I've Been Living A Lie
~* Hey everyone! Sorry it's taken a bit longer than I expected to get this chapter on it's way. . . I'll try to make it interesting for you all. Oh and some thank you's: to Alazne, Xoxmalfoysminexox, @~~Charmed~One~~}--, scholcomp25, sas and Befuzzled (I said that Harry is Hermione's unidentical twin brother, not that Hermione is Harry's unidentical twin brother! Lol!) *~
Chapter 5 ~ New Beginnings
Hermione, Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall, and took their seats near their fellow Gryffindor 6th years, Lavender Brown, Pavarti Patil, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbotton and Dean Thomas. The five Gryffindor 6th years were busily talking about their summers, trying to compare who had the best one. Harry plonked down into a seat next to Seamus, and Ron on his other side, while Hermione chose to be seated near her friends Pavarti and Lavender. The Great Hall was so filled with noise, that Hermione could barely hear Lavender ask her how her summer was.
After a few minutes of loud, non-stop chatting from all students in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall walked in, followed by about 30 first years, all looking extremely nervous. The first years looked up at the enchanted ceiling, some of them were pointing at it, whispering nervously to their friends.
'Good evening students, and welcome to Hogwarts.' McGonagall said to the first years. 'Before you can take your seat, you will firstly need to be sorted into your houses.' The aging Professor gestured to the ancient Sorting Hat sitting on it's stool. Hermione remembered back to when she was one of those first years, standing around, all eyes in the Great Hall on you, waiting for your turn to be sorted into your house. She had been nervous, but then again, everyone always was. Maybe she had been put in Gryffindor because she was Harry's sister. Hermione thought she would have been in Ravenclaw, for her smarts and everything, but the Sorting Hat had placed her in Gryffindor. . . at the time, Hermione had thought nothing of it, grateful not to be in Slytherin, but now, now that she knew she was the unidentical twin of Harry Potter, she wasn't so sure.
By this time, the Sorting Hat had finished it's yearly song, and Hermione was snapped out of her thoughts by Parvati, who shook her.
'Hermione, pay attention, you'll miss the sorting.'
Big deal, Hermione thought, as she watched someone by the name of Miranda Durshwood be sorted into Gryffindor. She unenthusiatically clapped with the rest of the Gryffindors as Miranda sat down next to Hermione. She smiled at the first year, then turned her eyes back to Professor McGonagall, who had just read out the next name; Chelsea Myhaster, who became the first Ravenclaw sorted this year. Hermione managed some more polite clapping, wondering how much longer this was going to take. Patricia Martin became the first new Slytherin. Hermione didn't even hear this. She was too envolved in her thoughts, wondering how she was going to tell Harry.
Twenty-seven sorted first years later, Dumbledore stood up, and cleared his throat.
'Welcome back to all older students, and welcome to Hogwarts first years. A reminder to students that the Dark Forrest is strictly out of bounds for ALL students.' Dumbledore stopped to adjust his half-moon spectacles. 'After events which took place last year, every student is to be in the Castle by five o'clock every evening, the penalty resulting in points being taken off your house.'
Miranda looked sulky.
'My parents always let me stay out until nine.' She pouted. Hermione glared at her, she has no idea, leave her alone. . . Hermione thought. Dumbledore continued.
'Now that all that has been cleared up, I am proud to introduce you all to our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for this year, Professor Snape.' A few murmurs rang through the Great Hall. Dumbledore raised a hand to silence the students, and he continued. 'Secondly, I would like you all to acknowledge our new Potions Master, Professor Trelawney.' Hermione gasped, along with Lavender and Parvati. She, along with the rest of the school, was well aware that Professor Trelawney had lost her job as the Divination Professor the previous year, due to one Maddam Umbridge, the Hogwarts High Inquisitor, of whom no one had taken a liking to, excluding Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins.
'That's a shocker.' Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione, who both made small noises of agreement. Hermione had hated Professor Trelawney ever since their third year, when she had walked out of her classroom and dropped Divination. Now she had to put up with the old, cranky bat for Potions.
'And finally,' Dumbledore said after the murmurs had died down finally, 'You all would remember Firenze, our acting Divination Professor from last year. Firenze will be taking the position permanently. Another twinkle shon in Dumbledore's eyes. 'And our fill-in Care of Magical Creatures Professor, Professor Grubby-Plank, will be staying this year.'
At this announcement, the Slytherin's sniggered, while Harry and Ron let out snorts of dissaproval. Hermione didn't mind Professor Grubby-Plank much, as she was a "Proper Professor" in Hermione's view. But to Harry and Ron, she was a crazy old witch who had no skill at teaching.
Dumbledore said four final words;
'Let the feast begin!'
and he was seated.
~***~
'Oh man, double Defence Against the Dark Arts first up. I'm beginning not to like Mondays.' Ron groaned, as Hermione and Harry, the Gryffindor Prefects, were handing out time-tables to the Gryffindor students. But clearly, Ron hadn't finnished complaining, as he then added;
'And just when you think it couldn't be any worse? Double Potions straight after that. I wouldn't be surprised if Trelawney tried to predict your death again Harry.' Ron said. 'I bet the old bat doesn't know the first thing about Potions, and Dumbledore just gave her the job out of sympathy.' Harry and Hermione tried their best to leave Ron's bickering to Seamus and Dean, and continued to hand around timetables.
'Miranda Durshwood?' Hermione called out. A small girl with whispy, white blonde hair and silver eyes put her hand up. Hermione laughed on the inside of the girl's resemblance of Malfoy, and handed Miranda her timetable. As Hermione was walking away, she heard Miranda telling her friend, Chloe, something of interrest;
'I should have been in Slytherin. Daddy said so.' Miranda scoffed. Hermione shook this off, and wondered why it bothered her so much.
~* I know, I know, sorry about this, it's pathetic, but I wanted to include what teachers were teaching which subject. I thought that was important to some extent. Please r&r! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* Hey everyone! Sorry it's taken a bit longer than I expected to get this chapter on it's way. . . I'll try to make it interesting for you all. Oh and some thank you's: to Alazne, Xoxmalfoysminexox, @~~Charmed~One~~}--, scholcomp25, sas and Befuzzled (I said that Harry is Hermione's unidentical twin brother, not that Hermione is Harry's unidentical twin brother! Lol!) *~
Chapter 5 ~ New Beginnings
Hermione, Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall, and took their seats near their fellow Gryffindor 6th years, Lavender Brown, Pavarti Patil, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbotton and Dean Thomas. The five Gryffindor 6th years were busily talking about their summers, trying to compare who had the best one. Harry plonked down into a seat next to Seamus, and Ron on his other side, while Hermione chose to be seated near her friends Pavarti and Lavender. The Great Hall was so filled with noise, that Hermione could barely hear Lavender ask her how her summer was.
After a few minutes of loud, non-stop chatting from all students in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall walked in, followed by about 30 first years, all looking extremely nervous. The first years looked up at the enchanted ceiling, some of them were pointing at it, whispering nervously to their friends.
'Good evening students, and welcome to Hogwarts.' McGonagall said to the first years. 'Before you can take your seat, you will firstly need to be sorted into your houses.' The aging Professor gestured to the ancient Sorting Hat sitting on it's stool. Hermione remembered back to when she was one of those first years, standing around, all eyes in the Great Hall on you, waiting for your turn to be sorted into your house. She had been nervous, but then again, everyone always was. Maybe she had been put in Gryffindor because she was Harry's sister. Hermione thought she would have been in Ravenclaw, for her smarts and everything, but the Sorting Hat had placed her in Gryffindor. . . at the time, Hermione had thought nothing of it, grateful not to be in Slytherin, but now, now that she knew she was the unidentical twin of Harry Potter, she wasn't so sure.
By this time, the Sorting Hat had finished it's yearly song, and Hermione was snapped out of her thoughts by Parvati, who shook her.
'Hermione, pay attention, you'll miss the sorting.'
Big deal, Hermione thought, as she watched someone by the name of Miranda Durshwood be sorted into Gryffindor. She unenthusiatically clapped with the rest of the Gryffindors as Miranda sat down next to Hermione. She smiled at the first year, then turned her eyes back to Professor McGonagall, who had just read out the next name; Chelsea Myhaster, who became the first Ravenclaw sorted this year. Hermione managed some more polite clapping, wondering how much longer this was going to take. Patricia Martin became the first new Slytherin. Hermione didn't even hear this. She was too envolved in her thoughts, wondering how she was going to tell Harry.
Twenty-seven sorted first years later, Dumbledore stood up, and cleared his throat.
'Welcome back to all older students, and welcome to Hogwarts first years. A reminder to students that the Dark Forrest is strictly out of bounds for ALL students.' Dumbledore stopped to adjust his half-moon spectacles. 'After events which took place last year, every student is to be in the Castle by five o'clock every evening, the penalty resulting in points being taken off your house.'
Miranda looked sulky.
'My parents always let me stay out until nine.' She pouted. Hermione glared at her, she has no idea, leave her alone. . . Hermione thought. Dumbledore continued.
'Now that all that has been cleared up, I am proud to introduce you all to our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for this year, Professor Snape.' A few murmurs rang through the Great Hall. Dumbledore raised a hand to silence the students, and he continued. 'Secondly, I would like you all to acknowledge our new Potions Master, Professor Trelawney.' Hermione gasped, along with Lavender and Parvati. She, along with the rest of the school, was well aware that Professor Trelawney had lost her job as the Divination Professor the previous year, due to one Maddam Umbridge, the Hogwarts High Inquisitor, of whom no one had taken a liking to, excluding Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins.
'That's a shocker.' Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione, who both made small noises of agreement. Hermione had hated Professor Trelawney ever since their third year, when she had walked out of her classroom and dropped Divination. Now she had to put up with the old, cranky bat for Potions.
'And finally,' Dumbledore said after the murmurs had died down finally, 'You all would remember Firenze, our acting Divination Professor from last year. Firenze will be taking the position permanently. Another twinkle shon in Dumbledore's eyes. 'And our fill-in Care of Magical Creatures Professor, Professor Grubby-Plank, will be staying this year.'
At this announcement, the Slytherin's sniggered, while Harry and Ron let out snorts of dissaproval. Hermione didn't mind Professor Grubby-Plank much, as she was a "Proper Professor" in Hermione's view. But to Harry and Ron, she was a crazy old witch who had no skill at teaching.
Dumbledore said four final words;
'Let the feast begin!'
and he was seated.
~***~
'Oh man, double Defence Against the Dark Arts first up. I'm beginning not to like Mondays.' Ron groaned, as Hermione and Harry, the Gryffindor Prefects, were handing out time-tables to the Gryffindor students. But clearly, Ron hadn't finnished complaining, as he then added;
'And just when you think it couldn't be any worse? Double Potions straight after that. I wouldn't be surprised if Trelawney tried to predict your death again Harry.' Ron said. 'I bet the old bat doesn't know the first thing about Potions, and Dumbledore just gave her the job out of sympathy.' Harry and Hermione tried their best to leave Ron's bickering to Seamus and Dean, and continued to hand around timetables.
'Miranda Durshwood?' Hermione called out. A small girl with whispy, white blonde hair and silver eyes put her hand up. Hermione laughed on the inside of the girl's resemblance of Malfoy, and handed Miranda her timetable. As Hermione was walking away, she heard Miranda telling her friend, Chloe, something of interrest;
'I should have been in Slytherin. Daddy said so.' Miranda scoffed. Hermione shook this off, and wondered why it bothered her so much.
~* I know, I know, sorry about this, it's pathetic, but I wanted to include what teachers were teaching which subject. I thought that was important to some extent. Please r&r! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
