Alrighty, I need something cleared up. Someone told me that Lilly Evans
was a Gryffindor. Was this written by JKR, or is it merely assumed. Its
just that the way she is always spoken of, clever and cunning, seems very
Ravenclaw to me. Well if I am wrong, and it is written that Lily Evans is
a Gryffindor, please forgive me.
By the way J. K. Rowling's full name is Joanne Kathleen Rowling (Pronounced Rolling). But I will go back to calling my char. Jenny. Thank you.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
As the carriages pulled up to the entrance of Hogwart's Harry patted the thestral that had pulled his and his friends. He walked past them and noticed that Luna seemed to be sticking awfully close to Neville. A wicked smile flickered across his lips before he remembered again how much he had lost that year. He was about to head for the Great Hall, when he heard a voice call, "Harry Potter! Stop right there!"
Harry turned to see Cornelius Fudge walking up the corridor with two burly looking wizards, and Dumbledore coming with him. "Potter," Fudge said with his face turning "Uncle Vernon" purple, "You are coming with me."
Harry looked at Prof. Dumbledore, who simply nodded, and followed Fudge. They were led into an empty classroom, where there sat a witch. She looked rather young, like she was just out of Hogwart's. she was also extremely thin and pale with long white hair. She had an odd smile on her face. She stepped up to Harry and said, "It is so nice to finally meet you face to face Mr. Harry Potter. You never write back, but given the nature of my letters I suppose you wouldn't."
Harry looked at Prof. Dumbledore as the strange witch hugged him. Albus said, "Harry, allow me to introduce you to Mafalda J. Hopkirk. She is an Alethiomagis. She is a special type of witch who can sense many things. Among them are the truth and the use of magic. Also she is gifted with longevity. She is actually a few years my senior."
Mafalda Hopkirk simply continued to smile while looking at Harry right in the eye. Then Fudge roared, "enough pleasantries Dumbledore, Hopkirk, ask him the questions you prepared."
Mafalda's smile wavered for only a minute and then said, "as you wish Minister Fudge." She turned to Harry and questioned, "Harry, have you used your wand to do any magic since leaving Hogwart's?"
Harry shook his had and said, "No."
"Have you brewed any potions that could be considered magical in nature?"
"No."
all of a sudden, Harry heard a voice that he didn't actually hear. It was more as if the words just appeared in his head. The voice said, "Say no to the next question."
Mafalda continued with a wink, as she asked, "Has Professor Dumbledore given you any special training himself?"
"No," Harry said, though he was confused.
"He has answered all my questions truthfully," she said to Fudge. Fudge began to shake with anger.
Suddenly he burst out, "I want to know where you went this summer!"
"Well," Harry said, "I was at my friend, Hermione Granger's, house. Then, after I heard the will of my godfather, I moved in to the house he willed to me."
"Well then why were we unable to find you at the end of the summer?"
"My godfather's old house is well protected. I believe it is unplottable plus there are several protections on it." Harry felt strangely happy putting Cornelius Fudge through the ringer like this.
"So when was the last time you spoke with your godfather?" Fudge was looking at Mafalda after each question and she would keep nodding.
"Last night, in my prayers." Harry was angry. Fudge was treating him like a criminal. He could hear the Sorting Hat's melodic voice emanating from the Great Hall. Once again he was missing the Sorting Ceremony.
Dumbledore spoke with an air of authority. "Cornelius, I believe if you ask your alethiomagis that you will find Harry has been completely honest in his answers and is undeserving of this interrogation."
Fudge shoved a bowler on his head, and stormed out, followed by the two burly, but silent, wizards, and then finally Mafalda Hopkirk. As Mafalda left she looked over at Harry and winked. Then she looked to Prof. Dumbledore and blew a kiss. For the first time Harry saw Dumbledore blush. "Come let us go, we are needed at the feast."
"What was that voice in my head?" Harry asked.
"That was Mafalda, among her other special abilities, she is an accomplished legilimagis. She is an old friend, and an undercover member of the Order. I trust you will keep this a secret."
"Yes Professor."
"Thank you. And do write her sometimes. She receives so few letters, though she writes so many. We are both late, I believe Ms. Granger has saved you a seat."
As Harry entered the Great Hall, he saw that Prof. Dumbledore was right, she had indeed saved him a seat. He sat down next to Hermione and Neville, with Ron across from Neville. Just then the last first year was sorted
"Korana Zabini"
"Slythrin!"
strangely though the Slythrin table didn't erupt in cheers like a house normally does when a new first year comes their way. Murmurs were heard, but no one clapped except Blaise Zabini, whom Harry assumed was Korana's older brother.
Dumbledore stood and the students settled down. "Now, I know you are all hungry, but I will ask you to wait for the end of my speech. First years will not that the forest on the edge of the grounds is strictly forbidden, hence it was named the Forbidden Forest. Also, Mr. Argus Filch, Care-taker of Hogwart's grounds, would like to let the student body know that while he has shortened his list of contraband items, Dungbombs are still on the list." With that he gestured to Filch, who was actually smiling as he stood their looking very serious in his brand new robes. Everyone whispered about how he normally dressed, but only Harry knew where these had come from.
"Also, I would like to announce a new Hogwart's tradition. The three Balls. The Autumn Ball will be a costume ball, and will occur on Halloween. Students will be given the day off to apply their costumes. The costume which frightens the most faculty members, and looks the best, will win an extra day off of classes. Then their shall be the Yule Ball, on Christmas Eve. It will be formal, and, once again, fourth years and up only if not with a date. Then the Spring Ball shall be, as the Americans call it, "Sadie Hawkins Style". That is to say that the men must go with the first girl who asks them. It will take place on Valentines Day."
Everyone whispered excitedly about the new balls. The boys looked very worried, while the girls twittered excitedly about dresses. Ron felt the need to moan, "Not again."
"Yes, again Mr. Weasly," said Prof. Dumbledore. Ron clapped his hand over his mouth as everyone had a good laugh at that. "And lastly, I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor Himura- sensei."
Himura-sensei stood and bowed and then sat back down. Then Dumbledore raised his hands and said, "Now only two final words . . ."
Every one form fourth year up said the words with him "Tuck In!" and with that great call the tables and plate filled with food. Everyone at to their busting point. Hermione, seemingly forgetting S.P.E.W. was also eating a great deal.
As they headed out, following Hermione and Ron, who had the password, Luna came up beside Neville. Harry watched as she said to him, "Neville, you're going with me to the Spring Ball." She said it as if it had been arranged years ago.
Neville, ever so eloquent, responded, "Eh.. . . uh . . . whah?"
She stopped and explained, "You have to go with the first girl who asks you, has anyone else asked you?"
"Uh . . . no" Neville said. He thought he would be lucky to get Ginny to go with him again.
"Well then you are going with me. I am the first girl to ask you." With that she turned and walked away.
Ron, who had drifted back when he saw Luna come over, leaned on Neville's shoulder and said, "Nutters, that one. Just flat out nutters."
Neville smiled a little, and sang under his breath, "You may be right! I may be crazy . . ." and walked off. Harry shook his head. This would most definitely be an interesting year.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well that's Luna for you! Okay, what did you think of my idea of Mafalda J. Hopkirk.? Please!!! Review!!!!! I am desperate for attention! Let me know what you think of the chapter.
By the way J. K. Rowling's full name is Joanne Kathleen Rowling (Pronounced Rolling). But I will go back to calling my char. Jenny. Thank you.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
As the carriages pulled up to the entrance of Hogwart's Harry patted the thestral that had pulled his and his friends. He walked past them and noticed that Luna seemed to be sticking awfully close to Neville. A wicked smile flickered across his lips before he remembered again how much he had lost that year. He was about to head for the Great Hall, when he heard a voice call, "Harry Potter! Stop right there!"
Harry turned to see Cornelius Fudge walking up the corridor with two burly looking wizards, and Dumbledore coming with him. "Potter," Fudge said with his face turning "Uncle Vernon" purple, "You are coming with me."
Harry looked at Prof. Dumbledore, who simply nodded, and followed Fudge. They were led into an empty classroom, where there sat a witch. She looked rather young, like she was just out of Hogwart's. she was also extremely thin and pale with long white hair. She had an odd smile on her face. She stepped up to Harry and said, "It is so nice to finally meet you face to face Mr. Harry Potter. You never write back, but given the nature of my letters I suppose you wouldn't."
Harry looked at Prof. Dumbledore as the strange witch hugged him. Albus said, "Harry, allow me to introduce you to Mafalda J. Hopkirk. She is an Alethiomagis. She is a special type of witch who can sense many things. Among them are the truth and the use of magic. Also she is gifted with longevity. She is actually a few years my senior."
Mafalda Hopkirk simply continued to smile while looking at Harry right in the eye. Then Fudge roared, "enough pleasantries Dumbledore, Hopkirk, ask him the questions you prepared."
Mafalda's smile wavered for only a minute and then said, "as you wish Minister Fudge." She turned to Harry and questioned, "Harry, have you used your wand to do any magic since leaving Hogwart's?"
Harry shook his had and said, "No."
"Have you brewed any potions that could be considered magical in nature?"
"No."
all of a sudden, Harry heard a voice that he didn't actually hear. It was more as if the words just appeared in his head. The voice said, "Say no to the next question."
Mafalda continued with a wink, as she asked, "Has Professor Dumbledore given you any special training himself?"
"No," Harry said, though he was confused.
"He has answered all my questions truthfully," she said to Fudge. Fudge began to shake with anger.
Suddenly he burst out, "I want to know where you went this summer!"
"Well," Harry said, "I was at my friend, Hermione Granger's, house. Then, after I heard the will of my godfather, I moved in to the house he willed to me."
"Well then why were we unable to find you at the end of the summer?"
"My godfather's old house is well protected. I believe it is unplottable plus there are several protections on it." Harry felt strangely happy putting Cornelius Fudge through the ringer like this.
"So when was the last time you spoke with your godfather?" Fudge was looking at Mafalda after each question and she would keep nodding.
"Last night, in my prayers." Harry was angry. Fudge was treating him like a criminal. He could hear the Sorting Hat's melodic voice emanating from the Great Hall. Once again he was missing the Sorting Ceremony.
Dumbledore spoke with an air of authority. "Cornelius, I believe if you ask your alethiomagis that you will find Harry has been completely honest in his answers and is undeserving of this interrogation."
Fudge shoved a bowler on his head, and stormed out, followed by the two burly, but silent, wizards, and then finally Mafalda Hopkirk. As Mafalda left she looked over at Harry and winked. Then she looked to Prof. Dumbledore and blew a kiss. For the first time Harry saw Dumbledore blush. "Come let us go, we are needed at the feast."
"What was that voice in my head?" Harry asked.
"That was Mafalda, among her other special abilities, she is an accomplished legilimagis. She is an old friend, and an undercover member of the Order. I trust you will keep this a secret."
"Yes Professor."
"Thank you. And do write her sometimes. She receives so few letters, though she writes so many. We are both late, I believe Ms. Granger has saved you a seat."
As Harry entered the Great Hall, he saw that Prof. Dumbledore was right, she had indeed saved him a seat. He sat down next to Hermione and Neville, with Ron across from Neville. Just then the last first year was sorted
"Korana Zabini"
"Slythrin!"
strangely though the Slythrin table didn't erupt in cheers like a house normally does when a new first year comes their way. Murmurs were heard, but no one clapped except Blaise Zabini, whom Harry assumed was Korana's older brother.
Dumbledore stood and the students settled down. "Now, I know you are all hungry, but I will ask you to wait for the end of my speech. First years will not that the forest on the edge of the grounds is strictly forbidden, hence it was named the Forbidden Forest. Also, Mr. Argus Filch, Care-taker of Hogwart's grounds, would like to let the student body know that while he has shortened his list of contraband items, Dungbombs are still on the list." With that he gestured to Filch, who was actually smiling as he stood their looking very serious in his brand new robes. Everyone whispered about how he normally dressed, but only Harry knew where these had come from.
"Also, I would like to announce a new Hogwart's tradition. The three Balls. The Autumn Ball will be a costume ball, and will occur on Halloween. Students will be given the day off to apply their costumes. The costume which frightens the most faculty members, and looks the best, will win an extra day off of classes. Then their shall be the Yule Ball, on Christmas Eve. It will be formal, and, once again, fourth years and up only if not with a date. Then the Spring Ball shall be, as the Americans call it, "Sadie Hawkins Style". That is to say that the men must go with the first girl who asks them. It will take place on Valentines Day."
Everyone whispered excitedly about the new balls. The boys looked very worried, while the girls twittered excitedly about dresses. Ron felt the need to moan, "Not again."
"Yes, again Mr. Weasly," said Prof. Dumbledore. Ron clapped his hand over his mouth as everyone had a good laugh at that. "And lastly, I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor Himura- sensei."
Himura-sensei stood and bowed and then sat back down. Then Dumbledore raised his hands and said, "Now only two final words . . ."
Every one form fourth year up said the words with him "Tuck In!" and with that great call the tables and plate filled with food. Everyone at to their busting point. Hermione, seemingly forgetting S.P.E.W. was also eating a great deal.
As they headed out, following Hermione and Ron, who had the password, Luna came up beside Neville. Harry watched as she said to him, "Neville, you're going with me to the Spring Ball." She said it as if it had been arranged years ago.
Neville, ever so eloquent, responded, "Eh.. . . uh . . . whah?"
She stopped and explained, "You have to go with the first girl who asks you, has anyone else asked you?"
"Uh . . . no" Neville said. He thought he would be lucky to get Ginny to go with him again.
"Well then you are going with me. I am the first girl to ask you." With that she turned and walked away.
Ron, who had drifted back when he saw Luna come over, leaned on Neville's shoulder and said, "Nutters, that one. Just flat out nutters."
Neville smiled a little, and sang under his breath, "You may be right! I may be crazy . . ." and walked off. Harry shook his head. This would most definitely be an interesting year.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well that's Luna for you! Okay, what did you think of my idea of Mafalda J. Hopkirk.? Please!!! Review!!!!! I am desperate for attention! Let me know what you think of the chapter.