Hey! It's me again! Short and sweet note this time.
Poppincorn- Well, they aren't sorted into houses yet, so they're just
sleeping there for the time being. And you'll just have to wait and see. ;)
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee- Yeah, Ron's a stupid head, as Nani from Lilo and Stitch
would say.
RitzBitz- Do you live in the Burnaby area? O.o
Kagome19- Ooh, forgot about the other houses... :P let's just say... they went
on a diff train. And you'll figure out why the Mirror of Erised is on the
train, be patient!
Dance-flirt- Heh another goofer-offer... or something like that. You think it
got better? I think it got a bit more serious, which in my books, equals
BAAAAD. I'll add some humour in there...
Colonel S.S Parker- Yes, sah!
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize is not mine, everything you don't is.
Chapter 4
Harry sat in the compartment of the train. It was the day that the students boarded the train to go to another year of Hogwarts. He was sitting with Ginny, Luna, and Neville, almost exactly like last year, when Ron and Hermione had to patrol the train, due to prefect duties. Ginny was writing in a diary (who she kept whacking Harry with when he tried to read what she was writing), Luna was reading the Quibbler diagonally, Neville was reading a book on magical plants, and Harry was eating a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans while trying to read what Ginny was writing.
"Harry! This is PRIVATE, for Merlin's sake!" Ginny exclaimed shrilly while beating him round the head for the fifth time in the last minute.
"Well, if it's so private, then why are you writing in it now?" Harry asked, rubbing his forehead where Ginny had banged the corner of the diary.
"Because I have bloody nothing else to do! Why are you so curious to see what's in here?"
"Blackmail," Harry said simply. He pretended like he was holding a book and read aloud from it in an uncanny imitation of Ginny. "Dear Diary, Neville is so cute! I just want to snog him senseless."
"What?!" Neville said, alarmed, as he looked up from his book. Harry burst out laughing at the expression of alarm and confusion on Neville's face, and the one of embarrassment and rage on Ginny's.
"Harry James Potter, you are going to DIE," Ginny said in a deadly voice, her hazel eyes narrowed to slits.
"Oh, you're just mad 'cause he knows now," Harry said offhandedly, grinning. "And how do you know my middle name?"
"Please, I had a crush on you in first year, how could I not find out these things?" Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, so what's Neville's middle name?" Harry asked, trying to make his voice and face innocent as possible.
"That's it, you're goin' DOWN!" Ginny roared, and jumped on him. She started tickling him and he was choking with laughter, face turning red.
"Please... HAHAHAH.... Get off! NOOO!" Harry shrieked in between laughs.
Ginny got off of him, grinning triumphantly. Harry got up and sat in his seat, and Ginny sat down next to him and continued to write.
"So, what other little known facts do you know about me?" Harry said, popping another bean in his mouth and grimacing, as he tasted tar.
"Your mom's maiden name is Evans, you had a huge crush on Cho Chang, Dobby brought you the Gillyweed that helped you in the fourth task, and the prophecy said that you have to kill You-Know-Who or he has to kill you," Ginny replied in a bored voice.
"Wow. Wait, didn't you say that you only had a crush on me in first year?" Harry said suspiciously
Ginny's ears turned red. "Er- I gotta go to the washroom and get changed, cya!"
Once Ginny was out of the room, Neville turned to Harry. "Does Ginny really have a crush on me?" Harry burst out laughing.
20 minutes later, they arrived at Hogwarts. Harry sat next to Seamus and Dean, who were protecting Harry from the Creevey brothers, who had recently figured out how to smuggle a video camera into Hogwarts without the camera going haywire. Sitting across from them were Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender, who were discussing the latest gossip about the Weird Sisters. Suddenly, Dumbledore stood up and the hall fell silent.
"I would like to welcome you all to another school year. As you may have noticed, eight of our students, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasely, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ernest MacMillan, Hannah Abbot, Terrence Boot, and Padma Patil are not here this evening. They are in an exchange program, and in their place, we have eight new students from different countries. They will become sorted before the new first years," said Dumbledore, and as he finished speaking, eight sixteen-year olds walked in. McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on the stool as always, and it started to sing.
"Hello Hogwarts students, young and old
There are four houses, or so I'm told There's Gryffindor, the house of red Where bold and braveness are usually bred There's Hufflepuff, the house of gold Home to people who will not fold There's Ravenclaw, house of blue Here live people who have a clue There's Slytherin, house of green They're ambitious, that's easily seen Which will it be, where will you go I'll tell you, you'll soon know So slip me on, don't be shy, I don't bite I'll give you a place to sleep tonight!
The hall had scattered applause for the hat's song. McGonagall started to call out the new exchange students' names.
"Kenji, Amelia!" A small Japanese girl with a long braid walked forward, and put the hat on her head. "Hufflepuff!" The yellow table erupted into cheers and Amelia smiled nervously and ran forward to join them.
"Shian, Leo!" A tall, gawky Japanese boy stumbled forward, and tripped over a crack, knocking over the hat and the stool. After a squawk of "Hey!" from the Sorting Hat, he picked the stool and hat up, a light tinge of pink in his cheeks. He barely put the hat on when the hat shrieked "Ravenclaw!" He got up quickly and ran over to the clapping blue table.
"Symone, Whitney!" An athletic black girl strode forward, radiating confidence. She put the hat on her head and after a moments pause... "Slytherin!" She smiled elegantly and glided over to the whooping green table.
"Brown, Tyler!" A scrawny black boy scuttled forward and put the hat on his head cautiously, as if afraid it might bite him. "Hufflepuff!" He looked relieved to be out of the spotlight and went to go join his new house.
"Aires, Lisa!" A tan girl with long hazel hair walked forward, watching her steps carefully. She put the hat on her head and looked out at the hall. "Slytherin!" She smiled and went to the table.
"Silva, Paul!" A very dark skinned boy with shoulder length red-streaked hair walked forward with a large smile on his face, waving at students he didn't know as he walked by. He tripped over the crack, just as Leo did, but he caught himself and laughed. He put the hat on his head and almost immediately it yelled "Gryffindor!"
The table that Harry was sitting at erupted into cheers. "Finally, a Gryffindor!" Seamus yelled, grinning.
"Yea, and he looks like a cool guy, too!" Dean said, watching Paul come towards their table.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" He asked Dean and Harry when he got there, smiling.
"Go ahead!" They said in unison. They shuffled over on the bench to make way for Paul, and looked up at the Sorting Hat as the cheers died down.
"Smith, Stella!" A stunning, in Harry's opinion, tall girl with shoulder- length brown hair that had natural golden highlights bounced up to the Sorting Hat. She actually BOUNCED. Her step had a spring in it that made her hair fly up gently. She put the hat on her head and the hat called out after a few moments, "Ravenclaw!" She beamed, obviously knowing what Ravenclaw was known for. Stella ran over to the table and sat down beside Cho Chang.
"Shit, man!" Seamus breathed as she sat down. "Hot." Harry laughed nervously, thinking along the same lines.
"Spencer, Davis!" A black boy with a small Afro walked up to the stool coolly. He put the hat on his head, and almost immediately, it called out "Gryffindor!" The table around him erupted into cheers once again as Davis came sauntering over to the table. He sat down beside the Creevey brothers, who began bombarding him with questions immediately.
Dumbledore stood up once again. "Welcome, new students. Now that we have sorted you older students, let's start with the first years!" He said as his eyes twinkled, looking at every new student in turn.
Harry gazed at Stella over at the Ravenclaw table. Stella was looking around the Great Hall in interest, her eyes resting for a long time on the enchanted ceiling. She seemed like there was nothing else in the world she needed, the stars reflecting in her sky blue eyes. He was staring at her, enthralled and enchanted by her beauty. The corner of her mouth twitched into a slight frown. She looked straight ahead at Harry, a look of mock confusion on her face. Harry flushed. She knew he was staring at her. She winked at him and grinned.
Harry looked around, unable to keep eye contact with the beautiful girl. He noticed that there were about a dozen first years sitting at the table now, and Dumbledore was getting up to make a speech.
"Welcome, students new and old, to another year at Hogwarts. I know you are all anxious to eat, but I have a few announcements to make. First off, we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, please welcome Professor Moscovitz!" A young woman with bushy mousy brown hair waved and smiled (AN: For you Princess Diaries fans, this is Mia after she gets married to Micheal. Yeah, I'm sad). "This year, once again, there will be a Yule Ball. This will be just after our own students arrive back. I would also like to remind all students that the Forbidden Forest is, of course, forbidden. Now, you may begin this wonderful feast!" Food appeared suddenly on the golden plates and chatter broke out as people began to eat.
"Well, I'm a pureblood. My family isn't all rich like most pureblood ones, though," Paul said to the people around him, and Harry glanced at Ginny, who was excitedly telling Paul that she was, too.
"I'm muggleborn. Or at least I think so, my mom didn't seem very surprised when I got the letter. Do you guys have any Quidditch teams you can play on?" Davis asked the Colin Creevey.
"Oh, yes! There's one for each house and you can try out in a couple of weeks, I'm sure, since all of the Chasers for ours along with the beaters are gone. Oh wait; Ron's gone too, isn't he? Well, I guess all of them are empty except for Seeker. Harry plays that position, he's bloody good too, he got on the team in first year, and he's the first one to in a century because usually you are able to try out in second year and he's only lost one game but that's because the Dementors came and it was really windy anyway, that game he lost his Nimbus 2000. But then he got a Firebolt from someone for Christmas! I'll tell you about it, it's really interesting..." Colin babbled on while Davis looked shocked that someone so small could go on and on like that (AN: I've always imagined that Colin would talk the ears off someone if he had the chance...).
"So, according to him, you're Seeker?" Paul asked Harry, pointing over his shoulder at Colin, who was going off in a tangent about Hermione.
"Yep. Only player on the team right now, so Captain too, I guess," Harry said, sighing. "Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Fred, and George all graduated this year, and Ron's off in Canada."
"I'll try out, even if it is for only one term. I'm pretty good at beater," Paul said cheerfully, chewing on a piece of steak.
"Oh cool! Good luck, we could use a decent beater!" Harry exclaimed. The rest of dinner carried on like this, talking with Davis and Paul.
Later that night, Harry lay in his four-poster bed, staring contentedly up at the ceiling. Life without Ron and Hermione's bickering was good.
AN: Sooo! What'ja think? I think I'm either very lazy, Jenn won't get off this computer, or I have writer's block. Before you even ask, a few of the new exchange students were based (extremely loosely) on real-life people. Davis was based on a guy in my class (whom, I might add, is hot) and Stella was based on... ehe... sooooomeone. ;) Won't say nothing if you don't say please!
In the next chapter: STUFF!!!
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize is not mine, everything you don't is.
Chapter 4
Harry sat in the compartment of the train. It was the day that the students boarded the train to go to another year of Hogwarts. He was sitting with Ginny, Luna, and Neville, almost exactly like last year, when Ron and Hermione had to patrol the train, due to prefect duties. Ginny was writing in a diary (who she kept whacking Harry with when he tried to read what she was writing), Luna was reading the Quibbler diagonally, Neville was reading a book on magical plants, and Harry was eating a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans while trying to read what Ginny was writing.
"Harry! This is PRIVATE, for Merlin's sake!" Ginny exclaimed shrilly while beating him round the head for the fifth time in the last minute.
"Well, if it's so private, then why are you writing in it now?" Harry asked, rubbing his forehead where Ginny had banged the corner of the diary.
"Because I have bloody nothing else to do! Why are you so curious to see what's in here?"
"Blackmail," Harry said simply. He pretended like he was holding a book and read aloud from it in an uncanny imitation of Ginny. "Dear Diary, Neville is so cute! I just want to snog him senseless."
"What?!" Neville said, alarmed, as he looked up from his book. Harry burst out laughing at the expression of alarm and confusion on Neville's face, and the one of embarrassment and rage on Ginny's.
"Harry James Potter, you are going to DIE," Ginny said in a deadly voice, her hazel eyes narrowed to slits.
"Oh, you're just mad 'cause he knows now," Harry said offhandedly, grinning. "And how do you know my middle name?"
"Please, I had a crush on you in first year, how could I not find out these things?" Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, so what's Neville's middle name?" Harry asked, trying to make his voice and face innocent as possible.
"That's it, you're goin' DOWN!" Ginny roared, and jumped on him. She started tickling him and he was choking with laughter, face turning red.
"Please... HAHAHAH.... Get off! NOOO!" Harry shrieked in between laughs.
Ginny got off of him, grinning triumphantly. Harry got up and sat in his seat, and Ginny sat down next to him and continued to write.
"So, what other little known facts do you know about me?" Harry said, popping another bean in his mouth and grimacing, as he tasted tar.
"Your mom's maiden name is Evans, you had a huge crush on Cho Chang, Dobby brought you the Gillyweed that helped you in the fourth task, and the prophecy said that you have to kill You-Know-Who or he has to kill you," Ginny replied in a bored voice.
"Wow. Wait, didn't you say that you only had a crush on me in first year?" Harry said suspiciously
Ginny's ears turned red. "Er- I gotta go to the washroom and get changed, cya!"
Once Ginny was out of the room, Neville turned to Harry. "Does Ginny really have a crush on me?" Harry burst out laughing.
20 minutes later, they arrived at Hogwarts. Harry sat next to Seamus and Dean, who were protecting Harry from the Creevey brothers, who had recently figured out how to smuggle a video camera into Hogwarts without the camera going haywire. Sitting across from them were Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender, who were discussing the latest gossip about the Weird Sisters. Suddenly, Dumbledore stood up and the hall fell silent.
"I would like to welcome you all to another school year. As you may have noticed, eight of our students, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasely, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ernest MacMillan, Hannah Abbot, Terrence Boot, and Padma Patil are not here this evening. They are in an exchange program, and in their place, we have eight new students from different countries. They will become sorted before the new first years," said Dumbledore, and as he finished speaking, eight sixteen-year olds walked in. McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on the stool as always, and it started to sing.
"Hello Hogwarts students, young and old
There are four houses, or so I'm told There's Gryffindor, the house of red Where bold and braveness are usually bred There's Hufflepuff, the house of gold Home to people who will not fold There's Ravenclaw, house of blue Here live people who have a clue There's Slytherin, house of green They're ambitious, that's easily seen Which will it be, where will you go I'll tell you, you'll soon know So slip me on, don't be shy, I don't bite I'll give you a place to sleep tonight!
The hall had scattered applause for the hat's song. McGonagall started to call out the new exchange students' names.
"Kenji, Amelia!" A small Japanese girl with a long braid walked forward, and put the hat on her head. "Hufflepuff!" The yellow table erupted into cheers and Amelia smiled nervously and ran forward to join them.
"Shian, Leo!" A tall, gawky Japanese boy stumbled forward, and tripped over a crack, knocking over the hat and the stool. After a squawk of "Hey!" from the Sorting Hat, he picked the stool and hat up, a light tinge of pink in his cheeks. He barely put the hat on when the hat shrieked "Ravenclaw!" He got up quickly and ran over to the clapping blue table.
"Symone, Whitney!" An athletic black girl strode forward, radiating confidence. She put the hat on her head and after a moments pause... "Slytherin!" She smiled elegantly and glided over to the whooping green table.
"Brown, Tyler!" A scrawny black boy scuttled forward and put the hat on his head cautiously, as if afraid it might bite him. "Hufflepuff!" He looked relieved to be out of the spotlight and went to go join his new house.
"Aires, Lisa!" A tan girl with long hazel hair walked forward, watching her steps carefully. She put the hat on her head and looked out at the hall. "Slytherin!" She smiled and went to the table.
"Silva, Paul!" A very dark skinned boy with shoulder length red-streaked hair walked forward with a large smile on his face, waving at students he didn't know as he walked by. He tripped over the crack, just as Leo did, but he caught himself and laughed. He put the hat on his head and almost immediately it yelled "Gryffindor!"
The table that Harry was sitting at erupted into cheers. "Finally, a Gryffindor!" Seamus yelled, grinning.
"Yea, and he looks like a cool guy, too!" Dean said, watching Paul come towards their table.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" He asked Dean and Harry when he got there, smiling.
"Go ahead!" They said in unison. They shuffled over on the bench to make way for Paul, and looked up at the Sorting Hat as the cheers died down.
"Smith, Stella!" A stunning, in Harry's opinion, tall girl with shoulder- length brown hair that had natural golden highlights bounced up to the Sorting Hat. She actually BOUNCED. Her step had a spring in it that made her hair fly up gently. She put the hat on her head and the hat called out after a few moments, "Ravenclaw!" She beamed, obviously knowing what Ravenclaw was known for. Stella ran over to the table and sat down beside Cho Chang.
"Shit, man!" Seamus breathed as she sat down. "Hot." Harry laughed nervously, thinking along the same lines.
"Spencer, Davis!" A black boy with a small Afro walked up to the stool coolly. He put the hat on his head, and almost immediately, it called out "Gryffindor!" The table around him erupted into cheers once again as Davis came sauntering over to the table. He sat down beside the Creevey brothers, who began bombarding him with questions immediately.
Dumbledore stood up once again. "Welcome, new students. Now that we have sorted you older students, let's start with the first years!" He said as his eyes twinkled, looking at every new student in turn.
Harry gazed at Stella over at the Ravenclaw table. Stella was looking around the Great Hall in interest, her eyes resting for a long time on the enchanted ceiling. She seemed like there was nothing else in the world she needed, the stars reflecting in her sky blue eyes. He was staring at her, enthralled and enchanted by her beauty. The corner of her mouth twitched into a slight frown. She looked straight ahead at Harry, a look of mock confusion on her face. Harry flushed. She knew he was staring at her. She winked at him and grinned.
Harry looked around, unable to keep eye contact with the beautiful girl. He noticed that there were about a dozen first years sitting at the table now, and Dumbledore was getting up to make a speech.
"Welcome, students new and old, to another year at Hogwarts. I know you are all anxious to eat, but I have a few announcements to make. First off, we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, please welcome Professor Moscovitz!" A young woman with bushy mousy brown hair waved and smiled (AN: For you Princess Diaries fans, this is Mia after she gets married to Micheal. Yeah, I'm sad). "This year, once again, there will be a Yule Ball. This will be just after our own students arrive back. I would also like to remind all students that the Forbidden Forest is, of course, forbidden. Now, you may begin this wonderful feast!" Food appeared suddenly on the golden plates and chatter broke out as people began to eat.
"Well, I'm a pureblood. My family isn't all rich like most pureblood ones, though," Paul said to the people around him, and Harry glanced at Ginny, who was excitedly telling Paul that she was, too.
"I'm muggleborn. Or at least I think so, my mom didn't seem very surprised when I got the letter. Do you guys have any Quidditch teams you can play on?" Davis asked the Colin Creevey.
"Oh, yes! There's one for each house and you can try out in a couple of weeks, I'm sure, since all of the Chasers for ours along with the beaters are gone. Oh wait; Ron's gone too, isn't he? Well, I guess all of them are empty except for Seeker. Harry plays that position, he's bloody good too, he got on the team in first year, and he's the first one to in a century because usually you are able to try out in second year and he's only lost one game but that's because the Dementors came and it was really windy anyway, that game he lost his Nimbus 2000. But then he got a Firebolt from someone for Christmas! I'll tell you about it, it's really interesting..." Colin babbled on while Davis looked shocked that someone so small could go on and on like that (AN: I've always imagined that Colin would talk the ears off someone if he had the chance...).
"So, according to him, you're Seeker?" Paul asked Harry, pointing over his shoulder at Colin, who was going off in a tangent about Hermione.
"Yep. Only player on the team right now, so Captain too, I guess," Harry said, sighing. "Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Fred, and George all graduated this year, and Ron's off in Canada."
"I'll try out, even if it is for only one term. I'm pretty good at beater," Paul said cheerfully, chewing on a piece of steak.
"Oh cool! Good luck, we could use a decent beater!" Harry exclaimed. The rest of dinner carried on like this, talking with Davis and Paul.
Later that night, Harry lay in his four-poster bed, staring contentedly up at the ceiling. Life without Ron and Hermione's bickering was good.
AN: Sooo! What'ja think? I think I'm either very lazy, Jenn won't get off this computer, or I have writer's block. Before you even ask, a few of the new exchange students were based (extremely loosely) on real-life people. Davis was based on a guy in my class (whom, I might add, is hot) and Stella was based on... ehe... sooooomeone. ;) Won't say nothing if you don't say please!
In the next chapter: STUFF!!!