A/N here is another story, I'm sorry about my other two ones that are
incomplete, I have writers block.
Declaimer:I don't own Harry Potter I wish I did though then I could know Rupert*grins evilly*
Chapter one: The Two new faces
Harry Potter was sitting next to his best friend Ron Weasley, at breakfast at the Gryffindor table. He was staring at a girl with long straight golden brown hair, laughing with some friends at the other end of the table. Harry didn't recognize her, but she looked to be in 7th year, only a year above him. She had a few freckles across her face, memorizing baby blue eyes, and the biggest and whitest smiles he had ever seen.
"Harry, Harry are you alive in there?" Ron asked waving a hand in front of harry's face.
"Huh what?" Harry asked snapping out of it.
"What are you starring at?" Ron asked bewildered.
"Who is she?" Harry asked pointing at the girl.
"Who her?" Ron asked pointing back.
"Yeah,"
"Oh thats Sara," he answered dully
"Sara who?"
"Weasley, she's my older sister,"
Harry spit out his pumpkin juice all over Hermione, "Y...You have a sister besides Ginny? How come I haven't seen her, and she can't be she has brown hair not red?"
"One yes, two she is always at a friends house, or in a muggle camp over the summer, and three have you heard of something called, dying your hair?"
Harry couldn't believe his ears. This girl, this beautiful girl was his best friends sister?!
"prove it," was all he could say.
"Ok. Oiy Sara come here!" Ron yelled.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" she yelled back.
"Just come here!"
She walked over, crossed her arms and said, "What?"
"Are you my sister?" he asked flatly.
"Ok Ron you have finally gone off your rocker,"
"I know you're my sister Harry doesn't believe me now, are you my sister?"
"Yes, Ron I am your sister. Can I go now?"
"Yeah,"
Sara walked back over to her friends saying something that sounded almost like, "little brothers,"
"Hey I heard that!" Ron shouted at her.
"Good for you!" she shouted back.
"Sisters," Ron muttered. "Do you believe me now?"
"Yeah, its just she's so bea......." Ron cut him off.
"Don't even say it, your going to make me puke,"
"Sorry,"
They got up to go to their first class of the day, Defense against the Dark Arts, with their new teacher, Professor Black.
"I wonder what our new professor will be like," Hermione said to Ron and Harry.
"As long as she's nothing like Umbridge, I'm ok with her," Ron replied
At the mention of Dolores Umbridge, Harry clenched his fists at his sides. The memory of her was still etched upon his right hand.
Professor Black was a medium hight witch roughly 5' 7'', Hermione's hight, with shoulder length raven black hair that was as smooth as silk. She had golden brown tan, and gave them a huge smile when they walked in.
When the bell rang and everyone was seated she said, "Wands out, books away today will be a practical review so I can see what you can do,"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione grinned at each other, all last year they read form the text book, finally they would get to have practical lessons again.
"Ok, so can anyone tell me the last thing you did last year?"
Immeditelly Hermione's hand shot up in the air.
"Yes, Ms............"
"Granger. We didn't actually do any spells last year, in class, we just studied the theory, the last theory we covered was Banshee banishing,"
"Ok, now I assume you can all do it as you all got at least and E(a/n can't remember if E comes after A, let's just say it does if I'm wrong plz tell me) on your O.W.L.s , but just to make sure, I would like you all to try it,"
They spent the rest of the class, reviewing spells they had learned over the five years they spent at Hogwarts.
"Ok, very good, very good, homework, write at least 4 rolls of parchment on the most valuable, thing you learned, in Defence Against the Dark Arts, or from a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, to be handed in on Monday. Class dismissed,"
The class left talking rapidly to each other. Professor Black, or as she wished to be called Alexia, was the coolest teacher ever. Even Harry had to admit she was as cool as Lupin. But a few questions, remained, who was she, and was she related to Sirius?
A/N well how do you like it? Should I go on with it or leave it as it is and not continue? please tell me in your review. again I am SO sorry for not updated my other stories I have a writers block, and I don't know how to continue. Please Review.
Declaimer:I don't own Harry Potter I wish I did though then I could know Rupert*grins evilly*
Chapter one: The Two new faces
Harry Potter was sitting next to his best friend Ron Weasley, at breakfast at the Gryffindor table. He was staring at a girl with long straight golden brown hair, laughing with some friends at the other end of the table. Harry didn't recognize her, but she looked to be in 7th year, only a year above him. She had a few freckles across her face, memorizing baby blue eyes, and the biggest and whitest smiles he had ever seen.
"Harry, Harry are you alive in there?" Ron asked waving a hand in front of harry's face.
"Huh what?" Harry asked snapping out of it.
"What are you starring at?" Ron asked bewildered.
"Who is she?" Harry asked pointing at the girl.
"Who her?" Ron asked pointing back.
"Yeah,"
"Oh thats Sara," he answered dully
"Sara who?"
"Weasley, she's my older sister,"
Harry spit out his pumpkin juice all over Hermione, "Y...You have a sister besides Ginny? How come I haven't seen her, and she can't be she has brown hair not red?"
"One yes, two she is always at a friends house, or in a muggle camp over the summer, and three have you heard of something called, dying your hair?"
Harry couldn't believe his ears. This girl, this beautiful girl was his best friends sister?!
"prove it," was all he could say.
"Ok. Oiy Sara come here!" Ron yelled.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" she yelled back.
"Just come here!"
She walked over, crossed her arms and said, "What?"
"Are you my sister?" he asked flatly.
"Ok Ron you have finally gone off your rocker,"
"I know you're my sister Harry doesn't believe me now, are you my sister?"
"Yes, Ron I am your sister. Can I go now?"
"Yeah,"
Sara walked back over to her friends saying something that sounded almost like, "little brothers,"
"Hey I heard that!" Ron shouted at her.
"Good for you!" she shouted back.
"Sisters," Ron muttered. "Do you believe me now?"
"Yeah, its just she's so bea......." Ron cut him off.
"Don't even say it, your going to make me puke,"
"Sorry,"
They got up to go to their first class of the day, Defense against the Dark Arts, with their new teacher, Professor Black.
"I wonder what our new professor will be like," Hermione said to Ron and Harry.
"As long as she's nothing like Umbridge, I'm ok with her," Ron replied
At the mention of Dolores Umbridge, Harry clenched his fists at his sides. The memory of her was still etched upon his right hand.
Professor Black was a medium hight witch roughly 5' 7'', Hermione's hight, with shoulder length raven black hair that was as smooth as silk. She had golden brown tan, and gave them a huge smile when they walked in.
When the bell rang and everyone was seated she said, "Wands out, books away today will be a practical review so I can see what you can do,"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione grinned at each other, all last year they read form the text book, finally they would get to have practical lessons again.
"Ok, so can anyone tell me the last thing you did last year?"
Immeditelly Hermione's hand shot up in the air.
"Yes, Ms............"
"Granger. We didn't actually do any spells last year, in class, we just studied the theory, the last theory we covered was Banshee banishing,"
"Ok, now I assume you can all do it as you all got at least and E(a/n can't remember if E comes after A, let's just say it does if I'm wrong plz tell me) on your O.W.L.s , but just to make sure, I would like you all to try it,"
They spent the rest of the class, reviewing spells they had learned over the five years they spent at Hogwarts.
"Ok, very good, very good, homework, write at least 4 rolls of parchment on the most valuable, thing you learned, in Defence Against the Dark Arts, or from a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, to be handed in on Monday. Class dismissed,"
The class left talking rapidly to each other. Professor Black, or as she wished to be called Alexia, was the coolest teacher ever. Even Harry had to admit she was as cool as Lupin. But a few questions, remained, who was she, and was she related to Sirius?
A/N well how do you like it? Should I go on with it or leave it as it is and not continue? please tell me in your review. again I am SO sorry for not updated my other stories I have a writers block, and I don't know how to continue. Please Review.