((Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the original idea of Harry Potter, but
since this is fanfiction.net I'm sure you must have realized that! However,
all the characters whose names you have never seen before are my original
creations making them all MINE! Mwahaha!
Author's Note: Hello every people and welcome to my first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic! Yeehaw! Anyway, I would just like you to know some important things before I let you read away. First of all, there are a lot of new and original characters in here. I hope that doesn't bother too much, but it's a bit hard to write for a character you didn't make yourself, well, for me anyway! So I have created a whole different cast alongside the usuals.
Another thing I think you should know, is that the chapters are called Parts because I'm going to focus on a bunch of specific characters' stories. Each part will be spaced out between the others and they will all flow together so that the characters end up having something to do with each other. That probably sounds really confusing right now, but as I add Parts you'll get the hang out it. Any part/chapter of the story that focuses on the Dream Team (Harry, Ron, Hermione) will be called an Interlude.
I think that's about all I can say for now. You may begin. NOW! :D))
*asterix* = emphasized word
//double slashes// = indicate thought
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Four Sides to Everything
Huffle and Puff and Blow It All Down: Part One
The wind howled loudly, the dark clouds descending as the sun had done earlier that chilly evening. Orange, red, pink and purple swirled as the charcoal grey fluff blew in to blot it all out. The clouds were dense, swollen with the rain that was impatient to fall to the ground below. Surrounded by greenery, fresh water and rock stood an ancient mass of stone and iron in the form of a large castle. Lights flickered on and off occasionally as the beings within the castle walls moved through their evening routines.
The highly achieving school of witchcraft and wizardry, more often known as Hogwarts, throbbed with life as students filed from their dorms toward the exquisite Great Hall for their dinner. Dinner at Hogwarts could be considered an event, as could any other meal in the wondrous hall where the students ate their meals. The ceiling, bewitched to mirror the sky outside, featured large clouds and occasionally flashed with lightning. As the first drops fell from the heavens outside the castle, an old man with half-moon spectacles stood from his seat, the dais he sat upon raising him to a higher level than the chattering students. The old man awaited silence, showing no sign of impatience. Four long tables' worth of eyes were directed upon him as the discussion amongst peers slowly died away to nothing.
"Good evening everyone, I would just like to announce that the fifth hallway from the left past Snape's classroom is now blocked off for students. Those of you in the Slytherin house must use the other entrance from now on. Your prefect will proceed to show you where that is after dinner has ended." As Albus Dumbledore addressed the mass of eager young people, a certain group of three exchanged glances between themselves. The old headmaster seemed to smile amongst the mass of white hair that was long enough to tuck into his belt, and cleared his throat once more for silence. "Now, as my lovely friend Madame Maxime from Beauxbatons academy would say: Bon appetite!"
With that conclusion, the entire student body turned to face the tables before them. Almost immediately after Dumbledore had sat down, the sparkling golden plates and goblets that lined the tables were filled completely with delicious smelling food and drink. Such was the norm at Hogwarts school every single student had piled their plate high. Well, almost every student.
"I don't get this whole 'hallway off-limits' thing, it's beginning to get real cliché," remarked a plain looking, brunette sitting amongst her housemates at the Hufflepuff table. She reached for her goblet and took a swallow of pumpkin juice before turning her attention to the group around her. "Seriously though, you'd think after that gigantic three-headed dog-"
"Fluffy."
"-Right, you'd think that after finding Fluffy in one of the corridors it would freak people out enough not to go wandering around random hallways! For Merlin's sake! It's Hogwarts, what are people thinking?" The brunette looked expectantly at the group around her as several of them nodded with murmurs of agreement. A smallish girl across from the brunette nodded eagerly, stuffing a forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"I think Fluffy was like that three-headed Greek dog, you know, that guarded the underwor-"
"Cerberus."
The small girl, brunette and a few others who were listening to the discussion turned their heads to stare strangely at a raven-haired individual sitting amongst them. Even though she sat hunched over her empty plate, it was obvious that she was rather tall. Her eyes were a strange kind of blue, darker than usually seen, and she appeared to be staring off into nothing. Her fork scratched circles into her golden plate, making a quiet squeaking noise that resembled the sound of nails being drawn across a chalkboard.
"Uh, Kat? Are you ok? Aren't you hungry?" The brunette questioned the other girl, giving her a strange yet concerned look. Kat gave a sigh and shook herself from her daze. Collecting her thoughts she smiled brightly and shrugged her shoulders.
"I already ate, Meredith," was her simple reply. The brunette raised her eyebrows and shook her head as she turned to the small girl across from her. Taking one quick glance at Kat to find that the black-haired girl had gone back to staring into space, she leaned further across the table. The small girl, named Tricia, followed the brunette's lead and she too leaned across the table.
"She almost failed last year, you know. Kept muttering something about Professor Snape and some kind of individual study thing on the Express at the beginning of this year," Meredith revealed, voice low and raspy. Tricia nodded understandingly as Meredith continued. "I feel horrible, but she doesn't like to ask for help and I'd hate to impose on her. I just hope she shapes up this year, after all, we are graduating."
Kat Shidou gave a soft sigh as she placed her fork down beside her place setting. Her eyes drifted slowly over to the teachers' raised dais and she narrowed them as they caught sight of a greasy looking man. He didn't really look old, just bitter considering the fact that his brow was drawn together and his shiny black eyes glared steadily at something else. Kat grumbled something inaudible and shook her head, letting her eyes wander up toward the bewitched ceiling.
//If only I could show him my formulas he'd probably give me a great mark right out!// Thought the tall Hufflepuff as she slumped back into her chair. //Just because I'm Hufflepuff, doesn't make me absolutely incompetent,// she noted to herself. The whole tendency to stereotype each house never did sit well with her, it just made things unfair. She knew plenty of extraordinarily brave people who weren't in Gryffindor besides the fact that she thought herself pretty intelligent and she definitely wasn't a Ravenclaw. //You did nearly fail though, remember?// Intoned the cynical part of the girl's subconscious. She grumbled again and crossed her arms, taking a quick look around. Her peers seemed to have forgotten her presence as they talked amongst themselves.
So perhaps she wasn't as brilliant as she thought, there were so many Hufflepuff students who would have been spectacular in any of the houses. The only example that she could think of however, was the late Cedric Diggory. Kat gave a visible shudder at the thought of the late Hufflepuff. He didn't deserve to die so harshly, everyone could agree on that at least. While the dark-haired girl year was pulled out early the year before for reasons she hadn't disclosed to anyone but the headmaster, she had followed the Tri-Wizard tournament closely through owls from school and the Daily Prophet. When the news came of Cedric's death, she hadn't believed it. It was just too awful to fathom.
The truth was, with Diggory's death and the word that Voldemort was on the move definitely instilled anxiety into both parents and students of Hogwarts. When the letters were sent out for school supplies, many families considered keeping their children at home instead of sending them away although they were quite surprised that the school was still up and running. While most students were pleased to be back, the lingering fear of the Dark Lord remained constant and discussions between peers often leaned along the Dark Arts and Death Eaters. More often than not, angry looks were thrown towards Slytherins being that their reputation was so tainted from rumours and such.
Kat blinked and lowered her head to find the majority of students already streaming out the Great Hall doors. She heard a snap from her neck and winced, rubbing it lightly with a small frown. How long had she spaced out that time? She shook her head and carefully stood from her seat. Being naturally clumsy, she was always careful around the dinner table. Standing fully upright brought the seventh year Hufflepuff to a height of five feet and ten inches. Her hair fell straight down her back and swayed a little bit as she meandered toward the entrance of the Great Hall. //Maybe I'll just get to bed, no, wait, I can't do that! I have a huge Arithmancy test! Damn!// Thought she with a sigh slumping her shoulders slightly as she reached out to push open the door.
Kat never got a chance to, however, for the other door swung open rather suddenly and quite roughly with a very loud BANG! An average sized red head stood, hand poised on the door to keep it open, her clear grey eyes narrowed into slits, an impeccably deep frown pulling the corners of her lips downward. She didn't seem to notice the Hufflepuff who was standing rather still with wide-eyes and a shocked look.
Author's Note: Hello every people and welcome to my first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic! Yeehaw! Anyway, I would just like you to know some important things before I let you read away. First of all, there are a lot of new and original characters in here. I hope that doesn't bother too much, but it's a bit hard to write for a character you didn't make yourself, well, for me anyway! So I have created a whole different cast alongside the usuals.
Another thing I think you should know, is that the chapters are called Parts because I'm going to focus on a bunch of specific characters' stories. Each part will be spaced out between the others and they will all flow together so that the characters end up having something to do with each other. That probably sounds really confusing right now, but as I add Parts you'll get the hang out it. Any part/chapter of the story that focuses on the Dream Team (Harry, Ron, Hermione) will be called an Interlude.
I think that's about all I can say for now. You may begin. NOW! :D))
*asterix* = emphasized word
//double slashes// = indicate thought
* * *
Four Sides to Everything
Huffle and Puff and Blow It All Down: Part One
The wind howled loudly, the dark clouds descending as the sun had done earlier that chilly evening. Orange, red, pink and purple swirled as the charcoal grey fluff blew in to blot it all out. The clouds were dense, swollen with the rain that was impatient to fall to the ground below. Surrounded by greenery, fresh water and rock stood an ancient mass of stone and iron in the form of a large castle. Lights flickered on and off occasionally as the beings within the castle walls moved through their evening routines.
The highly achieving school of witchcraft and wizardry, more often known as Hogwarts, throbbed with life as students filed from their dorms toward the exquisite Great Hall for their dinner. Dinner at Hogwarts could be considered an event, as could any other meal in the wondrous hall where the students ate their meals. The ceiling, bewitched to mirror the sky outside, featured large clouds and occasionally flashed with lightning. As the first drops fell from the heavens outside the castle, an old man with half-moon spectacles stood from his seat, the dais he sat upon raising him to a higher level than the chattering students. The old man awaited silence, showing no sign of impatience. Four long tables' worth of eyes were directed upon him as the discussion amongst peers slowly died away to nothing.
"Good evening everyone, I would just like to announce that the fifth hallway from the left past Snape's classroom is now blocked off for students. Those of you in the Slytherin house must use the other entrance from now on. Your prefect will proceed to show you where that is after dinner has ended." As Albus Dumbledore addressed the mass of eager young people, a certain group of three exchanged glances between themselves. The old headmaster seemed to smile amongst the mass of white hair that was long enough to tuck into his belt, and cleared his throat once more for silence. "Now, as my lovely friend Madame Maxime from Beauxbatons academy would say: Bon appetite!"
With that conclusion, the entire student body turned to face the tables before them. Almost immediately after Dumbledore had sat down, the sparkling golden plates and goblets that lined the tables were filled completely with delicious smelling food and drink. Such was the norm at Hogwarts school every single student had piled their plate high. Well, almost every student.
"I don't get this whole 'hallway off-limits' thing, it's beginning to get real cliché," remarked a plain looking, brunette sitting amongst her housemates at the Hufflepuff table. She reached for her goblet and took a swallow of pumpkin juice before turning her attention to the group around her. "Seriously though, you'd think after that gigantic three-headed dog-"
"Fluffy."
"-Right, you'd think that after finding Fluffy in one of the corridors it would freak people out enough not to go wandering around random hallways! For Merlin's sake! It's Hogwarts, what are people thinking?" The brunette looked expectantly at the group around her as several of them nodded with murmurs of agreement. A smallish girl across from the brunette nodded eagerly, stuffing a forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"I think Fluffy was like that three-headed Greek dog, you know, that guarded the underwor-"
"Cerberus."
The small girl, brunette and a few others who were listening to the discussion turned their heads to stare strangely at a raven-haired individual sitting amongst them. Even though she sat hunched over her empty plate, it was obvious that she was rather tall. Her eyes were a strange kind of blue, darker than usually seen, and she appeared to be staring off into nothing. Her fork scratched circles into her golden plate, making a quiet squeaking noise that resembled the sound of nails being drawn across a chalkboard.
"Uh, Kat? Are you ok? Aren't you hungry?" The brunette questioned the other girl, giving her a strange yet concerned look. Kat gave a sigh and shook herself from her daze. Collecting her thoughts she smiled brightly and shrugged her shoulders.
"I already ate, Meredith," was her simple reply. The brunette raised her eyebrows and shook her head as she turned to the small girl across from her. Taking one quick glance at Kat to find that the black-haired girl had gone back to staring into space, she leaned further across the table. The small girl, named Tricia, followed the brunette's lead and she too leaned across the table.
"She almost failed last year, you know. Kept muttering something about Professor Snape and some kind of individual study thing on the Express at the beginning of this year," Meredith revealed, voice low and raspy. Tricia nodded understandingly as Meredith continued. "I feel horrible, but she doesn't like to ask for help and I'd hate to impose on her. I just hope she shapes up this year, after all, we are graduating."
Kat Shidou gave a soft sigh as she placed her fork down beside her place setting. Her eyes drifted slowly over to the teachers' raised dais and she narrowed them as they caught sight of a greasy looking man. He didn't really look old, just bitter considering the fact that his brow was drawn together and his shiny black eyes glared steadily at something else. Kat grumbled something inaudible and shook her head, letting her eyes wander up toward the bewitched ceiling.
//If only I could show him my formulas he'd probably give me a great mark right out!// Thought the tall Hufflepuff as she slumped back into her chair. //Just because I'm Hufflepuff, doesn't make me absolutely incompetent,// she noted to herself. The whole tendency to stereotype each house never did sit well with her, it just made things unfair. She knew plenty of extraordinarily brave people who weren't in Gryffindor besides the fact that she thought herself pretty intelligent and she definitely wasn't a Ravenclaw. //You did nearly fail though, remember?// Intoned the cynical part of the girl's subconscious. She grumbled again and crossed her arms, taking a quick look around. Her peers seemed to have forgotten her presence as they talked amongst themselves.
So perhaps she wasn't as brilliant as she thought, there were so many Hufflepuff students who would have been spectacular in any of the houses. The only example that she could think of however, was the late Cedric Diggory. Kat gave a visible shudder at the thought of the late Hufflepuff. He didn't deserve to die so harshly, everyone could agree on that at least. While the dark-haired girl year was pulled out early the year before for reasons she hadn't disclosed to anyone but the headmaster, she had followed the Tri-Wizard tournament closely through owls from school and the Daily Prophet. When the news came of Cedric's death, she hadn't believed it. It was just too awful to fathom.
The truth was, with Diggory's death and the word that Voldemort was on the move definitely instilled anxiety into both parents and students of Hogwarts. When the letters were sent out for school supplies, many families considered keeping their children at home instead of sending them away although they were quite surprised that the school was still up and running. While most students were pleased to be back, the lingering fear of the Dark Lord remained constant and discussions between peers often leaned along the Dark Arts and Death Eaters. More often than not, angry looks were thrown towards Slytherins being that their reputation was so tainted from rumours and such.
Kat blinked and lowered her head to find the majority of students already streaming out the Great Hall doors. She heard a snap from her neck and winced, rubbing it lightly with a small frown. How long had she spaced out that time? She shook her head and carefully stood from her seat. Being naturally clumsy, she was always careful around the dinner table. Standing fully upright brought the seventh year Hufflepuff to a height of five feet and ten inches. Her hair fell straight down her back and swayed a little bit as she meandered toward the entrance of the Great Hall. //Maybe I'll just get to bed, no, wait, I can't do that! I have a huge Arithmancy test! Damn!// Thought she with a sigh slumping her shoulders slightly as she reached out to push open the door.
Kat never got a chance to, however, for the other door swung open rather suddenly and quite roughly with a very loud BANG! An average sized red head stood, hand poised on the door to keep it open, her clear grey eyes narrowed into slits, an impeccably deep frown pulling the corners of her lips downward. She didn't seem to notice the Hufflepuff who was standing rather still with wide-eyes and a shocked look.