Hogwarts!
"Lily take the twins and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" followed by a flash of green light and a cackle of high pitched laughter.
And Eleanor Potter woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking her head to clear it, she wondered why she was having that nightmare again. She hadn't had it since she arrived at the Krum's nearly twelve years ago. Hoping the Krums didn't wake, she began to pack all her possessions into her trunk, including her invisibility cloak and her photo album of her parents and brother. Smiling she shrunk her trunk and put it in her pocket. "I hope Hogwarts accepts transfer students. The Headmaster is supposed to be nice." She said while mounting her Nimbus Two Thousand and one, she set off hoping never to see Bulgaria or the Krums again.
Six days later Ella was regretting her decision to run away, when she glanced through the clouds and saw a magnificent castle that fit the description in her copy of Hogwarts, a History. Her heart leaped then plummeted. What if they didn't accept transfer students? "I hope they except transfer students." She muttered as she descended.
After landing in a courtyard, she whispered "Reducio" and watched her Nimbus shrink till it was small enough to fit in her pocket. Then she set off, humming, to find the Headmaster's office.
"You there! How did you get past the dementors?" a curt voice snapped from behind her.
Startled she whirled around to face a greasy haired, sallow skinned man. "Vell I flew here. Vhat are dementors doing at -"
"What is your name and your business at Hogwarts? " snapped the curt voiced, greasy haired, sallow skinned man angrily.
"Vhy should tell you my name? I need to see the Headmaster about transferring."
"Why do you want to transfer to Hogwarts?"
"That's my business not yours. Now I believe I need to see the Headmaster. Vould you show me the way, please?" Ella replied fighting to keep her anger in check.
"He's out," was the curt reply.
"You're lying. Vell, vhare is he?" Ella snapped back glaring daggers at him.
"There you are Severus, Albus would like a word with you. And who are you m'dear?" said a stern looking witch.
"I'm Eleanor," Ella hesitated, debating whether or not to say her surname was Potter, "Eleanor German and vould like to transfer from Durmstrang."
"I'm Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, and this is Professor Snape the Potions professor. How did you get past the dementors?" the stern witch sounded curious.
"I flew here from Bulgaria on my Nimbus. Can I transfer?" Ella asked eagerly.
"I don't see why not German. Let's go see the headmaster, I'll see you later Severus."
And Ella her heart filling with happiness followed professor McGonagall to the Headmaster's office.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Ms. German! Hagrid will help you by the rest of your school supplies. It would be best if you went on the train with the rest of the school. You will be sorted after the first years. Mr. Arthur Weasley will escort you to the station. Do you understand, Miss German?" said Professor Dumbledore.
"Vhen do I get my supplies, sir?" Ella asked.
"Right now. Hagrid will waiting for you at Dagon Alley."
Ella nodded, grabbed a fistful of Floo powder, threw it in to the fire, stepped in and yelled "Diagon Alley" and was swept away. . .
"Lily take the twins and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" followed by a flash of green light and a cackle of high pitched laughter.
And Eleanor Potter woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking her head to clear it, she wondered why she was having that nightmare again. She hadn't had it since she arrived at the Krum's nearly twelve years ago. Hoping the Krums didn't wake, she began to pack all her possessions into her trunk, including her invisibility cloak and her photo album of her parents and brother. Smiling she shrunk her trunk and put it in her pocket. "I hope Hogwarts accepts transfer students. The Headmaster is supposed to be nice." She said while mounting her Nimbus Two Thousand and one, she set off hoping never to see Bulgaria or the Krums again.
Six days later Ella was regretting her decision to run away, when she glanced through the clouds and saw a magnificent castle that fit the description in her copy of Hogwarts, a History. Her heart leaped then plummeted. What if they didn't accept transfer students? "I hope they except transfer students." She muttered as she descended.
After landing in a courtyard, she whispered "Reducio" and watched her Nimbus shrink till it was small enough to fit in her pocket. Then she set off, humming, to find the Headmaster's office.
"You there! How did you get past the dementors?" a curt voice snapped from behind her.
Startled she whirled around to face a greasy haired, sallow skinned man. "Vell I flew here. Vhat are dementors doing at -"
"What is your name and your business at Hogwarts? " snapped the curt voiced, greasy haired, sallow skinned man angrily.
"Vhy should tell you my name? I need to see the Headmaster about transferring."
"Why do you want to transfer to Hogwarts?"
"That's my business not yours. Now I believe I need to see the Headmaster. Vould you show me the way, please?" Ella replied fighting to keep her anger in check.
"He's out," was the curt reply.
"You're lying. Vell, vhare is he?" Ella snapped back glaring daggers at him.
"There you are Severus, Albus would like a word with you. And who are you m'dear?" said a stern looking witch.
"I'm Eleanor," Ella hesitated, debating whether or not to say her surname was Potter, "Eleanor German and vould like to transfer from Durmstrang."
"I'm Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, and this is Professor Snape the Potions professor. How did you get past the dementors?" the stern witch sounded curious.
"I flew here from Bulgaria on my Nimbus. Can I transfer?" Ella asked eagerly.
"I don't see why not German. Let's go see the headmaster, I'll see you later Severus."
And Ella her heart filling with happiness followed professor McGonagall to the Headmaster's office.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Ms. German! Hagrid will help you by the rest of your school supplies. It would be best if you went on the train with the rest of the school. You will be sorted after the first years. Mr. Arthur Weasley will escort you to the station. Do you understand, Miss German?" said Professor Dumbledore.
"Vhen do I get my supplies, sir?" Ella asked.
"Right now. Hagrid will waiting for you at Dagon Alley."
Ella nodded, grabbed a fistful of Floo powder, threw it in to the fire, stepped in and yelled "Diagon Alley" and was swept away. . .