Authors Note: due to popular demand, here is the second chapter of Harry
Potter and the Girl with the Crescent Scar a little early......
CHAPTER TWO:
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," greeted Proffesor Albus Dumbledore as the students new and old entered the Great Hall. Harry and his friends said "Hello" to familiar faces as they walked down the crowded aisle to the Gryffindor table. Harry looked up to the staff table and saw Proffesor McGonagall bring out a shaggy and whithered black hat and a rather tall stool. Placing the hat on the stool Proffesor McGonagall rang a very small, but very loud bell.
"May I have your attention please!" shouted McGonagall and at the sound of her voice, the hall grew quiet. "Now first years, please step into the center aisle, and when I call your name, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you shall be sorted into your houses. But first, as it is every year, the Sorting Hat Welcoming Song...." And with that the hat seemed to grow a mouth and small eyes and began singing:
Welcome students New and Old To Hogwarts School As time has told Young Witches Young Wizards Owls and Gizzards Time has come To sort you all Into the houses You call home Some have come to call A time when Houses Band together And tell the weather Whether Black and Grim Or Bright and Prim So come new students To my stool And I shall sort you Into the school!
The Hall was filled with applause as the Hat ended his song.
"Well that was shorter than last year's don't you think?" questioned Ginny.
"Yeah, well, I guess with all the stuff that happened last year, it didn't have time to come up with a new one," answered Luna. Dominique was about to say something when her name was called. "Callow, Dominique!" announced McGonagall. She sat there with a quizzical look on her face when Harry whispered for her to go up to the stool. She stood up and made her way through the excited and nervous first years. She sat on the stool and McGonagall placed the Hat on her head.
"Hmmm," said the Hat. "Spunky yes, courageuous too, a little bit on the dark side, but also pure, I can see you doing great things Miss Dominique, you shall be in.... GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table whooped and laughed with joy as the famous duelist approached their table. Harry waved his hand and pointed to the seat next to him indicating that she must sit next to him. She did not hesitate.
"Dominique this is so cool!" exclaimed Ron. "Now that your in our house, you can teach us dueling stuff right?"
"Yeah, and I can see your face when I whoop your little booty at it!" she joked. "But Harry from what I hear dueled Lord Voldemo—""DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" "Ok, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, now that's better than what I can do, he would be a GREAT challenge. Whadda ya say Harry?"
"Sure Dominique, I may be a little rusty but I'll try."
After the feast, Harry and Dominique approached Dumbledore and asked him if he could have a chance and talk with them. When they heard he could, they followed him to his office.
"Butter Beer!" shouted Dumbledore at the stone gargoyle. It began twisting up revealing a large spiral stair case. They ascended the staircase leading into an amazing and spectacular room. Filled with magical objects, portraits of past head masters and mistresses, and a red and orange bird named Fawx. "Hello there Fawx," Harry said to the bird. The bird cooed to him, when Dumbledore's voice jerked Harry's attention away from the bird.
"So you're wondering why you and Dominique have scars that seem to be connected, yes?" he asked them.
"Yes Proffesor. Dominique and I also survived an attack that killed someone else, and why was she sent here anyways?" Dumbledore layed his eyes on Harry's face. "Harry, the reason why Dominique has a scar similar to yours is that she was nearly killed by the same man as you, Lord Voldemort. And she was sent here so she would be protected from Voldemort. Have you told him about last summer Dominique?" Dominique looked guiltily at the floor and answered no.
"Well tell him now."
"Proffesor—"
"Now Dominique."
She sighed and began her story. "Last summer on my birthday, my best friend slept over at my house, you know when I told you my friend died on my 11th birthday? Well, I lied it was last summer. Some one began knocking on the door and when my parents didn't answer it I did, a man came into my house and put a binding spell on my and stuffed a large ball of cloth in my mouth. My friend came in to see what was wrong and Voldemort said some words I couldn't understand and my friend collapsed, dead. He then turned to me and said the same words, but it didn't work, all I felt was a searing pain on my cheek, the man moved to the side as a light came towards him, he then went upstairs and I heard the worst sound of my life, the screaming of my mother and father as Voldemort killed them. He left after that. I acted dead and it worked. After a while the spell wore off and I ran to my room and grabbed my things and went out side and took the Knight Bus to the Ministry of Magic building. And that's how I ended up getting sent to Hogwarts."
That's the second chapter, please R&R
CHAPTER TWO:
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," greeted Proffesor Albus Dumbledore as the students new and old entered the Great Hall. Harry and his friends said "Hello" to familiar faces as they walked down the crowded aisle to the Gryffindor table. Harry looked up to the staff table and saw Proffesor McGonagall bring out a shaggy and whithered black hat and a rather tall stool. Placing the hat on the stool Proffesor McGonagall rang a very small, but very loud bell.
"May I have your attention please!" shouted McGonagall and at the sound of her voice, the hall grew quiet. "Now first years, please step into the center aisle, and when I call your name, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you shall be sorted into your houses. But first, as it is every year, the Sorting Hat Welcoming Song...." And with that the hat seemed to grow a mouth and small eyes and began singing:
Welcome students New and Old To Hogwarts School As time has told Young Witches Young Wizards Owls and Gizzards Time has come To sort you all Into the houses You call home Some have come to call A time when Houses Band together And tell the weather Whether Black and Grim Or Bright and Prim So come new students To my stool And I shall sort you Into the school!
The Hall was filled with applause as the Hat ended his song.
"Well that was shorter than last year's don't you think?" questioned Ginny.
"Yeah, well, I guess with all the stuff that happened last year, it didn't have time to come up with a new one," answered Luna. Dominique was about to say something when her name was called. "Callow, Dominique!" announced McGonagall. She sat there with a quizzical look on her face when Harry whispered for her to go up to the stool. She stood up and made her way through the excited and nervous first years. She sat on the stool and McGonagall placed the Hat on her head.
"Hmmm," said the Hat. "Spunky yes, courageuous too, a little bit on the dark side, but also pure, I can see you doing great things Miss Dominique, you shall be in.... GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table whooped and laughed with joy as the famous duelist approached their table. Harry waved his hand and pointed to the seat next to him indicating that she must sit next to him. She did not hesitate.
"Dominique this is so cool!" exclaimed Ron. "Now that your in our house, you can teach us dueling stuff right?"
"Yeah, and I can see your face when I whoop your little booty at it!" she joked. "But Harry from what I hear dueled Lord Voldemo—""DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" "Ok, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, now that's better than what I can do, he would be a GREAT challenge. Whadda ya say Harry?"
"Sure Dominique, I may be a little rusty but I'll try."
After the feast, Harry and Dominique approached Dumbledore and asked him if he could have a chance and talk with them. When they heard he could, they followed him to his office.
"Butter Beer!" shouted Dumbledore at the stone gargoyle. It began twisting up revealing a large spiral stair case. They ascended the staircase leading into an amazing and spectacular room. Filled with magical objects, portraits of past head masters and mistresses, and a red and orange bird named Fawx. "Hello there Fawx," Harry said to the bird. The bird cooed to him, when Dumbledore's voice jerked Harry's attention away from the bird.
"So you're wondering why you and Dominique have scars that seem to be connected, yes?" he asked them.
"Yes Proffesor. Dominique and I also survived an attack that killed someone else, and why was she sent here anyways?" Dumbledore layed his eyes on Harry's face. "Harry, the reason why Dominique has a scar similar to yours is that she was nearly killed by the same man as you, Lord Voldemort. And she was sent here so she would be protected from Voldemort. Have you told him about last summer Dominique?" Dominique looked guiltily at the floor and answered no.
"Well tell him now."
"Proffesor—"
"Now Dominique."
She sighed and began her story. "Last summer on my birthday, my best friend slept over at my house, you know when I told you my friend died on my 11th birthday? Well, I lied it was last summer. Some one began knocking on the door and when my parents didn't answer it I did, a man came into my house and put a binding spell on my and stuffed a large ball of cloth in my mouth. My friend came in to see what was wrong and Voldemort said some words I couldn't understand and my friend collapsed, dead. He then turned to me and said the same words, but it didn't work, all I felt was a searing pain on my cheek, the man moved to the side as a light came towards him, he then went upstairs and I heard the worst sound of my life, the screaming of my mother and father as Voldemort killed them. He left after that. I acted dead and it worked. After a while the spell wore off and I ran to my room and grabbed my things and went out side and took the Knight Bus to the Ministry of Magic building. And that's how I ended up getting sent to Hogwarts."
That's the second chapter, please R&R