A/N: Okay, I'd like to introduce to you... MY NEW STORY! Yeah, I know,
probably not that great, but anyway, this is my fic and I can do what I
want! Muahahahaha...
Summary: Well, it's AU alright. Voldemort died when he still was a kiddo and couldn't do anything wrong (well, except for that Chamber of Secrets, but that's beside the point), so as a result the Potters are one happy family (with even more siblings, but you'll have to wait for more details) and all the other families are just fine. But there's another danger lurking around the corner... And what does this strange girl have to do with it?
Disclaimer: I own only Elisabeth Cooreman (doesn't that name sound familiar?), Roland Lockhart (I know, can't believe I actually included him in my disclaimer!) and all the other characters that are new. All HP related belongs to Rowling, and all the demon stuff (well, the idea anyway) belongs to Huntington.
Now, on with the story!
Harry Potter looked into the Great Hall, deliberately waiting to enter it. It was the 23rd of November, and everyone was happily eating and talking about another day that they had survived. Harry gathered his courage and stepped in, knowing that it wouldn't matter anyway.
He sat down next to Ron Weasley, his best friend, and Hermione Granger, his formal best friend. Formal, as since the beginning of this school year, she had been acting strangely. Suddenly she despised the Slytherins, while before she'd been friendly. He couldn't talk to Ron about it, as Ron was... well, he was in love. With Hermione that is.
Harry sighed, and listened to the discussion between Ron and Hermione.
"Hermione, love, those Slyths really aren't that bad! Okay, so they aren't the best company ever, but they are at least decent! Unlike some other persons we know. "
"Are you implying something Ronald Weasley? There is absolutely nothing wrong with my friends, thank you very much! And those Slyths, as you call them, are way below my level, and I will not disgrace myself by talking to them nor by acknowledging them. And that is the end of this discussion!"
It always ended with Hermione having the last word. Ron just didn't have the courage to stand up against her, and slumped back. Harry fumed. Really, those Slytherins were fine! They weren't perfect, but at least they didn't brag about their points as Hermione did, nor did they brag about their Powers (if they had them, that is) as-
"And then, I swung my sword at those filthy demons and they ran away. It was quite easy, after all, I AM a Nightwing. Have I ever told you about the time that I fought against 200 of those brats? No? Well, I stood there, and- "
Roland Lockhart, Huffelpuff and Nightwing. He was one of the few (and only resident at Hogwarts) that could fight the demons that were invading the Wizarding world. It stung Harry that their safety depended of Lockhart, who was always going on about his deeds, and who had his own fan club of swooning girls. Really, the guy wasn't that special. He barely had made their 5th year, so what were those girls thinking? Harry shook his head, and glanced at the Head table, where his parents were seated. He locked eyes with his mother, who smiled at him, and looked around in the Great Hall, searching for his siblings.
There, at the Ravenclaw table, was his eldest sibling seated, the most intelligent one of them all and the most admired girl of the school, better known as Ashka Potter. She was one year older than him, and was in all ways possible his big sister. Except for the height. It was her biggest frustration that he was bigger than her, and he always teased her with it. But that little fact aside, they loved each other dearly.
Next to her, the youngest of them all was seated. Laetca Potter was one of the cutest girls in the second year, and didn't she know it. Her grades were fine, but Harry secretly thought that if she wouldn't prank as much as she did now and if she focused on her homework, she might be able to have the best points of her year. Of course, he wasn't about to tell her that. And then his gaze swept to the last table in the Great Hall.
There sat his youngest brother, Nicolas Potter, amidst his friends. It had been a shock the first time Harry had heard the Sorting Hat, but he had accepted the fact that his little brother was a 3rd year Slyhterin. Their father had paled a bit when he saw Nicolas at the Slytherin table, but had accepted it as well when he realized Nicolas was still as kind as he had been before. Of course, there was the influence of the Slyths, namely the cunningness that had developed itself even more, but that had been it. And the moment Nicolas had been Sorted into Slytherin, Harry's eyes had been opened and he had noticed that, unlike popular belief, the Slyths weren't that bad.
He was about to start eating and discussing Quidditch with Ron, when the doors of the Great Hall flew open and a black-cloaked (dunno if it's a word, but you get what I mean) person strode in. There wasn't so much as a whisper when he strode forward to the Head table and handed a letter to Dumbledore, who read it and summoned a chair for the newcomer to sit on. The Cloak (as he would be called for the rest of the time until they heard his name) graciously sat down, but refused to put down his cap. Instead, he whistled and a black raven flew towards him, nestling itself on his shoulder and not moving anymore until the end of the diner.
Dumbledore noticed the stares, and stood.
"Continue eating children, there is nothing to see."
Of course, that wasn't the answer to the silently asked question everyone was asking himself: who was that and what was he doing here at Hogwarts?
Harry turned to Ron and asked the first question that popped in his head:
"Who is that? Isn't he mannered enough to introduce himself?"
"Oh I don't know Harry, but when you're talking about mannered people, surely you can't include that Slytherin fool of a brother of yours?"
Hermione had answered, and Harry got angry. Very angry.
"Can't you just shut up Hermione? I don't know what happened to you, but goddammit my brother is a person that is by far more mannered than you'll ever be! As are all the other Slytherins! Give it a rest, and let me talk to Ron."
Hermione harrumphed, and turned to her other neighbor, Ginny, who looked pained at having to speak to Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes and looked at Ron, who was clearly relieved not to have to talk to Hermione anymore.
"Sorry mate, but I couldn't handle it anymore. She's changed so much over the past summer, that I don't recognize her anymore, you know? And all that talk about my brother..."
"I understand Harry, I mean, I know Nicolas and he isn't a bastard, nor are all the other Slyths. I don't know where she got the idea that Slyths are scum. Sure, they're bigheaded, but that's about the only difference between them and us."
"Don't agree, 'coz then Lockhart should be a Slyth as well, and as far as I know he's still a Huff."
"And a dumbass with that. God, I don't know how he passed last year! And now he's going on about how wonderful he's going to handle the OWL's. I think he's going to be happy if he receives just one OWL (I don't understand the system of the OWL's, so forgive me okay?)!"
"Yeah. But back to my original question: who do you reckon that cloaked guy is (are you also extremely pissed that they automatically think that it's a guy? Coz I am!)?"
"Dunno, I guess we'll find out sooner or later. So, who's going to win: Huffelpuff or Ravenclaw?"
And so everything went to its normal way on that 23rd of November.
A/N: Okay, I hoped you liked it. As I said before, this is my first AU and I've got no idea if I went too fast or too slow or anything. RR and I'll be able to change it, kay? Thankxxxx for reading and CU next chapter!
Camillekiss
Summary: Well, it's AU alright. Voldemort died when he still was a kiddo and couldn't do anything wrong (well, except for that Chamber of Secrets, but that's beside the point), so as a result the Potters are one happy family (with even more siblings, but you'll have to wait for more details) and all the other families are just fine. But there's another danger lurking around the corner... And what does this strange girl have to do with it?
Disclaimer: I own only Elisabeth Cooreman (doesn't that name sound familiar?), Roland Lockhart (I know, can't believe I actually included him in my disclaimer!) and all the other characters that are new. All HP related belongs to Rowling, and all the demon stuff (well, the idea anyway) belongs to Huntington.
Now, on with the story!
Harry Potter looked into the Great Hall, deliberately waiting to enter it. It was the 23rd of November, and everyone was happily eating and talking about another day that they had survived. Harry gathered his courage and stepped in, knowing that it wouldn't matter anyway.
He sat down next to Ron Weasley, his best friend, and Hermione Granger, his formal best friend. Formal, as since the beginning of this school year, she had been acting strangely. Suddenly she despised the Slytherins, while before she'd been friendly. He couldn't talk to Ron about it, as Ron was... well, he was in love. With Hermione that is.
Harry sighed, and listened to the discussion between Ron and Hermione.
"Hermione, love, those Slyths really aren't that bad! Okay, so they aren't the best company ever, but they are at least decent! Unlike some other persons we know. "
"Are you implying something Ronald Weasley? There is absolutely nothing wrong with my friends, thank you very much! And those Slyths, as you call them, are way below my level, and I will not disgrace myself by talking to them nor by acknowledging them. And that is the end of this discussion!"
It always ended with Hermione having the last word. Ron just didn't have the courage to stand up against her, and slumped back. Harry fumed. Really, those Slytherins were fine! They weren't perfect, but at least they didn't brag about their points as Hermione did, nor did they brag about their Powers (if they had them, that is) as-
"And then, I swung my sword at those filthy demons and they ran away. It was quite easy, after all, I AM a Nightwing. Have I ever told you about the time that I fought against 200 of those brats? No? Well, I stood there, and- "
Roland Lockhart, Huffelpuff and Nightwing. He was one of the few (and only resident at Hogwarts) that could fight the demons that were invading the Wizarding world. It stung Harry that their safety depended of Lockhart, who was always going on about his deeds, and who had his own fan club of swooning girls. Really, the guy wasn't that special. He barely had made their 5th year, so what were those girls thinking? Harry shook his head, and glanced at the Head table, where his parents were seated. He locked eyes with his mother, who smiled at him, and looked around in the Great Hall, searching for his siblings.
There, at the Ravenclaw table, was his eldest sibling seated, the most intelligent one of them all and the most admired girl of the school, better known as Ashka Potter. She was one year older than him, and was in all ways possible his big sister. Except for the height. It was her biggest frustration that he was bigger than her, and he always teased her with it. But that little fact aside, they loved each other dearly.
Next to her, the youngest of them all was seated. Laetca Potter was one of the cutest girls in the second year, and didn't she know it. Her grades were fine, but Harry secretly thought that if she wouldn't prank as much as she did now and if she focused on her homework, she might be able to have the best points of her year. Of course, he wasn't about to tell her that. And then his gaze swept to the last table in the Great Hall.
There sat his youngest brother, Nicolas Potter, amidst his friends. It had been a shock the first time Harry had heard the Sorting Hat, but he had accepted the fact that his little brother was a 3rd year Slyhterin. Their father had paled a bit when he saw Nicolas at the Slytherin table, but had accepted it as well when he realized Nicolas was still as kind as he had been before. Of course, there was the influence of the Slyths, namely the cunningness that had developed itself even more, but that had been it. And the moment Nicolas had been Sorted into Slytherin, Harry's eyes had been opened and he had noticed that, unlike popular belief, the Slyths weren't that bad.
He was about to start eating and discussing Quidditch with Ron, when the doors of the Great Hall flew open and a black-cloaked (dunno if it's a word, but you get what I mean) person strode in. There wasn't so much as a whisper when he strode forward to the Head table and handed a letter to Dumbledore, who read it and summoned a chair for the newcomer to sit on. The Cloak (as he would be called for the rest of the time until they heard his name) graciously sat down, but refused to put down his cap. Instead, he whistled and a black raven flew towards him, nestling itself on his shoulder and not moving anymore until the end of the diner.
Dumbledore noticed the stares, and stood.
"Continue eating children, there is nothing to see."
Of course, that wasn't the answer to the silently asked question everyone was asking himself: who was that and what was he doing here at Hogwarts?
Harry turned to Ron and asked the first question that popped in his head:
"Who is that? Isn't he mannered enough to introduce himself?"
"Oh I don't know Harry, but when you're talking about mannered people, surely you can't include that Slytherin fool of a brother of yours?"
Hermione had answered, and Harry got angry. Very angry.
"Can't you just shut up Hermione? I don't know what happened to you, but goddammit my brother is a person that is by far more mannered than you'll ever be! As are all the other Slytherins! Give it a rest, and let me talk to Ron."
Hermione harrumphed, and turned to her other neighbor, Ginny, who looked pained at having to speak to Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes and looked at Ron, who was clearly relieved not to have to talk to Hermione anymore.
"Sorry mate, but I couldn't handle it anymore. She's changed so much over the past summer, that I don't recognize her anymore, you know? And all that talk about my brother..."
"I understand Harry, I mean, I know Nicolas and he isn't a bastard, nor are all the other Slyths. I don't know where she got the idea that Slyths are scum. Sure, they're bigheaded, but that's about the only difference between them and us."
"Don't agree, 'coz then Lockhart should be a Slyth as well, and as far as I know he's still a Huff."
"And a dumbass with that. God, I don't know how he passed last year! And now he's going on about how wonderful he's going to handle the OWL's. I think he's going to be happy if he receives just one OWL (I don't understand the system of the OWL's, so forgive me okay?)!"
"Yeah. But back to my original question: who do you reckon that cloaked guy is (are you also extremely pissed that they automatically think that it's a guy? Coz I am!)?"
"Dunno, I guess we'll find out sooner or later. So, who's going to win: Huffelpuff or Ravenclaw?"
And so everything went to its normal way on that 23rd of November.
A/N: Okay, I hoped you liked it. As I said before, this is my first AU and I've got no idea if I went too fast or too slow or anything. RR and I'll be able to change it, kay? Thankxxxx for reading and CU next chapter!
Camillekiss