Note: I'm note sure is a male can be part Veela, so I just guessed it
possible! PLEASE don't kill me!
A/N: EEEK! Thanks so much for your reviews you guys! *hugs and kisses*:)!!!!!
Chapter 2
Nightfall
The sorting ceremony went surprisingly slower then usual. Ron groaned at the end of the Sorting Hat's song and watched impatiently as the awestruck first-years came through the double-doors at the end of the hall. His stomach growled with a vengeance.
One by one the newcomers were called up and sorted. Ron was surprised to see how many had gone into Slytherin. One of the kids seemed thoroughly horrorstruck at the decision. Two twins went into Gryffindor along with three chattering girls who shared quick hugs when they joined the table.
Finally Dumbledore stood up. 'Welcome First-Years to Hogwarts. Firstly I have a few announcements to make. Our caretaker Mr. Argus Filch'-he motioned to an ancient-looking man who stroked a tabby cat in his arms at the end of the hall-'has asked me once more to remind you that there will be no tolerance for magic in the corridors. Also, the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students unless accompanied by a professor or our Keeper of Keys, Rubeus Hagrid. That being the last note, other then you should all attend breakfast tomorrow morning to receive your timetables, you may begin to feast!'
Ron's eyes widened as a golden plate suddenly appeared under his folded arms. Ahead of him, all along the Gryffindor table, drumsticks, potatoes, peas and carrots all appeared. There were salads and pastas as well that made his mouth water. He immediately took a chicken wing.
Halfway through the meal, Ron noticed Harry trying to see over the heads of the other Gryffindors at the staff's table.
'Wot oo 'ookim a?' asked Ron with a mouth full of potato. Harry didn't let go of his gaze at the table.
'New Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.' he said. Ron turned his head so fast that his neck clinked.
At the table, sitting between Snape and Hagrid, was a tall man with silvery hair that hung in waves over his shoulders. There was a stud in his left ear and his nose was long and thin. A silver goatee glimmered on his chin and his eyes shone with bright silver. His robes were a pale gray trimmed with baby blue. Ron's eyes widened as he swallowed.
'Is he...' Hermione sighed behind him. 'Part Veela?'
'Looks like it.' said Harry, motioning to a dazed Hermione who was leaning against the back of the chair.
'How does that work?' murmured Ron, facing his food once more.
*
In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione sat quietly by the fire in a large, puffy chair. She seemed half-asleep and could hardly keep her eyes open. Ron found himself staring at her. His eyes wandered down to the end of the cut that was still visible on her arm. Desperate curiosity still pecked at his mind like an annoying owl.
'What do you think Professor Everest will be like?' asked Harry, pulling Ron from his trance. He recalled at the end of the feast when Professor Dumbledore had introduced the half-Veela professor.
'Not as good as Lupin, but probably pretty good.' he said. 'The girls will be obsessing over him though.' Harry nodded.
'Looks like you'll be getting a taste of your own medicine then.' he said.
'What's that supposed to mean?' asked Ron, standing up. His fists clenched but Harry only laughed.
'Don't you remember the Triwizard Tournament? Fleur Delacour?'
'Of course I remember her!' belted Ron. Hermione shifted in her chair.
'Maybe now you'll know how Hermione felt the whole time.' Ron blushed at Harry's last words.
'Don't you think we have bigger things to worry about?' snapped Ron. Harry's smile suddenly disappeared and Ron immediately regretted what he had said. 'I... I'm sorry Harry. I don't mean that.' Harry nodded.
'But it's true.' he said. 'Voldemort hasn't been heard from or about all summer and my visions have faded. I haven't felt a thing from him.' Ron nodded, not meeting Harry's big green eyes. 'Good night.' he said suddenly, standing up.
'Good night.' muttered Ron, a heavy weight of guilt and pity overtaking him.
Before he headed up the stairs, he looked back at Hermione.
*
Ron had a fit during his sleep. He tossed and turned until his eyes opened and exhaustion left him. His stomach was still full and his mind was calm. He kicked off his sheets and pulled on his orange and red slippers. Scratching the back of his neck, he quietly left the dormitory and descended the staircase to the common room.
The night was still somewhat young and embers still glowed on the fire. Ron sat in the same chair Hermione had been sitting in that evening. He leaned back and took in the last heat of the flames.
The cut on Hermione's arm was still on his mind. He also remembered the owl that had given her a letter. It seemed slightly odd that he was pitch-black and gave Hermione a letter that she wouldn't want to share with them.
'NO!' Ron started and stood quickly at the sound of the scream. Blended in with it, he could here the word: 'Crucio!' another shriek followed.
'Hermione?' Ron bolted to the right of the room and leapt up the steps in twos. As soon as his feet hit them, the folded into a slide. He took one last leap up and gripped the last rail.
'Tell me, girl!' Ron pulled himself up onto the landing that had the girl's dormitories. He pulled himself up and squinted through the dark down the indoor balcony that opened to several corridors. He heard another shriek coming from one of them.
'NO!'
'Hermione!" Ron called. He heard a wail for an answer and began to follow it.
A/N: EEEK! Thanks so much for your reviews you guys! *hugs and kisses*:)!!!!!
Chapter 2
Nightfall
The sorting ceremony went surprisingly slower then usual. Ron groaned at the end of the Sorting Hat's song and watched impatiently as the awestruck first-years came through the double-doors at the end of the hall. His stomach growled with a vengeance.
One by one the newcomers were called up and sorted. Ron was surprised to see how many had gone into Slytherin. One of the kids seemed thoroughly horrorstruck at the decision. Two twins went into Gryffindor along with three chattering girls who shared quick hugs when they joined the table.
Finally Dumbledore stood up. 'Welcome First-Years to Hogwarts. Firstly I have a few announcements to make. Our caretaker Mr. Argus Filch'-he motioned to an ancient-looking man who stroked a tabby cat in his arms at the end of the hall-'has asked me once more to remind you that there will be no tolerance for magic in the corridors. Also, the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students unless accompanied by a professor or our Keeper of Keys, Rubeus Hagrid. That being the last note, other then you should all attend breakfast tomorrow morning to receive your timetables, you may begin to feast!'
Ron's eyes widened as a golden plate suddenly appeared under his folded arms. Ahead of him, all along the Gryffindor table, drumsticks, potatoes, peas and carrots all appeared. There were salads and pastas as well that made his mouth water. He immediately took a chicken wing.
Halfway through the meal, Ron noticed Harry trying to see over the heads of the other Gryffindors at the staff's table.
'Wot oo 'ookim a?' asked Ron with a mouth full of potato. Harry didn't let go of his gaze at the table.
'New Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.' he said. Ron turned his head so fast that his neck clinked.
At the table, sitting between Snape and Hagrid, was a tall man with silvery hair that hung in waves over his shoulders. There was a stud in his left ear and his nose was long and thin. A silver goatee glimmered on his chin and his eyes shone with bright silver. His robes were a pale gray trimmed with baby blue. Ron's eyes widened as he swallowed.
'Is he...' Hermione sighed behind him. 'Part Veela?'
'Looks like it.' said Harry, motioning to a dazed Hermione who was leaning against the back of the chair.
'How does that work?' murmured Ron, facing his food once more.
*
In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione sat quietly by the fire in a large, puffy chair. She seemed half-asleep and could hardly keep her eyes open. Ron found himself staring at her. His eyes wandered down to the end of the cut that was still visible on her arm. Desperate curiosity still pecked at his mind like an annoying owl.
'What do you think Professor Everest will be like?' asked Harry, pulling Ron from his trance. He recalled at the end of the feast when Professor Dumbledore had introduced the half-Veela professor.
'Not as good as Lupin, but probably pretty good.' he said. 'The girls will be obsessing over him though.' Harry nodded.
'Looks like you'll be getting a taste of your own medicine then.' he said.
'What's that supposed to mean?' asked Ron, standing up. His fists clenched but Harry only laughed.
'Don't you remember the Triwizard Tournament? Fleur Delacour?'
'Of course I remember her!' belted Ron. Hermione shifted in her chair.
'Maybe now you'll know how Hermione felt the whole time.' Ron blushed at Harry's last words.
'Don't you think we have bigger things to worry about?' snapped Ron. Harry's smile suddenly disappeared and Ron immediately regretted what he had said. 'I... I'm sorry Harry. I don't mean that.' Harry nodded.
'But it's true.' he said. 'Voldemort hasn't been heard from or about all summer and my visions have faded. I haven't felt a thing from him.' Ron nodded, not meeting Harry's big green eyes. 'Good night.' he said suddenly, standing up.
'Good night.' muttered Ron, a heavy weight of guilt and pity overtaking him.
Before he headed up the stairs, he looked back at Hermione.
*
Ron had a fit during his sleep. He tossed and turned until his eyes opened and exhaustion left him. His stomach was still full and his mind was calm. He kicked off his sheets and pulled on his orange and red slippers. Scratching the back of his neck, he quietly left the dormitory and descended the staircase to the common room.
The night was still somewhat young and embers still glowed on the fire. Ron sat in the same chair Hermione had been sitting in that evening. He leaned back and took in the last heat of the flames.
The cut on Hermione's arm was still on his mind. He also remembered the owl that had given her a letter. It seemed slightly odd that he was pitch-black and gave Hermione a letter that she wouldn't want to share with them.
'NO!' Ron started and stood quickly at the sound of the scream. Blended in with it, he could here the word: 'Crucio!' another shriek followed.
'Hermione?' Ron bolted to the right of the room and leapt up the steps in twos. As soon as his feet hit them, the folded into a slide. He took one last leap up and gripped the last rail.
'Tell me, girl!' Ron pulled himself up onto the landing that had the girl's dormitories. He pulled himself up and squinted through the dark down the indoor balcony that opened to several corridors. He heard another shriek coming from one of them.
'NO!'
'Hermione!" Ron called. He heard a wail for an answer and began to follow it.