*Obviously these aren't my characters. I own the plot that's it. Do
I have to put this in the front of every Chapter? Would J.K. Rowling really
accuse me of taking credit for HER work? I am doubting that. But it is HER
work. I only take credit for the plot.
Okay people.here's a little re-cap of what's been happening: Social Services come to the Weasley house, just as Harry is about to use floo powder. The Agent asks him some questions then leaves, Unfortunately she returns and sees Harry disappear into the fire. Harry spends a few days with the Weasleys before going to school. Neither of them can find Hermione on the train.and they think nothing of it. When the reach the school, they discover that Hermione has been cursed, by none other than Draco and his friends. Crabbe and Goyle are expelled; Draco's put in Gryffindor. Seann is named after the actor from the movie, hey I can dream can't I? He is not "snogging" Mrs. Weasley, he was being sarcastic. Harry meets Stephanie, and they begin to become friends, until he screws it up. Professor Whitlatch is a man
As soon as she got back into her dorm, Stephanie threw herself down on her bed. The only good part of the day had been the part between breakfast and math, when Seann was walking with her. She replayed the day over and over in her mind. Beginning to cry, she buried her face in her pillow. Stephanie never heard her room mate, Lydia, walk in. "Steph, are you okay?" Lydia asked her. Quickly she put her head up. This made two days in a row that she'd cried in front of a stranger. Lydia seemed nice, but the two girls didn't really know one another. "I'm fine," Stephanie said sitting up. She wiped her tears away, and smiled. "It's just one of those days." "Oh yeah," Lydia smiled, "I know how those go!" Stephanie looked around the room. "You've been decorating?" She said, changing the subject.
It was obvious that the room had been changed. There was a poster on the back of their door. It was a picture of Seth Thompson, one of the greatest football (soccer) players to come out of Hogwarts. He had actually been the Charter member of the football team. He went on to become famous, even among the muggles who had thought he emerged from no where. On the desk there were candles varying in size and photographs of Lydia and some of her friends from her home in the United States. She had changed her bed from the standard box spring, to a futon, holding red and gold pillows. She'd hung a huge mirror over the sink in the corner. "Do you like it? I can take everything down if you want." Lydia said hesitantly. "No, it's fine.that's a hot poster of Seth, where'd you get it?" Stephanie said, reaching underneath her bed to pull out a container of some of her own personal effects. "I found it at a music store in Indiana, have you ever heard of 'suncoast'?" Lydia asked, figuring Stephanie hadn't. "Nope" Stephanie grinned. "But check this out!" She held up a poster of Colin Farrell, her favorite Irish actor. "Omigosh, he's so hot!" Lydia exclaimed.
She finally got Stephanie to talk about her bad day, and gave her some advice. "Guys are stupid, Harry doesn't even know that he made you feel stupid, that was probably just his way of accepting your compliment! As for Whitlatch, He's new here, but don't worry, he'll settle in and go lax!" The two girls were so deep in conversation that they didn't even hear the door open.
"Hey, are you guys coming?" Cho asked, peeking into their room. "To what? Is it time for dinner already?" Stephanie said, not missing the surprised expression on the other girl's face. "Yeah, c'mon!" she said. So the girls stood up and stretched, looked in the mirror and followed Cho out into the hallway.
Unfortunately, Harry's day didn't go any better than Stephanie's, her roommate helped her take her mind off of the things that happened. Ron kept bringing Stephanie or Draco up, every chance he got. "So Harry, how long did it take for you to figure out Malfoy had switched your wand with Neville's?" Ron asked for the millionth time. He was referring to 4th period when Harry had "physical adaptations" with a squirrley looking teacher named professor Burwell.
Draco had switched his wand so when Harry tried to levitate a vase of roses, he flew backwords and fell on a very fat girl named Amanda. He quickly apologized, but in his head he was thanking her for her extra cushioning. He had a repeat performance of this about 6 times, before Professor Burwell took his wand away from him and sent Amanda to Madame Pomfrey to take care of her bruises. "Obviously you're doing something wrong Harry!" The professor had said to him. He made Harry try some other simpler spells; finally he realized that it was the wand, and not Harry. Neville had spent the entire class period looking for his wand, so the professor finally out one and one together, and gave the wand to Neville. "Now Harry" the professor said, "How can you not know your own wand from someone else's? Unfortunately, Harry wasn't concentrating on his studies. His mind was on Stephanie. "I'm such an idiot!" He kept saying to himself throughout the day.
Ron also continued to ask questions about Stephanie. Where she was from, what year she's in, does she have a friend. It was obvious that Hermione's new found popularity was ruining his chances with her. All Harry wanted to do was take Ron's owl, pig, and shove the hyper little bird down his throat. Unfortunately he was too nice, and too polite. Instead he answered Ron's questions sarcastically, hoping he'd get the point. Finally the dinner bell rung, and Harry was able to escape Ron for the next 45 minutes. Immediately he stood up and hurried out into the hall, trying to get a head start so he could meet up with Stephanie.
Cho led the small processional of girls into the common room. Stephanie and Lydia were still talking about the vents of the day when Stephanie ran into the back of someone else. She looked up into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. "Oh-I-I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going!" She smiled as she felt warmth rushing to her cheeks. "That's ok, I should have been watching too! I'm Tyler," the guy said, grinning at her. "I'm Stephanie." She said, checking him out. His blonde hair was gelled and spiked a little bit. He was wearing a dark green robe over khaki pants and she could tell he was built. His blue eyes seemed to hold you there, as if they were the only things supporting you.
Harry stalked into the common room, hoping to see Stephanie. Unfortunately when he got there, all he saw was Stephanie talking to some blonde guy. When the guy turned around, Harry saw that it was Tyler Johnson. A very popular member of the football team.
"Well Stephanie, can I escort you to dinner, to make up for that crash?" Tyler's half grin only made him more attractive. "I'd like that!" Stephanie grinned back. They linked arms and he escorted her out into the main hallway.
Harry watched them leave, arm in arm. Jealousy welled up inside of him, and it was a far worse feeling than anything he'd ever experienced. Worse than re-growing all the bones in his arm, worse than the excruciating pain that riddled his body in his room at home. He didn't like this feeling, and he DIDN'T like the idea of Tyler and Stephanie being that close!
Okay people.here's a little re-cap of what's been happening: Social Services come to the Weasley house, just as Harry is about to use floo powder. The Agent asks him some questions then leaves, Unfortunately she returns and sees Harry disappear into the fire. Harry spends a few days with the Weasleys before going to school. Neither of them can find Hermione on the train.and they think nothing of it. When the reach the school, they discover that Hermione has been cursed, by none other than Draco and his friends. Crabbe and Goyle are expelled; Draco's put in Gryffindor. Seann is named after the actor from the movie, hey I can dream can't I? He is not "snogging" Mrs. Weasley, he was being sarcastic. Harry meets Stephanie, and they begin to become friends, until he screws it up. Professor Whitlatch is a man
As soon as she got back into her dorm, Stephanie threw herself down on her bed. The only good part of the day had been the part between breakfast and math, when Seann was walking with her. She replayed the day over and over in her mind. Beginning to cry, she buried her face in her pillow. Stephanie never heard her room mate, Lydia, walk in. "Steph, are you okay?" Lydia asked her. Quickly she put her head up. This made two days in a row that she'd cried in front of a stranger. Lydia seemed nice, but the two girls didn't really know one another. "I'm fine," Stephanie said sitting up. She wiped her tears away, and smiled. "It's just one of those days." "Oh yeah," Lydia smiled, "I know how those go!" Stephanie looked around the room. "You've been decorating?" She said, changing the subject.
It was obvious that the room had been changed. There was a poster on the back of their door. It was a picture of Seth Thompson, one of the greatest football (soccer) players to come out of Hogwarts. He had actually been the Charter member of the football team. He went on to become famous, even among the muggles who had thought he emerged from no where. On the desk there were candles varying in size and photographs of Lydia and some of her friends from her home in the United States. She had changed her bed from the standard box spring, to a futon, holding red and gold pillows. She'd hung a huge mirror over the sink in the corner. "Do you like it? I can take everything down if you want." Lydia said hesitantly. "No, it's fine.that's a hot poster of Seth, where'd you get it?" Stephanie said, reaching underneath her bed to pull out a container of some of her own personal effects. "I found it at a music store in Indiana, have you ever heard of 'suncoast'?" Lydia asked, figuring Stephanie hadn't. "Nope" Stephanie grinned. "But check this out!" She held up a poster of Colin Farrell, her favorite Irish actor. "Omigosh, he's so hot!" Lydia exclaimed.
She finally got Stephanie to talk about her bad day, and gave her some advice. "Guys are stupid, Harry doesn't even know that he made you feel stupid, that was probably just his way of accepting your compliment! As for Whitlatch, He's new here, but don't worry, he'll settle in and go lax!" The two girls were so deep in conversation that they didn't even hear the door open.
"Hey, are you guys coming?" Cho asked, peeking into their room. "To what? Is it time for dinner already?" Stephanie said, not missing the surprised expression on the other girl's face. "Yeah, c'mon!" she said. So the girls stood up and stretched, looked in the mirror and followed Cho out into the hallway.
Unfortunately, Harry's day didn't go any better than Stephanie's, her roommate helped her take her mind off of the things that happened. Ron kept bringing Stephanie or Draco up, every chance he got. "So Harry, how long did it take for you to figure out Malfoy had switched your wand with Neville's?" Ron asked for the millionth time. He was referring to 4th period when Harry had "physical adaptations" with a squirrley looking teacher named professor Burwell.
Draco had switched his wand so when Harry tried to levitate a vase of roses, he flew backwords and fell on a very fat girl named Amanda. He quickly apologized, but in his head he was thanking her for her extra cushioning. He had a repeat performance of this about 6 times, before Professor Burwell took his wand away from him and sent Amanda to Madame Pomfrey to take care of her bruises. "Obviously you're doing something wrong Harry!" The professor had said to him. He made Harry try some other simpler spells; finally he realized that it was the wand, and not Harry. Neville had spent the entire class period looking for his wand, so the professor finally out one and one together, and gave the wand to Neville. "Now Harry" the professor said, "How can you not know your own wand from someone else's? Unfortunately, Harry wasn't concentrating on his studies. His mind was on Stephanie. "I'm such an idiot!" He kept saying to himself throughout the day.
Ron also continued to ask questions about Stephanie. Where she was from, what year she's in, does she have a friend. It was obvious that Hermione's new found popularity was ruining his chances with her. All Harry wanted to do was take Ron's owl, pig, and shove the hyper little bird down his throat. Unfortunately he was too nice, and too polite. Instead he answered Ron's questions sarcastically, hoping he'd get the point. Finally the dinner bell rung, and Harry was able to escape Ron for the next 45 minutes. Immediately he stood up and hurried out into the hall, trying to get a head start so he could meet up with Stephanie.
Cho led the small processional of girls into the common room. Stephanie and Lydia were still talking about the vents of the day when Stephanie ran into the back of someone else. She looked up into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. "Oh-I-I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going!" She smiled as she felt warmth rushing to her cheeks. "That's ok, I should have been watching too! I'm Tyler," the guy said, grinning at her. "I'm Stephanie." She said, checking him out. His blonde hair was gelled and spiked a little bit. He was wearing a dark green robe over khaki pants and she could tell he was built. His blue eyes seemed to hold you there, as if they were the only things supporting you.
Harry stalked into the common room, hoping to see Stephanie. Unfortunately when he got there, all he saw was Stephanie talking to some blonde guy. When the guy turned around, Harry saw that it was Tyler Johnson. A very popular member of the football team.
"Well Stephanie, can I escort you to dinner, to make up for that crash?" Tyler's half grin only made him more attractive. "I'd like that!" Stephanie grinned back. They linked arms and he escorted her out into the main hallway.
Harry watched them leave, arm in arm. Jealousy welled up inside of him, and it was a far worse feeling than anything he'd ever experienced. Worse than re-growing all the bones in his arm, worse than the excruciating pain that riddled his body in his room at home. He didn't like this feeling, and he DIDN'T like the idea of Tyler and Stephanie being that close!
