DISCLAIMER First of all, a lot of these characters are derived from the
Harry Potter collection by J.K. Rowling, so please don't sue me for using
many of the names and places. Thank You.
"No! I'm not wearing those stupid robes even if you were to put a spell on me and force me!" Sidero Malfoy, Draco's younger sister and all around nuisance stomped her foot, "They make me look chuncky!"
"Get over it, I've had to wear the damned things for almost 5 years now, so you're wearing them if you like it or not," he spoke with his lazy drawl, yet somehow there were underlying tones for his sister. He doesn't hate his younger sister. He admits, to himself, in private, that there is a small tender spot for her, somewhere. But on this particular day she seemed to be overly whiney and he racked his brain for a spell to just force her to shut up and do as she's told. He took the robes in her size, went to the register, and paid for both of the sets of robes, his and hers.
"Look," he said as they walked to the wands store, "you don't have to worry about being the only new kid, and I don't mean just all of you first years either, Father has heard talk of fourth, fifth, and even some sixth years transferring. He has informed me that our cousin Bonamy Vertes will be transferring, so you'll have someone besides me to nag about getting lost, okay?" She merely nodded her head, as the scowl that had creased her forehead grew larger.
"Why," Sidero started, "are there so many transfers?"
"That's easy," Lucius Malfoy broke his children's gossiping, "because they know that their schools aren't good enough, and I'm sure some of them got kicked out. I prefer the former though, because the school I send my children to, and actually attended myself, must be a very good school in deed. Now, to the wands, then I have your books for this year on hold, and I believe we'll have time for a quick ice cream, at the new place. Oh dear, what is it called." The conversation stopped as the door to the wands shop opened automatically and Draco and Sidero fell in step with their father while he squinted in concentration.
"Are you sure, positively, absolutely sure that she's not switching over?" Ron Weasley exclaimed to his mother. Harry Potter, who was staying with his best friend's family for the last to weeks of summer, had just woken up and had been coming down the stairs when he'd heard the slight brawl starting between Ron and his mother.
"No, I told you I was just the opposite," Mrs. Weasley calmly stated, "I told you that I was 'sure, positively, absolutely sure' that she was switching schools. And if you didn't believe me, you can just read this letter from your Aunt Clarisse." At that she handed Ron the letter she'd been using to point in his face and tap the table for emphasis on her words. He took it and read it, then let out a grown of horrid displeasure.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
"Oh nothing at all Harry, dear," answered Mrs. Weasley, "Just that Ron's cousin Keres, a fifth year like you boys, only at Branderveel's School for Sorcerers and Such, is transferring to Hogwarts."
"Really? Then why are you so disgruntled, Ron, I thought you thought that Keres was a cool cousin?" Harry was completely lost.
"Yes, yes," replied Ron absentmindedly, "that's just it, good cousin, not so good school mate." Mrs. Weasley gave a sort of huffy whiney noise at that and went back to cooking (er, directing the magical process of cooking) breakfast. After a couple of minuets of Ron instructing Harry of Keres' oddities, Hermione Granger, who also was spending two weeks with the Weasleys, decided to grace them with her presence.
"Oh," was all she could think to say when she came into the room. She took in a glance of Ron in a purple robe, Harry sort of looking as if he'd gotten hit on the head one too many times when he was a baby, and Mrs. Weasley going berserk over a couple of burnt eggs.
"Hallo Hermione, how did you sleep last night?" Fred's gulp of a hello broke the awkward silence.
"Very well, thank you," she replied, "and you?"
"All as well as he could sleep," was George's answer, " for all the itching powder I dosed him in!" He ended that with a type of "evil maniac" kind of laugh and the group held back snorts of laughter as Mrs. Weasley looked sternly at George with her 'you won't be too happy about having to clean those sheets for me' look.
After a couple days of oddities with Fred and George's spas-matic torture of randomly chosen guests, it was time for the family and friends to head on towards Diagon Alley for their school supplies. Once they arrived, the shopping began. Harry, Ron and Hermione headed off towards Flourish and Blotts. Once they had bought their required books Harry and Ron headed for the doors, but Hermione called them back.
"This book looks really interesting!" She squealed, holding up a book for the two to see. Harry gasped when on the front was a picture of a crudely drawn banshee holding the severed head of a toad. The title read Shameless Sin by Amelia Offendort.
"Amelia Offendort?" Ron asked, equally horrified by the cover, "Wasn't she some odd 18th century banshee whom could never emit that high-pitched thing- "
"I'm surprised!" Hermione beamed at him, "You do know something!! And yes, this book is about all the things she and her fellow un-hig-pitch-emitting friends used to do for fun, and ways to undo curses and hexes. Maybe I'll be the one saving one of you this year, instead of the other way around!" She beamed at Harry and moved towards the counter.
"That girl is so odd," Ron turned to Harry, "Why couldn't she be normal?"
"She wouldn't be the same if she was," Harry shrugged and headed outside. He sat on the bench in front of Flourish and Blotts and looked around while his friend joined him. "I wonder what to do no-"Harry stopped his sentence as his eyes caught on a girl about his age with shoulder-length blonde hair and eyes as blue as the sky.
"What?" Ron asked as he tried to figure where Harry's eyes landed.
"WELL, Now I'm ready for school!" Hermione stepped out of the shop with three bags of books, only one filled with actual school books and began to walk towards The Leaky Cauldron. Harry blinked once and lost sight of the girl in the before-term crowd. He turned and followed her as Ron attempted standing without tripping, as he was now liable to do. Teenager-dom had brought great gangliness to the poor boy.
The train ride from Platform 9 ¾ was an uneventful one, and when the children got to Hogwarts grounds there were various ways to get to the castle itself. First years road the boats, traditionally, and then there were the carriages for third years, and then even the "luminous prosper," which was the name given to the overly large earthworm that happened to have eaten a light and become very bright, which was new for the fifth years to enjoy. Hagrid helped students from the train and eventually made his way over to the worm.
"All fifth years follow me! Will the first years kin'ly stand o'er ter?" Hagrid directed traffic as every unnamed year went to whatever was traditional. "'Allo Harry!" Hagrid whispered then winked. He stood tall, at his height of nearly 7 feet or so and bellowed, "Now, all yeh fifth years come an' meet Landie. This is our Luminous Prosper, and our ride to the castle." The fifth years stood back, taken aback by the giant earthworm, but each eventually took a seat on the hundreds of rows of chairs strapped to his back.
Landie, had apparently gotten in the way of a spell that was to reinstate a shrinking teacher to his regular size, and had become, in fact, 10 feet long. So he was put to work as transport, and of course was fed well, for the grounds of Hogwarts were vast and wide. Many of the fifth years, after the initial shock of the thing, had quite a lot of fun riding him. The sway somewhat like a horses canter. He also seemed to be a genuinely funny chap, spouting off jokes as he went, and keeping the students roaring. Harry turned around to speak with Ron and Hermione, who had been seated behind him and noticed that he saw Draco Malfoy's cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, but Malfoy's soft, pale hair was nowhere to be seen.
As the feast hall was filled all the new students were seated at the side of the room, and all of the other students took their seats at the appropriate tables. Everyone heard the loud clap and turned their heads towards the noise. There, Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape stood. Dumbledore made a sort of funny chuckle when Snape whispered something in his ear, and then began, "To all the new student's I congratulate you on having gotten to be a part of the best school in history," at that all the tables gave a loud cheer, Dumbledore put his hands out to silence them, "and I would like to congratulate those of you who have come back, for that simply means you passed!" Dumbledore's opening speech ran as it always did, and then the moment every student, professor, and any other random person happening to be in this place at this time, for any amount of random reasons was waiting for and looked forward to all summer. Professer McGonagall walked to one side of the room and Snape to the other. Snape went to pick up the small stool; and McGonagall, The Sorting Hat. An simultaneous breath was taken in by the whole of the crowd, as The Hat was placed on the stool. McGonagall went to Dumbledore, who handed her a roll of parchment. She read over the first name, looked up, opened her mouth, and started the list.
Semi short, changed a bit, better than the first time. HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!! Jenna
"No! I'm not wearing those stupid robes even if you were to put a spell on me and force me!" Sidero Malfoy, Draco's younger sister and all around nuisance stomped her foot, "They make me look chuncky!"
"Get over it, I've had to wear the damned things for almost 5 years now, so you're wearing them if you like it or not," he spoke with his lazy drawl, yet somehow there were underlying tones for his sister. He doesn't hate his younger sister. He admits, to himself, in private, that there is a small tender spot for her, somewhere. But on this particular day she seemed to be overly whiney and he racked his brain for a spell to just force her to shut up and do as she's told. He took the robes in her size, went to the register, and paid for both of the sets of robes, his and hers.
"Look," he said as they walked to the wands store, "you don't have to worry about being the only new kid, and I don't mean just all of you first years either, Father has heard talk of fourth, fifth, and even some sixth years transferring. He has informed me that our cousin Bonamy Vertes will be transferring, so you'll have someone besides me to nag about getting lost, okay?" She merely nodded her head, as the scowl that had creased her forehead grew larger.
"Why," Sidero started, "are there so many transfers?"
"That's easy," Lucius Malfoy broke his children's gossiping, "because they know that their schools aren't good enough, and I'm sure some of them got kicked out. I prefer the former though, because the school I send my children to, and actually attended myself, must be a very good school in deed. Now, to the wands, then I have your books for this year on hold, and I believe we'll have time for a quick ice cream, at the new place. Oh dear, what is it called." The conversation stopped as the door to the wands shop opened automatically and Draco and Sidero fell in step with their father while he squinted in concentration.
"Are you sure, positively, absolutely sure that she's not switching over?" Ron Weasley exclaimed to his mother. Harry Potter, who was staying with his best friend's family for the last to weeks of summer, had just woken up and had been coming down the stairs when he'd heard the slight brawl starting between Ron and his mother.
"No, I told you I was just the opposite," Mrs. Weasley calmly stated, "I told you that I was 'sure, positively, absolutely sure' that she was switching schools. And if you didn't believe me, you can just read this letter from your Aunt Clarisse." At that she handed Ron the letter she'd been using to point in his face and tap the table for emphasis on her words. He took it and read it, then let out a grown of horrid displeasure.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
"Oh nothing at all Harry, dear," answered Mrs. Weasley, "Just that Ron's cousin Keres, a fifth year like you boys, only at Branderveel's School for Sorcerers and Such, is transferring to Hogwarts."
"Really? Then why are you so disgruntled, Ron, I thought you thought that Keres was a cool cousin?" Harry was completely lost.
"Yes, yes," replied Ron absentmindedly, "that's just it, good cousin, not so good school mate." Mrs. Weasley gave a sort of huffy whiney noise at that and went back to cooking (er, directing the magical process of cooking) breakfast. After a couple of minuets of Ron instructing Harry of Keres' oddities, Hermione Granger, who also was spending two weeks with the Weasleys, decided to grace them with her presence.
"Oh," was all she could think to say when she came into the room. She took in a glance of Ron in a purple robe, Harry sort of looking as if he'd gotten hit on the head one too many times when he was a baby, and Mrs. Weasley going berserk over a couple of burnt eggs.
"Hallo Hermione, how did you sleep last night?" Fred's gulp of a hello broke the awkward silence.
"Very well, thank you," she replied, "and you?"
"All as well as he could sleep," was George's answer, " for all the itching powder I dosed him in!" He ended that with a type of "evil maniac" kind of laugh and the group held back snorts of laughter as Mrs. Weasley looked sternly at George with her 'you won't be too happy about having to clean those sheets for me' look.
After a couple days of oddities with Fred and George's spas-matic torture of randomly chosen guests, it was time for the family and friends to head on towards Diagon Alley for their school supplies. Once they arrived, the shopping began. Harry, Ron and Hermione headed off towards Flourish and Blotts. Once they had bought their required books Harry and Ron headed for the doors, but Hermione called them back.
"This book looks really interesting!" She squealed, holding up a book for the two to see. Harry gasped when on the front was a picture of a crudely drawn banshee holding the severed head of a toad. The title read Shameless Sin by Amelia Offendort.
"Amelia Offendort?" Ron asked, equally horrified by the cover, "Wasn't she some odd 18th century banshee whom could never emit that high-pitched thing- "
"I'm surprised!" Hermione beamed at him, "You do know something!! And yes, this book is about all the things she and her fellow un-hig-pitch-emitting friends used to do for fun, and ways to undo curses and hexes. Maybe I'll be the one saving one of you this year, instead of the other way around!" She beamed at Harry and moved towards the counter.
"That girl is so odd," Ron turned to Harry, "Why couldn't she be normal?"
"She wouldn't be the same if she was," Harry shrugged and headed outside. He sat on the bench in front of Flourish and Blotts and looked around while his friend joined him. "I wonder what to do no-"Harry stopped his sentence as his eyes caught on a girl about his age with shoulder-length blonde hair and eyes as blue as the sky.
"What?" Ron asked as he tried to figure where Harry's eyes landed.
"WELL, Now I'm ready for school!" Hermione stepped out of the shop with three bags of books, only one filled with actual school books and began to walk towards The Leaky Cauldron. Harry blinked once and lost sight of the girl in the before-term crowd. He turned and followed her as Ron attempted standing without tripping, as he was now liable to do. Teenager-dom had brought great gangliness to the poor boy.
The train ride from Platform 9 ¾ was an uneventful one, and when the children got to Hogwarts grounds there were various ways to get to the castle itself. First years road the boats, traditionally, and then there were the carriages for third years, and then even the "luminous prosper," which was the name given to the overly large earthworm that happened to have eaten a light and become very bright, which was new for the fifth years to enjoy. Hagrid helped students from the train and eventually made his way over to the worm.
"All fifth years follow me! Will the first years kin'ly stand o'er ter?" Hagrid directed traffic as every unnamed year went to whatever was traditional. "'Allo Harry!" Hagrid whispered then winked. He stood tall, at his height of nearly 7 feet or so and bellowed, "Now, all yeh fifth years come an' meet Landie. This is our Luminous Prosper, and our ride to the castle." The fifth years stood back, taken aback by the giant earthworm, but each eventually took a seat on the hundreds of rows of chairs strapped to his back.
Landie, had apparently gotten in the way of a spell that was to reinstate a shrinking teacher to his regular size, and had become, in fact, 10 feet long. So he was put to work as transport, and of course was fed well, for the grounds of Hogwarts were vast and wide. Many of the fifth years, after the initial shock of the thing, had quite a lot of fun riding him. The sway somewhat like a horses canter. He also seemed to be a genuinely funny chap, spouting off jokes as he went, and keeping the students roaring. Harry turned around to speak with Ron and Hermione, who had been seated behind him and noticed that he saw Draco Malfoy's cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, but Malfoy's soft, pale hair was nowhere to be seen.
As the feast hall was filled all the new students were seated at the side of the room, and all of the other students took their seats at the appropriate tables. Everyone heard the loud clap and turned their heads towards the noise. There, Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape stood. Dumbledore made a sort of funny chuckle when Snape whispered something in his ear, and then began, "To all the new student's I congratulate you on having gotten to be a part of the best school in history," at that all the tables gave a loud cheer, Dumbledore put his hands out to silence them, "and I would like to congratulate those of you who have come back, for that simply means you passed!" Dumbledore's opening speech ran as it always did, and then the moment every student, professor, and any other random person happening to be in this place at this time, for any amount of random reasons was waiting for and looked forward to all summer. Professer McGonagall walked to one side of the room and Snape to the other. Snape went to pick up the small stool; and McGonagall, The Sorting Hat. An simultaneous breath was taken in by the whole of the crowd, as The Hat was placed on the stool. McGonagall went to Dumbledore, who handed her a roll of parchment. She read over the first name, looked up, opened her mouth, and started the list.
Semi short, changed a bit, better than the first time. HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!! Jenna