Chapter One
A/N: This is from smoking crack.....hormones.....nasty obsessions.....lunchmeats.....the usual. Don't take this seriously, because you'll just get pissed off at how much we've torn the story to bits. And yeah.....we don't own anything but Katie and Kayla (ourselves).....did I mention Mary Sue?
Sounds of cheering crowds filled Harry's mind. He could see the snitch.....and it was ever so close, so attainable. And then – other sounds came, sounds that had nothing to do with Quidditch.
"Your common room is here, up the stairs is your dormitory.....no not that one, that's the boys....." It was McGonagall's voice.
"I know, that's why I was headed there," an unfamiliar voice replied with a giggle.
More cheering. Then –
".....not allowed out after dark, your classes begin next week....."
Harry sat straight up in his bed, waking from his dream. He crept down the stairs to see what all the fuss was about.
McGonagall was talking to two girls whom Harry had never seen before. "It's probably best you don't let people know why you're here.....don't want to start any trouble."
"Yes Professor McGonagall," the two girls said in unison, obviously fake innocence flooding their faces.
"Right," said McGonagall, with a slightly worried look to her face. "Well.....off to bed with you."
She turned, and Harry quickly slipped up the stairs so as not to be seen. Hogwarts, getting new students in the middle of the year? And there was something different about them.....
Then it hit him. They were American. Hogwarts got very few, if any American students.....
Yes, this situation would require careful observation.....but not at the moment. Harry entered his dormitory again and left the mystery unsolved for the morning.
A/N: This is from smoking crack.....hormones.....nasty obsessions.....lunchmeats.....the usual. Don't take this seriously, because you'll just get pissed off at how much we've torn the story to bits. And yeah.....we don't own anything but Katie and Kayla (ourselves).....did I mention Mary Sue?
Sounds of cheering crowds filled Harry's mind. He could see the snitch.....and it was ever so close, so attainable. And then – other sounds came, sounds that had nothing to do with Quidditch.
"Your common room is here, up the stairs is your dormitory.....no not that one, that's the boys....." It was McGonagall's voice.
"I know, that's why I was headed there," an unfamiliar voice replied with a giggle.
More cheering. Then –
".....not allowed out after dark, your classes begin next week....."
Harry sat straight up in his bed, waking from his dream. He crept down the stairs to see what all the fuss was about.
McGonagall was talking to two girls whom Harry had never seen before. "It's probably best you don't let people know why you're here.....don't want to start any trouble."
"Yes Professor McGonagall," the two girls said in unison, obviously fake innocence flooding their faces.
"Right," said McGonagall, with a slightly worried look to her face. "Well.....off to bed with you."
She turned, and Harry quickly slipped up the stairs so as not to be seen. Hogwarts, getting new students in the middle of the year? And there was something different about them.....
Then it hit him. They were American. Hogwarts got very few, if any American students.....
Yes, this situation would require careful observation.....but not at the moment. Harry entered his dormitory again and left the mystery unsolved for the morning.