The Christian that went to Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Please make all Checks out to JK Rowling. I am nothing more then a Fan. :-)
Authors note: I am all Authors noted out for now. just read the bloomin story.
Chapter Six: Potions Pottery and Pancakes
Ariana sat in the great hall the next morning between Michelle and Sarah, idly discussing their schedules. First up was Double Potions, Followed immediately by Transfiguration, History of Magic and Charms.
"I've heard History of Magic is bloody torture." Michelle Commented, looking serious, for once. "Me older Sister, Amy couldn't stand that class. said she liked Magical History before Binns."
Sarah cocked an eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah, my Mum was telling me about him. she said he was a ghost professor when she was here. say's he dances around on a subject for weeks before getting to the point."
"Well I personally can't wait for Potions." the Bear faced girl from the previous night grinned. "I hear Professor Snape is Brilliant....and that he tortures the Gryffindors?"
"Tortures?" Ariana asked quickly, looking at the girl with wide eyes.
"well, not really, you see. but he definitely doesn't like 'em." she smirked. "Apparently some grudge between houses back when he was a student. that damn potter."
"Potter?" Ariana asked. she was getting good at asking a question with only a single word.
"Some bloke that got 'imself blown up by the dark Lord." the girl smirked. "and before you ask, The dark Lord was the most powerful wizard in a century. came ruddy close to completely taking over the wizarding world. Hated Muggles. 'parently 'is da was one, and, well, lets just say 'is da isn't alive any longer."
"I don't know you." Ariana, Feeling bold, held out her hand to the bear faced girl. "I'm Ariana."
"That you are." the bear faced girl looked sourly at Ariana's hand. "I'm Kristen. I don't like being touched."
"oh." Ariana quickly withdrew her hand and looked at the girl. "So, this bloke, The Dark...wizard. what happened to him?"
"see that scrawny 6th year o'er there?" Kristen pointed at the Gryffindor table, to a boy with black hair and round glasses. " 'es the son of Potter, 'arry. when the Dark Lord killed 'arry's Parents, he tried to Kill 'arry as well. Make it clean, you see. so, 'e takes 'is wand, says the curse..." she adds in an undertone "Advara kedarva" then returned to her normal voice. "the spell 'its 'arry, bounces off, and blows the dark Lord to 'ell. most said he died. Course, we know bet'er, don't we Michelle?"
"O'Course." Michelle Grinned. "and we were proven right last year. The Dark Lord Came back, and had a huge Row in the Ministry of Magic." she giggled. "Imagine the look on that dolt Fudge's face, when he say the Dark Lord rise again...and before you ask" Michelle caught Ariana before her mouth opened. "Fudge is the Minister of Magic. bumbling idiot, if you ask me. my dog would be a better minister then Fudge"
"you've a dog?" Ariana asked, smiling.
"Yeah, a Rottweiler named Snuggles. Mutt'll rip your arm off if you get too close, just because he can....well, except for me. he likes me."
"I have a Dalmatian. the definition of Hyperactivity." Ariana smiled.
"Really?" Michelle looked intrigued.
"Yep. named Splots"
"I figured you would have a poodle."
"A poodle?" Ariana raised an eyebrow.
"yeah, you know, a scrawny little pink poodle?"
"why would I have a pink poodle?" Ariana pressed.
"well, I've seen Christians on TV, your lot are always wearing too much makeup, carrying a tiny pink poodle and crying over some 'poor lost soul that was saved.'" Michelle smirked.
"Not All Christians are like that." Ariana narrowed her eyes, insulted.
"but thats what they portray on the Tele."
"yeah, and they portray witches as ugly old women with pointy hats calling down curses on innocent children. what's on the Television isn't always reality!"
"Woah, Ariana, calm down" Sarah attempted. "She didn't mean anything by it."
"well, maybe you lot should think about what you're saying before you say it."
once more Ariana stood to her feet, and left the Great hall annoyed.
"Actually, I did." Michelle smirked at Sarah.
"I know." Sarah returned. "But it wouldn't have helped matters."
--
In potions, Ariana brooded over in the corner of the room, near the back, while Michelle, Sarah and Kristen stood near the front, quietly discussing an occurrence in the hallway on the way to class, where a student in his fifth year ran screaming down the hallway, wearing only his cloak and hat, screaming about O.W.L.S.
"There will be no foolish Wand waving or Silly incantations in this classroom." Professor Snape swept into the classroom, the door closing immediately behind him. Facing away from them, into a simmering cauldron at the front of the class, continued. "As Such, I hardly expect many of you to believe this is Magic. Many of you will fail to recognize the beauty of a simmering potion, the Sheer Power separate ingredients have when combined into one." He paused as he turned to face the class. "With this in Mind, I can lead you down the path of a Potions Master. You will be exposed to the most important potions that exist, in this class. you can choose, as many have done, to Ignore what you have learned, and attempt later to throw a potion together, and create a Poison in place of a healing potion; or you may be of the select few that will be able to concoct the most difficult of potions. To Brew Fame, Bottle Glory, or even Put a Stopper in death."
He looked around the classroom Triumphantly, casually catching Ariana's eye as he did so. "as a Professor, I offer each of you my Knowledge. accept or reject it, I except each student to do exceptional in my class, or face the consequences."
it was not a threat.
It was a promise.
--
"what a Git!" a Gryffindor cursed as the class filed from the potions room several hours later. "He took points from Gryffindor, for Jeremy chewing gum!"
"After he explained that chewing gum in potions class had the potential to be deadly." Michelle threw back.
the Gryffindor fell silent, and kept walking.
"I personally liked the class." Ariana smiled slyly.
"You? little miss Christian?" Kristen asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. I mean, think about it...what's the difference between medicine and a potion?"
Michelle cocked her head at Ariana. "one's muggle and one's wizard?"
"other then that...they're the same things."
"unless you're making a potion to make you sprout wings. muggle medicine doesn't have that."
"you know what I mean." Ariana replied.
"Do I?" Kristen asked.
"yes. Yes you do."
--
"you're professor McGonagall!"
"Very observant, Miss Azivedo. please take your seat"
"But..."
"Now, Miss Azivedo. Or I'll be forced to Transfigure you into a chair."
Ariana quickly sat down, staring at her Transfiguration professor. the young girl couldn't wait for class to end.
-
"Can I help you with something Miss Azivedo?" McGonagall asked, putting a box of matches back in her desk.
Ariana stepped forward. "yes, as a matter of fact you can." she began quickly, but immediately slowed down. "Professor, could there have been a mistake? why did I get a letter from Hogwarts?"
"Have a seat, Miss Azivedo." Minerva immediately replied.
"I'd rather Stand."
"But instead you will listen to me, and Have a Seat." Minerva cocked an eyebrow behind her square glasses.
"Yes Professor." Ariana sat down, placing her books on her lap.
"Now. Miss Azivedo, I am about to say something, and I want you to listen carefully so that you understand it.
Hogwarts does Not make Mistakes. No one receives a letter that should not receive one."
"But I'm..."
"You did not Listen, Miss Azivedo. There has been no Mistake. you are here, because you are meant to be here. if you were not meant for this school, you would have never received a letter."
Ariana looked silently at her Professor for a moment, letting the words slowly sink in.
"So, I'm not a Muggle."
"No. you're not." Minerva replied. "You are a witch, and have been one since birth. it's not something to be ashamed of."
"For a Christian it is." Ariana quietly remarked.
"From a Christian point of view, You can view your powers as a gift from God. given to you to help others. not all witches are evil miss Azivedo. you will do good to remember that."
the young brunette turned her head to face her professor. "but Christians don't accept wit...us."
"your Father does." McGonagall returned. "and the only Christians that don't, are close-minded, and not worth the trouble. One thing you need to realize, is that Religion doesn't matter. the students that fill the corridors are Christian. they're Buddhist. they're Roman Catholic, Hindi and Shaman. all united by a common trait. they were all born with a gift. you aren't an outsider, no matter how much of one you feel. from the teachers table, we see neither Christian or even Satanist. we see a sea of faces eager to learn. Eager to develop the gift they were born with. Realize that, and your years at Hogwarts very well could be the best of your life."
"Thank you." Ariana smiled, then nodded and raced off to her next class.
Authors Note: First off, to all my beloved fans (and the mean people that flamed me), I attempted to add more detail and show that Ariana is only sticking out like a sore thumb because she chooses to. throughout the entire chapter I tried to hint as to what was coming with her conversation between her and McGonagall; but you picked up on those, right?
To Greenvines and the others who so lovingly reminded me that it was cruel and heartless to write a chapter dedicated to writers block: yeah I know...sorry...just wanted to let ppl know what was going on in my world.
To Corti; even though you sounded exactly like my boyfriend with your post, I would like to thank you, for saying all the things I needed to but didn't feel like. I also appreciate the insights reviewers are giving, after all, the more you let me know about my writing, the better it can get.
(SPG: go read my story!)
um, you haven't posted one.
(SPG: I wasn't talking to them, I was talking to you! either go read it, or I'll curse you into oblivion!)
Ah Ah Ah...Three fold law...
(SPG: GOD DAMN IT! *starts flipping through lawbook* must...find...loophole!!! I'll take this to the council!)
didn't you already try that?
(SPG: that was different. they didn't want to accept my proposal due to a technicality.)
Being born didn't count as severe enough to constitute cursing someone into oblivion?
(SPG: for some reason, no. but I'm sure I can find a loophole SOMEWHERE. *falls silent* I should be a lawyer.)
Disclaimer: Please make all Checks out to JK Rowling. I am nothing more then a Fan. :-)
Authors note: I am all Authors noted out for now. just read the bloomin story.
Chapter Six: Potions Pottery and Pancakes
Ariana sat in the great hall the next morning between Michelle and Sarah, idly discussing their schedules. First up was Double Potions, Followed immediately by Transfiguration, History of Magic and Charms.
"I've heard History of Magic is bloody torture." Michelle Commented, looking serious, for once. "Me older Sister, Amy couldn't stand that class. said she liked Magical History before Binns."
Sarah cocked an eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah, my Mum was telling me about him. she said he was a ghost professor when she was here. say's he dances around on a subject for weeks before getting to the point."
"Well I personally can't wait for Potions." the Bear faced girl from the previous night grinned. "I hear Professor Snape is Brilliant....and that he tortures the Gryffindors?"
"Tortures?" Ariana asked quickly, looking at the girl with wide eyes.
"well, not really, you see. but he definitely doesn't like 'em." she smirked. "Apparently some grudge between houses back when he was a student. that damn potter."
"Potter?" Ariana asked. she was getting good at asking a question with only a single word.
"Some bloke that got 'imself blown up by the dark Lord." the girl smirked. "and before you ask, The dark Lord was the most powerful wizard in a century. came ruddy close to completely taking over the wizarding world. Hated Muggles. 'parently 'is da was one, and, well, lets just say 'is da isn't alive any longer."
"I don't know you." Ariana, Feeling bold, held out her hand to the bear faced girl. "I'm Ariana."
"That you are." the bear faced girl looked sourly at Ariana's hand. "I'm Kristen. I don't like being touched."
"oh." Ariana quickly withdrew her hand and looked at the girl. "So, this bloke, The Dark...wizard. what happened to him?"
"see that scrawny 6th year o'er there?" Kristen pointed at the Gryffindor table, to a boy with black hair and round glasses. " 'es the son of Potter, 'arry. when the Dark Lord killed 'arry's Parents, he tried to Kill 'arry as well. Make it clean, you see. so, 'e takes 'is wand, says the curse..." she adds in an undertone "Advara kedarva" then returned to her normal voice. "the spell 'its 'arry, bounces off, and blows the dark Lord to 'ell. most said he died. Course, we know bet'er, don't we Michelle?"
"O'Course." Michelle Grinned. "and we were proven right last year. The Dark Lord Came back, and had a huge Row in the Ministry of Magic." she giggled. "Imagine the look on that dolt Fudge's face, when he say the Dark Lord rise again...and before you ask" Michelle caught Ariana before her mouth opened. "Fudge is the Minister of Magic. bumbling idiot, if you ask me. my dog would be a better minister then Fudge"
"you've a dog?" Ariana asked, smiling.
"Yeah, a Rottweiler named Snuggles. Mutt'll rip your arm off if you get too close, just because he can....well, except for me. he likes me."
"I have a Dalmatian. the definition of Hyperactivity." Ariana smiled.
"Really?" Michelle looked intrigued.
"Yep. named Splots"
"I figured you would have a poodle."
"A poodle?" Ariana raised an eyebrow.
"yeah, you know, a scrawny little pink poodle?"
"why would I have a pink poodle?" Ariana pressed.
"well, I've seen Christians on TV, your lot are always wearing too much makeup, carrying a tiny pink poodle and crying over some 'poor lost soul that was saved.'" Michelle smirked.
"Not All Christians are like that." Ariana narrowed her eyes, insulted.
"but thats what they portray on the Tele."
"yeah, and they portray witches as ugly old women with pointy hats calling down curses on innocent children. what's on the Television isn't always reality!"
"Woah, Ariana, calm down" Sarah attempted. "She didn't mean anything by it."
"well, maybe you lot should think about what you're saying before you say it."
once more Ariana stood to her feet, and left the Great hall annoyed.
"Actually, I did." Michelle smirked at Sarah.
"I know." Sarah returned. "But it wouldn't have helped matters."
--
In potions, Ariana brooded over in the corner of the room, near the back, while Michelle, Sarah and Kristen stood near the front, quietly discussing an occurrence in the hallway on the way to class, where a student in his fifth year ran screaming down the hallway, wearing only his cloak and hat, screaming about O.W.L.S.
"There will be no foolish Wand waving or Silly incantations in this classroom." Professor Snape swept into the classroom, the door closing immediately behind him. Facing away from them, into a simmering cauldron at the front of the class, continued. "As Such, I hardly expect many of you to believe this is Magic. Many of you will fail to recognize the beauty of a simmering potion, the Sheer Power separate ingredients have when combined into one." He paused as he turned to face the class. "With this in Mind, I can lead you down the path of a Potions Master. You will be exposed to the most important potions that exist, in this class. you can choose, as many have done, to Ignore what you have learned, and attempt later to throw a potion together, and create a Poison in place of a healing potion; or you may be of the select few that will be able to concoct the most difficult of potions. To Brew Fame, Bottle Glory, or even Put a Stopper in death."
He looked around the classroom Triumphantly, casually catching Ariana's eye as he did so. "as a Professor, I offer each of you my Knowledge. accept or reject it, I except each student to do exceptional in my class, or face the consequences."
it was not a threat.
It was a promise.
--
"what a Git!" a Gryffindor cursed as the class filed from the potions room several hours later. "He took points from Gryffindor, for Jeremy chewing gum!"
"After he explained that chewing gum in potions class had the potential to be deadly." Michelle threw back.
the Gryffindor fell silent, and kept walking.
"I personally liked the class." Ariana smiled slyly.
"You? little miss Christian?" Kristen asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. I mean, think about it...what's the difference between medicine and a potion?"
Michelle cocked her head at Ariana. "one's muggle and one's wizard?"
"other then that...they're the same things."
"unless you're making a potion to make you sprout wings. muggle medicine doesn't have that."
"you know what I mean." Ariana replied.
"Do I?" Kristen asked.
"yes. Yes you do."
--
"you're professor McGonagall!"
"Very observant, Miss Azivedo. please take your seat"
"But..."
"Now, Miss Azivedo. Or I'll be forced to Transfigure you into a chair."
Ariana quickly sat down, staring at her Transfiguration professor. the young girl couldn't wait for class to end.
-
"Can I help you with something Miss Azivedo?" McGonagall asked, putting a box of matches back in her desk.
Ariana stepped forward. "yes, as a matter of fact you can." she began quickly, but immediately slowed down. "Professor, could there have been a mistake? why did I get a letter from Hogwarts?"
"Have a seat, Miss Azivedo." Minerva immediately replied.
"I'd rather Stand."
"But instead you will listen to me, and Have a Seat." Minerva cocked an eyebrow behind her square glasses.
"Yes Professor." Ariana sat down, placing her books on her lap.
"Now. Miss Azivedo, I am about to say something, and I want you to listen carefully so that you understand it.
Hogwarts does Not make Mistakes. No one receives a letter that should not receive one."
"But I'm..."
"You did not Listen, Miss Azivedo. There has been no Mistake. you are here, because you are meant to be here. if you were not meant for this school, you would have never received a letter."
Ariana looked silently at her Professor for a moment, letting the words slowly sink in.
"So, I'm not a Muggle."
"No. you're not." Minerva replied. "You are a witch, and have been one since birth. it's not something to be ashamed of."
"For a Christian it is." Ariana quietly remarked.
"From a Christian point of view, You can view your powers as a gift from God. given to you to help others. not all witches are evil miss Azivedo. you will do good to remember that."
the young brunette turned her head to face her professor. "but Christians don't accept wit...us."
"your Father does." McGonagall returned. "and the only Christians that don't, are close-minded, and not worth the trouble. One thing you need to realize, is that Religion doesn't matter. the students that fill the corridors are Christian. they're Buddhist. they're Roman Catholic, Hindi and Shaman. all united by a common trait. they were all born with a gift. you aren't an outsider, no matter how much of one you feel. from the teachers table, we see neither Christian or even Satanist. we see a sea of faces eager to learn. Eager to develop the gift they were born with. Realize that, and your years at Hogwarts very well could be the best of your life."
"Thank you." Ariana smiled, then nodded and raced off to her next class.
Authors Note: First off, to all my beloved fans (and the mean people that flamed me), I attempted to add more detail and show that Ariana is only sticking out like a sore thumb because she chooses to. throughout the entire chapter I tried to hint as to what was coming with her conversation between her and McGonagall; but you picked up on those, right?
To Greenvines and the others who so lovingly reminded me that it was cruel and heartless to write a chapter dedicated to writers block: yeah I know...sorry...just wanted to let ppl know what was going on in my world.
To Corti; even though you sounded exactly like my boyfriend with your post, I would like to thank you, for saying all the things I needed to but didn't feel like. I also appreciate the insights reviewers are giving, after all, the more you let me know about my writing, the better it can get.
(SPG: go read my story!)
um, you haven't posted one.
(SPG: I wasn't talking to them, I was talking to you! either go read it, or I'll curse you into oblivion!)
Ah Ah Ah...Three fold law...
(SPG: GOD DAMN IT! *starts flipping through lawbook* must...find...loophole!!! I'll take this to the council!)
didn't you already try that?
(SPG: that was different. they didn't want to accept my proposal due to a technicality.)
Being born didn't count as severe enough to constitute cursing someone into oblivion?
(SPG: for some reason, no. but I'm sure I can find a loophole SOMEWHERE. *falls silent* I should be a lawyer.)
