Oliver Wood: *comes in, holding the first chapters of this fan fic and
slams them on the desk* Not fair!
Why didn't you two put me in the first chapters?
Phoebe: Looks like someone's screaming for fame here.
Sabrina: So?
Oliver Wood: *grumbles angrily* Why am I not written in the fic?
Phoebe: Because you're boring!
Sabrina: Handsome, but boring.
Oliver Wood: Excuse me?! Give me at least ten reasons how I'm borin` ?
Phoebe: Only ten?
Oliver Wood: *grumbles something angrily*
Sabrina: Phoebe, where did you put that baseball bat?
Phoebe: it`s right here, but we don't have time for this, we need to say
the disclaimer.*takes the microphone*
Oliver Wood: *grabs the microphone* I will!
Oliver Wood: *coughs* Okay folks, this is just a fic written for fun.though
I can't really understand where's the fun in here, I mean no quidditch.
Phoebe: *pokes him*
Oliver Wood: Ow.Anyway, I repeat this fic is written just for fun by my two
dangerous but adorable fan girls. If you want to sue them for not putting
me in the first chapters, go ahead! Anyway, as to quidditch.
Sabrina: Oh.give me that baseball bat!
Phoebe: *hands it to Sabs*
Sabrina: *knocks Oliver unconscious* Forgive me, Woody.
Phoebe: Why did you do that?
Sabrina: `Cause once he starts talking about quidditch, he won't stop.
Phoebe: But where do we take him?
Sabrina: What kind of question is that?! To my room. And now let's go, this
disclaimer is long enough already!
Two sides of the mirror Chapter 3
Phoebe understood that it was impossible to write right then, so she put her notebook aside and eyed the raven haired girl. "I write down everything that comes to my mind. and sometimes I like to sketch things. I even do not know why I do it. No one ever gets to see them. I suppose that it is just a stupid habit," she said. "What is your name?"
"Sabrina, Sabrina von Ravenhorst," she replied. "You seem familiar. Have we met before?"
Phoebe shook her head: "Not as far as I can remember. How old are you? How many years have you studied in Hogwarts already?"
Sabrina glared at the younger girl and wondered who her family might be and why did she start talking to her at the first place. There was something in the girls pale face that seemed so familiar. "I am 15 years old," she said as she continued observing her. "And this is my first year in Hogwarts. I transferred from another school." The young girl gazing up to her, made her feel rather uncomfortable. Her green eyes seemed to pierce through her skin. She was nothing special actually. Her clothing seemed old and wretched and her jeans were torn from the knees. Her entire behavior was screaming that she was a muggle born- a mudblood.
Suddenly Sabrina's mind was filled with hate. Why on earth was she talking to her? She, who was pure from blood, had no business with muggle borns. Her face turned into a disgusted grimace and she looked aside. Phoebe wondered what the other girl was thinking of, but as she saw how the older girl tried to ignore her, she focused on her notebook again, but her head was empty. She took her pencil and started sketching the older girl. She peered her carefully, because she didn't want the girl to know what she was doing. Some people did not like when she drew them.
A moment later the coupe door opened again and Malfoy returned with Crabbe and Goyle. Goyle was holding his bleeding hand and whined: "When I get my hands on that rat, I'll feed it to some hideous beast or maybe I."
"Oh shut up already," Draco snapped. He sat down angrily, leaving confused Crabbe and Goyle standing up. "That Potter is going to regret his choice," Draco hissed. "He has no idea what is good for him. Associating with dirt like the Weasleys." He stared out of the window. The train reached the station. Sabrina smiled. So she wasn't the only one, who hated Potter.
Phoebe felt confused. "Is that Harry Potter a bad person?" she asked. Everyone else in the coupe stared at her like she was from another planet.
"Haven't you ever heard of Harry Potter?" Sabrina asked. Phoebe shook her head and Sabrina continued: "Then look him up in a book or something, but I warn you. That brat is not what he seems."
"Very well then," she said coldly. An awkward silence filled the coupe. Everyone tried to ignore each others looks. The train started to slow down its speed and soon it stopped in the Hogsmeade station. Phoebe was the first one to grab her sketch book and she said: "See you all around at Hogwarts then." Without looking back she rushed out. The platform was full of running children in different ages. She sighed and made her way towards a giant who was waving a lantern and shouted: "First years! All first years, please gather here!"
She looked upon the giant with astonishment. Never before had she seen anyone that big. She couldn't help it as her mouth fell open. "How can anyone be that big?" she whispered to herself.
"I was just wondering the same thing," a voice quietly said next to her. Phoebe looked to her side and saw a girl of her age glaring up at the man. She turned her gaze to Phoebe then and said offering her hand: "My name is Hermione Granger."
Phoebe shook her hands saying: "And I am Phoebe Scully."
*** The giant, named Hagrid, helped first years into boats that were going to carry them to the other side of the lake. Hermione Granger and Phoebe Scully sat into the same boat, chatting excitedly; they admired the beauty of a castle on the top of the hill, thousands of lights shining from the windows.
"Wow! That must be Hogwarts-the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Phoebe rejoiced, trying to stay balanced in their rocking boat.
"Yeah, I have read all about it from "Hogwarts-the history"," Her companion said in a-know-it-all tone.
At the same time, Hagrid was having some difficulties with one of the transferred students. "Now, miss please take a seat in that boat!" The girl shook her head furiously: "NO! I am not a first year!"
"It doesn't matter miss, get in the boat NOW!" The giant lifted the girl up as though she were a down and tried to place her in the boat, but the girl was struggling. Suddenly, she slipped and fell into the deep and cold water of the lake.
Some of the students burst out laughing as she tried to come to the surface. It was obvious that the girl couldn't swim and Hagrid reached out his hand to pull her out. The raven haired girl couldn't reach to his hand and started to get tired of keeping herself on the surface. Hagrid leaned closer, but then.the waves lapped together above her.
The laughter stopped instantly and some were afraid to even breathe. Just then an octopus` tentacle appeared out of the water, the girl in it's grasp. The creature placed her back into the boat and disappeared again.
Only now, Phoebe realized that it was the same girl she had met earlier in the coupe. "Are you all right?" She found herself asking her. Sabrina only nodded, her clothes dribbling like a waterfall.
***
Giant wooden doors opened in front of the students and they marched right in, towards a stool with an old worn hat on it.
Prof. McGonagall announced: "Now, if I call out your name, take a seat and place the hat on your head to be sorted!"
First it was a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes, named Susan Bones. As soon as the hat was placed on her head, it yelled: "Hufflepuff!" Soon it was the turn for Harry Potter to be sorted. After a long moment of thinking the hat finally sorted him into Gryffindor.
Phoebe took a deep breath, as she heard Prof. McGonagall calling out her name, and sat down. Prof. McGonagall placed the hat on her head. "Well, well, what do we have here? Another one of this outrageous family tree, that has for centuries dwelled in Slytherin. But this time I see a difference here. Slytherin would corrupt you, so let it better be GRYFFINDOR!!!"
"And the last, the fifth year student, transferred, Sabrina von Ravenhorst!" McGonagall furled the parchment. The raven haired young lady walked gracefully to the stool, her still dribbling black robe billowing. She ignored the whispers and chuckles and sat down calmly. The hat was placed on her head. "Is this some kind of kinfolk's year? Never mind.Now, Sabrina, where shall I put you? I see you're not fond of studying.are loyal and brave but.there's something else as well in your head. SLYTHERIN!!!"
It seemed to annoy Phoebe that the girl hadn't been sorted in the same house with her, though she did not know why. The first years joined with their housemates and it was the time for Dumbledore's speech.
~by Phoebe and Sabrina
Two sides of the mirror Chapter 3
Phoebe understood that it was impossible to write right then, so she put her notebook aside and eyed the raven haired girl. "I write down everything that comes to my mind. and sometimes I like to sketch things. I even do not know why I do it. No one ever gets to see them. I suppose that it is just a stupid habit," she said. "What is your name?"
"Sabrina, Sabrina von Ravenhorst," she replied. "You seem familiar. Have we met before?"
Phoebe shook her head: "Not as far as I can remember. How old are you? How many years have you studied in Hogwarts already?"
Sabrina glared at the younger girl and wondered who her family might be and why did she start talking to her at the first place. There was something in the girls pale face that seemed so familiar. "I am 15 years old," she said as she continued observing her. "And this is my first year in Hogwarts. I transferred from another school." The young girl gazing up to her, made her feel rather uncomfortable. Her green eyes seemed to pierce through her skin. She was nothing special actually. Her clothing seemed old and wretched and her jeans were torn from the knees. Her entire behavior was screaming that she was a muggle born- a mudblood.
Suddenly Sabrina's mind was filled with hate. Why on earth was she talking to her? She, who was pure from blood, had no business with muggle borns. Her face turned into a disgusted grimace and she looked aside. Phoebe wondered what the other girl was thinking of, but as she saw how the older girl tried to ignore her, she focused on her notebook again, but her head was empty. She took her pencil and started sketching the older girl. She peered her carefully, because she didn't want the girl to know what she was doing. Some people did not like when she drew them.
A moment later the coupe door opened again and Malfoy returned with Crabbe and Goyle. Goyle was holding his bleeding hand and whined: "When I get my hands on that rat, I'll feed it to some hideous beast or maybe I."
"Oh shut up already," Draco snapped. He sat down angrily, leaving confused Crabbe and Goyle standing up. "That Potter is going to regret his choice," Draco hissed. "He has no idea what is good for him. Associating with dirt like the Weasleys." He stared out of the window. The train reached the station. Sabrina smiled. So she wasn't the only one, who hated Potter.
Phoebe felt confused. "Is that Harry Potter a bad person?" she asked. Everyone else in the coupe stared at her like she was from another planet.
"Haven't you ever heard of Harry Potter?" Sabrina asked. Phoebe shook her head and Sabrina continued: "Then look him up in a book or something, but I warn you. That brat is not what he seems."
"Very well then," she said coldly. An awkward silence filled the coupe. Everyone tried to ignore each others looks. The train started to slow down its speed and soon it stopped in the Hogsmeade station. Phoebe was the first one to grab her sketch book and she said: "See you all around at Hogwarts then." Without looking back she rushed out. The platform was full of running children in different ages. She sighed and made her way towards a giant who was waving a lantern and shouted: "First years! All first years, please gather here!"
She looked upon the giant with astonishment. Never before had she seen anyone that big. She couldn't help it as her mouth fell open. "How can anyone be that big?" she whispered to herself.
"I was just wondering the same thing," a voice quietly said next to her. Phoebe looked to her side and saw a girl of her age glaring up at the man. She turned her gaze to Phoebe then and said offering her hand: "My name is Hermione Granger."
Phoebe shook her hands saying: "And I am Phoebe Scully."
*** The giant, named Hagrid, helped first years into boats that were going to carry them to the other side of the lake. Hermione Granger and Phoebe Scully sat into the same boat, chatting excitedly; they admired the beauty of a castle on the top of the hill, thousands of lights shining from the windows.
"Wow! That must be Hogwarts-the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Phoebe rejoiced, trying to stay balanced in their rocking boat.
"Yeah, I have read all about it from "Hogwarts-the history"," Her companion said in a-know-it-all tone.
At the same time, Hagrid was having some difficulties with one of the transferred students. "Now, miss please take a seat in that boat!" The girl shook her head furiously: "NO! I am not a first year!"
"It doesn't matter miss, get in the boat NOW!" The giant lifted the girl up as though she were a down and tried to place her in the boat, but the girl was struggling. Suddenly, she slipped and fell into the deep and cold water of the lake.
Some of the students burst out laughing as she tried to come to the surface. It was obvious that the girl couldn't swim and Hagrid reached out his hand to pull her out. The raven haired girl couldn't reach to his hand and started to get tired of keeping herself on the surface. Hagrid leaned closer, but then.the waves lapped together above her.
The laughter stopped instantly and some were afraid to even breathe. Just then an octopus` tentacle appeared out of the water, the girl in it's grasp. The creature placed her back into the boat and disappeared again.
Only now, Phoebe realized that it was the same girl she had met earlier in the coupe. "Are you all right?" She found herself asking her. Sabrina only nodded, her clothes dribbling like a waterfall.
***
Giant wooden doors opened in front of the students and they marched right in, towards a stool with an old worn hat on it.
Prof. McGonagall announced: "Now, if I call out your name, take a seat and place the hat on your head to be sorted!"
First it was a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes, named Susan Bones. As soon as the hat was placed on her head, it yelled: "Hufflepuff!" Soon it was the turn for Harry Potter to be sorted. After a long moment of thinking the hat finally sorted him into Gryffindor.
Phoebe took a deep breath, as she heard Prof. McGonagall calling out her name, and sat down. Prof. McGonagall placed the hat on her head. "Well, well, what do we have here? Another one of this outrageous family tree, that has for centuries dwelled in Slytherin. But this time I see a difference here. Slytherin would corrupt you, so let it better be GRYFFINDOR!!!"
"And the last, the fifth year student, transferred, Sabrina von Ravenhorst!" McGonagall furled the parchment. The raven haired young lady walked gracefully to the stool, her still dribbling black robe billowing. She ignored the whispers and chuckles and sat down calmly. The hat was placed on her head. "Is this some kind of kinfolk's year? Never mind.Now, Sabrina, where shall I put you? I see you're not fond of studying.are loyal and brave but.there's something else as well in your head. SLYTHERIN!!!"
It seemed to annoy Phoebe that the girl hadn't been sorted in the same house with her, though she did not know why. The first years joined with their housemates and it was the time for Dumbledore's speech.
~by Phoebe and Sabrina
