Chapter 1 A New Student?
The Great Hall rumbled with the usual chatter that came with Sunday night dinner. It was already 2 weeks since school had started and everyone already missed their summer holidays. Even the sorry excuse of a human brain covered in frizz, Hermione Granger.
Pansy Parkinson slid across the seat from Draco Malfoy at the Slytherine table. Oh no, not another Pansy encounter, he thought.
"Hey, Dracie! Did you miss me? Dumbledore sent me on some official business you know" she said in a sultry voice attempting to bait the handsome Slytherine boy. Or should we say man?
At the age of 17, Draco Malfoy was not the boy he was before with the pointed face and slicked hair. Although still pail, his hair now hung in his eyes in a messy way. His features had softened all though not to the point of a baby face, but just enough to send any girl who looked into those deep gray eyes melting into the ground. He was rather tall standing at six foot two and had just enough muscles to achieve the image of an athletic Greek God.
"Official business," Draco repeated. Who in their right mind would send Pansy to do anything? He thought. Although not so hard on the eyes herself, the girl's brain, if there was one somewhere in there, was a one-way road, leading to only one thing: Men; and Draco in particular.
"What kind of business?" he asked with a cool tone without one hint of curiosity, although that is exactly what he was feeling inside.
Pansy gave out what was supposed to sound like a girlish giggle, but was really a snort. "You'll find out soon enough," she answered.
Well, Draco thought, if Pansy was sent to do it then it can't be much of a big deal. Besides, if I were to actually care about anything Pansy said I would probably end up with 7 kids by now No point in taking any action. . By action he meant fooling around with Pansy enough to get her to tell him. Besides, he didn't really feel like doing it today.
All of a sudden Dumbledore stood up and the Great Hall got quiet. He put his hands together carefully before starting his announcements.
"If you will give me your attention please I would like to give an announcement. We will be receiving a new student in the seventh year this evening. I would like all of you to treat her kindly and welcome her here to Hogwarts. She has just gone through a very difficult tragedy and I would appreciate it if you treat her kindly. She will be sorted onto a house tonight, and whatever house that might be, I trust that that house will give her extra welcome and treat her as if she has been here all along." Dumbledore announced. "She will be arriving any moment now. Thank you." With this he sat down and whispered something to Professor McGonogall. She stood up and walked out of the hall.
Already, everyone in the Great Hall was talking excitedly about the new student. Which house will she be in? Why is she late into the school year? Did she go to another wizarding school?
Harry Potter sat in deep thought. He couldn't help but wonder about the new girl. The thing that worried him most is which side she would take. There are two sides to take at Hogwarts. Draco's or Harry's. Of course it would decide what house she would be in. If in Gryffindor then she would be on his side. If Slytherine, then she would be on Malfoy's side. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs usually divided, mostly Harry in favor.
"What do you think she'll be like?" asked an over excited Ronald Weasley.
"I don't know," replied Hermione. "Really Ron, it's just a new student. Your acting like Voldemort himself is re-enrolling into Hogwarts." As usual Ron cringed at the name.
"Merlin's bear, Hermione, I was just asking a question. A guy can get a little excited over a new girl can't he?" At this Hermione shot him a disgusted gaze.
"For God's sake Ron, you don't even know what she looks like. And girls are not just playthings. She's not here to make boys swoon over her, she's here to learn like the rest of us!" exclaimed Hermione, with a bit of jealousy in her voice. She had had a crush on Ron for the longest time now, yet he still failed to recognize the fact that she was indeed a girl and even if they were best friends it didn't mean that she was EXACTLY like Ron and Harry in ever single way. Hermione wasn't ugly, just not the most beautiful creature you've ever seen. Her hair was a nit less puffy, but not my much. No matter how many signals she sent Ron, no matter how many times she batted her eyelashes, or hugged him for an extra moment, he didn't seem to realize. Or maybe he just doesn't care, she thought, She saw the look that Ron had given her after her last comment. "Well, at least MOST of us are here to learn, Ron not dream about girls."
"Look who's jumping to conclusions now? You would think that I was-"
"Stop arguing the two of you," Harry cut in, quite surprised by the fact that they indeed stopped arguing without him having to yell. "What I'm wondering is who's side she'll take."
After a moment's pause Hermione spoke up. "You know what you two, stop getting all worked up. She's just a new student; I hardly think she'll get in anyone's way. Can we just drop it and have dinner?" She looked form Harry to Ron, then back to Harry.
Harry gave a quick nod. "Yah, you're right, Herm, when she comes she comes and we'll see for ourselves."
Ron shrugged. "Quidditch season is starting up soon!" he said excitedly.
Harry looked at Ron and gave a little smile. The redhead really was an easygoing guy, but with a red-hot temper to match his hair. He pretended to follow what Ron was saying but still, he couldn't help but wonder about the mystery girl.
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Meanwhile at the Slytherine table much of the same thing was going on.
"A new girl?" said Millicent Bulstrode. "I hope she's in our house. We need someone new anyway."
"Whatever Mill, she'll probably be some Gryffindor loser; sucking up to the trio...gawking at the famous Harry Potter.....being a goody good. You know." Pansy listed as she poked her fork into her food with every point she made.
"I hope she's hot. Some girls are just getting old, "said David Solhert, who was sitting beside Draco shooting a look Pansy and Millicent.
Pansy didn't even understand this and just batted her eyelashes at David when he was looking at her. He rolled his eyes. And has a good head on her shoulders for that matter, he thought.
"She's probably going to be some mudblood though," added Adam, David's best friend, "We all know how rare purebloods are in this generation. And besides, why would a pureblood go to this school which is run by a mudblood and muggle lover? The combination is fatal!" He and David both snickered at this.
Draco was too emerged in his own thoughts to even comment that he, David, Adam, Pansy, Millicent, and quite a few pureblooded witches and wizards go to Hogwarts.
Why would a witch come to Hogwarts late in the year, thought Draco? Everyone is sure to have gotten their letter. For sure she got her letter if she's a witch. Even if she didn't they wouldn't let someone with no experience just jump in the seventh year. Could she have gone to another school? No, don't be stupid, Draco. Wizards don't just change schools. Could she have been home schooled? No, only the darkest of dark witches and wizards were home schooled since the rise and fall of Voldemort. Maybe that's it. But wait, why would she stop being home schooled all of a sudden? Maybe the tragedy that Dumbledore had talked about had stopped her for being educated.
Draco felt something rubbing his leg underneath the table and looked up. Pansy was looking at him from across the table with a suggestive smile. He looked at her coldly for a moment, yanked his leg away, and looked away from her. From the corner of his eye he could see her mouth hang open in surprise. He smirked. Draco really didn't feel like putting up with her right now.
His mind slowly returned to his previous thoughts. He had remembered his father telling him that some Death Eaters or followers of the Dark Lord had hired them private tutors to teach their children a darker kind of magic that was not taught in schools. He wanted to do this with Draco but Narcissa convinced him that he should go to a regular school in order to better understand their Golden Rule: Muggles and Mudbloods live to serve purebloods and are not of the same class. They should be treated with the least amount of respect and treat purebloods with the most amount of respect. Many times Draco had wondered why then, had they sent him to Hogwarts run by Dumbledore than to another school. The word had spread and most of the Death Eaters changed their minds and sent their children off to a regular school.
Draco seemed to be getting more and more frustrated with the fact that he did not know what was going on, although he did not show it. His father's advice, no, order to keep cool and calm at every moment rang in his ears and he quickly mellowed out. Whoever this girl was, he would learn about her soon enough.
He looked up yet again to see Professor McGonogall in the doorway of the great hall waving to Dumbledore from where he sat at the high table. He nodded and she went out of the Great Hall again.
The Great Hall rumbled with the usual chatter that came with Sunday night dinner. It was already 2 weeks since school had started and everyone already missed their summer holidays. Even the sorry excuse of a human brain covered in frizz, Hermione Granger.
Pansy Parkinson slid across the seat from Draco Malfoy at the Slytherine table. Oh no, not another Pansy encounter, he thought.
"Hey, Dracie! Did you miss me? Dumbledore sent me on some official business you know" she said in a sultry voice attempting to bait the handsome Slytherine boy. Or should we say man?
At the age of 17, Draco Malfoy was not the boy he was before with the pointed face and slicked hair. Although still pail, his hair now hung in his eyes in a messy way. His features had softened all though not to the point of a baby face, but just enough to send any girl who looked into those deep gray eyes melting into the ground. He was rather tall standing at six foot two and had just enough muscles to achieve the image of an athletic Greek God.
"Official business," Draco repeated. Who in their right mind would send Pansy to do anything? He thought. Although not so hard on the eyes herself, the girl's brain, if there was one somewhere in there, was a one-way road, leading to only one thing: Men; and Draco in particular.
"What kind of business?" he asked with a cool tone without one hint of curiosity, although that is exactly what he was feeling inside.
Pansy gave out what was supposed to sound like a girlish giggle, but was really a snort. "You'll find out soon enough," she answered.
Well, Draco thought, if Pansy was sent to do it then it can't be much of a big deal. Besides, if I were to actually care about anything Pansy said I would probably end up with 7 kids by now No point in taking any action. . By action he meant fooling around with Pansy enough to get her to tell him. Besides, he didn't really feel like doing it today.
All of a sudden Dumbledore stood up and the Great Hall got quiet. He put his hands together carefully before starting his announcements.
"If you will give me your attention please I would like to give an announcement. We will be receiving a new student in the seventh year this evening. I would like all of you to treat her kindly and welcome her here to Hogwarts. She has just gone through a very difficult tragedy and I would appreciate it if you treat her kindly. She will be sorted onto a house tonight, and whatever house that might be, I trust that that house will give her extra welcome and treat her as if she has been here all along." Dumbledore announced. "She will be arriving any moment now. Thank you." With this he sat down and whispered something to Professor McGonogall. She stood up and walked out of the hall.
Already, everyone in the Great Hall was talking excitedly about the new student. Which house will she be in? Why is she late into the school year? Did she go to another wizarding school?
Harry Potter sat in deep thought. He couldn't help but wonder about the new girl. The thing that worried him most is which side she would take. There are two sides to take at Hogwarts. Draco's or Harry's. Of course it would decide what house she would be in. If in Gryffindor then she would be on his side. If Slytherine, then she would be on Malfoy's side. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs usually divided, mostly Harry in favor.
"What do you think she'll be like?" asked an over excited Ronald Weasley.
"I don't know," replied Hermione. "Really Ron, it's just a new student. Your acting like Voldemort himself is re-enrolling into Hogwarts." As usual Ron cringed at the name.
"Merlin's bear, Hermione, I was just asking a question. A guy can get a little excited over a new girl can't he?" At this Hermione shot him a disgusted gaze.
"For God's sake Ron, you don't even know what she looks like. And girls are not just playthings. She's not here to make boys swoon over her, she's here to learn like the rest of us!" exclaimed Hermione, with a bit of jealousy in her voice. She had had a crush on Ron for the longest time now, yet he still failed to recognize the fact that she was indeed a girl and even if they were best friends it didn't mean that she was EXACTLY like Ron and Harry in ever single way. Hermione wasn't ugly, just not the most beautiful creature you've ever seen. Her hair was a nit less puffy, but not my much. No matter how many signals she sent Ron, no matter how many times she batted her eyelashes, or hugged him for an extra moment, he didn't seem to realize. Or maybe he just doesn't care, she thought, She saw the look that Ron had given her after her last comment. "Well, at least MOST of us are here to learn, Ron not dream about girls."
"Look who's jumping to conclusions now? You would think that I was-"
"Stop arguing the two of you," Harry cut in, quite surprised by the fact that they indeed stopped arguing without him having to yell. "What I'm wondering is who's side she'll take."
After a moment's pause Hermione spoke up. "You know what you two, stop getting all worked up. She's just a new student; I hardly think she'll get in anyone's way. Can we just drop it and have dinner?" She looked form Harry to Ron, then back to Harry.
Harry gave a quick nod. "Yah, you're right, Herm, when she comes she comes and we'll see for ourselves."
Ron shrugged. "Quidditch season is starting up soon!" he said excitedly.
Harry looked at Ron and gave a little smile. The redhead really was an easygoing guy, but with a red-hot temper to match his hair. He pretended to follow what Ron was saying but still, he couldn't help but wonder about the mystery girl.
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Meanwhile at the Slytherine table much of the same thing was going on.
"A new girl?" said Millicent Bulstrode. "I hope she's in our house. We need someone new anyway."
"Whatever Mill, she'll probably be some Gryffindor loser; sucking up to the trio...gawking at the famous Harry Potter.....being a goody good. You know." Pansy listed as she poked her fork into her food with every point she made.
"I hope she's hot. Some girls are just getting old, "said David Solhert, who was sitting beside Draco shooting a look Pansy and Millicent.
Pansy didn't even understand this and just batted her eyelashes at David when he was looking at her. He rolled his eyes. And has a good head on her shoulders for that matter, he thought.
"She's probably going to be some mudblood though," added Adam, David's best friend, "We all know how rare purebloods are in this generation. And besides, why would a pureblood go to this school which is run by a mudblood and muggle lover? The combination is fatal!" He and David both snickered at this.
Draco was too emerged in his own thoughts to even comment that he, David, Adam, Pansy, Millicent, and quite a few pureblooded witches and wizards go to Hogwarts.
Why would a witch come to Hogwarts late in the year, thought Draco? Everyone is sure to have gotten their letter. For sure she got her letter if she's a witch. Even if she didn't they wouldn't let someone with no experience just jump in the seventh year. Could she have gone to another school? No, don't be stupid, Draco. Wizards don't just change schools. Could she have been home schooled? No, only the darkest of dark witches and wizards were home schooled since the rise and fall of Voldemort. Maybe that's it. But wait, why would she stop being home schooled all of a sudden? Maybe the tragedy that Dumbledore had talked about had stopped her for being educated.
Draco felt something rubbing his leg underneath the table and looked up. Pansy was looking at him from across the table with a suggestive smile. He looked at her coldly for a moment, yanked his leg away, and looked away from her. From the corner of his eye he could see her mouth hang open in surprise. He smirked. Draco really didn't feel like putting up with her right now.
His mind slowly returned to his previous thoughts. He had remembered his father telling him that some Death Eaters or followers of the Dark Lord had hired them private tutors to teach their children a darker kind of magic that was not taught in schools. He wanted to do this with Draco but Narcissa convinced him that he should go to a regular school in order to better understand their Golden Rule: Muggles and Mudbloods live to serve purebloods and are not of the same class. They should be treated with the least amount of respect and treat purebloods with the most amount of respect. Many times Draco had wondered why then, had they sent him to Hogwarts run by Dumbledore than to another school. The word had spread and most of the Death Eaters changed their minds and sent their children off to a regular school.
Draco seemed to be getting more and more frustrated with the fact that he did not know what was going on, although he did not show it. His father's advice, no, order to keep cool and calm at every moment rang in his ears and he quickly mellowed out. Whoever this girl was, he would learn about her soon enough.
He looked up yet again to see Professor McGonogall in the doorway of the great hall waving to Dumbledore from where he sat at the high table. He nodded and she went out of the Great Hall again.