A/N: ok...I know I know..please bare with me...its going to get better I
promise...I know its kinda on the iffy side right now but it will get better!
Thanks for reading!!
"stars will cry the blackest tears tonight and this is the moment that I live for..." SotY...good song, good band...
me: hi...my name is hermio—I mean amber and im addicted to harry potter...
group: hi amber, we love you
me: I love you too group!
Me at harry potter addicts anonymous hehehe...::smiles sheepishly::
CHAPTER 4: The Try-outs
The sorting had just ended and Professor Dumbledore was making his way to the front of the stage to give his beginning of the year speech and make all the announcements to start the year.
"I want to welcome to our school a new student who has just moved here from The United States," Dumbledore announced. "Her name is Renee' Heusel and I want you all to treat her with the same respect and understanding that you would show me, I'm sure many of you know what its like to come to a new school not knowing anyone," he explained while motioning for Professor McGonagall to leave the sorting hat and stool there so that Renee' could be sorted. She sat down and Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head. They sat in silence for about 2 minutes when finally a loud yell protruded from the seem of the hat.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it exploded.
A loud roar erupted across the Great Hall where all the Gryffindors were sitting. Renee' made her way towards the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Ron and Harry.
"What luck," she said enthusiastically and laughed nervously, and smiled. Cho Chang was watching from the Ravenclaw table and was eyeing Renee' closely. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned away again.
"She doesn't like me does she?" Renee' asked in the middle of the meal. Harry realized that she was talking about Hermione and laughed.
"Oh, Hermione? She's just a bit possessive," he said with a laugh.
"Well, that's a relief," she said sounding a little bit acerbic.
After dinner they went to their dormitories and because of Hermione's prefect duties she was the one who had to show Renee' around school and to her classes. Hermione wasn't as thrilled as Ron and Harry though, because Renee' would be in most of their classes.
The next morning at breakfast they got their schedules and were off to their first class of the school year, which, unfortunately for Harry, was Potions. He, Ron, Hermione, and Renee' all made there way down to the dungeons for Snape's potion's class. But when they got there, they didn't see Snape, instead a small little witch with blonde hair and blue eyes was sitting at Snape's old desk.
"Hello class, I am Professor Demeter and I am the new potions teacher. Professor Snape was given the opportunity to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts and I must say that he didn't hesitate to take the position. So, here we are. Take out your cauldrons and get the ingredients on the board, we are not wasting any time this year. This is a potion that causes unstoppable itch. I would advise you not to touch it, or Madam Pomfrey will have quite an exciting challenge. Once you are done, put a sample on my desk with your name on it and I will determine your grade from that. Now get started."
Harry worked on the potion, and for the first time in a long time he got a potion right. The color was the same as Hermione's and Renee's. Harry was so pleased with himself that he almost knocked the potion onto the floor, if Ron wouldn't have used a levitation charm to save it, he would have been dead.
When Potions was over they made their way to Transfiguration. On the way there Hermione got lost in the crowd with Renee'.
"Okay, I know you hate me, I just wanna know why," Renee' admitted.
"No, not at all, its just that, well I don't want to lose my...well, Harry and Ron have been my best friends for almost 5 years now and losing them to you would be quite devastating-- no offensive," Hermione retorted trying not to sound too rude or too polite at the same time.
"I just want friends," she said sadly. "I am really sorry if you think I am trying to take them, but that's not my intention!" she urged on, "I want to be your friend too, and I think that we are kinda alike."
The first transfiguration class was more boring than ever. Professor McGonagal went over O.W.L.S. (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) with the class and explained what was going to be on the ones this year. Ron and Harry were talking to Renee' who was pretending to pay attention. She was telling them about how the previous year she went to U.S.A.M. (United States' Academy of Magic) had classes that taught them about acting. Classes about acting? Were all Americans nutters? Harry thought.
The following days were full of challenges, not as much homework as they would usually get, but just enough for them to get away with complaining. All the lectures about the O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests) were getting them quite scared.
The next day they were due in Defense Against the Dark Arts. They entered the classroom to see a pleased looking Snape sitting in the old, beaten-up teacher's desk.
"Please put away your books and your wands," he instructed in his dull, dragging voice. "Today I will be teaching about Occlumency. The Headmaster has insisted that everyone be familiar with the practice, at least. This is an exercise of clearing your mind to keep intruders out of it." At this, a few people, including Parvati and Lavender, were looking quite disturbed as if someone had just told them that they were never to practice Divination again. "Potter, why don't you come up here so we can demonstrate," he said devilishly. Harry got up and walk to the front of the classroom. Snape pulled up a chair for Harry to sit in. Snape stood over him and told him to clear his mind. Harry closed his eyes and did just like he had been doing every night since he had first started taking the private lessons with Snape. He was ordered to learn Occlumency so that Voldemort couldn't get inside of his thoughts, and most importantly, his dreams.
"What are you doing Professor?" Lavender questioned timidly.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Ms. Brown, if you wish to learn please keep your mouth shut," he ordered with a crisp annunciation of the ending 't' sound. Spit went flying into Harry's face and he closed his eyes just incase Lavender said anything else.
Harry's concentration was focused on keeping a clear mind. 'Nothingness, Nothingness,' Harry thought. He could feel his eyes squeezing shut and his hands were gripping fiercely at the arms of the chair. Suddenly light was flashing into his mind. He heard a voice yelling 'No!He can't be entering my mind. He can't have gotten stronger. What if he sees Arabella?' With a jolt Harry's eyes opened and the whole class was staring at Snape and himself.
"That's enough," Snape yelled.
"Did everyone see how I could not penetrate through Potter's thoughts? Does anyone know what happened?" immediately Hermione's hand went into the air, shortly followed by Renee's. Snape looked at his two choices and went with Renee'
"Professor, umm...I think that what happened was...that uhhh..." Renee' stuttered. She sounded nervous.
"Miss Granger, do have a better answer?" Snape asked nonchalantly.
"What happened was that you couldn't get into Harry's thoughts so he accidentally penetrated into yours," she said assuredly.
"While Miss Granger does not know everything as she thinks she does, she is correct" he stated.
"Potter has been practicing Occlumency for almost a year and it has devoured a lot of his energy and time. He practices every night I presume," as he shot a questioning look at Harry and he nodded.
"For homework," he said accompanied by a few groans, "I would like you all to interview Mister Potter and then to write an essay on what you find out. It will have to be at least one full page of parchment. You may leave now. And for you," he looked at Harry, "You will be practicing with me one night a week until Dumbledore says otherwise, and for homework you will write an essay on how you can improve yourself in two pages of parchment," he finished with an evil grin. Snape knew Harry would have a lot on his plate, but he enjoyed making his life unbearable, like Harry's father had once done to him.
The days past slowly during the first week. Harry longed for Quidditch season to start. He wondered who would be captain and when try-outs for Angelina, Fred, and George's positions. Alicia, Katie, Harry and Ron were the only original people left on the team from last year, one of them would be captain. It took a little while for Harry to figure this out though. It has to be me, Harry obsessed. Ron just made the team last year.
The next week would be Quidditch try-outs. Harry had to be there because of the shortage of players on the team. Ron, Harry and the two girls had to make all of the decisions about where and when to meet, and, most importantly, who to choose.
They arrived on the Quidditch field early Wednesday night around seven. They had posted flyers in the common room that were enchanted to yell annoyingly at anyone who passed without reading it just to get everyone's attention. The students had to provide their own broom, or else use an old school broom, A Shooting Star, which rattled and shook when you rode them. Around 15 people showed up to try-out. The first two weren't very good chasers at all, but turned out to be excellent beaters. Their names were Richard Gay and Charles Wallace, both 4nd years. The rest of the line slugged on without any real talent until the end of the try-outs. They were just finishing up when one more person came running up to them.
"Are try-outs over?" said the voice through the darkness. Harry could tell that it was either a girl or a first year boy.
"Yes," yawned Harry.
"Harry, is that you?" questioned the voice.
"Yea, you are you?" Harry asked in return.
"Just watch," the familiar voice said.
Harry could barely see the silhouette through the darkening sky, but what he saw was amazing. Their technique was one that Harry had never seen before. The figure was able to score seven goals in the time frame of 5 minutes. When Ron came down from the goal post he was sweaty and warn-out.
"Har --ry!" he choked. He urged as if trying to tell Harry something important, but Harry ignored him and walked swiftly towards the figure.
"Who are you?" Harry asked squinting through the darkness
"Renee'!" she cried, her voice full of adrenaline.
"Renee'?" he gasped. Ron was making his way up to Harry.
"I tried....to tell you!" he whispered, still slightly out of breath.
Harry was shocked. He knew inside that there was no competition for Renee' to be on the team. She was the best chaser that tried out but he wanted her to be surprised.
"We will post the list of the ones who made it tomorrow night after dinner," Harry said solemnly.
"Oh, thanks for lettin' me try-out late," she said sadly, with her head hanging. She had obviously thought she wasn't good enough for the team. Once she was about 20 feet away Harry yelled back to her.
"Hey, you are really good, you know!" He was trying to make her feel more confident in her performance, and to cheer her up. Where did she learn to fly like that? Harry asked himself as he made his way back up to the common room.
The list was posted late the next night. The two beaters were Richard Gay and Charles Wallace, the two fourth years. And, of course, the last chaser was Renee' Heusel.
Harry watched as Renee' casually checked the list for her name. Her stoic expressions had betrayed her this time. Her face exploded into pure excitement and she started jumping up and down.
"Yes!" she cried, at seeing her name. Then she turned around only to see the whole of the common room either starring or laughing at her. She started blushing and ran to Harry and Ron.
"Oh, my Gosh!" she cried. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" her overly happy expression said everything she didn't, and Harry was glad because he couldn't really understand what she had said.
...Yea...yea...ok I know your saying...this Renee' girl seems perfect...she's not...I promise, there's always a story behind every pretty face! ...I guess you'll just have to wait and see...hehehe
"stars will cry the blackest tears tonight and this is the moment that I live for..." SotY...good song, good band...
me: hi...my name is hermio—I mean amber and im addicted to harry potter...
group: hi amber, we love you
me: I love you too group!
Me at harry potter addicts anonymous hehehe...::smiles sheepishly::
CHAPTER 4: The Try-outs
The sorting had just ended and Professor Dumbledore was making his way to the front of the stage to give his beginning of the year speech and make all the announcements to start the year.
"I want to welcome to our school a new student who has just moved here from The United States," Dumbledore announced. "Her name is Renee' Heusel and I want you all to treat her with the same respect and understanding that you would show me, I'm sure many of you know what its like to come to a new school not knowing anyone," he explained while motioning for Professor McGonagall to leave the sorting hat and stool there so that Renee' could be sorted. She sat down and Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head. They sat in silence for about 2 minutes when finally a loud yell protruded from the seem of the hat.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it exploded.
A loud roar erupted across the Great Hall where all the Gryffindors were sitting. Renee' made her way towards the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Ron and Harry.
"What luck," she said enthusiastically and laughed nervously, and smiled. Cho Chang was watching from the Ravenclaw table and was eyeing Renee' closely. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned away again.
"She doesn't like me does she?" Renee' asked in the middle of the meal. Harry realized that she was talking about Hermione and laughed.
"Oh, Hermione? She's just a bit possessive," he said with a laugh.
"Well, that's a relief," she said sounding a little bit acerbic.
After dinner they went to their dormitories and because of Hermione's prefect duties she was the one who had to show Renee' around school and to her classes. Hermione wasn't as thrilled as Ron and Harry though, because Renee' would be in most of their classes.
The next morning at breakfast they got their schedules and were off to their first class of the school year, which, unfortunately for Harry, was Potions. He, Ron, Hermione, and Renee' all made there way down to the dungeons for Snape's potion's class. But when they got there, they didn't see Snape, instead a small little witch with blonde hair and blue eyes was sitting at Snape's old desk.
"Hello class, I am Professor Demeter and I am the new potions teacher. Professor Snape was given the opportunity to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts and I must say that he didn't hesitate to take the position. So, here we are. Take out your cauldrons and get the ingredients on the board, we are not wasting any time this year. This is a potion that causes unstoppable itch. I would advise you not to touch it, or Madam Pomfrey will have quite an exciting challenge. Once you are done, put a sample on my desk with your name on it and I will determine your grade from that. Now get started."
Harry worked on the potion, and for the first time in a long time he got a potion right. The color was the same as Hermione's and Renee's. Harry was so pleased with himself that he almost knocked the potion onto the floor, if Ron wouldn't have used a levitation charm to save it, he would have been dead.
When Potions was over they made their way to Transfiguration. On the way there Hermione got lost in the crowd with Renee'.
"Okay, I know you hate me, I just wanna know why," Renee' admitted.
"No, not at all, its just that, well I don't want to lose my...well, Harry and Ron have been my best friends for almost 5 years now and losing them to you would be quite devastating-- no offensive," Hermione retorted trying not to sound too rude or too polite at the same time.
"I just want friends," she said sadly. "I am really sorry if you think I am trying to take them, but that's not my intention!" she urged on, "I want to be your friend too, and I think that we are kinda alike."
The first transfiguration class was more boring than ever. Professor McGonagal went over O.W.L.S. (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) with the class and explained what was going to be on the ones this year. Ron and Harry were talking to Renee' who was pretending to pay attention. She was telling them about how the previous year she went to U.S.A.M. (United States' Academy of Magic) had classes that taught them about acting. Classes about acting? Were all Americans nutters? Harry thought.
The following days were full of challenges, not as much homework as they would usually get, but just enough for them to get away with complaining. All the lectures about the O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests) were getting them quite scared.
The next day they were due in Defense Against the Dark Arts. They entered the classroom to see a pleased looking Snape sitting in the old, beaten-up teacher's desk.
"Please put away your books and your wands," he instructed in his dull, dragging voice. "Today I will be teaching about Occlumency. The Headmaster has insisted that everyone be familiar with the practice, at least. This is an exercise of clearing your mind to keep intruders out of it." At this, a few people, including Parvati and Lavender, were looking quite disturbed as if someone had just told them that they were never to practice Divination again. "Potter, why don't you come up here so we can demonstrate," he said devilishly. Harry got up and walk to the front of the classroom. Snape pulled up a chair for Harry to sit in. Snape stood over him and told him to clear his mind. Harry closed his eyes and did just like he had been doing every night since he had first started taking the private lessons with Snape. He was ordered to learn Occlumency so that Voldemort couldn't get inside of his thoughts, and most importantly, his dreams.
"What are you doing Professor?" Lavender questioned timidly.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Ms. Brown, if you wish to learn please keep your mouth shut," he ordered with a crisp annunciation of the ending 't' sound. Spit went flying into Harry's face and he closed his eyes just incase Lavender said anything else.
Harry's concentration was focused on keeping a clear mind. 'Nothingness, Nothingness,' Harry thought. He could feel his eyes squeezing shut and his hands were gripping fiercely at the arms of the chair. Suddenly light was flashing into his mind. He heard a voice yelling 'No!He can't be entering my mind. He can't have gotten stronger. What if he sees Arabella?' With a jolt Harry's eyes opened and the whole class was staring at Snape and himself.
"That's enough," Snape yelled.
"Did everyone see how I could not penetrate through Potter's thoughts? Does anyone know what happened?" immediately Hermione's hand went into the air, shortly followed by Renee's. Snape looked at his two choices and went with Renee'
"Professor, umm...I think that what happened was...that uhhh..." Renee' stuttered. She sounded nervous.
"Miss Granger, do have a better answer?" Snape asked nonchalantly.
"What happened was that you couldn't get into Harry's thoughts so he accidentally penetrated into yours," she said assuredly.
"While Miss Granger does not know everything as she thinks she does, she is correct" he stated.
"Potter has been practicing Occlumency for almost a year and it has devoured a lot of his energy and time. He practices every night I presume," as he shot a questioning look at Harry and he nodded.
"For homework," he said accompanied by a few groans, "I would like you all to interview Mister Potter and then to write an essay on what you find out. It will have to be at least one full page of parchment. You may leave now. And for you," he looked at Harry, "You will be practicing with me one night a week until Dumbledore says otherwise, and for homework you will write an essay on how you can improve yourself in two pages of parchment," he finished with an evil grin. Snape knew Harry would have a lot on his plate, but he enjoyed making his life unbearable, like Harry's father had once done to him.
The days past slowly during the first week. Harry longed for Quidditch season to start. He wondered who would be captain and when try-outs for Angelina, Fred, and George's positions. Alicia, Katie, Harry and Ron were the only original people left on the team from last year, one of them would be captain. It took a little while for Harry to figure this out though. It has to be me, Harry obsessed. Ron just made the team last year.
The next week would be Quidditch try-outs. Harry had to be there because of the shortage of players on the team. Ron, Harry and the two girls had to make all of the decisions about where and when to meet, and, most importantly, who to choose.
They arrived on the Quidditch field early Wednesday night around seven. They had posted flyers in the common room that were enchanted to yell annoyingly at anyone who passed without reading it just to get everyone's attention. The students had to provide their own broom, or else use an old school broom, A Shooting Star, which rattled and shook when you rode them. Around 15 people showed up to try-out. The first two weren't very good chasers at all, but turned out to be excellent beaters. Their names were Richard Gay and Charles Wallace, both 4nd years. The rest of the line slugged on without any real talent until the end of the try-outs. They were just finishing up when one more person came running up to them.
"Are try-outs over?" said the voice through the darkness. Harry could tell that it was either a girl or a first year boy.
"Yes," yawned Harry.
"Harry, is that you?" questioned the voice.
"Yea, you are you?" Harry asked in return.
"Just watch," the familiar voice said.
Harry could barely see the silhouette through the darkening sky, but what he saw was amazing. Their technique was one that Harry had never seen before. The figure was able to score seven goals in the time frame of 5 minutes. When Ron came down from the goal post he was sweaty and warn-out.
"Har --ry!" he choked. He urged as if trying to tell Harry something important, but Harry ignored him and walked swiftly towards the figure.
"Who are you?" Harry asked squinting through the darkness
"Renee'!" she cried, her voice full of adrenaline.
"Renee'?" he gasped. Ron was making his way up to Harry.
"I tried....to tell you!" he whispered, still slightly out of breath.
Harry was shocked. He knew inside that there was no competition for Renee' to be on the team. She was the best chaser that tried out but he wanted her to be surprised.
"We will post the list of the ones who made it tomorrow night after dinner," Harry said solemnly.
"Oh, thanks for lettin' me try-out late," she said sadly, with her head hanging. She had obviously thought she wasn't good enough for the team. Once she was about 20 feet away Harry yelled back to her.
"Hey, you are really good, you know!" He was trying to make her feel more confident in her performance, and to cheer her up. Where did she learn to fly like that? Harry asked himself as he made his way back up to the common room.
The list was posted late the next night. The two beaters were Richard Gay and Charles Wallace, the two fourth years. And, of course, the last chaser was Renee' Heusel.
Harry watched as Renee' casually checked the list for her name. Her stoic expressions had betrayed her this time. Her face exploded into pure excitement and she started jumping up and down.
"Yes!" she cried, at seeing her name. Then she turned around only to see the whole of the common room either starring or laughing at her. She started blushing and ran to Harry and Ron.
"Oh, my Gosh!" she cried. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" her overly happy expression said everything she didn't, and Harry was glad because he couldn't really understand what she had said.
...Yea...yea...ok I know your saying...this Renee' girl seems perfect...she's not...I promise, there's always a story behind every pretty face! ...I guess you'll just have to wait and see...hehehe