Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, "Anything but Ordinary" belongs to
Avril Lavigne, Samantha DOES belong to me. Be gentle if you want to play
with her. . . hehehe.
Seriously. . . I need some serious feedback, cuz I don't know whether or
not to continue this lil saga of mine. If you think it's bad, stop me now
so I can write something else! Thanks in advance for the feedback! Enjoy
part three!
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Anything but Ordinary, Part 3
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Samantha strode into the Great Hall the next morning wearing robes of a brilliant blue, her hair cascading down her back. "Good morning, Hermione," she said as she passed her sister at the Gryffindor table.
"Morning, Sam," she smiled. "I heard you were escorting us to Hogsmeade today."
"Yes, Dumbledore asked me to tag along today. Why do you need to go back to Hogsmeade?"
Harry spoke up as he helped himself to some toast, "My Godfather is arriving this afternoon, and I thought I would meet him there."
"Well, I have lessons until four this afternoon. I can meet you all in the entrance hall at four thirty?"
Harry, Ron and Hermione all nodded. Samantha smiled and continued her way to the head table, only to be stopped at the Ravenclaw table. She chatted with some of the students, shaking hands and introducing herself.
Professor McGonagall entered the Hall and began passing out schedules to the students. "I thought this was going to be the year!" Ron moaned. "I thought 'maybe this year we won't have any lessons with Slytherin!' But no! We have all of our lessons with Slytherin!"
Hermione laughed, "Yes, but what can we do?"
"Jinx them?" Harry suggested, and Ron nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh you two are impossible!" Hermione chided as she stood and made her way out of the hall to her first lesson, Charms.
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The sixth year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin sat in the dusty classroom where they had their charms lessons. They were quietly chatting with each other, until Draco Malfoy opened his mouth to comment on their new professor. "So, Granger has a sister," he drawled.
"Don't start," Ron warned him.
"Why not? I personally don't think this class will be very fair. Grangers gets all the suck-up points as it is! Her sister will give her even more," he pointed out. Other Slytherins began to agree. "Not to mention that their both mud--"
All of the Gryffindors leapt to their feet shouting before Malfoy could finish the profanity. Suddenly the doors swung open, "Aprirei sipario!" The shades in the room flung open and the rising sun blinded the room. Several students groaned and most covered their eyes. "That's enough of that. Argomentare," the shades lowered at Professor Granger's wave of her wand. "Now, on with business."
The class settled down and took their seats. Samantha continued to stand by the door. "This will just never do," she mumbled. With a wave of her wand and a mumbled incantation, the podium that Professor Flitwick used to stand upon transfigured into a cherry wood desk and chair. She enchanted the shades again to allow sunlight to warm the room. Once the room was rearranged and Samantha was satisfied, she strode to the front of the class, her cloak and robes breezing behind her. "Good morning class," she said, turning to them, her robes swishing around her feet. "I'm Professor Granger, and this is level seven of Charms and Spells."
"No kidding," Malfoy muttered.
"Could you speak up please?" Samantha turned to him. She removed her cloak and it disappeared from her arms.
"No, I can't," Malfoy told her.
"Five points from Slytherin for disobeying a professor," she said. Harry and Ron snickered and smirked at Malfoy.
"Anyone else wish to join Mr. Malfoy's opinion of this class?" No one spoke. "All right then, I guess I should tell you all a little about myself, so none of you feel the same way as Mr. Malfoy," Samantha looked over at him, but he looked away. Samantha briefly told the class about her training in America and her being asked to teach at Hogwarts as a personal favor to Professor Dumbledore. "It was either this or teaching in America. I felt it was time to come home," she said smiling.
Hermione smiled up at her sister. "So, let's get started. Who can tell me where you left off last year?"
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Ron came running up to Harry and Hermione as they headed for the entrance hall later that afternoon. "My wand is acting up again. I think Pig jumped on it again," he moaned.
"Take it McGonagall, she'll help," Hermione suggested.
"I'm surprised you didn't suggest he take it to your sister," said a droll voice.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said, turning around.
"Why? We all know how this term is going to go. Hermione answers all the questions, Slytherin loses all the points. wait till my father hears who's teaching charms and spells," Malfoy informed them. Crabbe and Goyle nodded in reply.
"Oh, like Snape doesn't favor you," Ron pointed out.
"Well, at least he doesn't favor the mudbloods," Malfoy spat, turning back to Hermione.
Hermione whipped out her wand, but, as once before, Ron beat her to it. "Pertrificus Totalus!" He yelled.
But Malfoy had shouted the same incantation at the exact same time. Both of them froze and fell flat on their backs with sickening thuds. "Oh, no," Hermione moaned.
"What is going on?" A shrill voice exclaimed. Professor McGonagall came bustling down the hallway. "Oh my goodness! What is the meaning of this?" She demanded.
"Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood and they hexed each other at the same time," Harry summed up.
"Well, don't expect to see either of them for awhile," she told the four standing students, as she summoned two stretchers. "I'm taking them to the hospital wing then dragging them to detention!" McGonagall floated them down the hallway as she followed the two frozen young men.
"Come on," Hermione said to Harry, "we have to meet my sister."
In the entrance hall to Hogwarts, Samantha stood waiting for her companions. "There you are," she exclaimed. "Where have you been?"
"Ron got in a fight with Draco Malfoy. He's not going to be joining us," Hermione told her.
"Oh, that's too bad," Samantha said, sincerely. She summoned her cloak and fastened it around her shoulders. "OK, let's head out." Waiting outside was a white horseless carriage. They quickly moved off the grounds and into the town of Hogsmeade.
"When I lived in Salem, there was a little village outside of the grounds that students used to visit on the weekends. This reminds me so much of it. Brings back so many good memories," Samantha observed out loud as they stepped outside into the fresh air.
"Do you ever wish you had stayed in London?" Hermione asked her sister
"Sometimes, but only because I missed Mum, Dad, and you. I don't regret going to school in America. Those were the best years of my life," Samantha smiled. "Who are we looking for?"
"My godfather, Sirius Black," Harry informed her, as he craned his neck, looking for his godfather. "I'm assuming that he was going to aparate into Hogsmeade."
"Maybe he's in the Three Broomsticks," Hermione suggested.
"You just want a Butterbeer," Harry teased.
"A what?" Samantha asked.
"Oh my gosh! You don't know what butterbeer is?" Harry looked at her strangely. Samantha smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "And you call yourself a witch!"
"Come on," Hermione took her hand and lead the way to the small tavern on the edge of town. "I'll get us some butterbeers. You don't know what you've been missing," Hermione told her.
Harry and Samantha found a table in a corner and sat down. "So. . ." Samantha said, breaking the awkward silence.
"I think it's great that you're teaching here. You have a great talent for Charms," Harry complimented Samantha.
"Yeah, you're just saying that because you like my sister," Samantha teased.
"What?" Harry asked, but was blushing.
"It's quite obvious, Mr. Potter. And I think it's simply adorable. My sister is very lucky to have a friend like you. She would be very lucky if you were something more to her as well," she told him.
Before Harry could answer, Hermione returned with the drinks. "Here's to a successful final year at Hogwarts," Hermione toasted.
"And here's to Mr. Weasley not getting anymore detentions," Samantha added. She sipped her drink and smiled, "You're right, this is very good."
They talked about their lives in the wizarding world, and Harry's not so wonderful summers with his relatives, the Dursleys. He told her about Sirius and how he had been living with his godfather since Dumbledore helped get his name cleared. "Speaking of Sirius, I'm going to go look for him. Want to come Hermione?"
Hermione looked to her sister. "Go ahead, I'm going to get another drink." Hermione smiled and followed Harry out of the tavern. Samantha headed for the bar with their empty mugs, when she accidentally crashed into a man who was walking towards her. "I'm so sorry," she apologized.
"No, no. It was entirely my fault," he smiled. "Here, let me," he took the mugs and set them down on the bar. "Can I offer to buy you something a little more potent?" He asked, casting a charming smile in her direction."
"Oh, I don't think Albus Dumbledore would appreciate the fact that I was drinking while in the care of his students," she said to the man.
"You're from Hogwarts," he said, very interested.
"Why, yes I am," she smiled.
"Well I'm looking for some students from Hogwarts that I'm supposed to be meeting here," he told Samantha. "Perhaps you can help me find them. My name is Sirius Black," he said, extending his hand to her.
Samantha smiled and shook his hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Black. Your godson, Harry, has told me about you," she laughed.
"Oh, then you know who I am looking for?"
"Harry is best friends with my sister."
"Well your sister is very lucky to have someone as lovely as yourself in her family," he said with that same charming smile he used on her before. "Who is your sister, may I ask?"
"Hermione Granger," she informed him.
Sirius stood in silent shock. "Hermione Granger has a sister who is a witch? That's not possible."
"I can assure that it is quite possible, and we are both living proof. I'm Samantha Granger, Charms Professor at Hogwarts," she said, her hand still grasped in Sirius's.
"Amazing," he whispered. "Might I escort you back to Hogwarts, Professor, once I find my godson, who has left me ill-informed."
"Yes, you may," Samantha laughed as she walked back over to grab her cloak. "I think they were going back to the depot to look for you."
"Well, let's go then," he offered Samantha his arm, and she blushed as she took it. Walking out into the crisp air of the coming fall, Sirius and Samantha walked toward the train depot. She told him a little about herself and how she came to be a professor at Hogwarts. "I was in Salem once, right after I graduated. James Potter and I had done some traveling before he and Lily were married. I'm sure it was before your time at Salem school," he observed.
"I didn't want to be the one to say it," she laughed.
"Are you calling me old?" He looked down at her smiling face, as Sirius did stand a head above Samantha.
"Oh, no," she assured him. "You're just. . . before my time!" They both laughed and looked around for the two students.
"Sirius!" Harry shouted. "Where were you?"
"In the Three Broomsticks," he informed Harry. They embraced and Sirius turned to Hermione. "You've grown since last I saw you."
"Two days ago?" She laughed.
"Why didn't you tell me you were hiding such a lovely sister all these years?" Sirius asked, once again taking Samantha's arm.
Hermione and Harry's eyes widened at the sight. "Well, I myself did not know until last night," Hermione stuttered.
"Come on, I need to get to Dumbledore before tonight," Sirius told them. They climbed into the carriage and headed back to the castle.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
"I'm not sure yet. But Lucius Malfoy has disappeared, as have some other notorious Death Eaters. No one knows where they have gone, or what they are up to. Dumbledore contacted me before I could contact him."
"This is bad," Hermione said aloud.
"Yes, it is," Sirius agreed. They rode in silence the rest of the way to the castle. Harry thought about what Sirius had said. Was it possible that Voldemort had survived? Or was someone taking his place?
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Ya'll see that lil button that reads "review"?? Pleeeeeeeeease click it. I need some feedback so I know whether or not to continue this! Sorry there's no romance. . . I know it's Valentines's Day. . . but it just didn't fit into this part, and I didn't want to keep writing and make this a looooooong part just to get to that. Patience is a virtue. . . hehe and I've got none either!
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Anything but Ordinary, Part 3
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Samantha strode into the Great Hall the next morning wearing robes of a brilliant blue, her hair cascading down her back. "Good morning, Hermione," she said as she passed her sister at the Gryffindor table.
"Morning, Sam," she smiled. "I heard you were escorting us to Hogsmeade today."
"Yes, Dumbledore asked me to tag along today. Why do you need to go back to Hogsmeade?"
Harry spoke up as he helped himself to some toast, "My Godfather is arriving this afternoon, and I thought I would meet him there."
"Well, I have lessons until four this afternoon. I can meet you all in the entrance hall at four thirty?"
Harry, Ron and Hermione all nodded. Samantha smiled and continued her way to the head table, only to be stopped at the Ravenclaw table. She chatted with some of the students, shaking hands and introducing herself.
Professor McGonagall entered the Hall and began passing out schedules to the students. "I thought this was going to be the year!" Ron moaned. "I thought 'maybe this year we won't have any lessons with Slytherin!' But no! We have all of our lessons with Slytherin!"
Hermione laughed, "Yes, but what can we do?"
"Jinx them?" Harry suggested, and Ron nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh you two are impossible!" Hermione chided as she stood and made her way out of the hall to her first lesson, Charms.
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The sixth year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin sat in the dusty classroom where they had their charms lessons. They were quietly chatting with each other, until Draco Malfoy opened his mouth to comment on their new professor. "So, Granger has a sister," he drawled.
"Don't start," Ron warned him.
"Why not? I personally don't think this class will be very fair. Grangers gets all the suck-up points as it is! Her sister will give her even more," he pointed out. Other Slytherins began to agree. "Not to mention that their both mud--"
All of the Gryffindors leapt to their feet shouting before Malfoy could finish the profanity. Suddenly the doors swung open, "Aprirei sipario!" The shades in the room flung open and the rising sun blinded the room. Several students groaned and most covered their eyes. "That's enough of that. Argomentare," the shades lowered at Professor Granger's wave of her wand. "Now, on with business."
The class settled down and took their seats. Samantha continued to stand by the door. "This will just never do," she mumbled. With a wave of her wand and a mumbled incantation, the podium that Professor Flitwick used to stand upon transfigured into a cherry wood desk and chair. She enchanted the shades again to allow sunlight to warm the room. Once the room was rearranged and Samantha was satisfied, she strode to the front of the class, her cloak and robes breezing behind her. "Good morning class," she said, turning to them, her robes swishing around her feet. "I'm Professor Granger, and this is level seven of Charms and Spells."
"No kidding," Malfoy muttered.
"Could you speak up please?" Samantha turned to him. She removed her cloak and it disappeared from her arms.
"No, I can't," Malfoy told her.
"Five points from Slytherin for disobeying a professor," she said. Harry and Ron snickered and smirked at Malfoy.
"Anyone else wish to join Mr. Malfoy's opinion of this class?" No one spoke. "All right then, I guess I should tell you all a little about myself, so none of you feel the same way as Mr. Malfoy," Samantha looked over at him, but he looked away. Samantha briefly told the class about her training in America and her being asked to teach at Hogwarts as a personal favor to Professor Dumbledore. "It was either this or teaching in America. I felt it was time to come home," she said smiling.
Hermione smiled up at her sister. "So, let's get started. Who can tell me where you left off last year?"
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Ron came running up to Harry and Hermione as they headed for the entrance hall later that afternoon. "My wand is acting up again. I think Pig jumped on it again," he moaned.
"Take it McGonagall, she'll help," Hermione suggested.
"I'm surprised you didn't suggest he take it to your sister," said a droll voice.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said, turning around.
"Why? We all know how this term is going to go. Hermione answers all the questions, Slytherin loses all the points. wait till my father hears who's teaching charms and spells," Malfoy informed them. Crabbe and Goyle nodded in reply.
"Oh, like Snape doesn't favor you," Ron pointed out.
"Well, at least he doesn't favor the mudbloods," Malfoy spat, turning back to Hermione.
Hermione whipped out her wand, but, as once before, Ron beat her to it. "Pertrificus Totalus!" He yelled.
But Malfoy had shouted the same incantation at the exact same time. Both of them froze and fell flat on their backs with sickening thuds. "Oh, no," Hermione moaned.
"What is going on?" A shrill voice exclaimed. Professor McGonagall came bustling down the hallway. "Oh my goodness! What is the meaning of this?" She demanded.
"Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood and they hexed each other at the same time," Harry summed up.
"Well, don't expect to see either of them for awhile," she told the four standing students, as she summoned two stretchers. "I'm taking them to the hospital wing then dragging them to detention!" McGonagall floated them down the hallway as she followed the two frozen young men.
"Come on," Hermione said to Harry, "we have to meet my sister."
In the entrance hall to Hogwarts, Samantha stood waiting for her companions. "There you are," she exclaimed. "Where have you been?"
"Ron got in a fight with Draco Malfoy. He's not going to be joining us," Hermione told her.
"Oh, that's too bad," Samantha said, sincerely. She summoned her cloak and fastened it around her shoulders. "OK, let's head out." Waiting outside was a white horseless carriage. They quickly moved off the grounds and into the town of Hogsmeade.
"When I lived in Salem, there was a little village outside of the grounds that students used to visit on the weekends. This reminds me so much of it. Brings back so many good memories," Samantha observed out loud as they stepped outside into the fresh air.
"Do you ever wish you had stayed in London?" Hermione asked her sister
"Sometimes, but only because I missed Mum, Dad, and you. I don't regret going to school in America. Those were the best years of my life," Samantha smiled. "Who are we looking for?"
"My godfather, Sirius Black," Harry informed her, as he craned his neck, looking for his godfather. "I'm assuming that he was going to aparate into Hogsmeade."
"Maybe he's in the Three Broomsticks," Hermione suggested.
"You just want a Butterbeer," Harry teased.
"A what?" Samantha asked.
"Oh my gosh! You don't know what butterbeer is?" Harry looked at her strangely. Samantha smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "And you call yourself a witch!"
"Come on," Hermione took her hand and lead the way to the small tavern on the edge of town. "I'll get us some butterbeers. You don't know what you've been missing," Hermione told her.
Harry and Samantha found a table in a corner and sat down. "So. . ." Samantha said, breaking the awkward silence.
"I think it's great that you're teaching here. You have a great talent for Charms," Harry complimented Samantha.
"Yeah, you're just saying that because you like my sister," Samantha teased.
"What?" Harry asked, but was blushing.
"It's quite obvious, Mr. Potter. And I think it's simply adorable. My sister is very lucky to have a friend like you. She would be very lucky if you were something more to her as well," she told him.
Before Harry could answer, Hermione returned with the drinks. "Here's to a successful final year at Hogwarts," Hermione toasted.
"And here's to Mr. Weasley not getting anymore detentions," Samantha added. She sipped her drink and smiled, "You're right, this is very good."
They talked about their lives in the wizarding world, and Harry's not so wonderful summers with his relatives, the Dursleys. He told her about Sirius and how he had been living with his godfather since Dumbledore helped get his name cleared. "Speaking of Sirius, I'm going to go look for him. Want to come Hermione?"
Hermione looked to her sister. "Go ahead, I'm going to get another drink." Hermione smiled and followed Harry out of the tavern. Samantha headed for the bar with their empty mugs, when she accidentally crashed into a man who was walking towards her. "I'm so sorry," she apologized.
"No, no. It was entirely my fault," he smiled. "Here, let me," he took the mugs and set them down on the bar. "Can I offer to buy you something a little more potent?" He asked, casting a charming smile in her direction."
"Oh, I don't think Albus Dumbledore would appreciate the fact that I was drinking while in the care of his students," she said to the man.
"You're from Hogwarts," he said, very interested.
"Why, yes I am," she smiled.
"Well I'm looking for some students from Hogwarts that I'm supposed to be meeting here," he told Samantha. "Perhaps you can help me find them. My name is Sirius Black," he said, extending his hand to her.
Samantha smiled and shook his hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Black. Your godson, Harry, has told me about you," she laughed.
"Oh, then you know who I am looking for?"
"Harry is best friends with my sister."
"Well your sister is very lucky to have someone as lovely as yourself in her family," he said with that same charming smile he used on her before. "Who is your sister, may I ask?"
"Hermione Granger," she informed him.
Sirius stood in silent shock. "Hermione Granger has a sister who is a witch? That's not possible."
"I can assure that it is quite possible, and we are both living proof. I'm Samantha Granger, Charms Professor at Hogwarts," she said, her hand still grasped in Sirius's.
"Amazing," he whispered. "Might I escort you back to Hogwarts, Professor, once I find my godson, who has left me ill-informed."
"Yes, you may," Samantha laughed as she walked back over to grab her cloak. "I think they were going back to the depot to look for you."
"Well, let's go then," he offered Samantha his arm, and she blushed as she took it. Walking out into the crisp air of the coming fall, Sirius and Samantha walked toward the train depot. She told him a little about herself and how she came to be a professor at Hogwarts. "I was in Salem once, right after I graduated. James Potter and I had done some traveling before he and Lily were married. I'm sure it was before your time at Salem school," he observed.
"I didn't want to be the one to say it," she laughed.
"Are you calling me old?" He looked down at her smiling face, as Sirius did stand a head above Samantha.
"Oh, no," she assured him. "You're just. . . before my time!" They both laughed and looked around for the two students.
"Sirius!" Harry shouted. "Where were you?"
"In the Three Broomsticks," he informed Harry. They embraced and Sirius turned to Hermione. "You've grown since last I saw you."
"Two days ago?" She laughed.
"Why didn't you tell me you were hiding such a lovely sister all these years?" Sirius asked, once again taking Samantha's arm.
Hermione and Harry's eyes widened at the sight. "Well, I myself did not know until last night," Hermione stuttered.
"Come on, I need to get to Dumbledore before tonight," Sirius told them. They climbed into the carriage and headed back to the castle.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
"I'm not sure yet. But Lucius Malfoy has disappeared, as have some other notorious Death Eaters. No one knows where they have gone, or what they are up to. Dumbledore contacted me before I could contact him."
"This is bad," Hermione said aloud.
"Yes, it is," Sirius agreed. They rode in silence the rest of the way to the castle. Harry thought about what Sirius had said. Was it possible that Voldemort had survived? Or was someone taking his place?
End part 3
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Ya'll see that lil button that reads "review"?? Pleeeeeeeeease click it. I need some feedback so I know whether or not to continue this! Sorry there's no romance. . . I know it's Valentines's Day. . . but it just didn't fit into this part, and I didn't want to keep writing and make this a looooooong part just to get to that. Patience is a virtue. . . hehe and I've got none either!