Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that you recognise! Everyone
else belongs to me! Wow . . . I actually own something . . . I feel
special!
Authors Note: I am SO sorry for not updating in months! I am a terrible person! Also, when re-reading it, I saw I said H/H got together in their 5th year, and we all know that isn't true, sadly.
Summery: The next generation of Witches and Wizards are finally at the age to go to the school where their parents learned it all, Hogwarts! The children of the wizards and witches we all know and love now attend the school of witchcraft and wizardry and face there own adventures and problems. RnR please!!
Couplings (of JKR's characters): H/H, R/OC, D/G
A new kind of magic
Chapter four - Defence Against The Dark Arts
"You know, that Malfoy boy, he isn't that bad!" Simon stated as he and the two girls walked away from the potions class.
"You feeling' okay there, Si'?" Emily asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes . . . but really! Andrew is pretty cool. He was supposed to be in Gryiffindor! But, his dad had bullied him into believing he would only be worth something to him if he was a Slytherin, so he pleaded with the Sorting Hat to allow him to be a Slytherin!"
"Breath Simon." Rebecca stated.
"Really? Well . . . maybe that's why Andrew had the hat on for so long." Emily said thoughtfully.
"Yeah."
"Well . . . from what I have heard about the Malfoys . . . it sounds plausible that Draco could have done that if he knew of the possibility that his son would be a Gryiffindor . . . the Slytherins are a proud people . . ." Emily trailed off as they approached the Defence Against The Dark Arts room. In the front of the room stood an elderly teacher with greying black hair which looked rather greasy.
"Welcome class to D.A.D.A. I am Professor Snape."
***
That night at dinner, the three Gryiffindors were not present at the meal.
"This is all you're fault, Simon!" Rebecca growled as she ran a sponge across the blue slime covered wall.
"How many times do I have to apologise?" Simon asked, replacing random papers on the professor's desk.
"A lot more! You owe us big time!" Emily snapped, looking around, "Oh for . . . he's not here! Let's just use magic and get the hell out of here . . . I'm starving!"
"He is probably watching from somewhere . . ." Rebecca sighed.
"Or has a minion to check in on us." Simon said, looking towards the door. Andrew Malfoy stood in the doorway nervously,
"Professor Snape told me to see if you lot were still here." He mumbled.
"Yes." Rebecca sighed, leaning against the cleaned part of the wall. "Were still here because clumsy Simon doesn't know which spell is which and proceeded to blow up a cage of Cornish pixies. Andrew bit his lip, trying not to laugh.
"Go on . . . giggle it up . . . everyone else in Gryiffindor and Ravenclaw has laughed." Emily sighed. Andrew just smiled.
"Nah . . . I won't laugh . . ."
"Hey, you're that Malfoy boy, aren't you?" Rebecca asked. Andrew nodded.
"Why . . . why did you choose to be in Slytherin?" Emily asked, tilting her head slightly.
"My dad . . . he told me . . . he said that I would betray my heritage if I was not a Slytherin. The hat . . . it wanted me as a Gryiffindor . . ." Andrew trailed off.
"You don't belong in their then. You need to talk to McGonagall. Get you placed in Gryiffindor."
"My father will disown me!"
" . . ."
"I . . . can't . . ." Andrew sighed before turning away.
***
Okay . . . I know . . . that update was soooooo short . . . but . . . eh . . . I will update more . . . I promise!!!
Authors Note: I am SO sorry for not updating in months! I am a terrible person! Also, when re-reading it, I saw I said H/H got together in their 5th year, and we all know that isn't true, sadly.
Summery: The next generation of Witches and Wizards are finally at the age to go to the school where their parents learned it all, Hogwarts! The children of the wizards and witches we all know and love now attend the school of witchcraft and wizardry and face there own adventures and problems. RnR please!!
Couplings (of JKR's characters): H/H, R/OC, D/G
A new kind of magic
Chapter four - Defence Against The Dark Arts
"You know, that Malfoy boy, he isn't that bad!" Simon stated as he and the two girls walked away from the potions class.
"You feeling' okay there, Si'?" Emily asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes . . . but really! Andrew is pretty cool. He was supposed to be in Gryiffindor! But, his dad had bullied him into believing he would only be worth something to him if he was a Slytherin, so he pleaded with the Sorting Hat to allow him to be a Slytherin!"
"Breath Simon." Rebecca stated.
"Really? Well . . . maybe that's why Andrew had the hat on for so long." Emily said thoughtfully.
"Yeah."
"Well . . . from what I have heard about the Malfoys . . . it sounds plausible that Draco could have done that if he knew of the possibility that his son would be a Gryiffindor . . . the Slytherins are a proud people . . ." Emily trailed off as they approached the Defence Against The Dark Arts room. In the front of the room stood an elderly teacher with greying black hair which looked rather greasy.
"Welcome class to D.A.D.A. I am Professor Snape."
***
That night at dinner, the three Gryiffindors were not present at the meal.
"This is all you're fault, Simon!" Rebecca growled as she ran a sponge across the blue slime covered wall.
"How many times do I have to apologise?" Simon asked, replacing random papers on the professor's desk.
"A lot more! You owe us big time!" Emily snapped, looking around, "Oh for . . . he's not here! Let's just use magic and get the hell out of here . . . I'm starving!"
"He is probably watching from somewhere . . ." Rebecca sighed.
"Or has a minion to check in on us." Simon said, looking towards the door. Andrew Malfoy stood in the doorway nervously,
"Professor Snape told me to see if you lot were still here." He mumbled.
"Yes." Rebecca sighed, leaning against the cleaned part of the wall. "Were still here because clumsy Simon doesn't know which spell is which and proceeded to blow up a cage of Cornish pixies. Andrew bit his lip, trying not to laugh.
"Go on . . . giggle it up . . . everyone else in Gryiffindor and Ravenclaw has laughed." Emily sighed. Andrew just smiled.
"Nah . . . I won't laugh . . ."
"Hey, you're that Malfoy boy, aren't you?" Rebecca asked. Andrew nodded.
"Why . . . why did you choose to be in Slytherin?" Emily asked, tilting her head slightly.
"My dad . . . he told me . . . he said that I would betray my heritage if I was not a Slytherin. The hat . . . it wanted me as a Gryiffindor . . ." Andrew trailed off.
"You don't belong in their then. You need to talk to McGonagall. Get you placed in Gryiffindor."
"My father will disown me!"
" . . ."
"I . . . can't . . ." Andrew sighed before turning away.
***
Okay . . . I know . . . that update was soooooo short . . . but . . . eh . . . I will update more . . . I promise!!!