"You're taking Advanced Transfiguration this year, right, Harry?" asked
Neville as they slowly dragged their way to Potions.
"Right."
He had gotten an extra form with his Hogwarts letter, telling him that surprisingly his grades were barely high enough to be placed in Advanced Transfiguration. There would be excellent fourth years also, and maybe even the lucky third year. So far Harry was the only fifth year boy to be going, and he was absolutely sure that Hermoine would be attending later, but for now she was away. So he got to sit by himself that day in Advanced Transfiguration, with his book in front of him, his quill ready, and mind alert (for once). When Professor McGonagall bustled into the classroom, everyone got very quiet. Harry took a quick glance around the room, finding older pupils, but his eyes wandered to the corner, where a girl with auburn hair and the same exact green eyes as Harry was working diligently. It was Alicia Flamel. He never knew she was this smart, she was a fourth year. Harry hadn't even mastered the Daydream Charm (a charm that lets one interfere with another's daydreams and dreams) yet. She must have used the charm on him, because he couldn't stop thinking how familiar she looked. The class continued, and near the end McGonagall handed each student a form to fill out.
"Seeing there are many different houses and years represented here today, this form is a 'get to know you' sort of thing. Fill this out, and at the end of class I will have…" she glanced around. "Harry Potter collect them."
The Slytheirns glared at him, but this was to be expected. There were only three Slytheirns in the class. When the form-filling ended, Harry stood to collect the papers. He gathered all but Alicia's, who was far back in the corner. He approached her, and she handed him her paper, gathered her things, and then shockingly went to join one of the Slytheirns. He absentmindedly looked at the first line of the paper, which asked for your full, complete name. He stared. Her full name was Alicia Madelyn Flamel- Potter.
* *
"I swear on my Firebolt, Ron, Alicia's last name is hyphenated, and it's Potter!" Harry said excitedly, rushing to the dormitories after classes.
"Really?" said Ron, eyes wide. "But…" he added," it could be just a coincidence."
"Ron! How many people do you know with the last name of 'Potter'?"
He stopped.
"See? Come on!"
Ron just sighed heavily and ran after Harry.
When he caught up with him, his head suddenly snapped up, an owl was soaring down the hallways towards them. It swooped down and Ron caught a letter. It was Hermoine's hand. He ripped it open.
Dear Ron and Harry,
It's fabulous here at the teacher's camp. I've met loads of new people, and I'm learning a lot, too. I miss you both bunches. Sorry this is so short, we have a 'teachers meeting' in a quarter of an hour. See you on October first, and don't get any points taken from Gryffindor.
Love from,
Hermoine.
"Don't worry Hermoine, we will." Said Harry, smiling, as Ron folded up the letter, what looked like smelled it, and placed it carefully deep inside his robes. All throughout the walk to Gryffindor tower Ron was patting his robe nervously, as though afraid the letter might suddenly fly away. Harry smirked at Ron knowingly. He just turned quite red and muttered the password, headed straight up to the dormitories, and put the letter in the pocket of his Muggle jacket.
"Right."
He had gotten an extra form with his Hogwarts letter, telling him that surprisingly his grades were barely high enough to be placed in Advanced Transfiguration. There would be excellent fourth years also, and maybe even the lucky third year. So far Harry was the only fifth year boy to be going, and he was absolutely sure that Hermoine would be attending later, but for now she was away. So he got to sit by himself that day in Advanced Transfiguration, with his book in front of him, his quill ready, and mind alert (for once). When Professor McGonagall bustled into the classroom, everyone got very quiet. Harry took a quick glance around the room, finding older pupils, but his eyes wandered to the corner, where a girl with auburn hair and the same exact green eyes as Harry was working diligently. It was Alicia Flamel. He never knew she was this smart, she was a fourth year. Harry hadn't even mastered the Daydream Charm (a charm that lets one interfere with another's daydreams and dreams) yet. She must have used the charm on him, because he couldn't stop thinking how familiar she looked. The class continued, and near the end McGonagall handed each student a form to fill out.
"Seeing there are many different houses and years represented here today, this form is a 'get to know you' sort of thing. Fill this out, and at the end of class I will have…" she glanced around. "Harry Potter collect them."
The Slytheirns glared at him, but this was to be expected. There were only three Slytheirns in the class. When the form-filling ended, Harry stood to collect the papers. He gathered all but Alicia's, who was far back in the corner. He approached her, and she handed him her paper, gathered her things, and then shockingly went to join one of the Slytheirns. He absentmindedly looked at the first line of the paper, which asked for your full, complete name. He stared. Her full name was Alicia Madelyn Flamel- Potter.
* *
"I swear on my Firebolt, Ron, Alicia's last name is hyphenated, and it's Potter!" Harry said excitedly, rushing to the dormitories after classes.
"Really?" said Ron, eyes wide. "But…" he added," it could be just a coincidence."
"Ron! How many people do you know with the last name of 'Potter'?"
He stopped.
"See? Come on!"
Ron just sighed heavily and ran after Harry.
When he caught up with him, his head suddenly snapped up, an owl was soaring down the hallways towards them. It swooped down and Ron caught a letter. It was Hermoine's hand. He ripped it open.
Dear Ron and Harry,
It's fabulous here at the teacher's camp. I've met loads of new people, and I'm learning a lot, too. I miss you both bunches. Sorry this is so short, we have a 'teachers meeting' in a quarter of an hour. See you on October first, and don't get any points taken from Gryffindor.
Love from,
Hermoine.
"Don't worry Hermoine, we will." Said Harry, smiling, as Ron folded up the letter, what looked like smelled it, and placed it carefully deep inside his robes. All throughout the walk to Gryffindor tower Ron was patting his robe nervously, as though afraid the letter might suddenly fly away. Harry smirked at Ron knowingly. He just turned quite red and muttered the password, headed straight up to the dormitories, and put the letter in the pocket of his Muggle jacket.
