Hey all, this is my first HP fanfic, so don't kill me. This one is MINE, not my friends! lol I hope you like it.
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Title: Some American Magic
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own anything you recognize in this story. All that stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling. I DO own Adessa, Elane, and a couple other characters that will show up.
Note: My italics DO NOT work, so anything supposed to be italicized will be surrounded by /s. /word/ -- like that.
Chapter One: Invasion of the Americans
Harry fidgeted impatiently in his chair, fingering his Head Boy badge, and waiting for the last of the first years to finish being sorted. He smiled in anticipation of the upcoming feast, when the last of the new wizards was called to sit upon the stool. Just as the Sorting Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!" through the slit it used as a mouth, the doors to the Great Hall burst open. Two women strode in quickly, obviously agitated, and want quickly to Dumbledore's table. There was mild curiosity in the Headmaster's eyes, as he held up a hand for silence, for the moment the doors had opened, the whispers had begun.
Ron was among the whisperers. "Who's that?" He asked, "I wonder if it's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I hope she's not like last years!" The people that heard that last comment muttered fervently, /not/ wanting a repeat of last year's Umbridge woman. Harry didn't say anything because he was staring at the two that walking up the aisle between tables. They could've been twins, those women, all except for their clothing, and a slightly obvious age difference. Harry fingered the scar upon the back of his hand which read, "I will not tell lies," and memories of murtlap essence filled his head. Harry's eyes traveled restlessly over the two women, taking in their identical golden-brown hair streaming down their backs and their muggle clothing, a sight Harry had come to associate with boredom, angst, and aunts, uncles, and annoying cousins.
Because the women were exactly similar in feature and hair, they could have been twins. Had their clothing been the same and had one not had a slightly younger face. The younger looking one was wearing tight jeans, a dark magenta shirt, and shoes that were called....iHarry struggled to remember/i...Platforms! Black platforms, and a nice jean jacket to complete the outfit. The woman that looked to be slightly older was wearing a long black skirt, of a thin, gauzy material, with boots that showed when she walked, and a white blouse. Over that, she was wearing a long, light blue jacket that extended halfway down her skirt. As they passed by Harry, he saw they both had startling green eyes, and before he could look away, he met the younger pair, and watched in shock as barely manicured eyebrows rose, crinkled with mirth. A "Hmpf!" sounded from behind him, and he had to look away from those beautiful eyes to see Hermione pouting at her and shooting deadly glares at the backs of the women walking towards the dias.
Once the women reached the standing wizard, Dumbledore smiled and spoke to them as if he only knew them slightly. "Professor Thompson," A triumphant noise erupted from Ron beside Harry. "Elane. And young Adessa. How are you?"
Dumbledore nodded at each of the women as he addressed them, but seemed to miss the squeak of indignation from the woman, now identified as Adessa, when he called her "young."
"We're fine, we're fine." The one named Elane said, and everyone noticed the profound American accent. Not Southern, but without the beauty of the British mixed in. The whispering started again. "We would be better, Albus," She continued over the whisperers. "Had you warned us that this was a no Apparate area." Dumbledore looked at her blankly. "We tried to Apparate in, Albus! We were left unconscious for several hours outside the gates, hence our late arrival."
People around the Great Hall were wincing and giving pitying looks to the Thompsons. After a few minutes of profound apologies from Dumbledore (and from Hermione, some snickers of uneducated people who hadn't read Hogwarts, A History), the Headmaster addressed the student body again (Ron elbowed Hermione sharply, and Hermione realized she was talking about her friends).
"Everyone, I would like to present to you your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Elane Thompson, and her daughter Adessa. Both of whom transferred to Hogwarts from W.U.A., or the Wizarding University of America. Adessa will be joining the sixth year here, because she has already taken her Ordinary Wizarding Level Tests. Adessa just needs to be Sorted." The headmaster turned to address the jeans clad girl. "If you will please seat yourself upon the stool and place the Sorting Hat on your head."
Adessa walked calmly to the stool, her hips swaying slightly, Harry couldn't keep from noticing. She sat down gingerly, then placed the hat upon her head.
Finally, the Hat said, "Hah!" And everyone jumped and turned their attention to the girl upon the stool, from the lack of food. Everyone's hopes lifted.... "I shall put you in..." Then dropped, because the Hat trailed off before completing his thought. Everyone sighed and waited. Now, some giggles were starting. Again, the Hat said, "Ah, hah! I shall put you in...." Again the Hat trailed off (groans could clearly be heard throughout the Hall), but then the Sorting Hat's brim lifted in what only could be a smile, and shouted,
"Gryffindor!"
Cheers erupted from Harry's table, but the cheers were hesitant, and half-hearted at best. The only full hearted cheers came from Harry.
The new Gryffindor swept the Sorting Hat off her head and placed it upon the stool. She then walked up the aisle that Harry was sitting on, and came in their direction.
"Scoot over!" Harry murmured urgently to Ron, who tried to oblige, but Hermione, on the far side of Ron, wouldn't budge an inch. "Move Hermione!" Ron hissed, but she didn't. There was a scowl upon her face. Ron elbowed Hermione, but she just elbowed him back. Finally, after an elbow match, Ron succeeded in shoving Hermione over. "Move! Hermione-"
"Excuse me." A cool voice cut through Harry's, making him look up in startlement.. "Is this seat taken?" All Harry could do was barely shake his head, and Adessa slipped down between Harry and Ron. Hermione's scowl deepened, but Harry didn't notice.
"My name is Adessa, if you didn't hear." She stated with a smile, and a covert glance just for Harry. Harry smiled back, and almost didn't notice the food appear because he was caught in the American girl's eyes. He realized he was staring. His cheeks erupted in a blush, and he looked down quickly.
"I'm from Washington, D.C. I can see you're Harry Potter," She pointed with a chicken leg at his exposed scar. Harry brushed it uncertainly. "I took my O.W.L.'s to see if I would be okay in the sixth year." Adessa shrugged nonchalantly, not realizing that she was talking very quickly, "I did average on everything except Defense Against the Dark Arts. I scored really high there. But isn't that logical? Having my mom and all." She nodded at woman that had taken her seat next to Professor Snape. "How'd you do?" She asked, polite curiosity filling her face.
"The same." He mumbled through a piece of pie. His brain didn't seem to be working right, nor could he keep his eyes off the American girl. He kept blushing when he realized he was staring, so he tried to keep his eyes down. That continued for several minutes, with Ron sniggering in the background in the midst of Hermione's sniffing.
"Oh, that bread looks good!" She exclaimed, and reached for it at the same time Harry did. Harry's hand landed on top of Adessa's and a shock ran through both their hands. She violently flinched, nearly jerking her hand from under his, and her face went go a pasty white. His hand lingered, but he pulled back when he saw the extreme agony that had sent her reeling.
A sigh of relief echoed from Adessa, and he felt aware of sadness and remorse at the fact he, Harry, might have been the cause of her pain. Or that she might have someone she wanted more... Harry cut that thought off before he could finish it. He shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and looked back at Adessa, only to meet Hermione's glaring ones. Harry looked down, them picked up the forgotten bread.
Harry placed a slice on her plate, and another on his, and they both reached for the butter at the same time. Adessa snatched her hand back, and Harry met her pair of troubled orbs. She murmured an apology, which he echoed. He took some butter, then placed the container on the table for her. The table resumed how it had been before Adessa had started talking, but this time with an uneasy silence. Finally, diner was over and Adessa stood.
"Excuse me," She said softly, "My mom and I need to get settled in." Harry nodded numbly and Adessa walked up the aisle to converse with her mother. The professor rose, and strode down with her daughter up between the tables and through the Great Hall doors.
"Well," Hermione began, "Isn't she just a-"
"Don't." Harry cut her off, his eyes still upon the door.
Hermione stopped in surprise, but that just gave Ron the moment he needed. "Denied!" He shouted, almost at the top of his voice, causing some strange looks. Harry was startled out of his brooding to hit Ron on the top of his head, making him spill fruit juice all down his front. "Huh. You don't need to get that upset. She totally had the eye!"
Harry groaned at Ron's mocking tone, and hit him again, his spirits lifted once again. "Say," Ron said brightly, "Want to go and get some Quidditch practice tomorrow?" And Harry's head almost flew off his shoulders. For he hadn't ridden a broomstick since nearly two years ago.
"I can't wait!"
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"This can't wait!" Adessa nearly shouted at her mother, flinging her hands up in anger as Elane calmly unpacked her clothing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. "Mom! He touched me! He drained me! He took all my power, leaving me shield less! Powerless! Defenseless! The one we were sent to protect and help touched me and I had nothing!" Tears of fury were starting in her eyes. Her mouth twisted bitterly. "And you, just don't care, do you." The professor didn't answer. "DO you?"
"Not right now, Dessa!" Her eyes flashed angrily, as she whipped around to confront her fuming daughter. "We have bigger fish to fry right now! Such as getting the entire school to except me, let alone you." She sighed, her anger evaporating at the immensity of that job. "Look. The American Wizarding Association is completely relying upon /us/ to discover where He is. We can't worry about trivial things now..." She trailed off speculatively, and began to search for something in her suitcase. She dug for a moment, then triumphantly whipped a pair of gloves out of her bag. A thin, gauzy type glove. "Here. These will keep you from being hurt by his so called 'draining powers,' and hopefully help your paranoia as well." Her mouth twisted up into an identical grimace as Dessa's, like she was sucking on lemons. "Try them on."
Adessa slipped the gloves on, and they disappeared. "I can't feel them!" Adessa cried in delighted shock.
"Of course you can't, Dessa. You won't, and nobody else will either." The mother and daughter grinned simultaneously, and anyone watching would have been surprised at the similarity between those smiles.
AN: THIS IS NOT A MARY-SUE!!!!!!!!!!!! Just wanted to say that. My muse kept going on about how this is SUCH a Mary-Sue-ish beginning. Don't worry, the adventure and mystery part will come.
"How am I supposed to protect him, if I can't