Title: Into the Loving Arms of Magic
Rated: R
Warning: (S) (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
Beta read by A. Dee
A/N:O. K. Now I am very very exited. I had a sudden inspiration on something that I'm going to try to fit into my plot...I hope you're as exited as I am...
4.Classes, Detention, and Everything Else.
Iris woke up early the morning of her first day of classes. She took a book from under her pillow and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. She propped her book against her glass of orange juice and started reading while trying to force herself to eat. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was Hermione.
"Good Morning. Can we talk about what happened last night?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Said Iris uncertainly.
She closed her book after marking her page. "What's up, Hermione?"
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about how Parvati and Lavender acted last night, but I do have to ask why in the world did you snap at us like that. I know what they said wasn't nice, but then again you didn't really, umm...help." Iris laughed but then saw that she was serious and spoke.
"Well, ever since I started going to Regilucios I was judged for my background. See, my parents are Cuban so immediately everyone expected me to be loud and vulgar. I don't like to be classified like that. Because of that I developed this response that anyone who even mentions me who doesn't know me is talking bad about me. I learned to make people scared of me so they wouldn't talk. I suppose it's needless to say that I didn't have many friends back in my old school. Actually that's an understatement, I only had one friend. But it didn't bother me as long as no one was talking about me."
"You do know that this makes it very hard for people to get to know you, right?" said Hermione, now a little more relaxed than when she had first approached Iris.
"Yeah. But like I said, I didn't really care too much."
"Here come Ron and Harry," Hermione said quietly, more to herself than to anyone else.
"Hey Iris, Hermione. What's up?" said Ron as he sat down beside Iris. With that McGonagall passed by them, handing out schedules.
"Damnit" said Ron. "Look at what we have for today. History of Magic, double Potions, Divination and double Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Wow," said Harry, "This is going to be the worst Monday ever."
"Awesome," said Iris, much to everyone's surprise.
"Sorry, I forgot you're another little Hermione," said Ron.
"What are you talking about?" snapped Hermione.
"I'm talking about her," said Ronl pointing to Iris. "She loves Potions and Transfiguration and she's happy about Divination because she's never taken it."
"That's because you haven't had Snape, McGonagall or Trelawney." Harry said with a smile.
After breakfast the four of them walked to History of Magic, which Iris soon realized was as boring as her teacher. Good grief, I just started and I already know what classes I'm going to be skipping this year, thought Iris.
Together they walked to their next class, which were held in the dungeons.
"I'm so exited," Iris said in a flat tone.
"About Potions?" asked Ron.
"Yes. Now be quiet while I think about what we might be brewing," Iris closed her eyes and smiled, "Ok. Done" They entered the classroom and Iris shared a table with Hermione. Iris studied her Potions professor.
"Settle down," said Snape to an eerily quiet class. Iris almost snorted but quickly turned it into a sneeze. "Today we will be mixing a potion called the Draught of Peace which is made in order to calm anxiety and soothe agitation." He pointed out the instructions on the board and showed them were the ingredients were. They all worked quietly. After an hour of this Snape said "Well, there should now be a silver vapor rising from your Draughts." Iris looked at her cauldron and saw with satisfaction a silver vapor. The only other one that looked like hers though was Hermione's. Everyone else's potions were dramatically different. Snape approached Harry's cauldron and ridiculed his Draught of Peace. Then he walked over to where Iris was working and said "Miss Granger, did you help Miss Hernandez with her potion?"
"No, sir," was the reply. "She did it all on her own"
"Why should she have helped me?" said Iris angrily "I'm perfectly capable of producing such a simple potion as this with my eyes closed."
Snape smiled evilly. "Are you meaning to tell me that they actually taught you something in that American school of yours?"
"Excuse me?" said Iris narrowing her eyes. "Are you trying to imply that American Wizarding schools are not good enough for you?"
"No, not at all. I'm not trying to imply anything. I'm stating a fact," answered the Potions Master.
Iris stood up. "Shut up"
"Ten points from Gryffindor for speaking to me like that."
"You know what you can do with your ten points? Shove them up your ass."
"Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention," said Snape calmly, "Oh, and one more word out of you and I'll make sure you're sent back to that ignorant country you love so much." He turned his back to her.
Iris didn't speak but her actions spoke much louder than words. In a blink of an eye she was on him her clenched fist pounding his hooked nose. Fist after fist of pure pain. Somehow Snape managed to pull his wand out of his robes and say "Petrificus Totalus" while pointing his wand at her.
Iris lay motionless on the floor when McGonagall walked in. "Severus, would you care to explain why one of your students is lying on the floor?" asked McGonagall.
"Why don't you ask her?" said Snape.
McGonagall muttered the counter curse. Iris stood up, gave Snape the finger and walked out of the class.
Rated: R
Warning: (S) (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
Beta read by A. Dee
A/N:O. K. Now I am very very exited. I had a sudden inspiration on something that I'm going to try to fit into my plot...I hope you're as exited as I am...
4.Classes, Detention, and Everything Else.
Iris woke up early the morning of her first day of classes. She took a book from under her pillow and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. She propped her book against her glass of orange juice and started reading while trying to force herself to eat. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was Hermione.
"Good Morning. Can we talk about what happened last night?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Said Iris uncertainly.
She closed her book after marking her page. "What's up, Hermione?"
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about how Parvati and Lavender acted last night, but I do have to ask why in the world did you snap at us like that. I know what they said wasn't nice, but then again you didn't really, umm...help." Iris laughed but then saw that she was serious and spoke.
"Well, ever since I started going to Regilucios I was judged for my background. See, my parents are Cuban so immediately everyone expected me to be loud and vulgar. I don't like to be classified like that. Because of that I developed this response that anyone who even mentions me who doesn't know me is talking bad about me. I learned to make people scared of me so they wouldn't talk. I suppose it's needless to say that I didn't have many friends back in my old school. Actually that's an understatement, I only had one friend. But it didn't bother me as long as no one was talking about me."
"You do know that this makes it very hard for people to get to know you, right?" said Hermione, now a little more relaxed than when she had first approached Iris.
"Yeah. But like I said, I didn't really care too much."
"Here come Ron and Harry," Hermione said quietly, more to herself than to anyone else.
"Hey Iris, Hermione. What's up?" said Ron as he sat down beside Iris. With that McGonagall passed by them, handing out schedules.
"Damnit" said Ron. "Look at what we have for today. History of Magic, double Potions, Divination and double Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Wow," said Harry, "This is going to be the worst Monday ever."
"Awesome," said Iris, much to everyone's surprise.
"Sorry, I forgot you're another little Hermione," said Ron.
"What are you talking about?" snapped Hermione.
"I'm talking about her," said Ronl pointing to Iris. "She loves Potions and Transfiguration and she's happy about Divination because she's never taken it."
"That's because you haven't had Snape, McGonagall or Trelawney." Harry said with a smile.
After breakfast the four of them walked to History of Magic, which Iris soon realized was as boring as her teacher. Good grief, I just started and I already know what classes I'm going to be skipping this year, thought Iris.
Together they walked to their next class, which were held in the dungeons.
"I'm so exited," Iris said in a flat tone.
"About Potions?" asked Ron.
"Yes. Now be quiet while I think about what we might be brewing," Iris closed her eyes and smiled, "Ok. Done" They entered the classroom and Iris shared a table with Hermione. Iris studied her Potions professor.
"Settle down," said Snape to an eerily quiet class. Iris almost snorted but quickly turned it into a sneeze. "Today we will be mixing a potion called the Draught of Peace which is made in order to calm anxiety and soothe agitation." He pointed out the instructions on the board and showed them were the ingredients were. They all worked quietly. After an hour of this Snape said "Well, there should now be a silver vapor rising from your Draughts." Iris looked at her cauldron and saw with satisfaction a silver vapor. The only other one that looked like hers though was Hermione's. Everyone else's potions were dramatically different. Snape approached Harry's cauldron and ridiculed his Draught of Peace. Then he walked over to where Iris was working and said "Miss Granger, did you help Miss Hernandez with her potion?"
"No, sir," was the reply. "She did it all on her own"
"Why should she have helped me?" said Iris angrily "I'm perfectly capable of producing such a simple potion as this with my eyes closed."
Snape smiled evilly. "Are you meaning to tell me that they actually taught you something in that American school of yours?"
"Excuse me?" said Iris narrowing her eyes. "Are you trying to imply that American Wizarding schools are not good enough for you?"
"No, not at all. I'm not trying to imply anything. I'm stating a fact," answered the Potions Master.
Iris stood up. "Shut up"
"Ten points from Gryffindor for speaking to me like that."
"You know what you can do with your ten points? Shove them up your ass."
"Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention," said Snape calmly, "Oh, and one more word out of you and I'll make sure you're sent back to that ignorant country you love so much." He turned his back to her.
Iris didn't speak but her actions spoke much louder than words. In a blink of an eye she was on him her clenched fist pounding his hooked nose. Fist after fist of pure pain. Somehow Snape managed to pull his wand out of his robes and say "Petrificus Totalus" while pointing his wand at her.
Iris lay motionless on the floor when McGonagall walked in. "Severus, would you care to explain why one of your students is lying on the floor?" asked McGonagall.
"Why don't you ask her?" said Snape.
McGonagall muttered the counter curse. Iris stood up, gave Snape the finger and walked out of the class.