Twists and Turns in the Night
A/N:: Okay. HaHA! Thanks for the comments. I would also like to thank my friends and JK Rowling for writing such a wonderful original story! If you like and want me to keep on, please leave comments. Any suggestions? Instant message me at helloscoobie. Thanks again! ~*The Real Ami*~
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Ami bit her bottom lip as a mysterious person, cloaked in darkness, descended into the dungeon. Her legs were lead against the stone floor, and she almost forgot to breathe, let alone move. She had no idea what kind of strange person would roam around in the dark hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the night before the first day of classes. Wait.she was roaming like that.
As the mysterious figure neared the bottom of the stairs, something odd happened. Whoever this mysterious, scary figure was, he or she wasn't very scary or mysterious at all. This figure tripped and bowled down the stairs, creating a loud * thud * when the ball of body met the stone floor. This definitely helped Ami forget she was cowering in the corner. A snicker escaped her mouth followed by a good hearty laugh. After that feeling of shameless laughter escaped, she realized that whoever it was had ceased any movement whatsoever. She then rushed over to help with a new feeling of worry over this person she didn't even know of and his (she had gotten close enough to realize he didn't lack the.uh.assets.of a her) clumsy streak. She could definitely identify with that quality, as she had fallen out of the train after her arrival at the Hogwarts campus. When she had finally reached the boy, she gave him a shake, for she knew nothing more to do to revive him, as she had usually been the one in need of revival. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, the boy gave a jerk and quickly stood up.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't expect anyone to be around here. I'm so sorry. I'm okay though. I tend to fade off and just fall sometimes. Or forget things. And I got lost on the way back from the bathroom and this is my first night away from home and." He continued to ramble on as he fidgeted with his blue and white striped jim jams. He was fairly short with brown hair and eyes, and a fairly chubby profile. His looks went along with his apparently clumsy personality that's for sure.
"That's okay, that's okay," Ami said to calm the boy down and maybe even silence him, though she worried knocking him out again would be the best solution. "Hi, my name's Ami Dubree. I'm a first year too. What's your name?"
"Neville Longbottom," he stated matter of factly. "I've been sorted into Gryffindor. How about you?"
"Ravenclaw."
"Oh dungbidget. I was hoping you would be. That doesn't mean we can't be friends, does it? I sure hope not. Oh dear, I'm sorry I offended you with a curse word. I don't deserve to be your friend."
"Why would you ever say that?" Ami added in a surprised tone. "Everyone makes mistakes. Trust me, I've made plenty. I guarantee you we can be friends!" Sure that sounded corny, but she wasn't one to turn down any friendship, absurd or not. "Hold on a second. I thought I saw Gryffindor heading toward the tower. This is the dungeon. I thought you were trying to find your dormitory."
"T.the DUNGEON? I didn't notice! Dear me, I am lost." Apparently Neville wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. The cold clammy feeling in the air and old stone floor, walls, and ceiling should have been a dead giveaway.
Ami finally convinced Neville that they had best go upstairs if they intended to find his room for him. While heading down a long corridor, they ran into another wandering wizard. Yes, nighttime at Hogwarts was a place for many more wanderers than Ami had expected. Actually, Neville almost ran over him, for he was extremely short, but obviously an older wizard.
"Oh, hello," he said in a strangely chipper voice for so late in the evening. "I suppose you two are first years for two reasons: because I do not know of you and because you are obviously lost from the looks on your faces." Indeed, Ami and Neville were looking down upon him with mouths wide open, still amazed at his size.
"H- hi. This is Neville L- Longbottom of Gryffindor, a-and I'm Ami D- Dubree of R-Ravenclaw. We are first years and Neville got lost o-on the way from the bathroom and I was trying to help him find his way b-back." Ami was still too dumbfounded to speak correctly.
"You must have really gotten lost to get all the way down here on your way to Gryffindor, eh? What was it.Neville? Oh well, I suppose it is a big castle, especially for you small young first years. (Speak for yourself!) Lucky for you, the other professors and I just got out of a meeting, so I'm sure Professor McGonagall, who is the head of Gryffindor, would be elated to show Neville up to his dormitory. Meanwhile, I'm assuming you are a bit better with directions, so I shall let you go. You'd best go to your dormitory and get some sleep! Just to let you know though, I am Professor Flitwick, charms teacher, and head of Ravenclaw. Can't wait to see you all in class!" And with those few words, he whisked Neville off in search of a Professor McGonagall.
After taking a few seconds to absorb the short conversation with short Professor Flitwick, Ami retired to her dormitory. She spent most of the evening gazing at the ceiling of her room, dazed and confused, pondering her meeting with silly Neville Longbottom and their first conversation with Professor Flitwick. She finally drifted off to sleep not long before dawn.
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Morning came quickly at Hogwarts in Ami's opinion, at least. She was forced out of bed by Jesmyn early and was on her way to breakfast as the sun was coming into focus in the sky and the gold and yellow rays projected that it was near eight AM on the first morning of classes. Ami and Jesmyn were as excited as any first year. The two girls had heard rumors already floating around about a famous boy named Harry Potter who apparently was also a first year in Gryffindor. They figured the past was the past, however, and dismissed any thoughts of hunting him down and adding more fans to his busy schedule as it was.
As they chowed down on pancakes doused with Aunt Wendy's sap syrup, Ami recounted the events of the night to Jesmyn. She somehow managed to get around the reason she wanted to get to the dungeon in the first place, however: to see the boy she had spotted for all of a few seconds and had become captivated with at first glance.
She STILL knew nothing of him, but hoped he would be in one or many of her classes. She had figured he wasn't in Ravenclaw since she hadn't seen him that evening or earlier in the morning. She wondered why he had headed towards the dungeons. Perhaps.no.he couldn't be in Slytherin. Sure, he was headed down there, but Slytherin supposedly turned out bad witches and warlocks like.You-Know-Who and he seemed too pure and angelic to fit into that category. Or maybe it was a stretch of imagination. She would have to see.
After filling up, it was time for Ami and Jesmyn to head to their first class, which happened to be charms with Professor Flitwick of all people. As they entered the classroom their laughs were more muffled than the others were, since Ami had warned Jesmyn of Professor Flitwick's features. (especially his shortness) They quickly took seats next to one another at long tables and glanced around the room. "Who do we have this class with?" Ami asked, wondering whom she was to expect to see.
"Slytherin," added Jesmyn dryly. No first years in Ravenclaw were looking forward to meeting any of the Slytherin house.
Ami continued a small discussion about their separate outings to Diagon Alley to purchase their books while waiting for class to begin. Apparently Jesmyn had run across a house elf accompanying his master. Both girls were quite sympathetic to the cruelty of house elves in these times.
As the last of the students filed in, Ami glanced up and saw something she didn't expect. She saw the boy she had been looking for all along. He was in SLYTHERIN.
A/N:: Okay. HaHA! Thanks for the comments. I would also like to thank my friends and JK Rowling for writing such a wonderful original story! If you like and want me to keep on, please leave comments. Any suggestions? Instant message me at helloscoobie. Thanks again! ~*The Real Ami*~
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Ami bit her bottom lip as a mysterious person, cloaked in darkness, descended into the dungeon. Her legs were lead against the stone floor, and she almost forgot to breathe, let alone move. She had no idea what kind of strange person would roam around in the dark hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the night before the first day of classes. Wait.she was roaming like that.
As the mysterious figure neared the bottom of the stairs, something odd happened. Whoever this mysterious, scary figure was, he or she wasn't very scary or mysterious at all. This figure tripped and bowled down the stairs, creating a loud * thud * when the ball of body met the stone floor. This definitely helped Ami forget she was cowering in the corner. A snicker escaped her mouth followed by a good hearty laugh. After that feeling of shameless laughter escaped, she realized that whoever it was had ceased any movement whatsoever. She then rushed over to help with a new feeling of worry over this person she didn't even know of and his (she had gotten close enough to realize he didn't lack the.uh.assets.of a her) clumsy streak. She could definitely identify with that quality, as she had fallen out of the train after her arrival at the Hogwarts campus. When she had finally reached the boy, she gave him a shake, for she knew nothing more to do to revive him, as she had usually been the one in need of revival. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, the boy gave a jerk and quickly stood up.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't expect anyone to be around here. I'm so sorry. I'm okay though. I tend to fade off and just fall sometimes. Or forget things. And I got lost on the way back from the bathroom and this is my first night away from home and." He continued to ramble on as he fidgeted with his blue and white striped jim jams. He was fairly short with brown hair and eyes, and a fairly chubby profile. His looks went along with his apparently clumsy personality that's for sure.
"That's okay, that's okay," Ami said to calm the boy down and maybe even silence him, though she worried knocking him out again would be the best solution. "Hi, my name's Ami Dubree. I'm a first year too. What's your name?"
"Neville Longbottom," he stated matter of factly. "I've been sorted into Gryffindor. How about you?"
"Ravenclaw."
"Oh dungbidget. I was hoping you would be. That doesn't mean we can't be friends, does it? I sure hope not. Oh dear, I'm sorry I offended you with a curse word. I don't deserve to be your friend."
"Why would you ever say that?" Ami added in a surprised tone. "Everyone makes mistakes. Trust me, I've made plenty. I guarantee you we can be friends!" Sure that sounded corny, but she wasn't one to turn down any friendship, absurd or not. "Hold on a second. I thought I saw Gryffindor heading toward the tower. This is the dungeon. I thought you were trying to find your dormitory."
"T.the DUNGEON? I didn't notice! Dear me, I am lost." Apparently Neville wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. The cold clammy feeling in the air and old stone floor, walls, and ceiling should have been a dead giveaway.
Ami finally convinced Neville that they had best go upstairs if they intended to find his room for him. While heading down a long corridor, they ran into another wandering wizard. Yes, nighttime at Hogwarts was a place for many more wanderers than Ami had expected. Actually, Neville almost ran over him, for he was extremely short, but obviously an older wizard.
"Oh, hello," he said in a strangely chipper voice for so late in the evening. "I suppose you two are first years for two reasons: because I do not know of you and because you are obviously lost from the looks on your faces." Indeed, Ami and Neville were looking down upon him with mouths wide open, still amazed at his size.
"H- hi. This is Neville L- Longbottom of Gryffindor, a-and I'm Ami D- Dubree of R-Ravenclaw. We are first years and Neville got lost o-on the way from the bathroom and I was trying to help him find his way b-back." Ami was still too dumbfounded to speak correctly.
"You must have really gotten lost to get all the way down here on your way to Gryffindor, eh? What was it.Neville? Oh well, I suppose it is a big castle, especially for you small young first years. (Speak for yourself!) Lucky for you, the other professors and I just got out of a meeting, so I'm sure Professor McGonagall, who is the head of Gryffindor, would be elated to show Neville up to his dormitory. Meanwhile, I'm assuming you are a bit better with directions, so I shall let you go. You'd best go to your dormitory and get some sleep! Just to let you know though, I am Professor Flitwick, charms teacher, and head of Ravenclaw. Can't wait to see you all in class!" And with those few words, he whisked Neville off in search of a Professor McGonagall.
After taking a few seconds to absorb the short conversation with short Professor Flitwick, Ami retired to her dormitory. She spent most of the evening gazing at the ceiling of her room, dazed and confused, pondering her meeting with silly Neville Longbottom and their first conversation with Professor Flitwick. She finally drifted off to sleep not long before dawn.
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Morning came quickly at Hogwarts in Ami's opinion, at least. She was forced out of bed by Jesmyn early and was on her way to breakfast as the sun was coming into focus in the sky and the gold and yellow rays projected that it was near eight AM on the first morning of classes. Ami and Jesmyn were as excited as any first year. The two girls had heard rumors already floating around about a famous boy named Harry Potter who apparently was also a first year in Gryffindor. They figured the past was the past, however, and dismissed any thoughts of hunting him down and adding more fans to his busy schedule as it was.
As they chowed down on pancakes doused with Aunt Wendy's sap syrup, Ami recounted the events of the night to Jesmyn. She somehow managed to get around the reason she wanted to get to the dungeon in the first place, however: to see the boy she had spotted for all of a few seconds and had become captivated with at first glance.
She STILL knew nothing of him, but hoped he would be in one or many of her classes. She had figured he wasn't in Ravenclaw since she hadn't seen him that evening or earlier in the morning. She wondered why he had headed towards the dungeons. Perhaps.no.he couldn't be in Slytherin. Sure, he was headed down there, but Slytherin supposedly turned out bad witches and warlocks like.You-Know-Who and he seemed too pure and angelic to fit into that category. Or maybe it was a stretch of imagination. She would have to see.
After filling up, it was time for Ami and Jesmyn to head to their first class, which happened to be charms with Professor Flitwick of all people. As they entered the classroom their laughs were more muffled than the others were, since Ami had warned Jesmyn of Professor Flitwick's features. (especially his shortness) They quickly took seats next to one another at long tables and glanced around the room. "Who do we have this class with?" Ami asked, wondering whom she was to expect to see.
"Slytherin," added Jesmyn dryly. No first years in Ravenclaw were looking forward to meeting any of the Slytherin house.
Ami continued a small discussion about their separate outings to Diagon Alley to purchase their books while waiting for class to begin. Apparently Jesmyn had run across a house elf accompanying his master. Both girls were quite sympathetic to the cruelty of house elves in these times.
As the last of the students filed in, Ami glanced up and saw something she didn't expect. She saw the boy she had been looking for all along. He was in SLYTHERIN.