Chapter Three: New Acquaintances
Harry spent the night in the library. Having fallen asleep over the book he was reading. He woke up to a very upset madam Pince. She couldn't believe one of the students that remained in the school had used one of her books as a pillow. Lucky for Harry, he had fallen asleep on the spell he was looking for. So, he was able to jot it down before he was thrown out.
Harry made his way up to Gryffindor tower.
"Oh Harry dear I heard you were back at the castle but since I didn't see you I didn't believe it." The fat lady was obviously starved for companionship. Harry wasn't in the mood to stand around talking.
"Fried Chicken"
"Of course dear. In you go." The fat lady eagerly replied. The mere thought of her getting to open up was enough to shut her up.
When inside the common room Harry felt very sad. It was so dull when nobody was there to talk, or play a game, or even yell at him for disturbing his or her study session. He quickly ran upstairs to get a shower.
After he put the charm on his cast, got undressed, and got in the shower he was already late for breakfast. He quickly washed himself and got dressed in a clean set of clothes. (He wasn't going to try and put on his robes with one hand and no one to help.)
He ran down the stairs to get breakfast. To his surprise the food was just being laid out. So Harry quickly made his way to the head table to take a seat for the meal. There were many seats left vacant. So he decided he was going to be the loner today and eat at the far end where no one was seated. Just as he was sitting down there was a deafening bang.
Four laughing people came through the doors to the great hall. Harry immediately recognized Krystal and Brook Starling. But two the two others he recognize. One had very wavy dark brunette hair that was all over the place. He was wearing a silver tiara across his forehead, and he was carrying what looked like an extra change of clothing. His ears were pointed. But they were shorter and wider than Krystal's and Brook's. He was wearing a dark blue cape made of a thick material, it was held closed by a silver clasp that had a dragon on it. Underneath his cape he wore a white button down shirt and some rather comfortable looking black leather pants. He had what looked like some very comfortable black hiking boots on. At his waist he had a belt, which had a large sword, his wand, and a small leather pouch.
The other teen was wearing long, black, velvet looking, hooded cape (also held together by a sliver clasp with a dragon engraved on the front), and he had on a white button up shirt (currently unbuttoned), a pair of tight leather pants, and a pair of black boots. /What is with these guys and the whole black on white on black fashion?/ He had a red bandana tied around his for head, which allowed his dirty blond hair to fall across his eyes, giving him a very mysterious look. He carried a long staff with a dark red orb in the top end. He also had a belt in the same basic set up as his comrade, except his sword was made differently.
The four laughing teens came over and sat next to Harry.
"Hey Harry. You should have seen it. It was marvelous. Garion was walking and he tried to hit Matt. Well he missed and went falling down the stairs. It was hilarious." Brook spat through the laughter that was overpowering her.
Harry took this chance to get a better look at her. Today she was wearing the brown ankle high boots she wore yesterday, and what looked to be a brown skirt. But is you looked close enough you could see that they were actually a pair of skorts. (A/N Skorts are shorts that have extra fabric wrapped around them to make them appear to be a skirt. They are usually very short.) She had on another tight Red shirt with a collar that went half way up her neck then stopped and had very short sleeves cutting off just before the top of the shoulder. On top of this she wore a vest that was made of the same material as the skorts. It was held closed with the same clasp the boys had on their capes. Brooks hair was pulled up into a bun, which sat neatly on the back of her head. She still wore the gold tiara that came to a point but the ruby seemed different. Probably the light. Harry logically concluded. She changed the studs that were in her ears to a smaller set. She was now wearing a belt like the rest of them were. But she was also wearing a quiver filled with arrows. And she was carrying a bow when she came in. She still looks nothing like her sister. Harry thought. Even though they are dressed similarly. Brook's eyes were shining with laughter. Harry noticed that they turned upwards at the outside corners, giving them a tilted look. It was easily seen when she was smiling.
Harry then turned his attention to her older twin. Krystal was wearing the same outfit as yesterday but you could tell it was a different shirt and pants. The shirt was a slightly different style but other than that it was about the same. She was also laughing. Harry found a likeness in the two girls. When they laughed you could see the tilt of their eyes. He saw that they were often seen like this, that they were on the same humor wavelength.
"Harry this is Madison but we all him Matt." Brook said pointing to the Brunette. She pointed to the blond boy, "And this is Belgarath. But we call Bel. Guys this is Harry. Harry Potter. He actually figured out Krystal and I were sisters."
Matt had a mouthful of bagel. So he just nodded.
Bel smiled and said, "Nice to meet you Harry."
The doors to the great hall burst open again and two people walked through them. One was a very disgruntled looking Garion, and an old woman.
The four teens broke out in laughter once again. Harry had to join in the look on Garion's face was just too much for him. The old woman had a look on her face that said that she was trying to hold back a laugh. Once the staff saw what was going on and the shape of poor Garion they all burst into laughter too. After a few minuets the staff and teens calmed down Garion came and sat down next to Krystal who was at the end, closely fallowed by the old lady.
Harry now had her in full focus (eyes were continuing to worsen) he could see that she also had long pointed ears, accept hers were longer than the Teenagers. Whether it had anything to do with age he didn't know. Her eyes were an amazing color of gold, and they were tilted upward towards the out side of her eyes. She had long silver hair pulled up into a half bun on the back of her head.
She wore long green flowing robes trimmed in gold. Above that she wore a green floor length cape; the green was a lighter shade than her robes. She also wore a tiara it was gold and went striate across her forehead horizontally. In the very center of her forehead hung an emerald. She looked the part of a mentor, like Dumbledore.
"Hello my name is Sara, Professor Dumbledore told me of your little predicament. So, seeing that you've become friends with the twins here I would like to invite you to one of our study sessions. You see I'm your new Defiance Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I would like to find out what exactly you learned so far."
"Thank you very much but to tell you the truth we have hade a very bad run of luck with DADA teachers in the past. Hears our record; my 1st year the teacher died, 2nd year my teacher is currently stuck in St. Mungo's due to the fact that he had his memory permanently erased, 3rd year my teacher was absolutely outstanding, he actually knew what he was talking about, but he just so happened to be a werewolf causing him to leave the position, and last year my teacher was a death eater in disguise as the former Auror Alastor Moody, AKA Mad Eye Moody. While he plotted my death in which I narrowly escaped. Can you promise me that 1 you're not after something that is being kept safe here, 2 you're not a complete idiot and, 3 that you're not a werewolf, and 4 you're not plotting my death? If you can promise me those things I'll go to one of your study sessions." Harry was now out of breath from trying to say all of that in one breath. The entire table burst into laughter.
"Of course I can I've been teaching these 5 for the 10 years. So what makes you think that I'd be or try to do any of the things you so kindly said to me dear child. I'm a mage not a murder." The rest of the day passed by smoothly at dinner Brook came over and told Harry he was invited to Saturday's study session and that she would find him and show him where to go then. Altogether it was a good day, but Harry had just one thing that was bothering him. What did Sara mean when she said "I'm a mage not a murder."
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The rest of the week passed by. Harry was now making his way down to get some breakfast.
"Hey Harry wait up." Called a girl from behind him.
Harry turned to see Brook running up. "Hey Brook. I haven't seen ya in a while," Harry called back jovially.
"Well," she panted, " I've been at lessons."
"Hey do you want to get some breakfast with me?"
"Sure why not," she replied to Harry's invitation.
They started the walk down to the great hall in silence.
Harry broke the ice. " Why do you wear the same outfit every day?"
Brook was a bit taken aback by the question, "Well, it's like my uniform. When I was little I loved the color brown. I don't know why but it always was my favorite color."
"I don't understand. What dose that have to do with you wearing brown skorts boots and vest, with a red shirt everyday?"
"Nothing at all."
"Then why don't you just tell me?"
"What I said about them being uniforms was true," she began to explain, " Well when I was five my mum and dad were killed. Garion's and Matt's parents were killed. I don't think you figured out that they are brothers. And Bel's were too. The six of us have always been together. With Krystal and I being the youngest and Joseph being the oldest."
"How old are you?" Harry interrupted.
"We'll be fifteen on August 17th."
"Oh. Who's Joseph?"
"I don't think you met him he's the last of the group. He's the prankster of the group. Sara is always giving him punishments. He's a trip you should see him at the meeting today. Are you still coming?"
"Yes I'm coming. I was going to hunt you down after breakfast but I guess I'll just fallow you instead"
"Or you could just let me take you."
"That too."
"Well we're going easy on you today because of your arm," she said pointing to Harry's red cast. " All you get to do is watch demonstrations and tell us what you learned from each of your teachers so we know what to teach."
"Sara shouldn't have any trouble deciding. As. I explained she really doesn't have much to live up to."
"Sara? What are you talking about?"
"Sara's the professor isn't she?"
" I don't know what you mean 'cause she'll only be teaching 7th years. I'm teaching the 5th years."
"Oh I di..."
BANG
All of the sudden there was a giant explosion as the wall next to them was blown to pieces.
Harry's scar burned with pain worse than he had ever felt before. Fighting the darkness that was creeping into the corner of his eyes. He was losing the battle. He looked up trying to find Brook when he saw her. His heart almost stopped. Brook was hanging in mid-air and glowing the color of shimmering gold. He turned his head to see the last thing in the world he had expected to see, " red eyes," Harry said just above a whisper as he lost the battle of darkness, he blacked out.
Harry spent the night in the library. Having fallen asleep over the book he was reading. He woke up to a very upset madam Pince. She couldn't believe one of the students that remained in the school had used one of her books as a pillow. Lucky for Harry, he had fallen asleep on the spell he was looking for. So, he was able to jot it down before he was thrown out.
Harry made his way up to Gryffindor tower.
"Oh Harry dear I heard you were back at the castle but since I didn't see you I didn't believe it." The fat lady was obviously starved for companionship. Harry wasn't in the mood to stand around talking.
"Fried Chicken"
"Of course dear. In you go." The fat lady eagerly replied. The mere thought of her getting to open up was enough to shut her up.
When inside the common room Harry felt very sad. It was so dull when nobody was there to talk, or play a game, or even yell at him for disturbing his or her study session. He quickly ran upstairs to get a shower.
After he put the charm on his cast, got undressed, and got in the shower he was already late for breakfast. He quickly washed himself and got dressed in a clean set of clothes. (He wasn't going to try and put on his robes with one hand and no one to help.)
He ran down the stairs to get breakfast. To his surprise the food was just being laid out. So Harry quickly made his way to the head table to take a seat for the meal. There were many seats left vacant. So he decided he was going to be the loner today and eat at the far end where no one was seated. Just as he was sitting down there was a deafening bang.
Four laughing people came through the doors to the great hall. Harry immediately recognized Krystal and Brook Starling. But two the two others he recognize. One had very wavy dark brunette hair that was all over the place. He was wearing a silver tiara across his forehead, and he was carrying what looked like an extra change of clothing. His ears were pointed. But they were shorter and wider than Krystal's and Brook's. He was wearing a dark blue cape made of a thick material, it was held closed by a silver clasp that had a dragon on it. Underneath his cape he wore a white button down shirt and some rather comfortable looking black leather pants. He had what looked like some very comfortable black hiking boots on. At his waist he had a belt, which had a large sword, his wand, and a small leather pouch.
The other teen was wearing long, black, velvet looking, hooded cape (also held together by a sliver clasp with a dragon engraved on the front), and he had on a white button up shirt (currently unbuttoned), a pair of tight leather pants, and a pair of black boots. /What is with these guys and the whole black on white on black fashion?/ He had a red bandana tied around his for head, which allowed his dirty blond hair to fall across his eyes, giving him a very mysterious look. He carried a long staff with a dark red orb in the top end. He also had a belt in the same basic set up as his comrade, except his sword was made differently.
The four laughing teens came over and sat next to Harry.
"Hey Harry. You should have seen it. It was marvelous. Garion was walking and he tried to hit Matt. Well he missed and went falling down the stairs. It was hilarious." Brook spat through the laughter that was overpowering her.
Harry took this chance to get a better look at her. Today she was wearing the brown ankle high boots she wore yesterday, and what looked to be a brown skirt. But is you looked close enough you could see that they were actually a pair of skorts. (A/N Skorts are shorts that have extra fabric wrapped around them to make them appear to be a skirt. They are usually very short.) She had on another tight Red shirt with a collar that went half way up her neck then stopped and had very short sleeves cutting off just before the top of the shoulder. On top of this she wore a vest that was made of the same material as the skorts. It was held closed with the same clasp the boys had on their capes. Brooks hair was pulled up into a bun, which sat neatly on the back of her head. She still wore the gold tiara that came to a point but the ruby seemed different. Probably the light. Harry logically concluded. She changed the studs that were in her ears to a smaller set. She was now wearing a belt like the rest of them were. But she was also wearing a quiver filled with arrows. And she was carrying a bow when she came in. She still looks nothing like her sister. Harry thought. Even though they are dressed similarly. Brook's eyes were shining with laughter. Harry noticed that they turned upwards at the outside corners, giving them a tilted look. It was easily seen when she was smiling.
Harry then turned his attention to her older twin. Krystal was wearing the same outfit as yesterday but you could tell it was a different shirt and pants. The shirt was a slightly different style but other than that it was about the same. She was also laughing. Harry found a likeness in the two girls. When they laughed you could see the tilt of their eyes. He saw that they were often seen like this, that they were on the same humor wavelength.
"Harry this is Madison but we all him Matt." Brook said pointing to the Brunette. She pointed to the blond boy, "And this is Belgarath. But we call Bel. Guys this is Harry. Harry Potter. He actually figured out Krystal and I were sisters."
Matt had a mouthful of bagel. So he just nodded.
Bel smiled and said, "Nice to meet you Harry."
The doors to the great hall burst open again and two people walked through them. One was a very disgruntled looking Garion, and an old woman.
The four teens broke out in laughter once again. Harry had to join in the look on Garion's face was just too much for him. The old woman had a look on her face that said that she was trying to hold back a laugh. Once the staff saw what was going on and the shape of poor Garion they all burst into laughter too. After a few minuets the staff and teens calmed down Garion came and sat down next to Krystal who was at the end, closely fallowed by the old lady.
Harry now had her in full focus (eyes were continuing to worsen) he could see that she also had long pointed ears, accept hers were longer than the Teenagers. Whether it had anything to do with age he didn't know. Her eyes were an amazing color of gold, and they were tilted upward towards the out side of her eyes. She had long silver hair pulled up into a half bun on the back of her head.
She wore long green flowing robes trimmed in gold. Above that she wore a green floor length cape; the green was a lighter shade than her robes. She also wore a tiara it was gold and went striate across her forehead horizontally. In the very center of her forehead hung an emerald. She looked the part of a mentor, like Dumbledore.
"Hello my name is Sara, Professor Dumbledore told me of your little predicament. So, seeing that you've become friends with the twins here I would like to invite you to one of our study sessions. You see I'm your new Defiance Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I would like to find out what exactly you learned so far."
"Thank you very much but to tell you the truth we have hade a very bad run of luck with DADA teachers in the past. Hears our record; my 1st year the teacher died, 2nd year my teacher is currently stuck in St. Mungo's due to the fact that he had his memory permanently erased, 3rd year my teacher was absolutely outstanding, he actually knew what he was talking about, but he just so happened to be a werewolf causing him to leave the position, and last year my teacher was a death eater in disguise as the former Auror Alastor Moody, AKA Mad Eye Moody. While he plotted my death in which I narrowly escaped. Can you promise me that 1 you're not after something that is being kept safe here, 2 you're not a complete idiot and, 3 that you're not a werewolf, and 4 you're not plotting my death? If you can promise me those things I'll go to one of your study sessions." Harry was now out of breath from trying to say all of that in one breath. The entire table burst into laughter.
"Of course I can I've been teaching these 5 for the 10 years. So what makes you think that I'd be or try to do any of the things you so kindly said to me dear child. I'm a mage not a murder." The rest of the day passed by smoothly at dinner Brook came over and told Harry he was invited to Saturday's study session and that she would find him and show him where to go then. Altogether it was a good day, but Harry had just one thing that was bothering him. What did Sara mean when she said "I'm a mage not a murder."
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The rest of the week passed by. Harry was now making his way down to get some breakfast.
"Hey Harry wait up." Called a girl from behind him.
Harry turned to see Brook running up. "Hey Brook. I haven't seen ya in a while," Harry called back jovially.
"Well," she panted, " I've been at lessons."
"Hey do you want to get some breakfast with me?"
"Sure why not," she replied to Harry's invitation.
They started the walk down to the great hall in silence.
Harry broke the ice. " Why do you wear the same outfit every day?"
Brook was a bit taken aback by the question, "Well, it's like my uniform. When I was little I loved the color brown. I don't know why but it always was my favorite color."
"I don't understand. What dose that have to do with you wearing brown skorts boots and vest, with a red shirt everyday?"
"Nothing at all."
"Then why don't you just tell me?"
"What I said about them being uniforms was true," she began to explain, " Well when I was five my mum and dad were killed. Garion's and Matt's parents were killed. I don't think you figured out that they are brothers. And Bel's were too. The six of us have always been together. With Krystal and I being the youngest and Joseph being the oldest."
"How old are you?" Harry interrupted.
"We'll be fifteen on August 17th."
"Oh. Who's Joseph?"
"I don't think you met him he's the last of the group. He's the prankster of the group. Sara is always giving him punishments. He's a trip you should see him at the meeting today. Are you still coming?"
"Yes I'm coming. I was going to hunt you down after breakfast but I guess I'll just fallow you instead"
"Or you could just let me take you."
"That too."
"Well we're going easy on you today because of your arm," she said pointing to Harry's red cast. " All you get to do is watch demonstrations and tell us what you learned from each of your teachers so we know what to teach."
"Sara shouldn't have any trouble deciding. As. I explained she really doesn't have much to live up to."
"Sara? What are you talking about?"
"Sara's the professor isn't she?"
" I don't know what you mean 'cause she'll only be teaching 7th years. I'm teaching the 5th years."
"Oh I di..."
BANG
All of the sudden there was a giant explosion as the wall next to them was blown to pieces.
Harry's scar burned with pain worse than he had ever felt before. Fighting the darkness that was creeping into the corner of his eyes. He was losing the battle. He looked up trying to find Brook when he saw her. His heart almost stopped. Brook was hanging in mid-air and glowing the color of shimmering gold. He turned his head to see the last thing in the world he had expected to see, " red eyes," Harry said just above a whisper as he lost the battle of darkness, he blacked out.