Chapter 4
"Girls! Wake up! We're leaving in a couple hours. Breakfast is ready when you want to come down," yelled Mrs. Weasley. It was 5:00 am on September the first, Kelly's first day at Hogwarts.
A bolt of excitement like lightening passed through her body. Leaving for Hogwarts was possibly the only positive thing she had to look forward to. Her worries had passed since the dream, and she hadn't had any more nightmares since. Kelly was still hadn't asked Ginny about that dream, hoping it was just a coincidence. If Voldemort was coming for her today, she was ready, because nothing could stop her (even if she hadn't even gotten out of bed).
Everyone dressed and followed their normal morning routine with a little bounce. Fred and George seemed a bit glum, though, being today the start of their last and 7th year at Hogwarts, but Harry and Ron said they'd had a feeling that Fred and George would be pulling some memorable pranks this year to leave the unforgettable mark of the Weasley twins. Hermione looked slightly anxious. When she was helping Kelly choose her courses, Hermione mentioned she was taking some rather advanced classes, which seemed to make her a bit uneasy; Ron and Harry found this quite amusing while Hermione would never admit she was scared of anything. The only advanced course Kelly decided upon was Transfiguration. The schooling she received in the study of Transfiguration was complex and level to a sixth year's education while she was in her fourth. She also decided on Muggle Studies along with Hermione to fill in her extra elective. Along with those, she had the usual Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, and Potions.
It was now nearing time to leave for King's Cross Station. Everyone was heading out the door while Mr. Weasley conjured their trunks and bags onto the front yard.
Mrs. Weasley approached Kelly after warning Fred and George not to pull anything that would get them kicked out before taking the N.E.W.T.s, or she'd have their heads.
"Kelly, dear, Arthur and I are your guardians until the Ministry decides otherwise, so if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to send an owl. While you're at Hogwarts, you may learn of certain. things. Don't lose confidence in yourself and trust your heart," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Now, off you go-"
"Hello!" It was Arnold; he'd just Apparated a few feet away. "Good morning Arthur, good morning Molly. May I have a word with Kelly before she leaves?"
"Good morning Arnold. Of course, she's right here." Mrs. Weasley set off to talk to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Kelly, there is something I need to tell you before you leave. It's very important, especially at a time like this. That bracelet, the one your mother gave to you, do not take it off. No matter what. Kelly, I was your mother's best friend at Hogwarts. I-I can't tell you too much, but I gave it to her when she was around your age for her protection. I know you don't understand-"
"I know. Voldemort is my grandfather."
Arnold winced at the name. "I'm sorry," he laid a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, he is. Your mother never wanted you to know. You see, I gave her that bracelet to ward off You-Know-Who's er, powers of persuasion. Certain charms that would have gotten me a quite a lot of trouble are on it. Like I said, never take it off. I regret with all my heart that she hadn't been wearing it when-" he sighed and looked down. "I trust that you'll learn more eventually. The Ministry may order that some information may not be known to you just yet, but you should know."
Three cabs pulled into the dirt driveway of the Burrow.
"Thank you, Arnold." She didn't really know how to respond to all that he had added to her mystery.
"Good luck. Don't take that bracelet off."
They shook hands and Kelly turned to leave with a heavy heart.
Kelly was the last one to squeeze herself into one of the cabs. She sat next to Hermione and Ginny in the back seat with Ronan in her lap.
As she stroked Ronan, Kelly watched the amethysts on her bracelet glimmer. Hogwarts didn't matter anymore. All she wanted was her mother back and the life she had led before. She watched the world rush by as the cab drove to King's Cross Station.
The group left the cabs and reached a spot between Platforms Nine and Ten.
"Children, you know what to do. Fred, George, you first," called Mrs. Weasley.
"Kelly, dear, just watch Fred and George. All you have to do is run into the barrier like they are. It's not hard," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Mrs. Weasley, thank you for everything," Kelly said. "I really appreciate all you and your family has done for me."
"It was my pleasure, dear," Mrs. Weasley replied, wrapping her into a hug.
It was her turn to go. Surely she'd run into the barrier and crash? But she took hold of her trolley and made a run. Pinching her eyes shut, she didn't collide with the barrier, but kept going. Kelly opened her eyes.
There was a large, scarlet train called The Hogwarts Express. Beneath it, hundreds of children of all ages swarmed about, laughing and playing, talking to old acquaintances and meeting new ones. Kelly smiled in optimism. Nothing could go wrong now.
Someone tapped her left shoulder. Kelly turned and saw no one, so she looked over her right to find Harry smiling.
"Hey, don't do that!" she laughed.
"So are you excited?"
"You bet I am. I can't wait, though I'm a little nervous about the sorting," Kelly said.
"You'll probably be in Gryffindor. You fit in pretty well with the rest of us!"
Kelly smiled. I hope so, she thought. I don't know what I'd do without them.
By now, everyone was ready to get on the train. Kelly took hold of her trunk and held Ronan in her other arm. She followed Harry into the train, and they headed towards a compartment in the back. He slid the door open for her while he shoved their trunks in the shelves beside the compartment. Kelly sat down on the velvet crimson seat by the window, and Harry sat beside her. Ron and Hermione took seats across from Kelly and Harry.
Ginny peeked in, "Hey guys, I'm going into another compartment a friend named Caleb. Good luck, Kelly!"
After they settled and the train left for its destination, talk began.
"Okay Kelly we've got to warn you about a few things, er, people at Hogwarts," said Ron. "First, there's Snape, he's the Potions master, and I think you've heard a few bits about him. Just try not to get on his bad side, or rather, just don't talk in his class. Second, there's Filch; he's the caretaker. Don't ever get caught doing pranks. I didn't say don't do pranks, just don't get caught with him around; he may just try to hang you by the ankles like he tried to do so many times with us."
"Ah, the good old times," mused Harry. "Think we'll do anything 'mischievous' this year, say, sneaking into the kitchens to visit the house elves?"
Hermione eyed them.
You're not still over that bloody Spew thing yet?" said Ron.
"It's S.P.E.W., not spew. You should've learned by now, really. I've actually gone quite far over the summer. While I was with Victor, I gained a few new members."
Ron laughed. "Did Vicky threaten them into joining or something?"
"His name is not Vicky," Hermione said, irritated. "Some of his friends were interested and they are helping me spread the organization in Bulgaria over the year."
Ron still looked incredulous.
"So, guys, what else should I uh, watch out for?" Kelly said, trying to take the tension out of the air.
"Well, there's also--"
"Me, Draco Malfoy."
A tall boy with a pale, pointed face opened the door and stared maliciously down at them. On either side were two boys who rather looked like under- grown trolls.
"Right," said Harry, sarcastically.
"Shut it, Potter." His eyes rested on Kelly. "Who is this? A new girl? Ah, yes, I've heard of you... Father mentioned a deed done over the summer involving your mother." He stared down at Kelly and smiled rather like a snake eyeing its prey.
Kelly's eyes narrowed and she stared back hard. How dare he?
"Have you taken another under your wing?" He said to Harry. "You've got the Weasel, the Mudblood, and the lost stray. You sure are taking on a lot, Potter. You might wear yourself out, Scar Head."
Kelly glared up at this insolent boy. That was enough. "Don't you ever, ever insult my friends or even dare to talk about my mother like that," Ronan responded to the anger in Kelly's voice, arching his back and hissing at Malfoy. "And if you ever have the guts to say something like that again in front of me, then I'll make sure you regret it. I'd suggest you leave, before you wished you'd never met me or messed with my friends."
"You'll regret that--"
"I said leave." Kelly felt a surge of power grow in her that she'd never felt before, and before she knew it, her hands were rising, and a great ball of green fire grew in the palms of her hands.
Malfoy looked into her eyes and whispered so low, barely Kelly could hear it, "You are his granddaughter, aren't you? So it's true," he said with a smile playing on his lips and left with that.
Kelly glared at him as he walked away and closed her fist upon the ball of fire like it was simply nothing. She turned around to find Ron and Harry gaping at her.
Kelly suddenly realized that something had taken over her. That wasn't her ball of fire! She didn't even know what it was! And how did she produce that in her hand? It was just like Dark magic.
Hermione eyed her with a strange expression.
Kelly should've known; Hermione was smart, and Kelly would have to be smarter than her to cover up what just happened, if that at all was possible.
"How did you--" Harry began.
"--Without a wand?" Stammered Ron.
"Ball of fire?"
"Malfoy is scared--"
"--Of Kelly?" said both boys in unison. They started laughing with relief.
Kelly joined in, and decided she'd better start explaining.
"Uh, yeah, at my school we learned a few tricks without wands. You guys have never seen anything like that before?"
Ron and Harry shook their heads. Though way Hermione watched her was unnerving; Kelly wished she'd take the story.
Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door, and it slid open. It was an older student wearing a badge with a large "P" on it. Hermione had slipped one just like it in her pocket.
"Hey Hermione, you're a Prefect, remember? You know we all get our own section of the train... Want to join us?"
Hermione tore her eyes off Kelly and nodded. She collected Crookshanks and a few of her schoolbooks she was using for "pleasure reading" and left without saying goodbye to any of them. Kelly was terrified that she'd figure out her secret. She hoped Hermione wouldn't think that Kelly was betraying her as a friend.
"Um, `bye Hermione," said Ron sadly.
"Oh yeah, I forgot she's a Prefect," Harry said.
"I feel sorry for her. I mean, d'you think that they'll like, abduct her and make her into another Percy? He's probably in there waiting to pounce." Ron said, half-jokingly.
For the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts, the three of them laughed and brought up Kelly on their previous years at Hogwarts. She really hoped that she'd be on Gryffindor now; they have so much fun! But now she really despised the thought of being on Slytherin not only because of her Grandfather, but also now because of that idiot Draco Malfoy. She'd probably run away from Hogwarts if she'd ever cross paths with that boy in Slytherin. She laughed at the thought knowing she'd have no place to go.
She was now lost in the conversation between Ron and Harry, and so she looked out the window. Grassy plains swayed with the wind and large trees bursting with life rolled by. The sun was now high and right above them. She rested her head on the palm of her hands and continued to gaze at the beautiful countryside of England.
Suddenly the hairs on her neck prickled her skin, Kelly turned around. Ron and Harry weren't there, and she wasn't in the train anymore. All around her was a swirl of black and green. She turned around to see if the window was still there. It wasn't; a large silver mirror had replaced it. She looked into it, and it was not her reflection that looked back. The face of an old man-or something that rather looked like a snake... Kelly's forehead burrowed and she finally decided on a very pale old man with red glowering slits for eyes, a nose--well, there was no nose, only two small slits, and the thin mouth of a man. Her heart jumped at the high, cruel voice of the creature speaking.
"Kelly, come to me... Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Come share my power, power that you've never imagined. You can do anything! You can bring back your mother. If you join me, you'll have to power to open the spirit world and bring her back, only if you share my power. Now come, young child, don't be scared..."
The same long, pale fingers, belonging to the same hand that she'd seen in her dream, reached out of the mirror. No, this couldn't be a dream, it was so real: Kelly could feel her heart beating faster than she'd ever really know; her body shook out of pure fear; her eyes begun to tear up she was so frightened, and her mouth hung slightly in repulsion of this man--who could only be Voldemort. Yet, to her surprise, Kelly's hand again raised, again having no control. She tried to back away finding it useless. Then she did the only thing she was good at: she screamed as high and as loud as possible. It filled her ears, and another scream joined hers.
Noooo!
Kelly found herself on the floor of the compartment, alongside Harry, who was grabbing his forehead in pain. He stopped screaming just as Kelly did. Ron gaped at Kelly and Harry.
"Wha--?" Ron stammered
Harry stood up, holding his head, and looked at Kelly with a mix of emotions; she couldn't tell how he was looking at her. It was a combination of fear and confusion. Kelly looked back up at him with the panic of a small child. Kelly suddenly broke down and cried into her hands. Harry instantly knelt next to her and held her shoulders.
So foolish. So cowardly I am., Kelly thought.
"Ron, go get a couple bars of chocolate, please. If anyone asks, make up something," Harry said shakily.
Harry still held her and brushed the hair out of her face. Kelly tried compose herself and looked up at him.
"I'm so sorry. I really am," Kelly blubbered. "I don't know what happened."
He smiled, "It's okay. Is there anything you need to talk about?"
"No-I, I don't know," she stammered. "I don't know what happened."
"I don't know what happened either," Harry continued. "All I remember is you falling asleep when you were looking out the window. Then Ron and I were talking when you screamed and fell onto the floor. My scar suddenly hurt. It was almost as bad as last year... I think I started screaming at the same time you did," he said, looking back up at her with a worried look in his eyes. "This might sound crazy, but I think we have some weird connection," he laughed. "Nah, maybe it was just a coincidence. But, what were you dreaming about? It must have been a nightmare. Ginny told me a few weeks ago that you had a nightmare and screamed. Was it the same one?"
Kelly didn't want to tell him. She just couldn't stand losing his friendship if he found out. "It was. And I-I don't know why I screamed. But it was just a dream of someone."
"Oh," Harry said, sounding disappointed. "It's just that my scar starts hurting when Voldemort is near, or I guess planning things against me, like last summer..."
"I'm sorry," Kelly said spontaneously, but she really meant it; it didn't feel right lying to Harry like this.
Harry looked at her with those bright green eyes full of compassion once more. "Why should you be sorry? You didn't do anything."
Kelly sighed and her forehead burrowed with frustration, "I wish I could tell you, Harry, I really do--" She stopped herself; she didn't mean to say that aloud.
He stood up, and pulled her up with him into their seat.
"You can tell me you big secret when you want to; I'm a patient person," he said with a laugh.
Kelly smiled back weakly.
Ron came back with two huge bars of chocolate and a worried Hermione.
"What happened?" she said, apparently concerned.
Kelly and Harry shared glances, "We don't know. She had a nightmare and my scar hurt. Nothing new," Harry said.
Hermione looked at Kelly, but the suspicion was still there.
"Well, it's a good thing you guys are okay," she said, relieved. "We're nearly at Hogwarts, we'd all better change into our robes," she added.
Kelly pulled out her black robes. She followed Hermione into the next compartment so they could change.
Hermione slid the compartment door shut, and turned towards Kelly.
"Kelly, is there something that you're not telling us? Because that ball of fire--I've never encountered anything like that."
"I told you already. It was just a trick to scare him off."
"I'm sorry, it just looked a lot like Dark magic because you did it without a wand..."
"It's okay. I hope I didn't scare you guys. It was intended for that little bloke."
Hermione laughed, "Well look at that, you're already becoming accustomed to the real English language again, that you were born here?"
Kelly nodded, and they finished changing, but before they left, Hermione asked her another thing she really didn't want to answer.
"Kelly, is there something between you and Harry?" she asked.
Kelly smiled. "I don't know. Is there something between you and Ron?" she asked, laughing.
"No! Of course not!" she said, her cheeks slightly reddening.
"Don't worry, I won't tell if you won't," Kelly said.
"What are you talking about? I said I don't like Ron," although it was quite obvious Hermione was lying through her teeth.
Hermione left for the Prefect's compartments again and Kelly entered hers. She sat down by Harry again and checked out the window to see how close they were. Up ahead, a large castle atop a large, rocky hill with a surrounding lake came into view, and Kelly smiled as the train began to slow down and passed a platform that rested amidst a small, picturesque town.
"That's Hogsmeade. We're allowed to go there on some weekends," Harry informed Kelly.
Soon enough, Ron, Kelly, and Harry took a hold of their animals and stepped out of the train.
The air was brisk, and the wind caught in Kelly's hair, causing a long waterfall of her white-blonde hair to block her vision. She tried to gaze up at the Hogwarts castle. It was wonderful. The towers and turrets of the great stone structure reached into the sky.
"Come on, Kelly, we've got to get to the carriages before the good ones are taken," Ron said.
They headed up the hill towards dozens of horseless carriages.
"'Arry! Good ter see yeh! Who's your friend?"
Kelly turned around to see where the great booming voice came from. A large man, who must've been at least seven or eight feet tall, stood before she, Ron, and Harry.
"Hello Hagrid!" said Harry. "This is Kelly; she's a new fifth year." He turned to Kelly, "This is Hagrid, the gamekeeper and the Care of Magical Creatures teacher."
"Good ter meet yeh, Kelly," he stuck out his great hand, "any friend of th' fine Gryffi'dor trio is a great 'un."
Kelly was straining her neck to look up at him. She shook his enormous hand, finding that it was engulfed. "It's nice to meet you, too."
They left Hagrid to round up the first years into boats by the lake. The three of them reached the carriages when Hermione appeared at their side.
"Hey! Don't forget about me!" she exclaimed, out of breath and holding a very ruffled Crookshanks.
The carriage they settled themselves in set off magically towards the castle.
"My, those Prefects, they're wonderful!" she said.
Ron rolled his eyes, "I guess she finally found her kind. Looks like she finally has friends who also enjoy sticking their noses in books all day."
Hermione glared at him, "Well, at least I've accomplished something!"
Ron looked back at her, and he looked hurt. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again. He turned his head and looked the other way. Kelly learned that three of his older brothers were Prefects and Head Boys.
"What? Well, what do you have to say?" Hermione glowered.
"Never mind. It's not worth it, Hermione. You don't understand."
"What's not to understand? I don't understand that you'll fool around all year, and not give a bloody care what you do later in life--"
"Just forget it! It's none of your ruddy business, Hermione. I'm not like you, so just get over it!" He said harshly.
Kelly and Harry looked extremely uncomfortable. They looked at each other and shared nervous and surprised looks.
The carriage nearly reached the castle, and tension was still high.
"Uh, excited, Kelly?" Harry asked, trying to break the air.
"Oh, yeah. A little nervous, though," she said. She looked at Ron, who was gazing out the window with a frown.
"Ah, don't worry about, Kelly, you'll definitely be in Gryffindor," Hermione added, still fuming a little.
The carriage stopped at the edge of the castle, and they climbed out. The students gathered before two large doors with the Hogwarts Crest upon it: a lion, raven, badger, and snake rested in each corner.
A tall stern-faced woman opened the door. She was wearing a deep color of jade robes, and a tall, pointed black hat. She looked like she rarely smiled or laughed.
"That's Professor McGonagall," whispered Harry. "She's the Headmistress, and the Transfiguration teacher. She's also the head of Gryffindor, but she's pretty strict no matter what house you're in."
"Hello, and welcome back, students." Her voice seemed to echo throughout the crowd. "Right now, the first years are getting ready to be sorted. This year, we have a transfer student, she is going to be a fifth year, and she's from The United States. Would Miss Kelly Englewood please come with me? The rest of you shall continue into the Great Hall and be seated at your house tables," said Professor McGonagall.
Students strained to see who this newcomer was.
Harry placed a hand on her back and whispered, "Good luck, Kelly."
Kelly smiled weakly to Ron, Harry, and Hermione. They all smiled back, and lightly pushed her to follow Professor McGonagall, as she was already leaving.
Kelly left the crowd and strained to catch up with the Professor.
"Welcome, Miss Englewood. You will be sorted along with the first years to find out what house you belong in. The four houses are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. After the sorting, you will sit at the table according to your placement. Following that, a Prefect or Head Boy or Girl will lead you to your dorm room. Your schedule, belongings, and school apparel will be beside your bed."
They turned a corner in the long hall. It led into a great room. It was filled with the chatter of hundreds of students. There were four tables; each decorated a different color, green, red, yellow, and blue. At the other end, there was one long ornate table filled with Professors sitting in beautiful chairs. The ceiling of the room reflected the sky, a beautiful sunset of oranges, pinks, and violets. Candles floated aimlessly to light the room. Professor McGonagall led her to one end, where many small children, obviously first years, were gathered. They looked as nervous as she was.
"You will wait here until your name is called. I believe you will be sorted first. Just go up to the stool, and I will place the Sorting Hat upon your head. We will begin soon. Good luck, dear." And she left with that towards the head table.
Kelly stood there, looking all around her, admiring the place. She peered down the tables, looking for Harry, Ron and Hermione. She couldn't remember what color Gryffindor was, but when she was looking down the green one, she saw the boy that had intruded their compartment on the train earlier that day.
Draco Malfoy looked back at her, but instead of glaring, he smiled, though the smile didn't reach his cold eyes. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but it frightened her. She fingered her bracelet out of nervousness. The pretty little bracelet glimmered the beautiful color of the amethyst. She was still wondering why she was having these nightmares when Arnold told her that it wearied off evil. Her thoughts again dwelled on her grandfather, Voldemort.
What if she were put in Slytherin?
She began looking down the red table. Then she saw a hand waving at her. It was Harry! His face was smiling, and it calmed her nerves. Hermione and Ron were sitting either side of Harry, obviously still mad at each other. Ron gave a thumbs-up. Kelly waved back at them, and laughed a little to lighten her heart.
She turned around to look at the teachers. In the middle, sitting in the highest chair, was an old man with a long white beard, and half-moon cut glasses. He looked down at her, and smiled. Kelly smiled back. To his righ, was Professor McGonagall; she was having an intent conversation with a man with light brown hair and a kind, young face. On the old man's left, was a man with greasy black hair and a menacing look upon his face. Kelly chuckled, figuring out that this must be Professor Snape.
Suddenly, the old man stood up, raising his hands to hush the lively students. Everyone ceased.
"Hello and welcome back! Another summer has yet passed, and here we are again ready for another year of learning. I hope everyone is well, and their precious brains emptied and waiting for more. First, we will begin with the Sorting of the first years. I'm sure she wouldn't want me to make this announcement, but we have a new transfer student amongst ourselves." The man looked down at Kelly and smiled again, "Her name is Kelly Englewood, and she will be sorted before the first years. "Miss Englewood?" He motioned to the stool, where Professor McGonagall was standing next to a frayed, old black hat. Before she could walk up to the hat, it began singing about itself. Kelly was still too nervous to listen, but in about a couple minutes it was done, and Professor McGonagall motioned her to come up.
Kelly was blinded by her anxiety, but her feet moved for her. A thousand thoughts rushed though her head, each one rephrasing the question whether she'd be in Slytherin or Gryffindor. She walked over to the stool, and Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head. It began to speak into her mind.
"Ooh, this is difficult, my dear. You have the heart of a lion, indeed, and would fit well into Gryffindor. You are compassionate and loyal also, but I also see--oh my, your thoughts dwell on Slytherin, as it is very much in your blood! Very difficult. Your patience collides with your temper here, but yes, it is a strong battle between both worlds, though I do fear that one is winning, and that would be."
"Slytherin!" it shouted.
"Girls! Wake up! We're leaving in a couple hours. Breakfast is ready when you want to come down," yelled Mrs. Weasley. It was 5:00 am on September the first, Kelly's first day at Hogwarts.
A bolt of excitement like lightening passed through her body. Leaving for Hogwarts was possibly the only positive thing she had to look forward to. Her worries had passed since the dream, and she hadn't had any more nightmares since. Kelly was still hadn't asked Ginny about that dream, hoping it was just a coincidence. If Voldemort was coming for her today, she was ready, because nothing could stop her (even if she hadn't even gotten out of bed).
Everyone dressed and followed their normal morning routine with a little bounce. Fred and George seemed a bit glum, though, being today the start of their last and 7th year at Hogwarts, but Harry and Ron said they'd had a feeling that Fred and George would be pulling some memorable pranks this year to leave the unforgettable mark of the Weasley twins. Hermione looked slightly anxious. When she was helping Kelly choose her courses, Hermione mentioned she was taking some rather advanced classes, which seemed to make her a bit uneasy; Ron and Harry found this quite amusing while Hermione would never admit she was scared of anything. The only advanced course Kelly decided upon was Transfiguration. The schooling she received in the study of Transfiguration was complex and level to a sixth year's education while she was in her fourth. She also decided on Muggle Studies along with Hermione to fill in her extra elective. Along with those, she had the usual Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, and Potions.
It was now nearing time to leave for King's Cross Station. Everyone was heading out the door while Mr. Weasley conjured their trunks and bags onto the front yard.
Mrs. Weasley approached Kelly after warning Fred and George not to pull anything that would get them kicked out before taking the N.E.W.T.s, or she'd have their heads.
"Kelly, dear, Arthur and I are your guardians until the Ministry decides otherwise, so if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to send an owl. While you're at Hogwarts, you may learn of certain. things. Don't lose confidence in yourself and trust your heart," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Now, off you go-"
"Hello!" It was Arnold; he'd just Apparated a few feet away. "Good morning Arthur, good morning Molly. May I have a word with Kelly before she leaves?"
"Good morning Arnold. Of course, she's right here." Mrs. Weasley set off to talk to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Kelly, there is something I need to tell you before you leave. It's very important, especially at a time like this. That bracelet, the one your mother gave to you, do not take it off. No matter what. Kelly, I was your mother's best friend at Hogwarts. I-I can't tell you too much, but I gave it to her when she was around your age for her protection. I know you don't understand-"
"I know. Voldemort is my grandfather."
Arnold winced at the name. "I'm sorry," he laid a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, he is. Your mother never wanted you to know. You see, I gave her that bracelet to ward off You-Know-Who's er, powers of persuasion. Certain charms that would have gotten me a quite a lot of trouble are on it. Like I said, never take it off. I regret with all my heart that she hadn't been wearing it when-" he sighed and looked down. "I trust that you'll learn more eventually. The Ministry may order that some information may not be known to you just yet, but you should know."
Three cabs pulled into the dirt driveway of the Burrow.
"Thank you, Arnold." She didn't really know how to respond to all that he had added to her mystery.
"Good luck. Don't take that bracelet off."
They shook hands and Kelly turned to leave with a heavy heart.
Kelly was the last one to squeeze herself into one of the cabs. She sat next to Hermione and Ginny in the back seat with Ronan in her lap.
As she stroked Ronan, Kelly watched the amethysts on her bracelet glimmer. Hogwarts didn't matter anymore. All she wanted was her mother back and the life she had led before. She watched the world rush by as the cab drove to King's Cross Station.
The group left the cabs and reached a spot between Platforms Nine and Ten.
"Children, you know what to do. Fred, George, you first," called Mrs. Weasley.
"Kelly, dear, just watch Fred and George. All you have to do is run into the barrier like they are. It's not hard," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Mrs. Weasley, thank you for everything," Kelly said. "I really appreciate all you and your family has done for me."
"It was my pleasure, dear," Mrs. Weasley replied, wrapping her into a hug.
It was her turn to go. Surely she'd run into the barrier and crash? But she took hold of her trolley and made a run. Pinching her eyes shut, she didn't collide with the barrier, but kept going. Kelly opened her eyes.
There was a large, scarlet train called The Hogwarts Express. Beneath it, hundreds of children of all ages swarmed about, laughing and playing, talking to old acquaintances and meeting new ones. Kelly smiled in optimism. Nothing could go wrong now.
Someone tapped her left shoulder. Kelly turned and saw no one, so she looked over her right to find Harry smiling.
"Hey, don't do that!" she laughed.
"So are you excited?"
"You bet I am. I can't wait, though I'm a little nervous about the sorting," Kelly said.
"You'll probably be in Gryffindor. You fit in pretty well with the rest of us!"
Kelly smiled. I hope so, she thought. I don't know what I'd do without them.
By now, everyone was ready to get on the train. Kelly took hold of her trunk and held Ronan in her other arm. She followed Harry into the train, and they headed towards a compartment in the back. He slid the door open for her while he shoved their trunks in the shelves beside the compartment. Kelly sat down on the velvet crimson seat by the window, and Harry sat beside her. Ron and Hermione took seats across from Kelly and Harry.
Ginny peeked in, "Hey guys, I'm going into another compartment a friend named Caleb. Good luck, Kelly!"
After they settled and the train left for its destination, talk began.
"Okay Kelly we've got to warn you about a few things, er, people at Hogwarts," said Ron. "First, there's Snape, he's the Potions master, and I think you've heard a few bits about him. Just try not to get on his bad side, or rather, just don't talk in his class. Second, there's Filch; he's the caretaker. Don't ever get caught doing pranks. I didn't say don't do pranks, just don't get caught with him around; he may just try to hang you by the ankles like he tried to do so many times with us."
"Ah, the good old times," mused Harry. "Think we'll do anything 'mischievous' this year, say, sneaking into the kitchens to visit the house elves?"
Hermione eyed them.
You're not still over that bloody Spew thing yet?" said Ron.
"It's S.P.E.W., not spew. You should've learned by now, really. I've actually gone quite far over the summer. While I was with Victor, I gained a few new members."
Ron laughed. "Did Vicky threaten them into joining or something?"
"His name is not Vicky," Hermione said, irritated. "Some of his friends were interested and they are helping me spread the organization in Bulgaria over the year."
Ron still looked incredulous.
"So, guys, what else should I uh, watch out for?" Kelly said, trying to take the tension out of the air.
"Well, there's also--"
"Me, Draco Malfoy."
A tall boy with a pale, pointed face opened the door and stared maliciously down at them. On either side were two boys who rather looked like under- grown trolls.
"Right," said Harry, sarcastically.
"Shut it, Potter." His eyes rested on Kelly. "Who is this? A new girl? Ah, yes, I've heard of you... Father mentioned a deed done over the summer involving your mother." He stared down at Kelly and smiled rather like a snake eyeing its prey.
Kelly's eyes narrowed and she stared back hard. How dare he?
"Have you taken another under your wing?" He said to Harry. "You've got the Weasel, the Mudblood, and the lost stray. You sure are taking on a lot, Potter. You might wear yourself out, Scar Head."
Kelly glared up at this insolent boy. That was enough. "Don't you ever, ever insult my friends or even dare to talk about my mother like that," Ronan responded to the anger in Kelly's voice, arching his back and hissing at Malfoy. "And if you ever have the guts to say something like that again in front of me, then I'll make sure you regret it. I'd suggest you leave, before you wished you'd never met me or messed with my friends."
"You'll regret that--"
"I said leave." Kelly felt a surge of power grow in her that she'd never felt before, and before she knew it, her hands were rising, and a great ball of green fire grew in the palms of her hands.
Malfoy looked into her eyes and whispered so low, barely Kelly could hear it, "You are his granddaughter, aren't you? So it's true," he said with a smile playing on his lips and left with that.
Kelly glared at him as he walked away and closed her fist upon the ball of fire like it was simply nothing. She turned around to find Ron and Harry gaping at her.
Kelly suddenly realized that something had taken over her. That wasn't her ball of fire! She didn't even know what it was! And how did she produce that in her hand? It was just like Dark magic.
Hermione eyed her with a strange expression.
Kelly should've known; Hermione was smart, and Kelly would have to be smarter than her to cover up what just happened, if that at all was possible.
"How did you--" Harry began.
"--Without a wand?" Stammered Ron.
"Ball of fire?"
"Malfoy is scared--"
"--Of Kelly?" said both boys in unison. They started laughing with relief.
Kelly joined in, and decided she'd better start explaining.
"Uh, yeah, at my school we learned a few tricks without wands. You guys have never seen anything like that before?"
Ron and Harry shook their heads. Though way Hermione watched her was unnerving; Kelly wished she'd take the story.
Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door, and it slid open. It was an older student wearing a badge with a large "P" on it. Hermione had slipped one just like it in her pocket.
"Hey Hermione, you're a Prefect, remember? You know we all get our own section of the train... Want to join us?"
Hermione tore her eyes off Kelly and nodded. She collected Crookshanks and a few of her schoolbooks she was using for "pleasure reading" and left without saying goodbye to any of them. Kelly was terrified that she'd figure out her secret. She hoped Hermione wouldn't think that Kelly was betraying her as a friend.
"Um, `bye Hermione," said Ron sadly.
"Oh yeah, I forgot she's a Prefect," Harry said.
"I feel sorry for her. I mean, d'you think that they'll like, abduct her and make her into another Percy? He's probably in there waiting to pounce." Ron said, half-jokingly.
For the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts, the three of them laughed and brought up Kelly on their previous years at Hogwarts. She really hoped that she'd be on Gryffindor now; they have so much fun! But now she really despised the thought of being on Slytherin not only because of her Grandfather, but also now because of that idiot Draco Malfoy. She'd probably run away from Hogwarts if she'd ever cross paths with that boy in Slytherin. She laughed at the thought knowing she'd have no place to go.
She was now lost in the conversation between Ron and Harry, and so she looked out the window. Grassy plains swayed with the wind and large trees bursting with life rolled by. The sun was now high and right above them. She rested her head on the palm of her hands and continued to gaze at the beautiful countryside of England.
Suddenly the hairs on her neck prickled her skin, Kelly turned around. Ron and Harry weren't there, and she wasn't in the train anymore. All around her was a swirl of black and green. She turned around to see if the window was still there. It wasn't; a large silver mirror had replaced it. She looked into it, and it was not her reflection that looked back. The face of an old man-or something that rather looked like a snake... Kelly's forehead burrowed and she finally decided on a very pale old man with red glowering slits for eyes, a nose--well, there was no nose, only two small slits, and the thin mouth of a man. Her heart jumped at the high, cruel voice of the creature speaking.
"Kelly, come to me... Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Come share my power, power that you've never imagined. You can do anything! You can bring back your mother. If you join me, you'll have to power to open the spirit world and bring her back, only if you share my power. Now come, young child, don't be scared..."
The same long, pale fingers, belonging to the same hand that she'd seen in her dream, reached out of the mirror. No, this couldn't be a dream, it was so real: Kelly could feel her heart beating faster than she'd ever really know; her body shook out of pure fear; her eyes begun to tear up she was so frightened, and her mouth hung slightly in repulsion of this man--who could only be Voldemort. Yet, to her surprise, Kelly's hand again raised, again having no control. She tried to back away finding it useless. Then she did the only thing she was good at: she screamed as high and as loud as possible. It filled her ears, and another scream joined hers.
Noooo!
Kelly found herself on the floor of the compartment, alongside Harry, who was grabbing his forehead in pain. He stopped screaming just as Kelly did. Ron gaped at Kelly and Harry.
"Wha--?" Ron stammered
Harry stood up, holding his head, and looked at Kelly with a mix of emotions; she couldn't tell how he was looking at her. It was a combination of fear and confusion. Kelly looked back up at him with the panic of a small child. Kelly suddenly broke down and cried into her hands. Harry instantly knelt next to her and held her shoulders.
So foolish. So cowardly I am., Kelly thought.
"Ron, go get a couple bars of chocolate, please. If anyone asks, make up something," Harry said shakily.
Harry still held her and brushed the hair out of her face. Kelly tried compose herself and looked up at him.
"I'm so sorry. I really am," Kelly blubbered. "I don't know what happened."
He smiled, "It's okay. Is there anything you need to talk about?"
"No-I, I don't know," she stammered. "I don't know what happened."
"I don't know what happened either," Harry continued. "All I remember is you falling asleep when you were looking out the window. Then Ron and I were talking when you screamed and fell onto the floor. My scar suddenly hurt. It was almost as bad as last year... I think I started screaming at the same time you did," he said, looking back up at her with a worried look in his eyes. "This might sound crazy, but I think we have some weird connection," he laughed. "Nah, maybe it was just a coincidence. But, what were you dreaming about? It must have been a nightmare. Ginny told me a few weeks ago that you had a nightmare and screamed. Was it the same one?"
Kelly didn't want to tell him. She just couldn't stand losing his friendship if he found out. "It was. And I-I don't know why I screamed. But it was just a dream of someone."
"Oh," Harry said, sounding disappointed. "It's just that my scar starts hurting when Voldemort is near, or I guess planning things against me, like last summer..."
"I'm sorry," Kelly said spontaneously, but she really meant it; it didn't feel right lying to Harry like this.
Harry looked at her with those bright green eyes full of compassion once more. "Why should you be sorry? You didn't do anything."
Kelly sighed and her forehead burrowed with frustration, "I wish I could tell you, Harry, I really do--" She stopped herself; she didn't mean to say that aloud.
He stood up, and pulled her up with him into their seat.
"You can tell me you big secret when you want to; I'm a patient person," he said with a laugh.
Kelly smiled back weakly.
Ron came back with two huge bars of chocolate and a worried Hermione.
"What happened?" she said, apparently concerned.
Kelly and Harry shared glances, "We don't know. She had a nightmare and my scar hurt. Nothing new," Harry said.
Hermione looked at Kelly, but the suspicion was still there.
"Well, it's a good thing you guys are okay," she said, relieved. "We're nearly at Hogwarts, we'd all better change into our robes," she added.
Kelly pulled out her black robes. She followed Hermione into the next compartment so they could change.
Hermione slid the compartment door shut, and turned towards Kelly.
"Kelly, is there something that you're not telling us? Because that ball of fire--I've never encountered anything like that."
"I told you already. It was just a trick to scare him off."
"I'm sorry, it just looked a lot like Dark magic because you did it without a wand..."
"It's okay. I hope I didn't scare you guys. It was intended for that little bloke."
Hermione laughed, "Well look at that, you're already becoming accustomed to the real English language again, that you were born here?"
Kelly nodded, and they finished changing, but before they left, Hermione asked her another thing she really didn't want to answer.
"Kelly, is there something between you and Harry?" she asked.
Kelly smiled. "I don't know. Is there something between you and Ron?" she asked, laughing.
"No! Of course not!" she said, her cheeks slightly reddening.
"Don't worry, I won't tell if you won't," Kelly said.
"What are you talking about? I said I don't like Ron," although it was quite obvious Hermione was lying through her teeth.
Hermione left for the Prefect's compartments again and Kelly entered hers. She sat down by Harry again and checked out the window to see how close they were. Up ahead, a large castle atop a large, rocky hill with a surrounding lake came into view, and Kelly smiled as the train began to slow down and passed a platform that rested amidst a small, picturesque town.
"That's Hogsmeade. We're allowed to go there on some weekends," Harry informed Kelly.
Soon enough, Ron, Kelly, and Harry took a hold of their animals and stepped out of the train.
The air was brisk, and the wind caught in Kelly's hair, causing a long waterfall of her white-blonde hair to block her vision. She tried to gaze up at the Hogwarts castle. It was wonderful. The towers and turrets of the great stone structure reached into the sky.
"Come on, Kelly, we've got to get to the carriages before the good ones are taken," Ron said.
They headed up the hill towards dozens of horseless carriages.
"'Arry! Good ter see yeh! Who's your friend?"
Kelly turned around to see where the great booming voice came from. A large man, who must've been at least seven or eight feet tall, stood before she, Ron, and Harry.
"Hello Hagrid!" said Harry. "This is Kelly; she's a new fifth year." He turned to Kelly, "This is Hagrid, the gamekeeper and the Care of Magical Creatures teacher."
"Good ter meet yeh, Kelly," he stuck out his great hand, "any friend of th' fine Gryffi'dor trio is a great 'un."
Kelly was straining her neck to look up at him. She shook his enormous hand, finding that it was engulfed. "It's nice to meet you, too."
They left Hagrid to round up the first years into boats by the lake. The three of them reached the carriages when Hermione appeared at their side.
"Hey! Don't forget about me!" she exclaimed, out of breath and holding a very ruffled Crookshanks.
The carriage they settled themselves in set off magically towards the castle.
"My, those Prefects, they're wonderful!" she said.
Ron rolled his eyes, "I guess she finally found her kind. Looks like she finally has friends who also enjoy sticking their noses in books all day."
Hermione glared at him, "Well, at least I've accomplished something!"
Ron looked back at her, and he looked hurt. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again. He turned his head and looked the other way. Kelly learned that three of his older brothers were Prefects and Head Boys.
"What? Well, what do you have to say?" Hermione glowered.
"Never mind. It's not worth it, Hermione. You don't understand."
"What's not to understand? I don't understand that you'll fool around all year, and not give a bloody care what you do later in life--"
"Just forget it! It's none of your ruddy business, Hermione. I'm not like you, so just get over it!" He said harshly.
Kelly and Harry looked extremely uncomfortable. They looked at each other and shared nervous and surprised looks.
The carriage nearly reached the castle, and tension was still high.
"Uh, excited, Kelly?" Harry asked, trying to break the air.
"Oh, yeah. A little nervous, though," she said. She looked at Ron, who was gazing out the window with a frown.
"Ah, don't worry about, Kelly, you'll definitely be in Gryffindor," Hermione added, still fuming a little.
The carriage stopped at the edge of the castle, and they climbed out. The students gathered before two large doors with the Hogwarts Crest upon it: a lion, raven, badger, and snake rested in each corner.
A tall stern-faced woman opened the door. She was wearing a deep color of jade robes, and a tall, pointed black hat. She looked like she rarely smiled or laughed.
"That's Professor McGonagall," whispered Harry. "She's the Headmistress, and the Transfiguration teacher. She's also the head of Gryffindor, but she's pretty strict no matter what house you're in."
"Hello, and welcome back, students." Her voice seemed to echo throughout the crowd. "Right now, the first years are getting ready to be sorted. This year, we have a transfer student, she is going to be a fifth year, and she's from The United States. Would Miss Kelly Englewood please come with me? The rest of you shall continue into the Great Hall and be seated at your house tables," said Professor McGonagall.
Students strained to see who this newcomer was.
Harry placed a hand on her back and whispered, "Good luck, Kelly."
Kelly smiled weakly to Ron, Harry, and Hermione. They all smiled back, and lightly pushed her to follow Professor McGonagall, as she was already leaving.
Kelly left the crowd and strained to catch up with the Professor.
"Welcome, Miss Englewood. You will be sorted along with the first years to find out what house you belong in. The four houses are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. After the sorting, you will sit at the table according to your placement. Following that, a Prefect or Head Boy or Girl will lead you to your dorm room. Your schedule, belongings, and school apparel will be beside your bed."
They turned a corner in the long hall. It led into a great room. It was filled with the chatter of hundreds of students. There were four tables; each decorated a different color, green, red, yellow, and blue. At the other end, there was one long ornate table filled with Professors sitting in beautiful chairs. The ceiling of the room reflected the sky, a beautiful sunset of oranges, pinks, and violets. Candles floated aimlessly to light the room. Professor McGonagall led her to one end, where many small children, obviously first years, were gathered. They looked as nervous as she was.
"You will wait here until your name is called. I believe you will be sorted first. Just go up to the stool, and I will place the Sorting Hat upon your head. We will begin soon. Good luck, dear." And she left with that towards the head table.
Kelly stood there, looking all around her, admiring the place. She peered down the tables, looking for Harry, Ron and Hermione. She couldn't remember what color Gryffindor was, but when she was looking down the green one, she saw the boy that had intruded their compartment on the train earlier that day.
Draco Malfoy looked back at her, but instead of glaring, he smiled, though the smile didn't reach his cold eyes. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but it frightened her. She fingered her bracelet out of nervousness. The pretty little bracelet glimmered the beautiful color of the amethyst. She was still wondering why she was having these nightmares when Arnold told her that it wearied off evil. Her thoughts again dwelled on her grandfather, Voldemort.
What if she were put in Slytherin?
She began looking down the red table. Then she saw a hand waving at her. It was Harry! His face was smiling, and it calmed her nerves. Hermione and Ron were sitting either side of Harry, obviously still mad at each other. Ron gave a thumbs-up. Kelly waved back at them, and laughed a little to lighten her heart.
She turned around to look at the teachers. In the middle, sitting in the highest chair, was an old man with a long white beard, and half-moon cut glasses. He looked down at her, and smiled. Kelly smiled back. To his righ, was Professor McGonagall; she was having an intent conversation with a man with light brown hair and a kind, young face. On the old man's left, was a man with greasy black hair and a menacing look upon his face. Kelly chuckled, figuring out that this must be Professor Snape.
Suddenly, the old man stood up, raising his hands to hush the lively students. Everyone ceased.
"Hello and welcome back! Another summer has yet passed, and here we are again ready for another year of learning. I hope everyone is well, and their precious brains emptied and waiting for more. First, we will begin with the Sorting of the first years. I'm sure she wouldn't want me to make this announcement, but we have a new transfer student amongst ourselves." The man looked down at Kelly and smiled again, "Her name is Kelly Englewood, and she will be sorted before the first years. "Miss Englewood?" He motioned to the stool, where Professor McGonagall was standing next to a frayed, old black hat. Before she could walk up to the hat, it began singing about itself. Kelly was still too nervous to listen, but in about a couple minutes it was done, and Professor McGonagall motioned her to come up.
Kelly was blinded by her anxiety, but her feet moved for her. A thousand thoughts rushed though her head, each one rephrasing the question whether she'd be in Slytherin or Gryffindor. She walked over to the stool, and Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head. It began to speak into her mind.
"Ooh, this is difficult, my dear. You have the heart of a lion, indeed, and would fit well into Gryffindor. You are compassionate and loyal also, but I also see--oh my, your thoughts dwell on Slytherin, as it is very much in your blood! Very difficult. Your patience collides with your temper here, but yes, it is a strong battle between both worlds, though I do fear that one is winning, and that would be."
"Slytherin!" it shouted.