Familiar...
The compartment door slid open and a girl with brown bushy hair stepped in. "Have you seen a frog?"
"No." Harry and Ron said. The girl's head looked searchingly up and down Harry and her eyes finally rested upon his lightning bolt scar. "I know who you are!" she said excitedly, "You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger! Pleased to meet you!"
"Aren't we all?" Ron said sarcastically.
"And you are?" Hermione inquired frowning slightly at the sight of Ron's ragged robes and his sarcasm.
"Ron Weasley." He replied.
"Pleasure." She said with the same frown.
"Hermione?" a girl's voice called, "Hermione? There you are! Have you found Neville's frog yet?" A girl with black wavy hair and soft hazel eyes stood at the doorway. Harry felt his stomach jolt. She looked so familiar. Those eyes...
"Oh," The girl continued, "Met some new people?" She said as she smiled at Harry and Ron. "I'm Eleanor Granger, Hermione's sister! Nice to meet you!" She said beaming at them. Harry felt another jolt in his stomach. That smile! So sincere! He had seen it before... but where? While he was wondering about Eleanor, she continued talking, "And you two are?"
"Ron Weasley and Harry Potter!" Ron answered for both of them. Eleanor smiled again. Harry noticed that even thought she knew he was Harry Potter; her eyes didn't search him up and down and then stare at his forehead. Some how he felt gratitude towards her, she made him feel comfortable. She seemed nothing like her sister Hermione they were totally opposite, he thought. "You two better get changed!" Hermione ordered breaking Harry's trance, "We are arriving soon!" and she walked out of the compartment, closely followed by her sister.
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As they pilled out of boats and on to the stone front steps of Hogwarts Harry saw the blond kid again, the one he met in Diagon Alley. "So, is it true?" he asked in a jeering manner, "You're Harry Potter, huh? And your hanging around this?" he added as he nodded towards Ron, "why don't you make acquaintance with better people Potter? People worth your friendship? Like me!" He said holding out his hand, "My name is Draco Malfoy."
Harry looked down at his hand and stared coldy up at him. 'You are not even worth half my friendship,' He thought, but said instead, "I think I can make my own friends, thank you Malfoy."
Draco was about to answer back when a voice behind him made him snap his mouth close abruptly. "First years! Welcome to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry! You will be sorted into you houses shortly after entering the Great Hall! My name is professor McGonagall. Please follow me in an orderly fashion!" said an elderly, thin, strict looking woman. The followed her into a huge hall filled with the chatter and laughter of the older students.
"As I call your name off the roll," Professor McGonagall continued, "you are to sit on this stool so that I can place the Sorting Hat on your head. Then it will shout out the name of your house and you will go join them. Your house will be like your family, as you will be spending most of your time with them!"
They all stared at the old ragged hat, the older students with looks of slight interest and amusement; the first years with a looks of horror and curiosity. Harry overheard a boy whisper to Eleanor "Oh no! In front of the whole entire school! What if I trip?"
"Don't worry Neville, you won't." she replied, "Just stay-"
They were interrupted as suddenly the brim of the hat burst open and started to sing a song explaining the origins of the houses and their qualities. All the first years stared at the Sorting Hat in amazement. As the song ended with and loud applause by all the older student. Professor McGonagall straightened herself up and rolled out the long piece of parchment that she held in front her.
"Abbott, Hannah!" Professor McGonnagal said, and a small timid looking girl stepped towards the stool and sat down on her eyes darting around nervously. "Hmmmm...." The hat said, "Let's see... I know! Hufflepuff!" and the girl stood up and ran towards the applauding table.
It continued on as Professor McGonagall called out names of the first years in alphabetical order and the first years sat down on the stool and ran to their house table as they got sorted. "Slytherin," Ron muttered as a fat, porky, blond girl got sorted into that house, "that's where all the Dark wizards and witches come from..." Harry made a mental not that he would not mind being in any of the houses except Slytherin.
Harry glanced at Eleanor she looked nervous and excited, standing on the tip of her toes trying to see over Ron's head. He saw something glimmer at the base of her neck and the opal pendant, the only thing he had from his late parents, apart from the gold in Gringots, with a 'HP' engraved on the opal gave a twinge under his robes. She caught him looking at it and she quickly tucked it under her robes with a quick smile.
"Granger, Eleanor!" and Eleanor stepped up to the stool, her fists clenched. Harry noticed that a lot of the staff at head table turned around and followed her with their eyes, staring as she sat down. Most of the stares were curious and wondering stares and a man with long black greasy hair leaned forward and whispered something to the man sitting next to him with long silver beard and crescent moon spectacles. "Ah...." The Sorting Hat said, "hmmmmm... now you're hard! Brave and honest heart... a secret; not a bad one. Okay I won't tell them! Don't worry!" he continued as she muttered desperate pleas not to mouth it out loud. "Well..." he said "you'd do well in... Gryffindor!!!" Eleanor sighed with relief as she got up from the stool and joined the other Gryffindors, who applauded her.
"Granger, Hermione!" a trembling Hermione walked up to the stool muttering to herself, causing Ron to comment, "You wouldn't want to be in her house!"
"Tough luck!" Harry replied grinning as Hermione got sorted in Griffindor and ran towards her sister's embrace. Ron's face fell. "Damn it!" he swore, "My whole family is in Gryffindor!"
"Malfoy, Draco!" and the blond Malfoy boy walked arrogantly toward the stool and sat down. The Hat had barely touched his head as the hat shouted "Slytherin!" Draco smirked and walked coolly to his applauding house table.
Some more people got sorted and Harry started to get nervous. His stomach plunged as he heard: "Potter, Harry!"
"Good luck!" Ron whispered and Harry walked up to the stool and he could feel all the eyes of the entire school set upon him, some students even standing up to see him. "Well..." the hat said as he got placed onto Harry's head, "strange... noble heart... brave... honest...talent obviously..."
"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!" Harry muttered closing his eyes...
"Not Slytherin? You will do mighty fine there!" "Not slytherin!" "Okay, well then... Gryffindor!" The whole Gryffindor house, his house, exploded with claps and cheers. He turned back and saw the man with the long beard applauding him silently.
"Welcome to Gryffindor, Harry!" said a boy with red hair, whom Harry suspected was Ron's brother. "Great choice!" said an identical boy shaking his hand as he seated himself next to Hermione, "We're Fred and George Weasley! Nice to meet you!"
"Look now it's Ron's turn!" Fred exclaimed, "Keep your fingers crossed guys! So he won't trip over his mammoth feet!!! " He added with a grin as Ron walked up to the stool.
"I know exactly what to do with you!" the Sorting Hat shouted, "Gryffindor!" Ron grinned broadly as he sat down next to Harry, "Not bad Ron!" George said, "We all thought you were gonna trip!" As the last few students got sorted, the man with the silver beard stood up and silence spread over the whole hall. "Who's that?" Eleanor whispered to Fred. "The headmaster, professor Dumbledore!" he replied.
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" professor Dumbledore said spreading his arms out in a warm welcoming gesture, "Please TUCK IN!" and as he said that the golden plates and dishes in front of them filled with food. Again, loud chatter and laughter filled the Great Hall. "Wow! Look at the ceiling!" Ron said with a mouth full of steak, "There's no ceiling!"
"Of course there is," Eleanor replied, "It's enchanted to match the sky outside."
Hermione nodded and said, "Anyone who read 'Hogwarts: A History' would know that," causing Ron to roll his eyes.
"Say Hermione, don't you two know a lot about the wizarding world!" George remarked, "and both of you are muggleborn!"
"Well, yes, because our parents were scared we would be behind you all," she answered, "They bought lots of books to read about magic so that we could catch up and at least have an idea about the wizarding world."
"You probably know more than Ron and Harry put together!" Fred mused, dodging Ron's punch.
No sooner had they finished eating and the food scraps disappeared from the plates leaving them shining and sparkling as ever. Everything went quiet again as all the older students turned their head towards the head table, the first years following suit.
"I hope you are all looking forward to a wonderful year at Hogwarts and hopefully your brains will be a bit heavier by the end!" professor Dumbledore said as he rose to his feet.
"As all the older students should know by now, the Forbidden Forest is named for that reason, it's forbidden to enter it!" his eyes resting upon Fred and George nodding slightly, smiling.
"Well furthermore I would advise all of you to avoid the corridor on the third flour, if you want to avoid a rather painful death. Mr Flich also tells me to inform you that the list of forbidden items outside his office has been updated and to feel free to go and check it now and then." Harry noticed a dirty, bad-tempered man standing in the corner nodding.
"Well that's all I have to say for now! So good night all you sleepy- heads!" he concluded his blue bright eyes sparkling.
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"First years!" a commanding voice shouted, "Follow me!" Harry, Ron, Eleanor and Hermione turned and saw a prefect beckoning them to follow him. "That's my brother. Percy." Ron informed them. They followed Percy with the other Gryffindor first years down a corridor, as they walked past numerous paintings Harry noticed that they too moved around and could speak as they waved at the first years.
"Be careful of the stairs!" Percy warned, as he led them towards a flight of stairs "They can change directions, and beware that there are some steps missing!" He added as Neville Longbottom got his foot stuck in the gap.
They followed Percy down another corridor until they reached a life-size portrait of a fat lady in a pink flowery dress. "Well, well, well," she said looking down at the first years, "what a bright bunch we have this year! Entrance password please!" she said looking at Percy, "Lahora." he replied and she swung her portrait forwards revealing a stone archway leading into a comfortable spacious room filled with comfortable looking, squashy armchairs and a merry fire crackling in the hearth.
"This is the Gryffindor common room!" Percy said, "the boy's dormitories are to your left up the stairs and the girl's to your right! Good night." He left and went to his dorm leaving the first years in the common room.
"Wow!" Ron acclaimed looking around, "My brothers told me about Hogwarts and Gryffindor, but I never imagined it to be like this!"
"Yeah," a sandy-coloured haired boy said, grinning, "It's huge! By the was I'm Seamus and this is Dean!"
"I'm Ron and this is Harry!" Ron replied pointing at Harry.
"Merlin's beard!" Dean exclaimed, his eyes doing the usual search up and down his body and finally resting upon his scar.
"You're Harry Potter!" Harry nodded; he was getting tired of this.
"We're Eleanor and Hermione Granger," Eleanor said smiling at Dean and Seamus, "Nice to meet you!"
"Wow!" Seamus replied turning towards the two girls, "You're not twins are you?"
"No," Hermione said curtly, "we're not!"
"Hmm... I thought so, 'cause you two don't one bit alike!" Seamus remarked with his strong Irish accent.
"No we don't, do we." Eleanor said yawning, "Well, good night everyone!" she said and headed up towards the girl's dormitory. Harry saw Ron's eyes following her, his mouth hanging slightly ajar.
He grinned and said, "Like her?"
"No..." Ron replied, but his face told a different story.
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"Professor Dumbledore?" a female voice inquired through the fireside in the headmaster's office, "May I have a word please?"
"Sure, Minerva!" professor Dumbledore replied, "Step right through." Through the eyes of a muggle this was absurd, a full grown woman by the names of Minerva McGonagall stepped out of the fireside, but to a witch or wizard this was a perfectly normal way of transporting yourself from on fireplace to another in a very short phase of time.
"So what's the matter?" Dumbledore asked, sitting down behind his desk and mentioning McGonagall to be seated.
"Did you see that girl?" she replied, "Eleanor Granger?"
"Yes, I saw her and I see what you mean." Dumbledore said, "Familiar, huh?"
"Yes.... very.... Must have seen her before somewhere, but something tells me it's more important than that!" McGonagall pondered.
"Well leave her, maybe she the daughter of a former student that you taught, we'll know in time. After all she'll be here for seven years!" Dumbledore suggested.
"But, it can't be!" McGonagall persisted, "Her records show that she is a muggle-born. I can't have seen her or her parents."
"Hmm..." Dumbledore placed his chin on his fingertips, deep in thought.
"Professor? Am I right that you feel the same?" she asked.
"Yes... she looks familiar, but it can't be..." he replied vaguely, "Well I don't know." He said snapping back into reality, "let's hope for a good prosperous year Minerva and don't let deja vu bother you. Good night!"
"Good Night!" and she stepped back into the fireplace and returned to her office.
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A/n: Okay, I'm kinda new, but anyway, this is my first fic. Thanks to my beta-reader... Rain Warrior, and here's the disclaimer:
The world of Harry Potter DOES NOT belong to me. Duh. It belongs to JK Rowling. (Except Eleanor! Who is mine.)
The compartment door slid open and a girl with brown bushy hair stepped in. "Have you seen a frog?"
"No." Harry and Ron said. The girl's head looked searchingly up and down Harry and her eyes finally rested upon his lightning bolt scar. "I know who you are!" she said excitedly, "You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger! Pleased to meet you!"
"Aren't we all?" Ron said sarcastically.
"And you are?" Hermione inquired frowning slightly at the sight of Ron's ragged robes and his sarcasm.
"Ron Weasley." He replied.
"Pleasure." She said with the same frown.
"Hermione?" a girl's voice called, "Hermione? There you are! Have you found Neville's frog yet?" A girl with black wavy hair and soft hazel eyes stood at the doorway. Harry felt his stomach jolt. She looked so familiar. Those eyes...
"Oh," The girl continued, "Met some new people?" She said as she smiled at Harry and Ron. "I'm Eleanor Granger, Hermione's sister! Nice to meet you!" She said beaming at them. Harry felt another jolt in his stomach. That smile! So sincere! He had seen it before... but where? While he was wondering about Eleanor, she continued talking, "And you two are?"
"Ron Weasley and Harry Potter!" Ron answered for both of them. Eleanor smiled again. Harry noticed that even thought she knew he was Harry Potter; her eyes didn't search him up and down and then stare at his forehead. Some how he felt gratitude towards her, she made him feel comfortable. She seemed nothing like her sister Hermione they were totally opposite, he thought. "You two better get changed!" Hermione ordered breaking Harry's trance, "We are arriving soon!" and she walked out of the compartment, closely followed by her sister.
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As they pilled out of boats and on to the stone front steps of Hogwarts Harry saw the blond kid again, the one he met in Diagon Alley. "So, is it true?" he asked in a jeering manner, "You're Harry Potter, huh? And your hanging around this?" he added as he nodded towards Ron, "why don't you make acquaintance with better people Potter? People worth your friendship? Like me!" He said holding out his hand, "My name is Draco Malfoy."
Harry looked down at his hand and stared coldy up at him. 'You are not even worth half my friendship,' He thought, but said instead, "I think I can make my own friends, thank you Malfoy."
Draco was about to answer back when a voice behind him made him snap his mouth close abruptly. "First years! Welcome to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry! You will be sorted into you houses shortly after entering the Great Hall! My name is professor McGonagall. Please follow me in an orderly fashion!" said an elderly, thin, strict looking woman. The followed her into a huge hall filled with the chatter and laughter of the older students.
"As I call your name off the roll," Professor McGonagall continued, "you are to sit on this stool so that I can place the Sorting Hat on your head. Then it will shout out the name of your house and you will go join them. Your house will be like your family, as you will be spending most of your time with them!"
They all stared at the old ragged hat, the older students with looks of slight interest and amusement; the first years with a looks of horror and curiosity. Harry overheard a boy whisper to Eleanor "Oh no! In front of the whole entire school! What if I trip?"
"Don't worry Neville, you won't." she replied, "Just stay-"
They were interrupted as suddenly the brim of the hat burst open and started to sing a song explaining the origins of the houses and their qualities. All the first years stared at the Sorting Hat in amazement. As the song ended with and loud applause by all the older student. Professor McGonagall straightened herself up and rolled out the long piece of parchment that she held in front her.
"Abbott, Hannah!" Professor McGonnagal said, and a small timid looking girl stepped towards the stool and sat down on her eyes darting around nervously. "Hmmmm...." The hat said, "Let's see... I know! Hufflepuff!" and the girl stood up and ran towards the applauding table.
It continued on as Professor McGonagall called out names of the first years in alphabetical order and the first years sat down on the stool and ran to their house table as they got sorted. "Slytherin," Ron muttered as a fat, porky, blond girl got sorted into that house, "that's where all the Dark wizards and witches come from..." Harry made a mental not that he would not mind being in any of the houses except Slytherin.
Harry glanced at Eleanor she looked nervous and excited, standing on the tip of her toes trying to see over Ron's head. He saw something glimmer at the base of her neck and the opal pendant, the only thing he had from his late parents, apart from the gold in Gringots, with a 'HP' engraved on the opal gave a twinge under his robes. She caught him looking at it and she quickly tucked it under her robes with a quick smile.
"Granger, Eleanor!" and Eleanor stepped up to the stool, her fists clenched. Harry noticed that a lot of the staff at head table turned around and followed her with their eyes, staring as she sat down. Most of the stares were curious and wondering stares and a man with long black greasy hair leaned forward and whispered something to the man sitting next to him with long silver beard and crescent moon spectacles. "Ah...." The Sorting Hat said, "hmmmmm... now you're hard! Brave and honest heart... a secret; not a bad one. Okay I won't tell them! Don't worry!" he continued as she muttered desperate pleas not to mouth it out loud. "Well..." he said "you'd do well in... Gryffindor!!!" Eleanor sighed with relief as she got up from the stool and joined the other Gryffindors, who applauded her.
"Granger, Hermione!" a trembling Hermione walked up to the stool muttering to herself, causing Ron to comment, "You wouldn't want to be in her house!"
"Tough luck!" Harry replied grinning as Hermione got sorted in Griffindor and ran towards her sister's embrace. Ron's face fell. "Damn it!" he swore, "My whole family is in Gryffindor!"
"Malfoy, Draco!" and the blond Malfoy boy walked arrogantly toward the stool and sat down. The Hat had barely touched his head as the hat shouted "Slytherin!" Draco smirked and walked coolly to his applauding house table.
Some more people got sorted and Harry started to get nervous. His stomach plunged as he heard: "Potter, Harry!"
"Good luck!" Ron whispered and Harry walked up to the stool and he could feel all the eyes of the entire school set upon him, some students even standing up to see him. "Well..." the hat said as he got placed onto Harry's head, "strange... noble heart... brave... honest...talent obviously..."
"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!" Harry muttered closing his eyes...
"Not Slytherin? You will do mighty fine there!" "Not slytherin!" "Okay, well then... Gryffindor!" The whole Gryffindor house, his house, exploded with claps and cheers. He turned back and saw the man with the long beard applauding him silently.
"Welcome to Gryffindor, Harry!" said a boy with red hair, whom Harry suspected was Ron's brother. "Great choice!" said an identical boy shaking his hand as he seated himself next to Hermione, "We're Fred and George Weasley! Nice to meet you!"
"Look now it's Ron's turn!" Fred exclaimed, "Keep your fingers crossed guys! So he won't trip over his mammoth feet!!! " He added with a grin as Ron walked up to the stool.
"I know exactly what to do with you!" the Sorting Hat shouted, "Gryffindor!" Ron grinned broadly as he sat down next to Harry, "Not bad Ron!" George said, "We all thought you were gonna trip!" As the last few students got sorted, the man with the silver beard stood up and silence spread over the whole hall. "Who's that?" Eleanor whispered to Fred. "The headmaster, professor Dumbledore!" he replied.
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" professor Dumbledore said spreading his arms out in a warm welcoming gesture, "Please TUCK IN!" and as he said that the golden plates and dishes in front of them filled with food. Again, loud chatter and laughter filled the Great Hall. "Wow! Look at the ceiling!" Ron said with a mouth full of steak, "There's no ceiling!"
"Of course there is," Eleanor replied, "It's enchanted to match the sky outside."
Hermione nodded and said, "Anyone who read 'Hogwarts: A History' would know that," causing Ron to roll his eyes.
"Say Hermione, don't you two know a lot about the wizarding world!" George remarked, "and both of you are muggleborn!"
"Well, yes, because our parents were scared we would be behind you all," she answered, "They bought lots of books to read about magic so that we could catch up and at least have an idea about the wizarding world."
"You probably know more than Ron and Harry put together!" Fred mused, dodging Ron's punch.
No sooner had they finished eating and the food scraps disappeared from the plates leaving them shining and sparkling as ever. Everything went quiet again as all the older students turned their head towards the head table, the first years following suit.
"I hope you are all looking forward to a wonderful year at Hogwarts and hopefully your brains will be a bit heavier by the end!" professor Dumbledore said as he rose to his feet.
"As all the older students should know by now, the Forbidden Forest is named for that reason, it's forbidden to enter it!" his eyes resting upon Fred and George nodding slightly, smiling.
"Well furthermore I would advise all of you to avoid the corridor on the third flour, if you want to avoid a rather painful death. Mr Flich also tells me to inform you that the list of forbidden items outside his office has been updated and to feel free to go and check it now and then." Harry noticed a dirty, bad-tempered man standing in the corner nodding.
"Well that's all I have to say for now! So good night all you sleepy- heads!" he concluded his blue bright eyes sparkling.
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"First years!" a commanding voice shouted, "Follow me!" Harry, Ron, Eleanor and Hermione turned and saw a prefect beckoning them to follow him. "That's my brother. Percy." Ron informed them. They followed Percy with the other Gryffindor first years down a corridor, as they walked past numerous paintings Harry noticed that they too moved around and could speak as they waved at the first years.
"Be careful of the stairs!" Percy warned, as he led them towards a flight of stairs "They can change directions, and beware that there are some steps missing!" He added as Neville Longbottom got his foot stuck in the gap.
They followed Percy down another corridor until they reached a life-size portrait of a fat lady in a pink flowery dress. "Well, well, well," she said looking down at the first years, "what a bright bunch we have this year! Entrance password please!" she said looking at Percy, "Lahora." he replied and she swung her portrait forwards revealing a stone archway leading into a comfortable spacious room filled with comfortable looking, squashy armchairs and a merry fire crackling in the hearth.
"This is the Gryffindor common room!" Percy said, "the boy's dormitories are to your left up the stairs and the girl's to your right! Good night." He left and went to his dorm leaving the first years in the common room.
"Wow!" Ron acclaimed looking around, "My brothers told me about Hogwarts and Gryffindor, but I never imagined it to be like this!"
"Yeah," a sandy-coloured haired boy said, grinning, "It's huge! By the was I'm Seamus and this is Dean!"
"I'm Ron and this is Harry!" Ron replied pointing at Harry.
"Merlin's beard!" Dean exclaimed, his eyes doing the usual search up and down his body and finally resting upon his scar.
"You're Harry Potter!" Harry nodded; he was getting tired of this.
"We're Eleanor and Hermione Granger," Eleanor said smiling at Dean and Seamus, "Nice to meet you!"
"Wow!" Seamus replied turning towards the two girls, "You're not twins are you?"
"No," Hermione said curtly, "we're not!"
"Hmm... I thought so, 'cause you two don't one bit alike!" Seamus remarked with his strong Irish accent.
"No we don't, do we." Eleanor said yawning, "Well, good night everyone!" she said and headed up towards the girl's dormitory. Harry saw Ron's eyes following her, his mouth hanging slightly ajar.
He grinned and said, "Like her?"
"No..." Ron replied, but his face told a different story.
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"Professor Dumbledore?" a female voice inquired through the fireside in the headmaster's office, "May I have a word please?"
"Sure, Minerva!" professor Dumbledore replied, "Step right through." Through the eyes of a muggle this was absurd, a full grown woman by the names of Minerva McGonagall stepped out of the fireside, but to a witch or wizard this was a perfectly normal way of transporting yourself from on fireplace to another in a very short phase of time.
"So what's the matter?" Dumbledore asked, sitting down behind his desk and mentioning McGonagall to be seated.
"Did you see that girl?" she replied, "Eleanor Granger?"
"Yes, I saw her and I see what you mean." Dumbledore said, "Familiar, huh?"
"Yes.... very.... Must have seen her before somewhere, but something tells me it's more important than that!" McGonagall pondered.
"Well leave her, maybe she the daughter of a former student that you taught, we'll know in time. After all she'll be here for seven years!" Dumbledore suggested.
"But, it can't be!" McGonagall persisted, "Her records show that she is a muggle-born. I can't have seen her or her parents."
"Hmm..." Dumbledore placed his chin on his fingertips, deep in thought.
"Professor? Am I right that you feel the same?" she asked.
"Yes... she looks familiar, but it can't be..." he replied vaguely, "Well I don't know." He said snapping back into reality, "let's hope for a good prosperous year Minerva and don't let deja vu bother you. Good night!"
"Good Night!" and she stepped back into the fireplace and returned to her office.
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A/n: Okay, I'm kinda new, but anyway, this is my first fic. Thanks to my beta-reader... Rain Warrior, and here's the disclaimer:
The world of Harry Potter DOES NOT belong to me. Duh. It belongs to JK Rowling. (Except Eleanor! Who is mine.)