Author's Note: I am going to try to keep writing-but that all depends on
you reviewers out there. I hope you like my story!
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"Bye Mum." He gave her a quick kiss and turned towards his friend. "Harry! Have you got your trunk?"
"Yeah - er - give me a sec." A boy with emerald green eyes and messy black hair squinted in concentration as he pulled his trunk out of the back of a car. "There. Let's go." They made their way between honking cars and heavy traffic. Ron and Harry entered Kings Cross station and tried to be inconspicuous as they could with their owls and long robes.
"Ron! Harry!" They turned their heads to see Hermione running towards them. "Ugh," she paused as her trunk wheels got caught on her foot, "How are you guys?" They didn't answer. "Huh?" She giggled softly. "Cat got your tongue?" Ron's eyes bulged as he nodded at her new look. "Oh, it was just a Muggle makeover. Honestly. I'm still the same old Hermione." Her hair was in a loose ponytail with occasional tendrils hanging down. She wore light lip-gloss and green eye shadow. Frankly, she was looking quite beautiful. "You GUYS!" Hermione rolled her eyes and reached up to pinch Ron's cheek.
"Yow!" He jumped back angrily. "What'd you do that for?"
"Well you looked like you were going to turn in to stone or something. No offense."
The boy with red hair and freckles rubbed his cheek sorely and poked Harry. "So what do you think?"
"Huh?" Harry was still staring at Hermione.
"Her new look---?"
"Oh!" He acted as if he had been in a trance. "It's-it's O.K."
"Golly! I think it's ravishing." Ron tried to hug Hermione but she pushed him off.
"Don't try to get all cuddly on me. I know what you're looking for."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Let's get on the train." She said exasperatedly and mumbled "boys these days" under her breath before stepping through a wall to Platform 9 ¾.
***
"Let's just hope Malfoy doesn't make his daily trip down here."
But he did.
"Well, look who we have here." The three friends tried to ignore the tormentor, but were unsuccessful. "It's Mudblood and her boyfriends. Weasel and Scarface," Malfoy sneered. "The killer. How do you feel about killing the TRUE Hogwarts champion? You little cheater!"
"He did NOT kill Cedric! It was You-Know-Who!" Hermione growled.
"I'm not talking to you!" Malfoy whipped around. "You're just saying that because you want to be his slut when he kills the rest of us."
Her eyes grew big but Hermione didn't stop. "YOU'RE just your father's puppet. I know you don't believe Harry killed Cedric. One day you'll realize that power is the worst thing. It kills us all. It makes us greedy. Your father doesn't really love you. You're just his tool to get closer to You-Know-Who."
"How dare you say that!"
Meanwhile, Harry struggled to keep Ron back. "It's not worth it! He's below us!"
Ron's lip curled but he stopped fighting Harry. "She's right, you know, about your father. But I know you're just as bad as he is."
Malfoy balled up his fists to slug Ron, but Harry intercepted. "STOP!" Everyone in the compartment grew quiet and turned to look at him. "I know we're all on the same side. We all want the same things: love, friendship and life. Why are we fighting each other? Shouldn't we be working to defeat the worst wizard of all time?"
"Quit the wise words, Potter."
"Draco, I'm talking about YOU! You're the one who is being controlled! Do you really want to die for Voldemort?" Everyone flinched. "Yes, VOLDEMORT, VOLDEMORT, VOLDEMORT!" Harry breathed heavily and watched his fellow classmates cowering in fear. He tightened his fists in frustration. "You've got to start someplace-"
"Where are you're bodyguards?" Ron interrupted.
Malfoy gave him a weird look. "What?"
"You know-Crabbe and Goyle."
"They're dead." He answered bluntly.
"Hey, we've got a start!" Harry exclaimed sarcastically. "We've got to make conversation." He shrugged and rolled his eyes at the stares he drew.
Malfoy snorted. "You guys are fakes. You're all going to get smothered by My Lord." He shut the door in their faces.
Ron and Hermione turned to him.
"You're crazy." Ron said.
"No, I'm not. See, even Hermione agrees with me. He's not all bad."
Hermione put her hand on Harry's shoulder. "You can't jump in like that and expect him to embrace you. He's lived with his father for his whole life. It's not like he hasn't been influenced."
"Yeah-"
"Anyways, it doesn't matter. I doubt he'll bug us again. Let's play some Exploding Snap."
***
Rose inspected herself in the mirror. Her black hair flowed freely about her shoulders and she wore blue earrings to make her eyes stand out. Rose fiddled with her "Guest" pin and readjusted it.
"You look lovely. You have a perfect nose," the mirror clucked and Rose leapt back. "Yes, we do talk."
"Er-" Rose looked nervously around for the door.
"No need to be frightened. Everyone is."
"Yea-"
"I'll say it again: you look lovely. Now go on down to the Great Hall and be your graceful self."
"I'm not graceful-"
"Oh, stop being humble." There came a soft chuckle and the mirror fell silent.
Rose blinked in confusion. "But I'm clumsy-" she muttered. She took a deep breath in, stumbled out of the bathroom and walked towards the Great Hall.
***
"Ah, thank you for arriving early. You will sit at the head table until you are sorted," Dumbledore greeted. "Tomorrow your lessons will begin."
"Oh."
He read her thoughts. "Rose I know Serverus seems daunting, but he's perfect for you. I wouldn't want him to teach you unless I had faith that he will help you. He'll make you work very hard, but that's what you need right now."
Rose twisted in lips into a thin smile. "Yeah. I guess."
"They'll be arriving any minute. Minerva has already gone out to see them."
"Oh? The students?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "YOUR classmates."
***
Rose glanced up to see a river of pupils pouring into the Hall. Those who spotted her sitting and the head table gave her a curious look and whispered to their friends. Soon most of the student population was staring at her, and Rose avoided them by turning to Dumbledore. "Who-"
"Look at them. Earn their respect." He nudged her.
She reluctantly turned back towards them. Rose watched the students file to their according tables. She eventually forced herself to tune out because of the increasing stares.
***
"ROSE!" Her dream was interrupted by hard poke in her ribs and she lazily opened her eyes. "Minerva's calling you - it's your turn to be sorted." Snape hissed into her ear.
"Oh-"
"Just GO!"
"Where-"
"TO HER!"
She grumbled and this time successfully ignored the stares. She managed a smile as she saw McGonagall's glare.
"Ahem," Dumbledore coughed. "Here is our guest. Rose Bristeman." She gingerly put on the Sorting Hat and waited for the sentence.
//"Little late, are we?" It cut into her thoughts. "Yes, yes. A little hesitant, I see. But they're just jitters. Let me see --- I think Ravenclaw would do."
"NO!"
"Oh, yes. You want Gryffindor. We all do. Well, I guess you can go there. I see your devotion to Harry, yes, yes. That's best."//
"GRYFFINDOR!" Rose squeezed her eyes as she took the hat off, dreading more stares. She lifted her head up and determinedly set off towards her table.
***
"I can't believe it!" Lavender said, awed. Rose had just finished telling her story. Well, her MODIFIED story. She left out the part about the book, telling her new friends that she had found herself in a field without any explanation.
"You really were transported here?"
"DUH, Paravarti." Lavender answered.
"How long have you been here?"
Rose thought for a second. She wanted her familiarity with rules and names to seem realistic, but she didn't want to make it seemed like she had been at Hogwarts long enough to have questions asked. "Five days."
"You all really should get to sleep," Hermione cut in. The other girls groaned, but Rose appreciated the stop of her interrogation.
She climbed into her bed and fell asleep to beat of her own thoughts.
"My Lord!"
"What have you found?!?!"
"Her name is Rose Bristeman, My Lord. She is in Gryffindor."
"Why is she there?"
"I do not know, Master."
"Crucio!"
"Sh-Sh-she is there perhaps because they think she has potential-"
"Crucio!"
"Aah! Please, please-"
"Next time have REAL information. Find out with whom her loyalties lie and give me a report on her progress. How is she going to be trained?"
"Privately, My Lord. By Snape."
"The traitor," the voice paused in anger, "--- Crucio!"
Author's Notes: O.K., now the next chapter will come when the next review comes, well as soon as I can write. I hope you liked it. I worked hard! R+R!
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"Bye Mum." He gave her a quick kiss and turned towards his friend. "Harry! Have you got your trunk?"
"Yeah - er - give me a sec." A boy with emerald green eyes and messy black hair squinted in concentration as he pulled his trunk out of the back of a car. "There. Let's go." They made their way between honking cars and heavy traffic. Ron and Harry entered Kings Cross station and tried to be inconspicuous as they could with their owls and long robes.
"Ron! Harry!" They turned their heads to see Hermione running towards them. "Ugh," she paused as her trunk wheels got caught on her foot, "How are you guys?" They didn't answer. "Huh?" She giggled softly. "Cat got your tongue?" Ron's eyes bulged as he nodded at her new look. "Oh, it was just a Muggle makeover. Honestly. I'm still the same old Hermione." Her hair was in a loose ponytail with occasional tendrils hanging down. She wore light lip-gloss and green eye shadow. Frankly, she was looking quite beautiful. "You GUYS!" Hermione rolled her eyes and reached up to pinch Ron's cheek.
"Yow!" He jumped back angrily. "What'd you do that for?"
"Well you looked like you were going to turn in to stone or something. No offense."
The boy with red hair and freckles rubbed his cheek sorely and poked Harry. "So what do you think?"
"Huh?" Harry was still staring at Hermione.
"Her new look---?"
"Oh!" He acted as if he had been in a trance. "It's-it's O.K."
"Golly! I think it's ravishing." Ron tried to hug Hermione but she pushed him off.
"Don't try to get all cuddly on me. I know what you're looking for."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Let's get on the train." She said exasperatedly and mumbled "boys these days" under her breath before stepping through a wall to Platform 9 ¾.
***
"Let's just hope Malfoy doesn't make his daily trip down here."
But he did.
"Well, look who we have here." The three friends tried to ignore the tormentor, but were unsuccessful. "It's Mudblood and her boyfriends. Weasel and Scarface," Malfoy sneered. "The killer. How do you feel about killing the TRUE Hogwarts champion? You little cheater!"
"He did NOT kill Cedric! It was You-Know-Who!" Hermione growled.
"I'm not talking to you!" Malfoy whipped around. "You're just saying that because you want to be his slut when he kills the rest of us."
Her eyes grew big but Hermione didn't stop. "YOU'RE just your father's puppet. I know you don't believe Harry killed Cedric. One day you'll realize that power is the worst thing. It kills us all. It makes us greedy. Your father doesn't really love you. You're just his tool to get closer to You-Know-Who."
"How dare you say that!"
Meanwhile, Harry struggled to keep Ron back. "It's not worth it! He's below us!"
Ron's lip curled but he stopped fighting Harry. "She's right, you know, about your father. But I know you're just as bad as he is."
Malfoy balled up his fists to slug Ron, but Harry intercepted. "STOP!" Everyone in the compartment grew quiet and turned to look at him. "I know we're all on the same side. We all want the same things: love, friendship and life. Why are we fighting each other? Shouldn't we be working to defeat the worst wizard of all time?"
"Quit the wise words, Potter."
"Draco, I'm talking about YOU! You're the one who is being controlled! Do you really want to die for Voldemort?" Everyone flinched. "Yes, VOLDEMORT, VOLDEMORT, VOLDEMORT!" Harry breathed heavily and watched his fellow classmates cowering in fear. He tightened his fists in frustration. "You've got to start someplace-"
"Where are you're bodyguards?" Ron interrupted.
Malfoy gave him a weird look. "What?"
"You know-Crabbe and Goyle."
"They're dead." He answered bluntly.
"Hey, we've got a start!" Harry exclaimed sarcastically. "We've got to make conversation." He shrugged and rolled his eyes at the stares he drew.
Malfoy snorted. "You guys are fakes. You're all going to get smothered by My Lord." He shut the door in their faces.
Ron and Hermione turned to him.
"You're crazy." Ron said.
"No, I'm not. See, even Hermione agrees with me. He's not all bad."
Hermione put her hand on Harry's shoulder. "You can't jump in like that and expect him to embrace you. He's lived with his father for his whole life. It's not like he hasn't been influenced."
"Yeah-"
"Anyways, it doesn't matter. I doubt he'll bug us again. Let's play some Exploding Snap."
***
Rose inspected herself in the mirror. Her black hair flowed freely about her shoulders and she wore blue earrings to make her eyes stand out. Rose fiddled with her "Guest" pin and readjusted it.
"You look lovely. You have a perfect nose," the mirror clucked and Rose leapt back. "Yes, we do talk."
"Er-" Rose looked nervously around for the door.
"No need to be frightened. Everyone is."
"Yea-"
"I'll say it again: you look lovely. Now go on down to the Great Hall and be your graceful self."
"I'm not graceful-"
"Oh, stop being humble." There came a soft chuckle and the mirror fell silent.
Rose blinked in confusion. "But I'm clumsy-" she muttered. She took a deep breath in, stumbled out of the bathroom and walked towards the Great Hall.
***
"Ah, thank you for arriving early. You will sit at the head table until you are sorted," Dumbledore greeted. "Tomorrow your lessons will begin."
"Oh."
He read her thoughts. "Rose I know Serverus seems daunting, but he's perfect for you. I wouldn't want him to teach you unless I had faith that he will help you. He'll make you work very hard, but that's what you need right now."
Rose twisted in lips into a thin smile. "Yeah. I guess."
"They'll be arriving any minute. Minerva has already gone out to see them."
"Oh? The students?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "YOUR classmates."
***
Rose glanced up to see a river of pupils pouring into the Hall. Those who spotted her sitting and the head table gave her a curious look and whispered to their friends. Soon most of the student population was staring at her, and Rose avoided them by turning to Dumbledore. "Who-"
"Look at them. Earn their respect." He nudged her.
She reluctantly turned back towards them. Rose watched the students file to their according tables. She eventually forced herself to tune out because of the increasing stares.
***
"ROSE!" Her dream was interrupted by hard poke in her ribs and she lazily opened her eyes. "Minerva's calling you - it's your turn to be sorted." Snape hissed into her ear.
"Oh-"
"Just GO!"
"Where-"
"TO HER!"
She grumbled and this time successfully ignored the stares. She managed a smile as she saw McGonagall's glare.
"Ahem," Dumbledore coughed. "Here is our guest. Rose Bristeman." She gingerly put on the Sorting Hat and waited for the sentence.
//"Little late, are we?" It cut into her thoughts. "Yes, yes. A little hesitant, I see. But they're just jitters. Let me see --- I think Ravenclaw would do."
"NO!"
"Oh, yes. You want Gryffindor. We all do. Well, I guess you can go there. I see your devotion to Harry, yes, yes. That's best."//
"GRYFFINDOR!" Rose squeezed her eyes as she took the hat off, dreading more stares. She lifted her head up and determinedly set off towards her table.
***
"I can't believe it!" Lavender said, awed. Rose had just finished telling her story. Well, her MODIFIED story. She left out the part about the book, telling her new friends that she had found herself in a field without any explanation.
"You really were transported here?"
"DUH, Paravarti." Lavender answered.
"How long have you been here?"
Rose thought for a second. She wanted her familiarity with rules and names to seem realistic, but she didn't want to make it seemed like she had been at Hogwarts long enough to have questions asked. "Five days."
"You all really should get to sleep," Hermione cut in. The other girls groaned, but Rose appreciated the stop of her interrogation.
She climbed into her bed and fell asleep to beat of her own thoughts.
"My Lord!"
"What have you found?!?!"
"Her name is Rose Bristeman, My Lord. She is in Gryffindor."
"Why is she there?"
"I do not know, Master."
"Crucio!"
"Sh-Sh-she is there perhaps because they think she has potential-"
"Crucio!"
"Aah! Please, please-"
"Next time have REAL information. Find out with whom her loyalties lie and give me a report on her progress. How is she going to be trained?"
"Privately, My Lord. By Snape."
"The traitor," the voice paused in anger, "--- Crucio!"
Author's Notes: O.K., now the next chapter will come when the next review comes, well as soon as I can write. I hope you liked it. I worked hard! R+R!