***This is part two of the story! Anyways, I own the following characters:
Katarina Moon
Carlotta Thems
Atalanta Hunters
Darius Hunters
Giovanni Thems
Professor London
Professor Jerison
Comments on the bottom.
DISCLAIMER: I fail to own Harry Potter and anything related to it. K?
K.***
SUMMARY: It's Harry and co.'s fifth year at Hogwarts. There is
mysterious disappearances, and pranks that sometimes go too far. There
is a legend of a Mystical Hero, the one who will bring destruction to
all those he loves, and a old long-forgotten prophecy. Harry and the
gang also faces crushes, finals, new students, secrets, the Order, and
a Dueling Tournament. HxH DxG RxOC
HARRY POTTER AND THE MYSTICAL HERO
by Hikari Mirai
Chapter Two
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting silently in the train
compartment. Ron was munching on chocolate frogs, Hermione was reading,
and Harry was looking out the window.
The door to the compartment slid open and Draco Malfoy was standing
outside, he two goons Crabbe and Goyle, standing outside, grinning
stupidly.
"Why, isn't it is Scarhead, the Weasel, and the Mudblood." Draco said
smirking.
"Go away, Malfoy." Ron snapped. "We don't need you ugly face anywhere
near here!"
"Ugly?" Malfoy sneered in response. "You should look in the mirror."
"What's going on here?" came a feminine voice. Crabbe and Goyle had the
look of fear in their faces, stepping back a little to one side. Draco
wheeled around and stumbled back into Goyle.
A young woman came to view, with waist lengh jet black hair pulled into
a single braid, her chocolate colored eyes scanning the room. "Well?"
"Malfoy and his friends were annoying us and calling us names."
Hermione answered.
"A Malfoy, eh?" the woman asked eying the blonde boy. "Splitting
image." she murmured. Raising her voice she said, "Well, Mr. Malfoy,
you might want to run along, now. I'm sure after past expirience, you
hate being a ferret?"
"You're not even a professor!" Malfoy replied, gathering his courage.
"And who said I'm not?" she asked, glaring at him.
"You can't do this! My father'll have you for this!"
"I can do this. You can go tell your father that Abrienda Jerison said,
"Sunday will be a nightmare for all Malfoys", kay?"
"That doesn't even have a meaning." Draco's face was turning red. Ron
leaned closer, hoping Draco would get punished and slytherin would
loose points and end up with negative number of points.
"I'm sure your father doesn't have bad memory. Tell. He might like the
warning. Maybe he won't have to replace his house..." the teacher
trailed off, a dreamy look in her eyes. She suddenly snapped out of it.
"Now go! And Slytherin looses 10 points already!"
Draco sneered and ran off with his two goons right behind him. Jerison
watched them run, a look of amusement on her face. She turned and face
the trio, smiling happily. "Hello. I'm Professor Jerison. May I ask for
your names?"
"Hermione Granger." Hermione said, slamming her book shut.
"Oh Granger! I've been wanting to meet you! According to all your
professors, your the top student, and the cleverest witch in your
year!" Jerison exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
"Ron Weasley." Ron answered, crumbling all the chocolate frog wrappers
in a ball.
"I heard about you also!" Jerison said happily. She looked at Harry.
"Harry Potter, no doubt. Famous before he can even walk or talk."
Harry nodded numbly, not sure of waht to say. He and his friends
watched as the overethisiastic woman talk really fast about things he
couldn't catch. After a few minutes, she stopped.
"Excuse me," Hermione said. "But if you are a professor, what exactly
are you teaching?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out." she said, and if possible,
her smile grew wider. "Only hours till you find out. Well I best be
off. See you soon!" Jerison walked out and slid the door closed.
"Well, she's diffrent." Ron said, after a few minutes of silence.
"Ethusiastic. Optimistic type if you ask me." Hermione said. "She seems
a bit young, don't you think?"
"She's seems nice." Harry said. "She seems to know Malfoy's dad,
though."
"Sunday will be a nightmare for all Mlafoys...what could it mean?"
Hermione tapped her chin a few times, her expression thoughtful.
"Maybe Snuffles or Lupin heard of her?" Ron suggested. "Wasn't Malfoy's
dad in school at the same time the Marauders were?"
"Maybe." Harry answered. "I'll write to Sirius later."
*****
Harry and his friends hopped off the train and made their way to the
horseless carriages waiting for second years and up.
Ron paused though.
"Who's she? What happened to Hagrid?" Ron asked, looking at the
direction where the first years were gathered.
Harry looked the same direction, and found instead of Hagrid gathering
the first years, a young woman was. It wasn't the woman on the train,
but a red haired woman. Most of the first years reached to her
shoulder, and seem to have a loud voice.
"I don't know." Hermione answered. She looked at the boys. "Didn't
Hagrid went on a trip for Dumbledore?"
"I think-" Harry was cut off by a Ravenclaw boy Harry had never seen
before, not to mention the rudest.
"Move will ya? I like to get to Hogwarts castle on a carriage." the boy
sneered. "Move it Scarface."
"Why don't you get another carriage?" Hermione asked calmly.
"I'm here, aren't I?" the boy snapped, but was shoved out of the way by
a borwn haired brunette that seemed to be around Harry's age.
"There's a lovely carriage by those lovely young ladies over there that
would love to share it with you." the brunette said, grinning.
The Ravenclaw boy blushed, then scowled. "No!"
"They're *dying* to meet you!" the brunette presisted, giving him one
last forceful shove before he was on his way to a carriage by two
giggling girls.
Once he was gone, the brunette's grin grew. "Who wants to bet he'll
hate me after this?"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"You'll see. Too bad he isn't bright. He'd do well in Slytherin, don't
you think?" the brunette grinned. "Oh by the way, I'm Atalanta Hunters.
Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter right?"
Ron blinked. "How'd you know?"
"I'm a transfer student." Hunters answered, her grin never fading. "I
was sorted in the summer, and managed to go through some records of
previous years. Did you know they take portraits of top students and
keep them in their files they never use? I find it pretty useless."
"That doesn't tell how you know me." Ron said in an annoyed tone.
"They have your photo in your detention files." Hunters answered. "And
course, Harry doesn't need to know how I know him. He's in books after
all." She paused. "ARe you getting in the carriage or not?"
Ron glared at her, and got in, followed by Hermione, Harry, and the new
girl. "And why did you get rid of the Ravenclaw kid?" ROn asked
suddenly.
"Well I had to do it to someone, why not him?" Hunters answered,
raising an eyebrow. "Good thing I'm not in Ravenclaw."
"What house are you in?" Hermione asked, who seemed to take a sudden
interest in the girl. "Do you know something about the new teachers?"
"I'm in Gryffindor. Oh yeah. I met them during the summer while I was
getting sorted. There was this one professor-Lupin I think-is this
years DADA teacher. Professor London is taking over a man named
Hagrid's place, and Professor Jerison is helping with the Dueling
Club/Tournament. Why?"
"Just wondering." Hermione answered.
"How did you know all this stuff?" Harry asked, awed in how much she
knew.
"It's called paying attention to the professors while they talk."
Hunters added, grinning again. "We had alot of interuptions, mostly by
McGonagall. She didn't like the idea of Hagrid's replacement, and the
Dueling junk."
"Isn't this supposed to be top secret stuff" Harry asked.
"Dumbledore said I could tell you guys only." Hunters shrugged. "Oh
well, I told you. Too late now."
The carriage stopped and Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Hunters got off, and
came face to face with the Ravenclaw boy, only he was drenched with
make that made him look like a clown, and some peircings and his hair
was green and spiked. He looked pissed.
***Hello, people! Chapter 3! Yay! I know now that at least some people
are reading this!
My comments to my reviewers-
Thelvyn: I know. I like the first chapter too. Sorry that Harry's OOC.
Well, we can't all be perfect, but I'll work on it.
bookwrm580: I started putting in this ***** inbetween every scene, as
you can see if you bother looking at it. And sure, I'll work on making
the chapter longer. ^_^
I never expected to get two reviews. Oh well, I'm not complaining.
Hikari Mirai***
Katarina Moon
Carlotta Thems
Atalanta Hunters
Darius Hunters
Giovanni Thems
Professor London
Professor Jerison
Comments on the bottom.
DISCLAIMER: I fail to own Harry Potter and anything related to it. K?
K.***
SUMMARY: It's Harry and co.'s fifth year at Hogwarts. There is
mysterious disappearances, and pranks that sometimes go too far. There
is a legend of a Mystical Hero, the one who will bring destruction to
all those he loves, and a old long-forgotten prophecy. Harry and the
gang also faces crushes, finals, new students, secrets, the Order, and
a Dueling Tournament. HxH DxG RxOC
HARRY POTTER AND THE MYSTICAL HERO
by Hikari Mirai
Chapter Two
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting silently in the train
compartment. Ron was munching on chocolate frogs, Hermione was reading,
and Harry was looking out the window.
The door to the compartment slid open and Draco Malfoy was standing
outside, he two goons Crabbe and Goyle, standing outside, grinning
stupidly.
"Why, isn't it is Scarhead, the Weasel, and the Mudblood." Draco said
smirking.
"Go away, Malfoy." Ron snapped. "We don't need you ugly face anywhere
near here!"
"Ugly?" Malfoy sneered in response. "You should look in the mirror."
"What's going on here?" came a feminine voice. Crabbe and Goyle had the
look of fear in their faces, stepping back a little to one side. Draco
wheeled around and stumbled back into Goyle.
A young woman came to view, with waist lengh jet black hair pulled into
a single braid, her chocolate colored eyes scanning the room. "Well?"
"Malfoy and his friends were annoying us and calling us names."
Hermione answered.
"A Malfoy, eh?" the woman asked eying the blonde boy. "Splitting
image." she murmured. Raising her voice she said, "Well, Mr. Malfoy,
you might want to run along, now. I'm sure after past expirience, you
hate being a ferret?"
"You're not even a professor!" Malfoy replied, gathering his courage.
"And who said I'm not?" she asked, glaring at him.
"You can't do this! My father'll have you for this!"
"I can do this. You can go tell your father that Abrienda Jerison said,
"Sunday will be a nightmare for all Malfoys", kay?"
"That doesn't even have a meaning." Draco's face was turning red. Ron
leaned closer, hoping Draco would get punished and slytherin would
loose points and end up with negative number of points.
"I'm sure your father doesn't have bad memory. Tell. He might like the
warning. Maybe he won't have to replace his house..." the teacher
trailed off, a dreamy look in her eyes. She suddenly snapped out of it.
"Now go! And Slytherin looses 10 points already!"
Draco sneered and ran off with his two goons right behind him. Jerison
watched them run, a look of amusement on her face. She turned and face
the trio, smiling happily. "Hello. I'm Professor Jerison. May I ask for
your names?"
"Hermione Granger." Hermione said, slamming her book shut.
"Oh Granger! I've been wanting to meet you! According to all your
professors, your the top student, and the cleverest witch in your
year!" Jerison exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
"Ron Weasley." Ron answered, crumbling all the chocolate frog wrappers
in a ball.
"I heard about you also!" Jerison said happily. She looked at Harry.
"Harry Potter, no doubt. Famous before he can even walk or talk."
Harry nodded numbly, not sure of waht to say. He and his friends
watched as the overethisiastic woman talk really fast about things he
couldn't catch. After a few minutes, she stopped.
"Excuse me," Hermione said. "But if you are a professor, what exactly
are you teaching?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out." she said, and if possible,
her smile grew wider. "Only hours till you find out. Well I best be
off. See you soon!" Jerison walked out and slid the door closed.
"Well, she's diffrent." Ron said, after a few minutes of silence.
"Ethusiastic. Optimistic type if you ask me." Hermione said. "She seems
a bit young, don't you think?"
"She's seems nice." Harry said. "She seems to know Malfoy's dad,
though."
"Sunday will be a nightmare for all Mlafoys...what could it mean?"
Hermione tapped her chin a few times, her expression thoughtful.
"Maybe Snuffles or Lupin heard of her?" Ron suggested. "Wasn't Malfoy's
dad in school at the same time the Marauders were?"
"Maybe." Harry answered. "I'll write to Sirius later."
*****
Harry and his friends hopped off the train and made their way to the
horseless carriages waiting for second years and up.
Ron paused though.
"Who's she? What happened to Hagrid?" Ron asked, looking at the
direction where the first years were gathered.
Harry looked the same direction, and found instead of Hagrid gathering
the first years, a young woman was. It wasn't the woman on the train,
but a red haired woman. Most of the first years reached to her
shoulder, and seem to have a loud voice.
"I don't know." Hermione answered. She looked at the boys. "Didn't
Hagrid went on a trip for Dumbledore?"
"I think-" Harry was cut off by a Ravenclaw boy Harry had never seen
before, not to mention the rudest.
"Move will ya? I like to get to Hogwarts castle on a carriage." the boy
sneered. "Move it Scarface."
"Why don't you get another carriage?" Hermione asked calmly.
"I'm here, aren't I?" the boy snapped, but was shoved out of the way by
a borwn haired brunette that seemed to be around Harry's age.
"There's a lovely carriage by those lovely young ladies over there that
would love to share it with you." the brunette said, grinning.
The Ravenclaw boy blushed, then scowled. "No!"
"They're *dying* to meet you!" the brunette presisted, giving him one
last forceful shove before he was on his way to a carriage by two
giggling girls.
Once he was gone, the brunette's grin grew. "Who wants to bet he'll
hate me after this?"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"You'll see. Too bad he isn't bright. He'd do well in Slytherin, don't
you think?" the brunette grinned. "Oh by the way, I'm Atalanta Hunters.
Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter right?"
Ron blinked. "How'd you know?"
"I'm a transfer student." Hunters answered, her grin never fading. "I
was sorted in the summer, and managed to go through some records of
previous years. Did you know they take portraits of top students and
keep them in their files they never use? I find it pretty useless."
"That doesn't tell how you know me." Ron said in an annoyed tone.
"They have your photo in your detention files." Hunters answered. "And
course, Harry doesn't need to know how I know him. He's in books after
all." She paused. "ARe you getting in the carriage or not?"
Ron glared at her, and got in, followed by Hermione, Harry, and the new
girl. "And why did you get rid of the Ravenclaw kid?" ROn asked
suddenly.
"Well I had to do it to someone, why not him?" Hunters answered,
raising an eyebrow. "Good thing I'm not in Ravenclaw."
"What house are you in?" Hermione asked, who seemed to take a sudden
interest in the girl. "Do you know something about the new teachers?"
"I'm in Gryffindor. Oh yeah. I met them during the summer while I was
getting sorted. There was this one professor-Lupin I think-is this
years DADA teacher. Professor London is taking over a man named
Hagrid's place, and Professor Jerison is helping with the Dueling
Club/Tournament. Why?"
"Just wondering." Hermione answered.
"How did you know all this stuff?" Harry asked, awed in how much she
knew.
"It's called paying attention to the professors while they talk."
Hunters added, grinning again. "We had alot of interuptions, mostly by
McGonagall. She didn't like the idea of Hagrid's replacement, and the
Dueling junk."
"Isn't this supposed to be top secret stuff" Harry asked.
"Dumbledore said I could tell you guys only." Hunters shrugged. "Oh
well, I told you. Too late now."
The carriage stopped and Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Hunters got off, and
came face to face with the Ravenclaw boy, only he was drenched with
make that made him look like a clown, and some peircings and his hair
was green and spiked. He looked pissed.
***Hello, people! Chapter 3! Yay! I know now that at least some people
are reading this!
My comments to my reviewers-
Thelvyn: I know. I like the first chapter too. Sorry that Harry's OOC.
Well, we can't all be perfect, but I'll work on it.
bookwrm580: I started putting in this ***** inbetween every scene, as
you can see if you bother looking at it. And sure, I'll work on making
the chapter longer. ^_^
I never expected to get two reviews. Oh well, I'm not complaining.
Hikari Mirai***