By NoNoMoon and Chica
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or things associated with it. That, my friends, is why life sucks. Oh yeah, this is a spin-off. So don't get any little (or big) ideas into your little (or big) heads. Enjoy! P.s. Nikki is our character, along with the others we happened to invent. SO DON'T SUE!!!!!!!
Harry Potter and the New Girl
"Oh goody we're here!" Nikki clambered out followed by the rest of the gang. "Where's the luggage?"
"It's probably already in the castle. We'd better hurry up, it looks like it's gonna pour!" Hermione glanced worriedly up at the sky.
"Well come on then. Rig your rear into high gear!" Nikki grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him to one of the horseless carriages that awaited them.
"No way am I gonna let you two ride all the way up there alone!" Ron dashed up the steps, following Nikki. Seamus, Dean, and Hermione clambered in and the carriage sped away toward the giant castle.
Once inside they squeezed through the crowd and hurried to the decorated Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table except Nikki, who Harry had to lead (against Ron's protests) to the line of first years that waited to be sorted.
"Is it going to hurt?" Nikki asked as he pushed her in the line.
"No way, all you do is put the hat on and take it off again. Well see you later!" He sauntered back to the others.
Nikki anxiously waited in line, standing out against the little first- years. "Watch it!" someone snapped at her while they waited. She spun around angrily.
"Grrr…" she said, and the eleven year old yelped, scampering for cover behind his friend.
"Erm, Miss?" a tall, young girl with blonde hair and big, blue eyes asked her. "What are you doing here?"
"Good question! I'm new! What are you doing here?"
The lofty girl smiled. "Waiting to get sorted, of course!"
"Well, meeeee, too!" Nikki said, jumping up and down.
"I'm Rini. What's your name?" asked the blonde, giggling.
"Nikki. So, can you tell me about these weird house things?"
"Sure! One of 'em is Slytherin. You don't wanna end up there… not a witch or wizard who went bad wasn't in there!" Rini trembled at the thought of being in Slytherin. "And then there's Hufflepuff. They say the people in there are a bit daft," she commented, lowering her voice. "Ravenclaw is the second best. That's where the smart people go!! And the best is Gryffindor. I hope I'm there! Brave people belong in it. And it's no wonder- Harry Potter is in there!"
"Oh, okay- wait, Harry's in there?" Nikki asked, perking up.
"Oh, yes." Rini smiled. She wondered what had gotten into the older girl's eyes. They were gleaming mischievously.
Suddenly, Nikki shouted out, "Hey! Ullanda! Over here!"
Ullanda hurried over. "What, you getting ready to be sorted, too?" Nikki asked her.
Rini stared at her. "Hi!"
"Oh, hello, little sister!" Ullanda beamed.
"Whoa, you guys know each other?" Nikki asked, clueless.
"Yup!" Rini grinned. "She's my big sister!"
"Cool!" Nikki started to say something else, but the Sorting Hat cut their conversation short.
When it had stopped singing, McGonagall stood up and shouted out the names. Soon, she came to, "Boaramillo, Rini!"
"That's me," Rini gulped. "Wish me luck!"
She jammed on the hat and it quickly shouted out, "GRYFFINDOR!!!"
"Well, I'm next…" Ullanda grimaced. She became a Gryffindor as well. 'Must be a Neville-sort of braveness case,' thought Ron as he watched Ullanda sit next to the boy. 'Gosh, he's got it bad.'
Soon, it became Nikki's turn. She stuck on the hat and thought, "ya know, this hat could color coordinate with anything!"
The hat made a hat-chuckle and, much to her surprise, started talking.
"So, I could go with anything, eh?"
"Oh, yes!" Nikki grinned and giggled.
"Well, well, well… another Parselmouth…" the hat commented in surprise.
"Yup! I find it kinda cool, and rather useful. But everyone thinks it's scary…" Nikki puzzled aloud.
The hat chuckled again. "Hmmm… first one I've seen in years that could make me laugh… of course, the last two were the Weasley twins… hilarious, those two…"
Nikki became alarmed. "Wait, since I can speak Parseltongue, you're not gonna put me in Slytherin, are you?"
"Maybe… where do you want to go?"
"Gryffindor, please!" Nikki promptly replied.
"Ah… I see… yes, you would be good in… GRYFFINDOR!!!"
As the hat announced this, everyone at the Gryffindor table began to yell and cheer. Ron, who had his fingers crossed the whole time, screamed the loudest. Nikki beamed as she pushed Ron out of his seat next to Harry and sat down.
"I just knew I was gonna be with you Harry, sweetie."
"Er, right…" Harry felt his face burn. Sweetie? "So Nikki, what took so long?"
"Oh, I had a conversation with the Hat. Made him laugh, all that good stuff."
"Ah… I see…" Harry replied, staring at her. Laugh? How could a hat laugh?
"Soooo, what do we eat? And when?" Nikki asked impatiently, changing the subject.
"It'll come, just a minute," Harry replied, also changing his focus and watching the last of the first years hurry off to their tables.
"Where? I don't see-"
Suddenly the empty plates filled themselves before the students.
"-it," Nikki finished, eyes wide. "Whoa! Look at all the food!"
"Watchu waitin' for?" Seamus asked, mouth full of food already. "Dig in!"
And so they did.
"Hey, Harry!" Nikki called through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "Where's the pizza?"
"They don't serve that here at Hogwarts!" he yelled back at her.
"And they call themselves a school?" Nikki cried, dropping her fork in shock. "I've seen pigs who even get to eat the crust off Pizza Hut's best! This is a complete outrage! I've never been so-"
She stopped as Professor McGonagall marched over.
"Uh… hi, Auntie Minerva!!!"
"Miss Harply, a word if you please," she said sharply.
"I'm all ears, professor!" Nikki chirped.
"In my office."
"Oh. Uh, right. Just let me finish-"
"NOW!"
"Okay, okay. Don't be such a-" Nikki stopped as Professor McGonagall glared at her. She gulped and grabbed one more piece of steak, swallowing hastily. "I'm coming!"
Nikki glanced uneasily at Harry, who just shrugged.
She patted him on the head. "I'll be right back, Harry honey."
"Watch the language..." muttered Ginny.
"Hey Auntie Miner-," Nikki started.
"Here, I am Professor McGonagall to you, Dominique."
"Right. Okay."
Nikki followed McGonagall out of the Great Hall into her office. She seated herself in the chair in front of the desk.
"Nice place you got here, professor!"
"Sucking up will not get you out of trouble, Dominique."
"Right. So sorry. My mistake."
"First off, what are you wearing?"
Nikki looked down at her clothes. "Why, do you like it, professor? I wore my absolute best for the occasion."
"And it will be your last time as well. Detention, Harply."
"But- but why?" Nikki said in horror.
"At Hogwarts, you wear shirts that do not show your belly button. You will be required to wear your cloak. At ALL TIMES!"
"That's so unfair! How am I supposed to get guys now?!?" Nikki slumped back in her chair and pouted.
"Another thing," McGonagall pursued, ignoring Nikki's attitude, "What bunk shall we put you in?"
Nikki perked up a little. "Bunk?" she asked slyly, an idea forming in her head.
"Yes, you will be sharing a bunk with someone you know," McGonagall flipped through some parchments. "Ah yes, of course! We'll put you in with Miss Granger."
"WHAT!"
"Problem, Miss Harply?" McGonagall asked, amused.
"Yes! BIG problem! I had someone else in mind!"
"Really. I am quite interested, who?"
"Oh I don't know, Lavender, Ginny, Parvathi, HARRY???"
"Don't be ridiculous. Imagine, letting a girl bunk with a boy. Especially 16-year-olds!"
"Why not? We used to do it all the time in America!"
McGonagall put her hand to her heart. "Gracious! No wonder she wanted you transferred!"
Nikki disappointingly said, "You sure I can't bunk with Harry?"
"Absolutely not."
Nikki pouted. "Party pooper."
"Five points from Gryffindor."
"All right, all right...but professor?"
McGonagall sighed. "Yes, Dominique?"
"I guess I'll wear my cloak at all times...but only if you promise me something."
"What is it, Dominique?"
"Well, first off, call me Nikki."
"All right," McGonagall said, hiding a grin.
"And second, I'll only wear my cloak if you promise that you and all the other professors will never bug me or anybody in every house but Slytherin about their clothes, as long as they're wearing their cloaks. 'Kay?"
"WHAT?" McGonagall practically shouted. "I'll have none of that, young lady. Detention. Yes, another one. And as for your clothes- well, you'll have to take it up with the Headmaster. However, I can assure you that as long as you have your robes on, you should not be punished. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to have a chat with another student."
Nikki walked out of the office, feeling dejected. "Hmm… Headmaster?" she thought slyly.
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or things associated with it. That, my friends, is why life sucks. Oh yeah, this is a spin-off. So don't get any little (or big) ideas into your little (or big) heads. Enjoy! P.s. Nikki is our character, along with the others we happened to invent. SO DON'T SUE!!!!!!!
Harry Potter and the New Girl
"Oh goody we're here!" Nikki clambered out followed by the rest of the gang. "Where's the luggage?"
"It's probably already in the castle. We'd better hurry up, it looks like it's gonna pour!" Hermione glanced worriedly up at the sky.
"Well come on then. Rig your rear into high gear!" Nikki grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him to one of the horseless carriages that awaited them.
"No way am I gonna let you two ride all the way up there alone!" Ron dashed up the steps, following Nikki. Seamus, Dean, and Hermione clambered in and the carriage sped away toward the giant castle.
Once inside they squeezed through the crowd and hurried to the decorated Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table except Nikki, who Harry had to lead (against Ron's protests) to the line of first years that waited to be sorted.
"Is it going to hurt?" Nikki asked as he pushed her in the line.
"No way, all you do is put the hat on and take it off again. Well see you later!" He sauntered back to the others.
Nikki anxiously waited in line, standing out against the little first- years. "Watch it!" someone snapped at her while they waited. She spun around angrily.
"Grrr…" she said, and the eleven year old yelped, scampering for cover behind his friend.
"Erm, Miss?" a tall, young girl with blonde hair and big, blue eyes asked her. "What are you doing here?"
"Good question! I'm new! What are you doing here?"
The lofty girl smiled. "Waiting to get sorted, of course!"
"Well, meeeee, too!" Nikki said, jumping up and down.
"I'm Rini. What's your name?" asked the blonde, giggling.
"Nikki. So, can you tell me about these weird house things?"
"Sure! One of 'em is Slytherin. You don't wanna end up there… not a witch or wizard who went bad wasn't in there!" Rini trembled at the thought of being in Slytherin. "And then there's Hufflepuff. They say the people in there are a bit daft," she commented, lowering her voice. "Ravenclaw is the second best. That's where the smart people go!! And the best is Gryffindor. I hope I'm there! Brave people belong in it. And it's no wonder- Harry Potter is in there!"
"Oh, okay- wait, Harry's in there?" Nikki asked, perking up.
"Oh, yes." Rini smiled. She wondered what had gotten into the older girl's eyes. They were gleaming mischievously.
Suddenly, Nikki shouted out, "Hey! Ullanda! Over here!"
Ullanda hurried over. "What, you getting ready to be sorted, too?" Nikki asked her.
Rini stared at her. "Hi!"
"Oh, hello, little sister!" Ullanda beamed.
"Whoa, you guys know each other?" Nikki asked, clueless.
"Yup!" Rini grinned. "She's my big sister!"
"Cool!" Nikki started to say something else, but the Sorting Hat cut their conversation short.
When it had stopped singing, McGonagall stood up and shouted out the names. Soon, she came to, "Boaramillo, Rini!"
"That's me," Rini gulped. "Wish me luck!"
She jammed on the hat and it quickly shouted out, "GRYFFINDOR!!!"
"Well, I'm next…" Ullanda grimaced. She became a Gryffindor as well. 'Must be a Neville-sort of braveness case,' thought Ron as he watched Ullanda sit next to the boy. 'Gosh, he's got it bad.'
Soon, it became Nikki's turn. She stuck on the hat and thought, "ya know, this hat could color coordinate with anything!"
The hat made a hat-chuckle and, much to her surprise, started talking.
"So, I could go with anything, eh?"
"Oh, yes!" Nikki grinned and giggled.
"Well, well, well… another Parselmouth…" the hat commented in surprise.
"Yup! I find it kinda cool, and rather useful. But everyone thinks it's scary…" Nikki puzzled aloud.
The hat chuckled again. "Hmmm… first one I've seen in years that could make me laugh… of course, the last two were the Weasley twins… hilarious, those two…"
Nikki became alarmed. "Wait, since I can speak Parseltongue, you're not gonna put me in Slytherin, are you?"
"Maybe… where do you want to go?"
"Gryffindor, please!" Nikki promptly replied.
"Ah… I see… yes, you would be good in… GRYFFINDOR!!!"
As the hat announced this, everyone at the Gryffindor table began to yell and cheer. Ron, who had his fingers crossed the whole time, screamed the loudest. Nikki beamed as she pushed Ron out of his seat next to Harry and sat down.
"I just knew I was gonna be with you Harry, sweetie."
"Er, right…" Harry felt his face burn. Sweetie? "So Nikki, what took so long?"
"Oh, I had a conversation with the Hat. Made him laugh, all that good stuff."
"Ah… I see…" Harry replied, staring at her. Laugh? How could a hat laugh?
"Soooo, what do we eat? And when?" Nikki asked impatiently, changing the subject.
"It'll come, just a minute," Harry replied, also changing his focus and watching the last of the first years hurry off to their tables.
"Where? I don't see-"
Suddenly the empty plates filled themselves before the students.
"-it," Nikki finished, eyes wide. "Whoa! Look at all the food!"
"Watchu waitin' for?" Seamus asked, mouth full of food already. "Dig in!"
And so they did.
"Hey, Harry!" Nikki called through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "Where's the pizza?"
"They don't serve that here at Hogwarts!" he yelled back at her.
"And they call themselves a school?" Nikki cried, dropping her fork in shock. "I've seen pigs who even get to eat the crust off Pizza Hut's best! This is a complete outrage! I've never been so-"
She stopped as Professor McGonagall marched over.
"Uh… hi, Auntie Minerva!!!"
"Miss Harply, a word if you please," she said sharply.
"I'm all ears, professor!" Nikki chirped.
"In my office."
"Oh. Uh, right. Just let me finish-"
"NOW!"
"Okay, okay. Don't be such a-" Nikki stopped as Professor McGonagall glared at her. She gulped and grabbed one more piece of steak, swallowing hastily. "I'm coming!"
Nikki glanced uneasily at Harry, who just shrugged.
She patted him on the head. "I'll be right back, Harry honey."
"Watch the language..." muttered Ginny.
"Hey Auntie Miner-," Nikki started.
"Here, I am Professor McGonagall to you, Dominique."
"Right. Okay."
Nikki followed McGonagall out of the Great Hall into her office. She seated herself in the chair in front of the desk.
"Nice place you got here, professor!"
"Sucking up will not get you out of trouble, Dominique."
"Right. So sorry. My mistake."
"First off, what are you wearing?"
Nikki looked down at her clothes. "Why, do you like it, professor? I wore my absolute best for the occasion."
"And it will be your last time as well. Detention, Harply."
"But- but why?" Nikki said in horror.
"At Hogwarts, you wear shirts that do not show your belly button. You will be required to wear your cloak. At ALL TIMES!"
"That's so unfair! How am I supposed to get guys now?!?" Nikki slumped back in her chair and pouted.
"Another thing," McGonagall pursued, ignoring Nikki's attitude, "What bunk shall we put you in?"
Nikki perked up a little. "Bunk?" she asked slyly, an idea forming in her head.
"Yes, you will be sharing a bunk with someone you know," McGonagall flipped through some parchments. "Ah yes, of course! We'll put you in with Miss Granger."
"WHAT!"
"Problem, Miss Harply?" McGonagall asked, amused.
"Yes! BIG problem! I had someone else in mind!"
"Really. I am quite interested, who?"
"Oh I don't know, Lavender, Ginny, Parvathi, HARRY???"
"Don't be ridiculous. Imagine, letting a girl bunk with a boy. Especially 16-year-olds!"
"Why not? We used to do it all the time in America!"
McGonagall put her hand to her heart. "Gracious! No wonder she wanted you transferred!"
Nikki disappointingly said, "You sure I can't bunk with Harry?"
"Absolutely not."
Nikki pouted. "Party pooper."
"Five points from Gryffindor."
"All right, all right...but professor?"
McGonagall sighed. "Yes, Dominique?"
"I guess I'll wear my cloak at all times...but only if you promise me something."
"What is it, Dominique?"
"Well, first off, call me Nikki."
"All right," McGonagall said, hiding a grin.
"And second, I'll only wear my cloak if you promise that you and all the other professors will never bug me or anybody in every house but Slytherin about their clothes, as long as they're wearing their cloaks. 'Kay?"
"WHAT?" McGonagall practically shouted. "I'll have none of that, young lady. Detention. Yes, another one. And as for your clothes- well, you'll have to take it up with the Headmaster. However, I can assure you that as long as you have your robes on, you should not be punished. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to have a chat with another student."
Nikki walked out of the office, feeling dejected. "Hmm… Headmaster?" she thought slyly.