Summary: Taken place at 6th year: With a little help from Harry,
Ginny, Hermione, Ron, a friend and the new transfer student, some things can be
changed around the school – at last. Hr/R, D/??, etc.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything related to it. I only
own my plot to this story and several other characters that I've invented
myself. If you think I'm JKR after reading this, then I suggest you to read the
whole set again and compare it to mine. If you STILL think I'm JKR in disguise
(I wish.), please, attend the tea party that's taking place at the mental
hospital. Thanks.
Warning: OotP Spoilers!!
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When Two Makes One
Chapter One ; Plans
"Hey, Mish! The owl's here!" Megan rushed down the hallway to
Michelle's door, carrying a large own on her shoulder. Tied to its leg was
clearly a Hogwarts letter, informing her about the new school she was going to
attend.
"Thanks, Meg," Michelle said happily, striding across the room and
reached for the letter. The owl gave a hoot after she untied the parchment and
flew out of the window she had opened for some fresh air.
"This is so unfair," whined Megan, following her sister into her room
and sitting down on her sofa. "You get to go to a magic school, and I get
to go to a boring old garbage dump. Actually, make that you going to the best
witchcraft school in all of England
and me going to Smeltings," she added, rolling
her eyes. "Tell me, how unfair is that?"
"Very," Michelle grinned evilly at her. Megan muttered something
about finishing a model she was going to finish, and exited the room. After her
sister left, Michelle looked down at the letter and opened it slowly. She
wasn't so sure about changing schools any more; she never liked the idea of
making new friends, especially at a new school.
Dear Miss Lynn,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
As you are a new transfer student, you will be sorted into your house before
you are seated. Please wait for one of the professors to meet you at the Great
Hall once you arrive.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Michelle smiled gleefully and looked at the list of books and equipment that
were on the list. She had most of the books already, all she had to buy was
Hogwarts robes, a new wand, and perhaps her parents could buy her a owl this
time. She went downstairs to where her parents were, watching TV.
"Hey Mom," Michelle greeted, waving her letter around. "I've got
the letter from Hogwarts already!"
Her mom smiled. "Great! We could go to Diagon
Alley tomorrow, if you like, and get all the stuff you need for school,"
she said.
"Perfect idea," Michelle's dad piped up. "I need to buy several
new cauldrons, too, my old ones are getting rusty." Michelle laughed. Her
dad was a whiz when the subject comes to potions. He has half the second floor
all by himself, where he could mix all the potions he wanted, and test it.
"You're not leaving me behind!" Megan said loudly, rushing down the
stairs. "I've never seen Diagon Alley before and
I'm not missing it this time!" In seconds, she was already waiting by the
door with her shoes on and carrying a bag.
Michelle shrugged. "Have it your way," she said, and went to get
ready too.
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Harry was not having the best vacation. Night after night, dreams of Sirius'
death always popped into his dreams, whether they were of Voldemort
returning into power, or they were happy dreams. Even though the Dudley's
were treating him better then usual after the Order's warning, he was still
miserable without his friends.
Another thing that occurred to Harry about his new school year was how he was
supposed to go to Diagon Alley to buy his new books.
He couldn't imagine Uncle Vernon driving up to the Leaky Cauldron with Harry in
the back seat with Dudley behaving surprisingly kind and Aunt Petunia saying,
"Have a nice time, we'll pick you up at 4 PM" to Harry as he was
dropped off. Even thinking about it made him laugh.
The phone rang. Harry could hear Aunt Petunia bustling around for the phone,
and was surprised when she called up the stairs, "Harry! Phone!"
Shocked at who would call him right now, he went down into the living room and
reached for the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Harry!" squealed a voice that sounded like Ginny.
"Hey, Ginny," Harry answered, smiling, wondering why she was calling.
"What's up?"
"Oh, not much, Mom wanted me to call and make sure if you've got a plan on
how to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow."
"I haven't thought of anything yet, just maybe asking Uncle Vernon if he
could give me a ride."
"Oh okay. Hey how about if the twins and I give you a ride? Then you could
stay here for the rest of the summer."
Thank you, Gin, Harry thought silently. "Brilliant! What about
Ron?"
"Oh," he could almost hear Ginny smirk from the other end of the
line, "I asked him if he wanted to come, he asked who was going, I said
Fred, George, and me, and he said he'll go as long as there's more company.
Personally, I think all he wants there is Hermione, you should see them both
staring at each other like their lives depended on it."
Harry laughed. "Sure, what time?"
"Around 9 AM, how 'bout it?"
"Perfect. Oh yeah, why didn't Ron call? I mean, it's not that I'm not glad
that you're calling, but he's my best friend and all..."
Ginny laughed. "You should've seen Dad's face when he suggested himself to
call. Mom freaked out and said that I would be calling."
Harry laughed. "Oh okay. Well, I need to go and pack, I guess. Bye!"
"See ya."
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Draco paced around the room in the Leaky Cauldron, his nerves twisting a new
knot at each step he took. After watching his father being dragged away by Dementors, he seriously thought he had deserved it. That
loser had made him what he wasy now, a person with a
cold heart. He realized that he was only mean to the Weasleys
because his father hated them, he hated Hermione because his dad hated Muggle borns, and he hated Harry
Potter just because his father did too. Soon, he figured out he was a complete
jerk for following his father's 'footsteps'.
He looked outside the window, the sun gleaming his white-blonde hair that was
nearly brushing his shoulders. He hadn't bothered very much for cleaning
himself up, just took walks around Diagon Alley and
spending his father's money on whatever he wanted.
Sighing, Draco rested his forehead on the glass, feeling at least happy that
his dad had been taken away. He stood there for a moment, then went down to the
streets below.
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A/N: Woohoo, my first fanfic
:D Short chapter, I know, I'll add more later. But for now, please REVIEW!!
I'll give you candy... *puppy eyes*
