American Gryffindor
Chapter 2 Disclaimer: I still don't own HP! DAMN! I mean, I am so happy -ok, anyway, I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's stuff, just the made up characters in this story, such as me.

Clare sat down in a chair, rather awkwardly, seeing as Ron and Harry had wandered off on their own. A moment later, Ron walked over with two older, identical boys with the same shock of red hair. "Clare," He said rather excitedly, "These are my brothers-George and Fred."

The boys smiled. "We've heard wot you've done to Malfoy-and we would like to induct you in the JSH-Joker's Society of Hogwarts." Ron looked just as confused as Clare. "The what?"

"The Joker's Society of Hogwarts. It's sort of a honorary club that me, Lee Jordan, and Fred came up with at the end of last term. It's sort of like a badge thing, you pull one prank, insult one enemy, etceteras, and you get in. Come up with a brill idea, invent a joke, or pull a prank, you move further up the list." Clare raised her eyebrows. Seemed rather pointless, she didn't exactly plan on pulling any actual pranks, more than the smart responses, but why not? Mean while, Ron was becoming flushed. " You've had all this and you never mentioned it to me! And I'm you brother!" "Well, you never stand up to Malfoy like she did, you just stand there turning red or threaten to fight him." Fred pointed up. Ron turned very dark red then stormed off.

"What did I-" "Don't worry about it," George said. "he'll be over it in a day." But Clare wasn't so sure. No one would like to be embarrassed like that, especially in front of new students. She knew.

The rest of the night proved uneventful, though Clare felt feeling guilty about the whole JSH event, though none of it was really her fault.

She had a restless sleep. The guilt about Ron mixed with other memories and feelings to create strange dreams and nightmares. Though one thing stood out; a feeling of despair, anger and humiliation.

She woke up early as usual the next morning, clearly remembering the feeling she had felt, not at all shocked or concerned. It had happened before, she could "dream" into peoples memories, especially if their was a pensieve anywhere near her. And, of course, it didn't happen regularly, averaging 2 or three year. Sometimes, she felt only the feelings of the memories, sometimes she saw it as the person or as an outsider.
Who though, was the boy? She pushed the thoughts back for later as she head the should of the three other girls waking. Hermione, next to her on the right, then Lavender Brown, and finally a girl called Parvati Patil.

Yawning, she changed into her uniform and slipped on her shoes to wait for Hermione. A few more minutes & both girls were down in the common room waiting for Harry and Ron. When they appeared, Ron avoided meeting her gaze, as if she would make a comment about last night. For a second she thought the dream memory was about his feelings, but no, the memory she had dreamed into went farther back then last night. It was more like 20 years.

She said nothing about last night, and then Ron would finally look at her.

At breakfast, Clare sat next to a girl named Ginny ( another one of Ron's many siblings) and a boy 9ginnny's boyfriend) Dean Thomas. Ginny was filled her in on the teachers. "McGonagall is good, she's fair but she gives tons of homework. Now Snape on the other hand is horribly unfair to Gryffindors, and he also..."
Ginny went down a long, long list about Snape's many faults and flaws, and almost every Gryffindor added on to her description. By the end of, her head was spinning.
"Oh look!" Hermione cried, "They're giving out the schedules!" And indeed "they" were. Perfectly folded squares of parchment were being dropped n to student laps by owl's. Harry was the first to open his.

"Oh no." He groaned. "Double potions with Slytherin. First class!" Ron looked aghast. "You've got to be kidding." Hermione said starkly. "Nope." Clare said, unfolding her paper. "Then we've got Transfiguration- Oh, I took that class last year- Lunch, of course, I've got Arithmancy-"

"Ooo, me too!" Hermione squealed. Ron goggled at her. "The only person I know who would take Arithmancy willingly is Hermione." "-Then Charms, and of course dinner. I won't go into detail about the rest of the schedule-you can open yours." "Ah, but it was so easy copying of you." Harry muttered. Clare raised an eyebrow and smirked, but didn't say anything.

Just then Fred and George ran up.

"Clare, we got you your-" "-JSH badge. Here." Fred tossed her a metal pin with her name engraved with her name and the title "Official JSH Member". It was a simple pin, and looked like this:



It looked suspiciously familiar. Something in Harry's memory clicked. "You got those from the Ministry of Magic!" "Wot?!" Exclaimed Ron. "No, we didn't steal them, we bought them." "From who?" said Hermione adamantly. "Dung-Mungdungus Fletcher." "He, he is a thief! That's illegal-" "Oh, don't have a fit Hermione," said Fred, looking a bit peeved. "Besides, the Ministry has tons. Oh, and Clare?" "Yes?" "I wouldn't advise wearing that in class-most of the teacher her are-" "Not exactly slow." They winked and walked off.

"So," Harry said slowly, gathering his things from the bench, "What is the 'JSH'?" "The Joker's Society of Hogwarts."

"Lot more worth while then Spew if you ask me." Ron muttered. "What did you just say! S.P.E.W. is MUCH more worthwhile then some stupid 'Joker's Society'." Clare looked a little hurt but the look was swiped off her face when she asked "What is S.P.E.W.?" "It's an organization I founded for the rights of House Elves-you know that they are very poorly treated." "Oh, house elves? They have rights in the States. Well, basic rights of course. They can't vote, however. And we don't force them to do things, a house elf will stay with a family if it wants, to, and we can't beat it or hurt it at all. Though I don't think they have as much rights here-my little sister told me a story that her pen pal, Fleur Delacour told her about some girl at Hogwarts who tried to literally force the house elves to go free by knitting things and sending them to the unwary elves-I can't remember her name though, I think it started with an H, like Hannah or something."
Hermione blushed and said nothing more of the subject, while Ron and Harry snickered quietly, trying not to be noticed.