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Disclaimer; Let's be honest, if I were JKR would I be writing fan fics? Hell no! I'd be writing book six!
Nostalgie
Chapter 2
Harry, Ron and Hermione had been back at school a week. In their eyes, it had been an unusually quiet week. Voldermort had yet to strike which unnerved them immensely but as Hermione had pointed out, so many people were looking out for his movements, he would have to be careful.
It was a warm September evening in the Gryffindor common room where Harry and Ron sat playing a particularly violent game of wizard chess. For once Ron was not doing so well, he seemed pre-occupied and having taking a swiftly calculated move he casually asked,
"Where's Hermione? I haven't seen her since she went to talk to McGonagall at dinner"
"Don't know. Anyway, she's only been gone 15 minutes!" Harry said exasperated.
"Yeah, but what with the whole.you-know-who thing" Ron still couldn't bring himself to say Voldermort despite Hermione's incessant attempts. "We should be looking out for each other."
"Oh.OK." Harry replied, a smile playing on his lips whilst Ron looked around the common room, completely oblivious.
They returned to their game in which Harry was coming close to winning when the portrait swung forward and Hermione came bustling through, levitating a trunk and in a deep discussion with a blond girl Harry had never seen before. But since beating Ron at Wizards chess was too good an opportunity to miss, Harry focussed all his energy and concentration to his next, once- in-a-life-time-chance, vital move.
"Ah, there she is," Ron said turning away from the board to greet Hermione and the petite girl.
"Hey guys!" Hermione said "This is Cecile; she's a new Gryffindor Sixth year. This is Ron and Harry who I told you about."
"Hi," said Cecile looking unmistakably petrified at her new surroundings.
Harry vaguely waved a hand and muttered a "Hey" but returned to the board in careful thought.
Ron however enthusiastically put his hand out to shake the new comer "Nice to meet ya Cecile. Did you transfer from another school or something, you're the only new person we've ever had."
"Ron!" Hermione said smacking him lightly on the arm. "She's only been here a minute and you're already pummelling her with questions. You can be so rude!"
"Oh, it's OK Hermione. I was surprised you hadn't asked!" Cecile smiled. "No, I'm not a transfer, in fact I've never learnt magic before. Dumbledore told me that they must have not detected my ability when they sent out your letters. But this year they detected a mounting magical disturbance in my house and thought they should offer me a place. Well, it's not like I was going to refuse!" she laughed.
"Wow! I don't blame you," Ron remarked.
"So are you muggle born?" Hermione inquired her eyes lighting up at the thought of someone she could finally relate fully to.
"No, my mum was a witch apparently, but I never knew her. So I may as well be muggle born. Until Dumbledore sent the letter I had no idea this world existed," Cecile explained.
"Well, I better show you your room, you must be exhausted!" Hermione gushed as she steered Cecile towards the girls stairs, bidding the boys goodnight.
* * *
It was the next morning and the boys were already taking full advantage of the lavish breakfast the house elves had provided.
"I hate Mondays," Ron said, disgruntled.
"You say that every Monday, every year," Harry laughed liberally spreading marmite on his toast.
"Yeah, well I really hate this Monday."
"Hmmm.. I wonder why that is?"
Ron grunted.
"Oh yeah, I remember now, because I absolutely whipped your ass last night at chess!"
"Oh shut up! I had my mind on something else."
"Someone else more like," Harry muttered under his breath but just as Ron, eyes widening, was about to retaliate, Hermione and Cecile arrived and sat down.
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked Ron, reaching for the butter. "You look like you forgot to do that three foot Potions essay."
"What potions essay?" his eyes snapping to her face.
"The one about silencing potions..that was really important..that Snape said under no circumstances would he accept excuses.RON! You are too many things!" she said grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the entrance hall bickering further.
Harry turned to the girl opposite him whose grey eyes were squinting as she laughed at the departed pair.
Motioning to Harry, she said "What is going on with them?!"
"Nothing," Harry said looking fairly confused, having not recognised the girl from the night before.
Picking up on this she said "I'm Cecile.we met last night"
When his expression didn't change, she said "Don't worry, you looked really into that chess game thing! I'm a new student."
"Oh right! Hi, my name's Harry, Harry Potter."
Right on cue, her eyes sprang open at his full name but not for the reason he thought. Yet he did notice that her eyes did not travel to his forehead as they so commonly did when he met someone new.
"I'm sorry," she quickly said, trying to cover her slight slip of concentration, "I bet you get that all the time!"
"Yeah," he smiled at her apology and couldn't help noticing how genuine her smile. well, simply beamed.
Disclaimer; Let's be honest, if I were JKR would I be writing fan fics? Hell no! I'd be writing book six!
Nostalgie
Chapter 2
Harry, Ron and Hermione had been back at school a week. In their eyes, it had been an unusually quiet week. Voldermort had yet to strike which unnerved them immensely but as Hermione had pointed out, so many people were looking out for his movements, he would have to be careful.
It was a warm September evening in the Gryffindor common room where Harry and Ron sat playing a particularly violent game of wizard chess. For once Ron was not doing so well, he seemed pre-occupied and having taking a swiftly calculated move he casually asked,
"Where's Hermione? I haven't seen her since she went to talk to McGonagall at dinner"
"Don't know. Anyway, she's only been gone 15 minutes!" Harry said exasperated.
"Yeah, but what with the whole.you-know-who thing" Ron still couldn't bring himself to say Voldermort despite Hermione's incessant attempts. "We should be looking out for each other."
"Oh.OK." Harry replied, a smile playing on his lips whilst Ron looked around the common room, completely oblivious.
They returned to their game in which Harry was coming close to winning when the portrait swung forward and Hermione came bustling through, levitating a trunk and in a deep discussion with a blond girl Harry had never seen before. But since beating Ron at Wizards chess was too good an opportunity to miss, Harry focussed all his energy and concentration to his next, once- in-a-life-time-chance, vital move.
"Ah, there she is," Ron said turning away from the board to greet Hermione and the petite girl.
"Hey guys!" Hermione said "This is Cecile; she's a new Gryffindor Sixth year. This is Ron and Harry who I told you about."
"Hi," said Cecile looking unmistakably petrified at her new surroundings.
Harry vaguely waved a hand and muttered a "Hey" but returned to the board in careful thought.
Ron however enthusiastically put his hand out to shake the new comer "Nice to meet ya Cecile. Did you transfer from another school or something, you're the only new person we've ever had."
"Ron!" Hermione said smacking him lightly on the arm. "She's only been here a minute and you're already pummelling her with questions. You can be so rude!"
"Oh, it's OK Hermione. I was surprised you hadn't asked!" Cecile smiled. "No, I'm not a transfer, in fact I've never learnt magic before. Dumbledore told me that they must have not detected my ability when they sent out your letters. But this year they detected a mounting magical disturbance in my house and thought they should offer me a place. Well, it's not like I was going to refuse!" she laughed.
"Wow! I don't blame you," Ron remarked.
"So are you muggle born?" Hermione inquired her eyes lighting up at the thought of someone she could finally relate fully to.
"No, my mum was a witch apparently, but I never knew her. So I may as well be muggle born. Until Dumbledore sent the letter I had no idea this world existed," Cecile explained.
"Well, I better show you your room, you must be exhausted!" Hermione gushed as she steered Cecile towards the girls stairs, bidding the boys goodnight.
* * *
It was the next morning and the boys were already taking full advantage of the lavish breakfast the house elves had provided.
"I hate Mondays," Ron said, disgruntled.
"You say that every Monday, every year," Harry laughed liberally spreading marmite on his toast.
"Yeah, well I really hate this Monday."
"Hmmm.. I wonder why that is?"
Ron grunted.
"Oh yeah, I remember now, because I absolutely whipped your ass last night at chess!"
"Oh shut up! I had my mind on something else."
"Someone else more like," Harry muttered under his breath but just as Ron, eyes widening, was about to retaliate, Hermione and Cecile arrived and sat down.
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked Ron, reaching for the butter. "You look like you forgot to do that three foot Potions essay."
"What potions essay?" his eyes snapping to her face.
"The one about silencing potions..that was really important..that Snape said under no circumstances would he accept excuses.RON! You are too many things!" she said grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the entrance hall bickering further.
Harry turned to the girl opposite him whose grey eyes were squinting as she laughed at the departed pair.
Motioning to Harry, she said "What is going on with them?!"
"Nothing," Harry said looking fairly confused, having not recognised the girl from the night before.
Picking up on this she said "I'm Cecile.we met last night"
When his expression didn't change, she said "Don't worry, you looked really into that chess game thing! I'm a new student."
"Oh right! Hi, my name's Harry, Harry Potter."
Right on cue, her eyes sprang open at his full name but not for the reason he thought. Yet he did notice that her eyes did not travel to his forehead as they so commonly did when he met someone new.
"I'm sorry," she quickly said, trying to cover her slight slip of concentration, "I bet you get that all the time!"
"Yeah," he smiled at her apology and couldn't help noticing how genuine her smile. well, simply beamed.
