Legal Jargon: I bow down to J.K. Rowling's feet and beg for her forgiveness
as I take her characters from behind her back and use it in this story:
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny, (and although I'd hate to say it) Draco
and some other characters are not mine!
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
What Sort Of Person Are You?
The train skid to a halt upon the arrival of its destination. Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. The first year's marveled at their surroundings as a faintly gray, but still huge Hagrid herd them along. He had a great time identifying former student's children.
"Terry Boot's daughter? Hope ye're sorted in Ravenclaw too. What? Susan Bone's son? My my, ye're a big fella!..." He then stopped at the Weasley twins. "Dear Merlin! _more_Weasley's!"
Millie laughed.
"The names Millie. Daddy told me about you." She expressed with great warmth. "He said that you were cool."
Hagrid was flattered at the compliment, which he rarely receives. Millie really knows how to get onto people's good side. Bayard, the awfully timid, just gave a nervous smile.
'He's like his father,' Hagrid thought to himself. 'but far worse in the nerves department.'
"Hello Hagrid." Raven greeted. "I'm Raven."
Hagrid beamed.
"Harry and Hermione's lil' girl!" he exclaimed with much enthusiasm. "You're parents have been owling me telling me all about ya! Why, yer look a lot like both of them. But yer definitely got yere daddy's eyes." He commented, implying on her emerald green eyes. Raven smiled. Hagrid ruffled her hair a bit. "And your mom's smile. Let's hope yer have her brains too."
*****
"My GOD! This place is HUGE!!!" Millie tried not to freak as she flicked through her newest book, 'Hogwarts: The Architectural Wonder Of The Magical World'. The children couldn't believe their eyes as they looked up at the enchanted candles floating above their heads. The older year students were already seated as they waited impatiently for the sorting to start so that they can begin stuffing themselves with food.
The first years were lined up in alphabetical order as the Headmaster approached the stand to give an opening speech.
"Dear Merlin," one of the students whispered to Raven. "It's STILL Professor Dumbledore! He's practically outlived all the former teachers at this school. By god, he still looks the same as photos twenty years ago."
And it was true, Albus Dumbledore looked like he hasn't aged a year since he began his job as the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Still the same long beard, half moon glasses and a absurdly pointy hat. He made his way to the stand and gave his speech.
"(let's just skip a lot of it, shall we?). Once again, I am overjoyed as another year of schooling begins for you. Now, Let the sorting begin!"
All the house cheered at that as the first first year approached and Dumbledor revealed the sorting hat. The boy sat on the stool as the hat was placed on his head and.
". better be RAVENCLAW!" Loud cheers emitted from the Ravenclaw table.
A few more students later, a sight shocked everyone. It was a girl with long blonde perfectly curled hair and beautiful skin to match. Her school robe was exceptionally tight, probably on purpose, so that it defined her 'assets'. It was hard to believe she was just 12. She moved on stage, as she waddled her butt in a seductive way and prepared to be sorted. Her name was Desdemona Dursley. Raven thought that sounded awfully familiar, but dismissed the thought.
Desdemona flicked her hair and held her nose high as the hat was place on to her head.
". SLYTHERIN!"
She was genuinely impressed and made her way to the table of drooling male Slytherins.
After many more sortings.
"Potter, Raven."
Silence lingered the Great Hall for the daughter of _the_ celebrity sauntered on stage. Raven pursed her lips, trying to control her apprehension. She looked out to the tables. From Gryffindor to Hufflepuff, to Ravenclaw to Slytherin. She stopped her gaze at Slytherin. Guthrie was sitting at the table, eyeing her too.
*****
Guthrie watched with interest as Raven walked on stage looking as frightened as a deer. Funny how she had the guts to stand up to her but is terrified to be sorted. He remembered when he was up there last year, just like her.
*Flash Back*
"Ahhh. A Malfoy, which is part Weasley. This is interesting." Guthrie wriggled a bit on the stood when the hat talked to him. "With the qualities of a mighty Slytherin yet with the courage of a successful Gryffindor."
Guthrie had remembered what his father told him. It was either Slytherin, or no more pocket money for him. ever. He would not have listened to him and would have instantly be willing to be in Gryffindor, just to piss him off. But he also knows that he belong more in Slytherin than in Gryffindor. It's the destiny of a Malfoy. With that in mind, he decided to _negotiate_ with the hat.
"Listen you piece of crap. Just put me in Slytherin and everyone will be happy and you won't be turned into a new pair of gloves."
The hate raised an eyebrow.
"A threat eh? That settles it. If not Gryffindor then it is. SLYTHERIN!"
*****
". GRYFFINDOR!"
A roar was heard from the Gryffindor table as Raven made her way down there to join her new housemates at the table. She sat and waited anxiously for the Weasley's to be sorted.
After sorting all the students from I to V, the Weasley's were to be sorted.
"Weasley, Bayard."
Bayard strolled on stage, trying to keep a straight face while all eyes were watching him. As the sorting hat was sorting him, he turned to Raven for comfort. She gave him a smile and suddenly he was given a boost of courage.
"Weasley. I've been sorting you people for the past 30 years. Hmmm. But perhaps you're not brave enough and I should put you in Hufflepuff."
Bayard froze but the hat continued.
". but since you still have some of the Weasley qualities in you, so it's. GRYFFINDOR!"
Bayard let out a sigh of relief and made his way to sit next to Raven.
And as for Millie's sorting, it only took ten seconds before the hat sorted her to Gryffindor.
"The hat said I was braver than my father." She later told Raven and Bayard. "But then again, daddy was a big sissy back in his days."
The sorting finished and the food magically appeared on the table. The children wasted no time in depleting the food supply in record time. It was after the food non-magically disappeared that all students were sent to their own quarters as the First Year students were lead around by the prefects of their house.
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Next Chapter: The students have been sorted and classes are to begin the next day. Is all the commotion is making some students restless. And who is Desdemona?
Author's Note: I honestly believe this is not a very exciting chapter, in other words, it's boring, but hopefully once the classes start, things would heat up a bit. Thanks for the people that reviewed, and I'll write soon! P.S. Today is my birthday! (Dec 13th)
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
----------
~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
What Sort Of Person Are You?
The train skid to a halt upon the arrival of its destination. Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. The first year's marveled at their surroundings as a faintly gray, but still huge Hagrid herd them along. He had a great time identifying former student's children.
"Terry Boot's daughter? Hope ye're sorted in Ravenclaw too. What? Susan Bone's son? My my, ye're a big fella!..." He then stopped at the Weasley twins. "Dear Merlin! _more_Weasley's!"
Millie laughed.
"The names Millie. Daddy told me about you." She expressed with great warmth. "He said that you were cool."
Hagrid was flattered at the compliment, which he rarely receives. Millie really knows how to get onto people's good side. Bayard, the awfully timid, just gave a nervous smile.
'He's like his father,' Hagrid thought to himself. 'but far worse in the nerves department.'
"Hello Hagrid." Raven greeted. "I'm Raven."
Hagrid beamed.
"Harry and Hermione's lil' girl!" he exclaimed with much enthusiasm. "You're parents have been owling me telling me all about ya! Why, yer look a lot like both of them. But yer definitely got yere daddy's eyes." He commented, implying on her emerald green eyes. Raven smiled. Hagrid ruffled her hair a bit. "And your mom's smile. Let's hope yer have her brains too."
*****
"My GOD! This place is HUGE!!!" Millie tried not to freak as she flicked through her newest book, 'Hogwarts: The Architectural Wonder Of The Magical World'. The children couldn't believe their eyes as they looked up at the enchanted candles floating above their heads. The older year students were already seated as they waited impatiently for the sorting to start so that they can begin stuffing themselves with food.
The first years were lined up in alphabetical order as the Headmaster approached the stand to give an opening speech.
"Dear Merlin," one of the students whispered to Raven. "It's STILL Professor Dumbledore! He's practically outlived all the former teachers at this school. By god, he still looks the same as photos twenty years ago."
And it was true, Albus Dumbledore looked like he hasn't aged a year since he began his job as the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Still the same long beard, half moon glasses and a absurdly pointy hat. He made his way to the stand and gave his speech.
"(let's just skip a lot of it, shall we?). Once again, I am overjoyed as another year of schooling begins for you. Now, Let the sorting begin!"
All the house cheered at that as the first first year approached and Dumbledor revealed the sorting hat. The boy sat on the stool as the hat was placed on his head and.
". better be RAVENCLAW!" Loud cheers emitted from the Ravenclaw table.
A few more students later, a sight shocked everyone. It was a girl with long blonde perfectly curled hair and beautiful skin to match. Her school robe was exceptionally tight, probably on purpose, so that it defined her 'assets'. It was hard to believe she was just 12. She moved on stage, as she waddled her butt in a seductive way and prepared to be sorted. Her name was Desdemona Dursley. Raven thought that sounded awfully familiar, but dismissed the thought.
Desdemona flicked her hair and held her nose high as the hat was place on to her head.
". SLYTHERIN!"
She was genuinely impressed and made her way to the table of drooling male Slytherins.
After many more sortings.
"Potter, Raven."
Silence lingered the Great Hall for the daughter of _the_ celebrity sauntered on stage. Raven pursed her lips, trying to control her apprehension. She looked out to the tables. From Gryffindor to Hufflepuff, to Ravenclaw to Slytherin. She stopped her gaze at Slytherin. Guthrie was sitting at the table, eyeing her too.
*****
Guthrie watched with interest as Raven walked on stage looking as frightened as a deer. Funny how she had the guts to stand up to her but is terrified to be sorted. He remembered when he was up there last year, just like her.
*Flash Back*
"Ahhh. A Malfoy, which is part Weasley. This is interesting." Guthrie wriggled a bit on the stood when the hat talked to him. "With the qualities of a mighty Slytherin yet with the courage of a successful Gryffindor."
Guthrie had remembered what his father told him. It was either Slytherin, or no more pocket money for him. ever. He would not have listened to him and would have instantly be willing to be in Gryffindor, just to piss him off. But he also knows that he belong more in Slytherin than in Gryffindor. It's the destiny of a Malfoy. With that in mind, he decided to _negotiate_ with the hat.
"Listen you piece of crap. Just put me in Slytherin and everyone will be happy and you won't be turned into a new pair of gloves."
The hate raised an eyebrow.
"A threat eh? That settles it. If not Gryffindor then it is. SLYTHERIN!"
*****
". GRYFFINDOR!"
A roar was heard from the Gryffindor table as Raven made her way down there to join her new housemates at the table. She sat and waited anxiously for the Weasley's to be sorted.
After sorting all the students from I to V, the Weasley's were to be sorted.
"Weasley, Bayard."
Bayard strolled on stage, trying to keep a straight face while all eyes were watching him. As the sorting hat was sorting him, he turned to Raven for comfort. She gave him a smile and suddenly he was given a boost of courage.
"Weasley. I've been sorting you people for the past 30 years. Hmmm. But perhaps you're not brave enough and I should put you in Hufflepuff."
Bayard froze but the hat continued.
". but since you still have some of the Weasley qualities in you, so it's. GRYFFINDOR!"
Bayard let out a sigh of relief and made his way to sit next to Raven.
And as for Millie's sorting, it only took ten seconds before the hat sorted her to Gryffindor.
"The hat said I was braver than my father." She later told Raven and Bayard. "But then again, daddy was a big sissy back in his days."
The sorting finished and the food magically appeared on the table. The children wasted no time in depleting the food supply in record time. It was after the food non-magically disappeared that all students were sent to their own quarters as the First Year students were lead around by the prefects of their house.
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Next Chapter: The students have been sorted and classes are to begin the next day. Is all the commotion is making some students restless. And who is Desdemona?
Author's Note: I honestly believe this is not a very exciting chapter, in other words, it's boring, but hopefully once the classes start, things would heat up a bit. Thanks for the people that reviewed, and I'll write soon! P.S. Today is my birthday! (Dec 13th)