Irene Goes to Hogwarts
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The next few days were spent of perfecting Irene. Hermione had everything ready. She knew here life backwards and forwards, but there were a number of perks to Irene. She could learn what everyone thought of herself, she could be a person totally different from herself, and most of all she could control her own life. This was the best gift she could ever have been given. It was as if someone had said 'Here, we now give you a year of freedom, do whatever you want as long as your grades are up.' She would not screw things up this time!
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"Irene, honey, we have to get to the platform early. You don't want to be late do you?"
"No Aunt Jane. Gosh, this still feels really weird!" Irene broke into a fit of giggles.
"I know, but we have to do it."
"Ok. Let's go. Can I drive?" Since the accident and her car was a wreck, they had gotten her a new car, much more to her liking. A 1989 Chevrolet Corvette in medium blue with matching interior, automatic, perfect for any growing girl. It was now one of her most prized possessions. Except for Crookshanks, who she couldn't bring to Hogwarts this year, for people might recognize him.
"How on Earth did you get such a nice car. We didn't give you THAT much money!"
"Anything is possible when you have both a bank account and a large vault at a magical bank!" Irene replied with a sneaky smile.
"Just don't do anything stupid!"
" I know aunt Jane."
They got into the car any drove in a comfortable silence to the train station, where Irene left her 'Aunt' to get on the train. Now it was time to put her acting skills to the test. While everyone said she couldn't lie, she defiantly could act, when she wanted to.
"Excuse me," she said to one of her friends Lavender, who defiantly didn't recognize her. "Can you please tell me where I can find platform 9 ¾? I am a transfer student and I can't seem to find it." She put on her best 'help me please' face s she looked around wildly.
" Sure, come with me. Ok, now what you have to do is walk through that wall, and you'll be home free. Just don't let any muggles see you."
"Muggles? What a muggle?" She asked. " I'll never get used to British accents and words." " A muggle is a non magical person."
" Oh, thanks. See you on the train then."
"Alright, good luck."
With that, a nervous looking Irene walked through the barrier of platforms 9 and 10. She managed to get through, and when she did, she acted like a first year that had its breath taken away. That wasn't too hard though. Every year it looked dazzling.
Instantly she got an empty compartment and sat down. She stupidly sat down in the seat that if the door was opened, it looked like no one was in here, and no one could see her from the outside. She had become invisible in her seat. This was not her goal.
Soon after, Harry and Ron came in, both looking less than pleased. " Where is she? Are you sure she didn't tell you anything Ron?" Harry asked.
"I haven't seen her all summer mate, do you think something happened to her? I mean, she didn't look to pleased to be caught by us in Diagon Alley."
"Do you really think that's the case? That she'd skip going to Hogwarts because we saw her? She was going to be Head Girl for goodness sakes!"
'Irene' had watched this unfold right in front of her. It was only then that she cleared her throat. "Ahhm" Both boys looked up at her.
"'Mione!" Ron ran to her.
"I'm sorry, who? I think you have me mistaken for someone else."
"Oh, sorry for bothering you." Wit those words said, a whistle blew and the train lurched forwards. "We thought you were our best friend, Hermione Granger."
"We'll just o back to our compartment them. By the way, what house are you in?"
"Gryffindor, 7th year. My name is Irene Ohm."
"I don't recognize you. Oh, and I'm Harry Potter. This is my best friend Ron Weasley."
"I just transferred from Salem Academy in the States. It's a pleasure to meet The Harry Potter, and his best friend."
"Oh, well, sorry to bother you."
With that, both boys left hr compartment, disappointed. Although, disappointed would be an understatement, possibly the understatement of the century.
About a half hour later the door opened again. This time revealing a well- built blonde haired gray eyed someone whom Irene didn't want to deal with.
"I can't believe I can't find her. Is she dead? Did I kill her? I should have stayed around to make sure she was ok, even if she is a worthless mudblood, and I can't believe Potty and Weasel haven't talked to her. Did she leave school, and Jake seems very upset about it. What is with that guy? I mean, he acts like she's his no matter what." He kept on pacing and rambling around, until he noticed he was not alone. "What are you doing here?" He towered over the 5'6" frame of Hermione at 6' 3".
" It's a pleasure to meet you too." She said, completely unfazed by his anger.
"Who are you?"
"Irene Ohm. I'm a transfer student from Salem Academy."
"Oh. You look familiar. Have we met before?"
"I highly doubt it."
" Well. If that's all, I'll just leave you alone."
"I'm sorry to hear about whatever happened."
"You were listening?"
"Possibly."
"Why?"
"Because you sounded distraught, and I thought you might want to get it off your chest. It's always good to tell a person who doesn't know you, and ill probably never see you again your troubles, because then they can't judge you."
"Hmm.well.let's se where to begin." And so, Draco told her the whole story from the beginning, from where he was tortured by his father, to where he met the incredible mudblood hat stole his heart, although he still hadn't realized it, to where he was afraid he had killed her. "And that's about it. I don't know where she is, or how to find her."
" You never know, she may be closer than you think." Irene said, a small smile gracing her features. "Now, if you'll please leave, I must change my robes." She said as the speaker cam on announcing that they would arrive at Hogwarts in 5 minutes time.
^^^^^^^ The sorting had started, but not one 7th year Gryffindor paid any attention.
"Where is she?" Harry grumbled as he looked around the Great Hall. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He did notice, however, that a certain new transfer student had sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"How the Hell am I supposed to know?" Ron whined back. Both were in horrible moods since learning that Hermione was nowhere to be found.
Irene suddenly felt the urge to go up to them and reprimand both of them for their language, but she felt it would be to revealing had she done that. Instead she settled for a glare down at their end of the table. Where she was now was with Seamus and Dean. Both trying to flirt with her, and failing miserably.
"So, Irene, what life like in America?" Ginny Weasley asked.
"It's nice. Quite different from here I suppose." 'Shit! Bad answer! I need to work on my cover story!' "It's defiantly less formal there, and it's more easy going from what I have seen." 'Where the hell did that come from! I'm Hermione Granger, I can't lie to save my life!'
"I have a cousin who lives in the states. Do you know him? His name is Thomas Cruise. I believe he is quite famous there." Dean said.
"Never heard of him." Hermione was in trouble now!
"Really, that's quite surprising. Well, if you don't mind, I was thinking I would head up to the common room, care to join me.?" But just as he started his proposal, Dumbledore stood up and began talking about the same old news.
"Welcome to another Year at Hogwarts. It is my great pleasure to introduce a number of new faces. First, please give a warm welcome to our new exchange student, Irene Ohm. She has traveled far from her home in America to spend her last year of school with us. I'm sure you'll all give her a pleasant experience of Hogwarts, and England in general." Hermione stood up as her name was called. It was so weird. She felt so out of place here. " As to another introduction, may I introduce our new DADA teacher: Mrs. Lillian Wiessman. She will be your teacher for this year. Please treat her with the respect you show all of your teachers." A young woman stood up. She looked to be in her late twenties, and was gorgeous. Her dirty blonde hair was almost gold, and the robes could not hide her shapely figure she wore. Every poor boy in the school with at least some hormones was absolutely enthralled by her. She looked like a fallen Angel. "Our Head boy and girl are Mr. Malfoy and Miss Ohm, ho will both bring new ideas to our school. And now, Let's Eat!"
If anyone at all found it weird that the exchange student was Head Girl, they kept it to themselves. They mostly thought it would have been Granger, but many were glad that it wasn't Granger who had taken over the position. It was some carefree exchange student, who wouldn't try to control them. The only people who thought it was suspicious was in Slytherin, apart from a Ravenclaw and a few Gryffindors.
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The next few days were spent of perfecting Irene. Hermione had everything ready. She knew here life backwards and forwards, but there were a number of perks to Irene. She could learn what everyone thought of herself, she could be a person totally different from herself, and most of all she could control her own life. This was the best gift she could ever have been given. It was as if someone had said 'Here, we now give you a year of freedom, do whatever you want as long as your grades are up.' She would not screw things up this time!
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"Irene, honey, we have to get to the platform early. You don't want to be late do you?"
"No Aunt Jane. Gosh, this still feels really weird!" Irene broke into a fit of giggles.
"I know, but we have to do it."
"Ok. Let's go. Can I drive?" Since the accident and her car was a wreck, they had gotten her a new car, much more to her liking. A 1989 Chevrolet Corvette in medium blue with matching interior, automatic, perfect for any growing girl. It was now one of her most prized possessions. Except for Crookshanks, who she couldn't bring to Hogwarts this year, for people might recognize him.
"How on Earth did you get such a nice car. We didn't give you THAT much money!"
"Anything is possible when you have both a bank account and a large vault at a magical bank!" Irene replied with a sneaky smile.
"Just don't do anything stupid!"
" I know aunt Jane."
They got into the car any drove in a comfortable silence to the train station, where Irene left her 'Aunt' to get on the train. Now it was time to put her acting skills to the test. While everyone said she couldn't lie, she defiantly could act, when she wanted to.
"Excuse me," she said to one of her friends Lavender, who defiantly didn't recognize her. "Can you please tell me where I can find platform 9 ¾? I am a transfer student and I can't seem to find it." She put on her best 'help me please' face s she looked around wildly.
" Sure, come with me. Ok, now what you have to do is walk through that wall, and you'll be home free. Just don't let any muggles see you."
"Muggles? What a muggle?" She asked. " I'll never get used to British accents and words." " A muggle is a non magical person."
" Oh, thanks. See you on the train then."
"Alright, good luck."
With that, a nervous looking Irene walked through the barrier of platforms 9 and 10. She managed to get through, and when she did, she acted like a first year that had its breath taken away. That wasn't too hard though. Every year it looked dazzling.
Instantly she got an empty compartment and sat down. She stupidly sat down in the seat that if the door was opened, it looked like no one was in here, and no one could see her from the outside. She had become invisible in her seat. This was not her goal.
Soon after, Harry and Ron came in, both looking less than pleased. " Where is she? Are you sure she didn't tell you anything Ron?" Harry asked.
"I haven't seen her all summer mate, do you think something happened to her? I mean, she didn't look to pleased to be caught by us in Diagon Alley."
"Do you really think that's the case? That she'd skip going to Hogwarts because we saw her? She was going to be Head Girl for goodness sakes!"
'Irene' had watched this unfold right in front of her. It was only then that she cleared her throat. "Ahhm" Both boys looked up at her.
"'Mione!" Ron ran to her.
"I'm sorry, who? I think you have me mistaken for someone else."
"Oh, sorry for bothering you." Wit those words said, a whistle blew and the train lurched forwards. "We thought you were our best friend, Hermione Granger."
"We'll just o back to our compartment them. By the way, what house are you in?"
"Gryffindor, 7th year. My name is Irene Ohm."
"I don't recognize you. Oh, and I'm Harry Potter. This is my best friend Ron Weasley."
"I just transferred from Salem Academy in the States. It's a pleasure to meet The Harry Potter, and his best friend."
"Oh, well, sorry to bother you."
With that, both boys left hr compartment, disappointed. Although, disappointed would be an understatement, possibly the understatement of the century.
About a half hour later the door opened again. This time revealing a well- built blonde haired gray eyed someone whom Irene didn't want to deal with.
"I can't believe I can't find her. Is she dead? Did I kill her? I should have stayed around to make sure she was ok, even if she is a worthless mudblood, and I can't believe Potty and Weasel haven't talked to her. Did she leave school, and Jake seems very upset about it. What is with that guy? I mean, he acts like she's his no matter what." He kept on pacing and rambling around, until he noticed he was not alone. "What are you doing here?" He towered over the 5'6" frame of Hermione at 6' 3".
" It's a pleasure to meet you too." She said, completely unfazed by his anger.
"Who are you?"
"Irene Ohm. I'm a transfer student from Salem Academy."
"Oh. You look familiar. Have we met before?"
"I highly doubt it."
" Well. If that's all, I'll just leave you alone."
"I'm sorry to hear about whatever happened."
"You were listening?"
"Possibly."
"Why?"
"Because you sounded distraught, and I thought you might want to get it off your chest. It's always good to tell a person who doesn't know you, and ill probably never see you again your troubles, because then they can't judge you."
"Hmm.well.let's se where to begin." And so, Draco told her the whole story from the beginning, from where he was tortured by his father, to where he met the incredible mudblood hat stole his heart, although he still hadn't realized it, to where he was afraid he had killed her. "And that's about it. I don't know where she is, or how to find her."
" You never know, she may be closer than you think." Irene said, a small smile gracing her features. "Now, if you'll please leave, I must change my robes." She said as the speaker cam on announcing that they would arrive at Hogwarts in 5 minutes time.
^^^^^^^ The sorting had started, but not one 7th year Gryffindor paid any attention.
"Where is she?" Harry grumbled as he looked around the Great Hall. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He did notice, however, that a certain new transfer student had sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"How the Hell am I supposed to know?" Ron whined back. Both were in horrible moods since learning that Hermione was nowhere to be found.
Irene suddenly felt the urge to go up to them and reprimand both of them for their language, but she felt it would be to revealing had she done that. Instead she settled for a glare down at their end of the table. Where she was now was with Seamus and Dean. Both trying to flirt with her, and failing miserably.
"So, Irene, what life like in America?" Ginny Weasley asked.
"It's nice. Quite different from here I suppose." 'Shit! Bad answer! I need to work on my cover story!' "It's defiantly less formal there, and it's more easy going from what I have seen." 'Where the hell did that come from! I'm Hermione Granger, I can't lie to save my life!'
"I have a cousin who lives in the states. Do you know him? His name is Thomas Cruise. I believe he is quite famous there." Dean said.
"Never heard of him." Hermione was in trouble now!
"Really, that's quite surprising. Well, if you don't mind, I was thinking I would head up to the common room, care to join me.?" But just as he started his proposal, Dumbledore stood up and began talking about the same old news.
"Welcome to another Year at Hogwarts. It is my great pleasure to introduce a number of new faces. First, please give a warm welcome to our new exchange student, Irene Ohm. She has traveled far from her home in America to spend her last year of school with us. I'm sure you'll all give her a pleasant experience of Hogwarts, and England in general." Hermione stood up as her name was called. It was so weird. She felt so out of place here. " As to another introduction, may I introduce our new DADA teacher: Mrs. Lillian Wiessman. She will be your teacher for this year. Please treat her with the respect you show all of your teachers." A young woman stood up. She looked to be in her late twenties, and was gorgeous. Her dirty blonde hair was almost gold, and the robes could not hide her shapely figure she wore. Every poor boy in the school with at least some hormones was absolutely enthralled by her. She looked like a fallen Angel. "Our Head boy and girl are Mr. Malfoy and Miss Ohm, ho will both bring new ideas to our school. And now, Let's Eat!"
If anyone at all found it weird that the exchange student was Head Girl, they kept it to themselves. They mostly thought it would have been Granger, but many were glad that it wasn't Granger who had taken over the position. It was some carefree exchange student, who wouldn't try to control them. The only people who thought it was suspicious was in Slytherin, apart from a Ravenclaw and a few Gryffindors.
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