Professor Simpson and Rose
Ron and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table along with Allie and Callie. Allie had opened up to the two more than she had before but still wasn't talking as freely as Callie. Beau and Connor were also in Gryffindor, though Ron didn't know them yet.
Harry was nowhere in sight. Lupin was sitting at the head table and so were two new teachers. Dumbledore wasn't there yet, and Sirius was staying in Remus' office.
"So, Allie, does Callie always talk this much?" Hermione asked, grinning.
"Yes, she does. Though, its usually just babble," Allie said smiling slightly at Callie who was looking indignant, but didn't have time to reply as Dumbledore and Harry walked into the Hall. Dumbledore continued on to the table, and Harry, seeing that there was nowhere for him to sit with Ron and Hermione, walked past them to the part of the table closest to the head table.
He was looking fairly downcast.
"Good evening, welcome to the new school year, everyone," Dumbledore smiled out over the crowd and continued on with his normal speech.
Harry was watching the two new Professors. Simpson was teaching Potions and Rose was teaching charms. Flitwick was spending a year in Holland. Snape was still at the school, but he was keeping a low profile so no one knew he was here.
Harry's dislike of the two new professors grew with every passing minute he was with them. They were too... he didn't know what the word was... familiar?
The two apparently had a child in his first year this year; Harry had yet to see him though.
When he had seen Ron and Hermione hadn't saved him a seat he, for some reason, felt betrayed. He knew it was stupid, but he really did.
The first years came in with Mcgonagall, and Harry saw who must have been Sirius Simpson. He had black hair, and he looked a lot like Harry. His eyes, however, were hazel and he didn't wear glasses.
After the feast Harry disappeared from the Great Hall as quickly as he could, he really wanted to get to Professor Snape and get the potion off him.
He knocked on the door to Snape's dungeon office and heard a growling "come in" from the other side of the door.
Harry entered and closed the door behind him. Snape was sitting at his desk, with a vial of Potion in his hands – he had apparently been expecting Harry.
"Potter," he greeted. "This is a stronger potion than the one I was going to give you originally, which laster for five days, this lasts for eight, and you should drink it on the seventh night just to be safe. I will continue making it for you, because it works best when it is freshly boiled."
"Thank you, sir. You don't know how grateful I am."
"Oh, I think I can guess, Potter," Snape snarled. "Now, go before your two little friends get suspicious."
Harry left, with Snape's eyes following behind him, he could feel them on the back of his head.
In the common room the new first years were all in a big group looking around with awed looks on their faces. When Harry entered they went quiet and stared at him.
"Hello," he smiled at them and moved past them to where Ron and Hermione were seated.
"Harry! Why didn't you sit with us at dinner?" Ron demanded.
"You had company," he said simply.
"We would have made room for you Harry! Don't be a stupid git, you know we would have!" Hermione told him. "Where have you been?"
"I just went for a walk."
Hermione looked at him doubtfully but Ron seemed to believe that and jumped into a whole new subject.
"Why haven't you been writing to us?" he asked. "Sirius said something about Dumbledore telling you not to."
"Yeah, that's it," Harry lied. "I'm sorry."
Just then two identical girls walked up to them. Harry realised they were Hermione and Ron's new friends. He smiled at them, they were very pretty.
"Hello. You must be Harry Potter," one said, shaking his hand. "I'm Calista, or Callie, and this is Allison, or Allie," Calista was beaming and Allison was looking at the ground nervously.
"That's me," Harry said. He cast a glance at Allison. She looked up at him. He took her hand and shook it, she beamed at him.
"Well," Allison said, "I really should be getting to bed. Good night all." She departed and went to the girls dorms, Callie following her.
"Why didn't you sit with us, Harry? We would have moved over." Hermione asked, after a long silence. Harry shrugged and Hermione went on. "Anyway, how was your holiday?"
"It was alright."
"Mate, what's up?"
"Nothing..." Harry paused and looked around the common room. Sirius Simpson was talking to another first year, that Harry had recognised as Leanne Bones, Susan Bones younger sister. Ron and Hermione looked over at him too.
"Who the hell is that?" Ron almost yelped.
"His name is Sirius Simpson, he's Professor Rose and Simpson's son. He's in his first year," Harry answered immediately. Ron and Hermione looked at him, Ron had obviously been expecting Hermione to answer, and Hermione hadn't been expecting an answer.
"How do you know that?" Hermione asked.
"Because Professor Rose and Simpson picked me up from the Dursley's last night," Harry explained. "They told me about their son, and they have a daughter as well, named after Neville's mum, Alice, she's new in Ginny's year. She's in Gryffindor too," Harry continued, "she looks quite a bit like Ginny, different shaped face, though. She went upstairs as soon as she got here."
"I see."
"Well, that's strange isn't it? Now there's like three Ginny's and three You's. Professor Simpson looks a lot like you, and Rose looks like Ginny. Older obviously." Ron blabbered on. Harry dismissed himself and went to bed. He had noticed the Prefect badges on both Ron and Hermione, and he suddenly felt as though he wasn't a part of the 'golden trio' anymore.
Ron and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table along with Allie and Callie. Allie had opened up to the two more than she had before but still wasn't talking as freely as Callie. Beau and Connor were also in Gryffindor, though Ron didn't know them yet.
Harry was nowhere in sight. Lupin was sitting at the head table and so were two new teachers. Dumbledore wasn't there yet, and Sirius was staying in Remus' office.
"So, Allie, does Callie always talk this much?" Hermione asked, grinning.
"Yes, she does. Though, its usually just babble," Allie said smiling slightly at Callie who was looking indignant, but didn't have time to reply as Dumbledore and Harry walked into the Hall. Dumbledore continued on to the table, and Harry, seeing that there was nowhere for him to sit with Ron and Hermione, walked past them to the part of the table closest to the head table.
He was looking fairly downcast.
"Good evening, welcome to the new school year, everyone," Dumbledore smiled out over the crowd and continued on with his normal speech.
Harry was watching the two new Professors. Simpson was teaching Potions and Rose was teaching charms. Flitwick was spending a year in Holland. Snape was still at the school, but he was keeping a low profile so no one knew he was here.
Harry's dislike of the two new professors grew with every passing minute he was with them. They were too... he didn't know what the word was... familiar?
The two apparently had a child in his first year this year; Harry had yet to see him though.
When he had seen Ron and Hermione hadn't saved him a seat he, for some reason, felt betrayed. He knew it was stupid, but he really did.
The first years came in with Mcgonagall, and Harry saw who must have been Sirius Simpson. He had black hair, and he looked a lot like Harry. His eyes, however, were hazel and he didn't wear glasses.
After the feast Harry disappeared from the Great Hall as quickly as he could, he really wanted to get to Professor Snape and get the potion off him.
He knocked on the door to Snape's dungeon office and heard a growling "come in" from the other side of the door.
Harry entered and closed the door behind him. Snape was sitting at his desk, with a vial of Potion in his hands – he had apparently been expecting Harry.
"Potter," he greeted. "This is a stronger potion than the one I was going to give you originally, which laster for five days, this lasts for eight, and you should drink it on the seventh night just to be safe. I will continue making it for you, because it works best when it is freshly boiled."
"Thank you, sir. You don't know how grateful I am."
"Oh, I think I can guess, Potter," Snape snarled. "Now, go before your two little friends get suspicious."
Harry left, with Snape's eyes following behind him, he could feel them on the back of his head.
In the common room the new first years were all in a big group looking around with awed looks on their faces. When Harry entered they went quiet and stared at him.
"Hello," he smiled at them and moved past them to where Ron and Hermione were seated.
"Harry! Why didn't you sit with us at dinner?" Ron demanded.
"You had company," he said simply.
"We would have made room for you Harry! Don't be a stupid git, you know we would have!" Hermione told him. "Where have you been?"
"I just went for a walk."
Hermione looked at him doubtfully but Ron seemed to believe that and jumped into a whole new subject.
"Why haven't you been writing to us?" he asked. "Sirius said something about Dumbledore telling you not to."
"Yeah, that's it," Harry lied. "I'm sorry."
Just then two identical girls walked up to them. Harry realised they were Hermione and Ron's new friends. He smiled at them, they were very pretty.
"Hello. You must be Harry Potter," one said, shaking his hand. "I'm Calista, or Callie, and this is Allison, or Allie," Calista was beaming and Allison was looking at the ground nervously.
"That's me," Harry said. He cast a glance at Allison. She looked up at him. He took her hand and shook it, she beamed at him.
"Well," Allison said, "I really should be getting to bed. Good night all." She departed and went to the girls dorms, Callie following her.
"Why didn't you sit with us, Harry? We would have moved over." Hermione asked, after a long silence. Harry shrugged and Hermione went on. "Anyway, how was your holiday?"
"It was alright."
"Mate, what's up?"
"Nothing..." Harry paused and looked around the common room. Sirius Simpson was talking to another first year, that Harry had recognised as Leanne Bones, Susan Bones younger sister. Ron and Hermione looked over at him too.
"Who the hell is that?" Ron almost yelped.
"His name is Sirius Simpson, he's Professor Rose and Simpson's son. He's in his first year," Harry answered immediately. Ron and Hermione looked at him, Ron had obviously been expecting Hermione to answer, and Hermione hadn't been expecting an answer.
"How do you know that?" Hermione asked.
"Because Professor Rose and Simpson picked me up from the Dursley's last night," Harry explained. "They told me about their son, and they have a daughter as well, named after Neville's mum, Alice, she's new in Ginny's year. She's in Gryffindor too," Harry continued, "she looks quite a bit like Ginny, different shaped face, though. She went upstairs as soon as she got here."
"I see."
"Well, that's strange isn't it? Now there's like three Ginny's and three You's. Professor Simpson looks a lot like you, and Rose looks like Ginny. Older obviously." Ron blabbered on. Harry dismissed himself and went to bed. He had noticed the Prefect badges on both Ron and Hermione, and he suddenly felt as though he wasn't a part of the 'golden trio' anymore.