome Claire Moon who has just transferred from a school in France. Ms. Moon, if you would sit down please," said Dumbledore gesturing toward the three-legged stool.
Claire took the hat, sat down, and placed the ragged old hat on her head.
'Well now...I was wondering when I would see you,' said the hat. Claire smiled lightly.
'Now lets see..hmm..very intelligent, advanced in magic, very adventurous, you remind me a lot like Elizabeth Dumbledore,' Claire smirked, recognizing her mother's maiden name, 'lots of courage, interesting..protective of your friends..I know just the place.' Claire gripped the sides of her chair lightly. "Gryffindor!"
Once again a loud applause broke out from the Gryffindor table and lots of whistles from the boys as well. Claire smiled as she made her way toward the table and sat at the empty space next to Hermione, who scooted over to give her some room.
"Now that the sorting is over," said Dumbledore over the applause, "Enjoy the feast!"
The gold plates almost immediately filled up with foods with practically anything that they could imagine.
"Finally!" replied Ron as he began to stuff his face with anything he could get his hands on.
"So is it true that you came from the Beauxbatons Academy?" asked Hermione to Claire. She seemed to be trying to know her better, despite Ron's liking to her.
"My parents allowed me to go to this school since I wanted to go to something less fancy," replied Claire while she ate her fried rice, "This way I get to meet less. ..snobbish people."
"So you didn't like your old school?" asked Ron who was across from Hermione.
"It was okay," replied Claire trying not to give her old school a too bad of a name, "but the people there care too much about who has the most money and not getting dirty. Things like that."
"That place must be a way bigger, and fancier version of Hogwarts," said Harry across from Claire.
"It is but you get in trouble for little things," said Claire, "It's almost stupid really."
When they were done with their dinner, the chickens, soups, and rices disappeared and instead desserts like tarts, cupcakes, pudding, and other sweets appeared on the gold plates.
"I'm Hermione by the way," said Hermione introducing herself, "The red head you were talking to is Ron, and the one with the glasses, Harry."
"Nice to meet you all," greeted Claire as she smiled. Ron blushed and Harry just smirked at his friend.
"Do any of you play Quidditch?" asked Claire and took a bite out of her tart.
"We play it but I'm not on the team-yet," replied Ron as he stuffed an entire cupcake into his mouth, " 'arry pays a uh 'eeker doe. Oofs, 'orry 'ermione."
Ron had just spit cupcake bits on Hermione's face and was calmly cleaning them off. Claire giggled slightly, "What did he say?"
"He just said that I play as a seeker on our team," replied Harry as Ron began to pound on his chest to swallow the cupcake in his mouth. "Ron, you okay?"
Ron swallowed. "Ah, that's a good cupcake," said Ron and patted his stomach.
"So Hogwarts has his own team?" asked Claire with interest.
"No, but every house does," said Ron as he took a bit out of a tart, "Harry's the seeker for the Gryffindor team."
"So who won last year?" asked Claire turning to Harry.
"We didn't have Quidditch last year, but the year before, Gryffindor won," replied Harry as he too took a bite out a treacle tart, "We had that Triwizards Tournament last year."
"Oh I remember! My cousin Fleur Delacour was in it from the Beauxbatons," said Claire. Ron spit out his pumpkin juice all over Hermione.
"Ron.." Said Hermione whose face was wet with pumpkin juice. She seemed to be trying to stay calm.
"Yeah?" said Ron who seemed to be a little scared.
"You are so dead!" screeched Hermione as she reached across the table to grab his neck.
"Oh shit," cursed Ron as he pulled Harry in front of him. Claire seemed to be restraining Hermione from getting any further.
"Claire let me go!" said Hermione as she struggled to get a hold of Ron.
"Hermione, you've got to calm down!" said Claire as she pulled her back into her seat.
"Ron when I get my hands on you." threatened Hermione who was glaring at Ron who was peeking from on top of Harry's shoulders and looked utterly scared.
Claire began to rummage into her robes and pulled out a wand.
"What are you doing?" asked Harry who had been released from Ron's grip. Hermione was too busy glaring at Ron to notice a wand was pointing at her.
"Cleaning her up," she said as she flicked her wand and muttered a spell under her breath. There was a light from her wand and Hermione found herself pumpkin juice free.
"The Cleaning Charm right?" asked Hermione as Claire placed her wand back into her robes.
"Yup. Learned it from my mum," Claire said and turned to speak to Ron, "What was that all about?"
"The pumpkin juice thing?" asked Ron and Hermione began to glare at him again.
"Yeah, that," replied Claire, "You know her?"
"You could say that," said Ron as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Claire looked questioningly at Harry.
"Long story," said Harry as he patted Ron on the shoulder sympathetically.
All of a sudden the sweets disappeared from the gold plates leaving them empty and clean as before. Everyone quickly got quiet as Dumbledore stood up to say a few words.
"I would like to make a few announcements before you head off to your dormitories," started Dumbledore, "Mr. Filch has added a bit more items not allowed to use in the halls on to the list he already has." Dumbledore's beard slightly twitched.
"As usual, the Forbidden Forest is strictly off limits to any one," said Dumbledore more seriously, "Especially with Voldemort around."
There were some gasps from some people and others looked around as if You-Know-Who was watching them.
"Because of certain circumstances," raising his voice slightly, "Most of your subject will mostly include magic or potions to help you defend yourself, just in case."
"This years schedule will be the same as the years before. Needless to say the Triwizards Tournament has been cancelled due to a few incidents before, and Quidditch is back into session."
A loud applause broke out from each house.
"I insist you all have a good nights sleep," said Dumbledore, "Prefects, if you would kindly lead your houses to their dormitories."
"Gryffindors, follow me," said a perfect as the Gryffindor table stood and up and followed him out the Great Hall doors.
They walked up a flight of stairs and even more flights of stairs and ended up in font of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" asked the portrait.
"Phoenix," said the Prefect and the portrait swung open. They walked into the Common room with the fire lit illuminating the gold-red room.
"Claire, I'll show you where our dormitory is," said Hermione as she led the way up the stairs into the girl's dormitory, "Night Ron."
Night Harry," said Claire as she followed Hermione up the stairs. Harry turned to Ron.
"I think she forgot about the pumpkin juice," said Harry.
"Thank God for that!" replied Ron as he and Ron climbed up the steps to their dormitories. When they got into their dormitories they changed into their pajamas and climbed into their beds.
"Doesn't Claire remind you of Fleur?" asked Ron sleepily.
"Yeah," said Harry as he snuggled into the covers, "That's probably why you fancy her."
After he said those words, something soft hit his face.
"I don't like her!" insisted Ron from under the covers.
"Sure, Ron," said Harry as he yawned, "Oh, and thanks for the pillow."
"Give me my pillow!" screamed Ron suddenly sitting up.
"Shut it, Ron!" everyone said and he was suddenly hit with pillows from different directions. A faint 'thanks' could be heard from under the pile of pillows and everyone fell asleep with Neville snoring.
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A/N: I told you guys it would be longer! *rotten tomato hits her* Okay..who threw that! *everyone looks around*
R&R ^-^
"talking" 'thoughts' narration
Just in case. ^-^
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Chapter 5: Butter Knives
"Ron, what are you doing?" asked Hermione raising an eyebrow at him. To Hermione, it seemed that his head was bobbing up and down, left and right as if he was trying to get taller somehow. The thing is that he was already taller than most of the 5th years.
"Ron's trying to get a clear view of the entrance doors," answered Harry since his friend was a little busy.
"But why?" said Hermione looking at Ron even stranger than before.
"He wants to get a good look at that girl Seamus and Dean were talking about," said Harry but quickly regretted saying that because Hermione looked like she could kill, but didn't say anything and buried her head into her book which she had brought down from the train.
A couple of seconds later the doors of the Great Hall burst open and in poured in the soon-to-be first years with Professor McGonagall leading the way. All of them stopped in front of the three-legged stool with a ragged old hat perched on top, and the sorting began like every other year. Mrs. McGonagall unrolled a scroll of parchment and began reading.
"Peter Aldrin" said Mrs. McGonagall aloud and a boy with brown hair and freckles went up to sit on the stool. Ron tugged at Harry's sleeve.
"Where's the new girl?" asked Ron as he used his eyes to search into the crowd of 1st years.
"Rose Florence"
"I don't know," replied Harry as he shrugged his shoulders.
" Maybe there isn't a new girl...Seamus is a dead man standing!" said Ron threatingly and a little too loud, causing some heads to turn toward his direction.
"Ron!" whispered Hermione and at the same time giving him a death glare, "Be quiet! Mrs. McGonagall could have heard you!"
"Sheesh! Sorry," said Ron and rolled his eyes and turned to Harry, " I swear, Hermione's related to Mrs. McGonagall or something."
Harry stifled a laugh as he watched Michael Mower got sorted. He saw Ron, once again, stare at the doors but this time with great concentration as if he was trying to make the girl appear.
The Sorting Hat was placed on one person after another and made Ron less patient than he already was.
The sorting ended with "Chris Walter" who ended up in Ravenclaw. By this time, Ron was really ticked and was glaring at Seamus, who was looking around for something or someone, while gripping a butter knife in his hand. Harry saw this and pried the knife from his hand. Don't give anyone sharp things when they're angry.
"Hey!"
Harry gave him a what-are-you-doing-with-this-knife look.
"What?" asked Ron trying to look innocent, "I wasn't gonna do anything with it."
"Right..." said Harry and both dropped the subject as Dumbledore stood up to say a few words. He barely said a word when the Great Hall's doors burst open once more and in came in a young girl of fifteen dressed in a Hogwarts uniform escorted by a middle aged man in sapphire blue robes. Harry noticed this was the girl they saw earlier and turned to Ron to tell him, but he was already staring at the bond-haired girl as she walked down between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. It was now that Harry took notice of the man walking with the girl. He elbowed Ron in the ribs.
"Ron, it's Lupin!"
Ron snapped back from his gaze, "What? Where?" said Ron and began frantically looking for him. Harry tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ron, he's right next to the girl," said Harry pointing to her direction.
"Oh."
Both walked up to the table Dumbledore was at.
"Everyone, welcome back to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore and turned to the two people in front of him, "Some of you may remember Remus Lupin from two years ago and he will once again be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
A loud applause erupted from the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw table but not much from Slytherin. Harry could see Malfoy, along with his two idiots, sitting down, but instead of mad, he seemed to be staring, staring at the new girl! This is gonna get ugly.
Once the applause died down Dumbledore spoke again.
"The fifth years also have a new student this year as well," started Dumbledore. Harry heard a faint 'yes' from Ron.
I would like you all to welcome Claire Moon who has just transferred from a school in France. Ms. Moon, if you would sit down please," said Dumbledore gesturing toward the three-legged stool.
Claire took the hat, sat down, and placed the ragged old hat on her head.
'Well now...I was wondering when I would see you,' said the hat. Claire smiled lightly.
'Now lets see..hmm..very intelligent, advanced in magic, very adventurous, you remind me a lot like Elizabeth Dumbledore,' Claire smirked, recognizing her mother's maiden name, 'lots of courage, interesting..protective of your friends..I know just the place.' Claire gripped the sides of her chair lightly. "Gryffindor!"
Once again a loud applause broke out from the Gryffindor table and lots of whistles from the boys as well. Claire smiled as she made her way toward the table and sat at the empty space next to Hermione, who scooted over to give her some room.
"Now that the sorting is over," said Dumbledore over the applause, "Enjoy the feast!"
The gold plates almost immediately filled up with foods with practically anything that they could imagine.
"Finally!" replied Ron as he began to stuff his face with anything he could get his hands on.
"So is it true that you came from the Beauxbatons Academy?" asked Hermione to Claire. She seemed to be trying to know her better, despite Ron's liking to her.
"My parents allowed me to go to this school since I wanted to go to something less fancy," replied Claire while she ate her fried rice, "This way I get to meet less. ..snobbish people."
"So you didn't like your old school?" asked Ron who was across from Hermione.
"It was okay," replied Claire trying not to give her old school a too bad of a name, "but the people there care too much about who has the most money and not getting dirty. Things like that."
"That place must be a way bigger, and fancier version of Hogwarts," said Harry across from Claire.
"It is but you get in trouble for little things," said Claire, "It's almost stupid really."
When they were done with their dinner, the chickens, soups, and rices disappeared and instead desserts like tarts, cupcakes, pudding, and other sweets appeared on the gold plates.
"I'm Hermione by the way," said Hermione introducing herself, "The red head you were talking to is Ron, and the one with the glasses, Harry."
"Nice to meet you all," greeted Claire as she smiled. Ron blushed and Harry just smirked at his friend.
"Do any of you play Quidditch?" asked Claire and took a bite out of her tart.
"We play it but I'm not on the team-yet," replied Ron as he stuffed an entire cupcake into his mouth, " 'arry pays a uh 'eeker doe. Oofs, 'orry 'ermione."
Ron had just spit cupcake bits on Hermione's face and was calmly cleaning them off. Claire giggled slightly, "What did he say?"
"He just said that I play as a seeker on our team," replied Harry as Ron began to pound on his chest to swallow the cupcake in his mouth. "Ron, you okay?"
Ron swallowed. "Ah, that's a good cupcake," said Ron and patted his stomach.
"So Hogwarts has his own team?" asked Claire with interest.
"No, but every house does," said Ron as he took a bit out of a tart, "Harry's the seeker for the Gryffindor team."
"So who won last year?" asked Claire turning to Harry.
"We didn't have Quidditch last year, but the year before, Gryffindor won," replied Harry as he too took a bite out a treacle tart, "We had that Triwizards Tournament last year."
"Oh I remember! My cousin Fleur Delacour was in it from the Beauxbatons," said Claire. Ron spit out his pumpkin juice all over Hermione.
"Ron.." Said Hermione whose face was wet with pumpkin juice. She seemed to be trying to stay calm.
"Yeah?" said Ron who seemed to be a little scared.
"You are so dead!" screeched Hermione as she reached across the table to grab his neck.
"Oh shit," cursed Ron as he pulled Harry in front of him. Claire seemed to be restraining Hermione from getting any further.
"Claire let me go!" said Hermione as she struggled to get a hold of Ron.
"Hermione, you've got to calm down!" said Claire as she pulled her back into her seat.
"Ron when I get my hands on you." threatened Hermione who was glaring at Ron who was peeking from on top of Harry's shoulders and looked utterly scared.
Claire began to rummage into her robes and pulled out a wand.
"What are you doing?" asked Harry who had been released from Ron's grip. Hermione was too busy glaring at Ron to notice a wand was pointing at her.
"Cleaning her up," she said as she flicked her wand and muttered a spell under her breath. There was a light from her wand and Hermione found herself pumpkin juice free.
"The Cleaning Charm right?" asked Hermione as Claire placed her wand back into her robes.
"Yup. Learned it from my mum," Claire said and turned to speak to Ron, "What was that all about?"
"The pumpkin juice thing?" asked Ron and Hermione began to glare at him again.
"Yeah, that," replied Claire, "You know her?"
"You could say that," said Ron as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Claire looked questioningly at Harry.
"Long story," said Harry as he patted Ron on the shoulder sympathetically.
All of a sudden the sweets disappeared from the gold plates leaving them empty and clean as before. Everyone quickly got quiet as Dumbledore stood up to say a few words.
"I would like to make a few announcements before you head off to your dormitories," started Dumbledore, "Mr. Filch has added a bit more items not allowed to use in the halls on to the list he already has." Dumbledore's beard slightly twitched.
"As usual, the Forbidden Forest is strictly off limits to any one," said Dumbledore more seriously, "Especially with Voldemort around."
There were some gasps from some people and others looked around as if You-Know-Who was watching them.
"Because of certain circumstances," raising his voice slightly, "Most of your subject will mostly include magic or potions to help you defend yourself, just in case."
"This years schedule will be the same as the years before. Needless to say the Triwizards Tournament has been cancelled due to a few incidents before, and Quidditch is back into session."
A loud applause broke out from each house.
"I insist you all have a good nights sleep," said Dumbledore, "Prefects, if you would kindly lead your houses to their dormitories."
"Gryffindors, follow me," said a perfect as the Gryffindor table stood and up and followed him out the Great Hall doors.
They walked up a flight of stairs and even more flights of stairs and ended up in font of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" asked the portrait.
"Phoenix," said the Prefect and the portrait swung open. They walked into the Common room with the fire lit illuminating the gold-red room.
"Claire, I'll show you where our dormitory is," said Hermione as she led the way up the stairs into the girl's dormitory, "Night Ron."
Night Harry," said Claire as she followed Hermione up the stairs. Harry turned to Ron.
"I think she forgot about the pumpkin juice," said Harry.
"Thank God for that!" replied Ron as he and Ron climbed up the steps to their dormitories. When they got into their dormitories they changed into their pajamas and climbed into their beds.
"Doesn't Claire remind you of Fleur?" asked Ron sleepily.
"Yeah," said Harry as he snuggled into the covers, "That's probably why you fancy her."
After he said those words, something soft hit his face.
"I don't like her!" insisted Ron from under the covers.
"Sure, Ron," said Harry as he yawned, "Oh, and thanks for the pillow."
"Give me my pillow!" screamed Ron suddenly sitting up.
"Shut it, Ron!" everyone said and he was suddenly hit with pillows from different directions. A faint 'thanks' could be heard from under the pile of pillows and everyone fell asleep with Neville snoring.
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A/N: I told you guys it would be longer! *rotten tomato hits her* Okay..who threw that! *everyone looks around*
R&R ^-^