**wheee chapter one in my first fic on fanfiction.net. sorta fun really.
Note somewhere down there is a direct copy from JKR's HP and the OotP.oh
yeah! By the way, I don't own Harry Potter, JKR does.I just wish I did.
-Not So Alone-
The ceiling of the great hall was storming as Euan Abercrombie slid off the stool after Professor McGonagall lifted the Sorting Hat from his head. Moments later, a pale and shaking girl slowly made her way into the Great Hall. She had two long braids of dark auburn hair and electric blue eyes which greatly contrasted with her currently red nose. She wore no robes, but muggle clothing: blue jeans and a scarlet red tee-shirt. She was soaked from head to toe from the rain outdoors. From her pocket she pulled a wet handkerchief and wiped her nose before looking around the hall. Seeing Professor McGonagall she pardoned herself through the crowd of first years where her short height was quickly evident.
"Excuse me, ma'am but, oh one moment ple-ple-ple" she sneezed into her handkerchief. "Bless me, much better. Ma'am, could you please direct me to which table I should sit at?"
The applause for poor little Euan had died as the students stared at this girl in confusion. Professor McGonagall motioned to the stool in front of her,
"You'll have to be seated here first, Ms. Potter, I presume." The girl nodded and hesitantly walked to the stool and sat down. Professor McGonagall dropped the sorting hat onto her head.
"Another Potter, eh?" She jumped as she heard the voice of the hat resonate in her ears. "Let's see here, intelligent enough, very diligent. Hm, yes. Much like your parents. Very eager, oh yes, you do want to win something here. Respect, perhaps? You hold so many secrets, brave as well. You've been through so much, girl. Where to put you? Well, it better be, GRYFFINDOR!"
the hat shouted to the entire hall. The Professors clapped politely and the Gryffindor table began to clap after a moment. Then rest of the hall joined in as well, but all were very confused.
Ms. Potter walked to the Gryffindor table and looked for a seat. Best friends Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil turned slightly, looking away from her; the second years looked at her as if she was a wet rat; Hermione Granger, on another hand, felt an injustice and stood up to wave Ms. Potter over. Ms. Potter saw Hermione's hand in the air and, slightly relieved, rushed over to sit next to her. Ms. Potter sat between Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley with Ron Weasley sitting across from her, and Harry Potter diagonal of her. Harry was quite surprised and slightly confused as to how her name could be Potter as well. As far as he knew, he had no other relatives.
After she sat down, Hermione quietly introduced herself,
"I'm Hermione Granger," she stuck out her hand, "you are?"
"Roxanne Potter," she said quietly back, shaking Hermione's hand firmly.
"Potter?" Ron mouthed to Harry. He shrugged and looked back to Dumbledore, who had begun to speak again,
"To our newcomers," said Dumbledore in a ringing voice, stretching his hands wide and a beaming smile on his lips. All of the whispering silenced as he spoke, Roxanne sniffled again, "welcome! To our old hands -- welcome back! There is a time for speech making, and this is not it. Tuck in!"
And as it always did, bountiful amounts of food magically appeared on the table and everyone began to fill their plates. Roxanne began to eat as well, a little surprised by the appearance of the food, but nevertheless hungry. After a few moments filled only with the sounds of clanging silverware, Roxanne began to stare at Harry.
"Is that you, Harry?" she asked, squinting at him. Pausing in mid-bite, Harry nodded. Roxanne gave a wide smile, her face lighting up. "It's been absolutely ages since I've seen you!" She jumped up and ran around to where Harry sat and gave him a clinging hug. Harry looked at her, as did the rest of the table, with a very confused expression. Trying to keep a distance between himself and this odd girl, he patted her back. It seemed as everyone was giving her looks at every given opportunity. Could it be possible that the orphaned Harry Potter had magical relations that were not yet dead? Roxanne looked at the confused faces surrounding her, particularly Harry's. "I'm your father's cousin's daughter. Harry, we're second cousins!"
A little firework exploded in Harry's stomach. He wasn't as alone as he thought. Now knowing who she was he hugged her back, ignoring the fact that she was still soaked to the bone. They released the embrace and Roxanne sat herself between Harry and Ron, reaching over the table to grab her plate and move it to her. Ginny smiled,
"Well isn't that nice Harry? You have family."
"It's just me." Roxanne interrupted, her happy disposition disappearing as she looked down at her plate. "My father passed away two days ago.He worked for the Ministry and Mr. Weasley suggested for me to come here ages ago. I'd be safe with Dumbledore around."
Hermione raised an eyebrow to this but comforted Roxanne by patting her hand that rested on the table. Questions would be best answered later.
"And I'd get to be with Harry. And you Weasley's too." Roxanne looked up at Harry and gave a weak smile.
"Pardon?" Ginny spoke again at the mention of her last name
"Your dad is my guardian." Roxanne spoke, smiling. Ron was confused,
"What do you mean? We have another sister?" Ginny's eyes lit up,
"I have a sister!?"
"Well, yes, sort of." Roxanne smiled, "I'm sure you all have a guardian too, like, if your parents were to die then you would have another adult or family to go and live with. Like Harry went to live with those muggles, even though he was supposed to go with Sir-"
Ron covered her mouth,
"Seeeriously, Roxanne, it's Snuffles not seriously."
Ron winked at her one too many times for his cover up to be very believable if anyone had been listening in. Roxanne nodded her head with raised eyebrows and Ron removed his hand. Hermione leaned in across the table,
"You know about Snuffles?" Roxanne nodded,
"And Moony and Prongs and" she made a face, "Wormtail as well."
"And how they tie in with, well, you know, him."
Roxanne whispered to Hermione,
"Voldemort?" Hermione nodded. Roxanne nodded back, "yes, I know all about that."
Hermione was stunned and Roxanne returned to her pumpkin juice and continued on with conversation as normal,
"The Burrow is the most curious place I think I've ever been in."
**like it? Hate it? Let me know! This is the first fanfic I've written since..dear lord, six years ago maybe? And that one really really sucked.so..yeah! let me know! I'll love you for it! The more reviews the more inspiration and confidence I'll have in myself to write! Wheee!
-Not So Alone-
The ceiling of the great hall was storming as Euan Abercrombie slid off the stool after Professor McGonagall lifted the Sorting Hat from his head. Moments later, a pale and shaking girl slowly made her way into the Great Hall. She had two long braids of dark auburn hair and electric blue eyes which greatly contrasted with her currently red nose. She wore no robes, but muggle clothing: blue jeans and a scarlet red tee-shirt. She was soaked from head to toe from the rain outdoors. From her pocket she pulled a wet handkerchief and wiped her nose before looking around the hall. Seeing Professor McGonagall she pardoned herself through the crowd of first years where her short height was quickly evident.
"Excuse me, ma'am but, oh one moment ple-ple-ple" she sneezed into her handkerchief. "Bless me, much better. Ma'am, could you please direct me to which table I should sit at?"
The applause for poor little Euan had died as the students stared at this girl in confusion. Professor McGonagall motioned to the stool in front of her,
"You'll have to be seated here first, Ms. Potter, I presume." The girl nodded and hesitantly walked to the stool and sat down. Professor McGonagall dropped the sorting hat onto her head.
"Another Potter, eh?" She jumped as she heard the voice of the hat resonate in her ears. "Let's see here, intelligent enough, very diligent. Hm, yes. Much like your parents. Very eager, oh yes, you do want to win something here. Respect, perhaps? You hold so many secrets, brave as well. You've been through so much, girl. Where to put you? Well, it better be, GRYFFINDOR!"
the hat shouted to the entire hall. The Professors clapped politely and the Gryffindor table began to clap after a moment. Then rest of the hall joined in as well, but all were very confused.
Ms. Potter walked to the Gryffindor table and looked for a seat. Best friends Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil turned slightly, looking away from her; the second years looked at her as if she was a wet rat; Hermione Granger, on another hand, felt an injustice and stood up to wave Ms. Potter over. Ms. Potter saw Hermione's hand in the air and, slightly relieved, rushed over to sit next to her. Ms. Potter sat between Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley with Ron Weasley sitting across from her, and Harry Potter diagonal of her. Harry was quite surprised and slightly confused as to how her name could be Potter as well. As far as he knew, he had no other relatives.
After she sat down, Hermione quietly introduced herself,
"I'm Hermione Granger," she stuck out her hand, "you are?"
"Roxanne Potter," she said quietly back, shaking Hermione's hand firmly.
"Potter?" Ron mouthed to Harry. He shrugged and looked back to Dumbledore, who had begun to speak again,
"To our newcomers," said Dumbledore in a ringing voice, stretching his hands wide and a beaming smile on his lips. All of the whispering silenced as he spoke, Roxanne sniffled again, "welcome! To our old hands -- welcome back! There is a time for speech making, and this is not it. Tuck in!"
And as it always did, bountiful amounts of food magically appeared on the table and everyone began to fill their plates. Roxanne began to eat as well, a little surprised by the appearance of the food, but nevertheless hungry. After a few moments filled only with the sounds of clanging silverware, Roxanne began to stare at Harry.
"Is that you, Harry?" she asked, squinting at him. Pausing in mid-bite, Harry nodded. Roxanne gave a wide smile, her face lighting up. "It's been absolutely ages since I've seen you!" She jumped up and ran around to where Harry sat and gave him a clinging hug. Harry looked at her, as did the rest of the table, with a very confused expression. Trying to keep a distance between himself and this odd girl, he patted her back. It seemed as everyone was giving her looks at every given opportunity. Could it be possible that the orphaned Harry Potter had magical relations that were not yet dead? Roxanne looked at the confused faces surrounding her, particularly Harry's. "I'm your father's cousin's daughter. Harry, we're second cousins!"
A little firework exploded in Harry's stomach. He wasn't as alone as he thought. Now knowing who she was he hugged her back, ignoring the fact that she was still soaked to the bone. They released the embrace and Roxanne sat herself between Harry and Ron, reaching over the table to grab her plate and move it to her. Ginny smiled,
"Well isn't that nice Harry? You have family."
"It's just me." Roxanne interrupted, her happy disposition disappearing as she looked down at her plate. "My father passed away two days ago.He worked for the Ministry and Mr. Weasley suggested for me to come here ages ago. I'd be safe with Dumbledore around."
Hermione raised an eyebrow to this but comforted Roxanne by patting her hand that rested on the table. Questions would be best answered later.
"And I'd get to be with Harry. And you Weasley's too." Roxanne looked up at Harry and gave a weak smile.
"Pardon?" Ginny spoke again at the mention of her last name
"Your dad is my guardian." Roxanne spoke, smiling. Ron was confused,
"What do you mean? We have another sister?" Ginny's eyes lit up,
"I have a sister!?"
"Well, yes, sort of." Roxanne smiled, "I'm sure you all have a guardian too, like, if your parents were to die then you would have another adult or family to go and live with. Like Harry went to live with those muggles, even though he was supposed to go with Sir-"
Ron covered her mouth,
"Seeeriously, Roxanne, it's Snuffles not seriously."
Ron winked at her one too many times for his cover up to be very believable if anyone had been listening in. Roxanne nodded her head with raised eyebrows and Ron removed his hand. Hermione leaned in across the table,
"You know about Snuffles?" Roxanne nodded,
"And Moony and Prongs and" she made a face, "Wormtail as well."
"And how they tie in with, well, you know, him."
Roxanne whispered to Hermione,
"Voldemort?" Hermione nodded. Roxanne nodded back, "yes, I know all about that."
Hermione was stunned and Roxanne returned to her pumpkin juice and continued on with conversation as normal,
"The Burrow is the most curious place I think I've ever been in."
**like it? Hate it? Let me know! This is the first fanfic I've written since..dear lord, six years ago maybe? And that one really really sucked.so..yeah! let me know! I'll love you for it! The more reviews the more inspiration and confidence I'll have in myself to write! Wheee!