Is he there?
A Harry Potter fan fiction by
Kaidi MacKay
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places that have been mentioned in this fan fiction that relate to the published works of J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. No copyright infringements are deliberate. All original characters and places mentioned in the Harry Potter series including Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Quidditch Through the Ages are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. The only character in this fanfiction that is an original of the author is Hope Harry Weasley. This character is an original creation of the author Kaidi MacKay. Other characters that you've never heard of before probably are most likely a creation of the fiction author.
Chapter seven: Where They Belong
"Allen, Charlie" Professor McGonagall read out. A dark haired boy walked quickly over to the Sorting Hat and placed it on his head. "RAVENCLAW" the hat called out.
"Barrington, Rebecca." "SLYTHERIN"
"Chang, Mulan." "RAVENCLAW" Hope watched a tall girl walk to the Ravenclaw table. She looked familiar and she wondered if she had ever met Mulan Chang before. Hope looked at the students seated along Gryffindor table as "Charles, Steven" took his seat. Cameron and Emma sat between two of their friends, Hope waved to them. Cameron waved back and Emma poked out her tongue playfully. Hope took a deep breath, trying not to be nervous. She knew really in her heart that she was going to be placed in Gryffindor, but her mother had mentioned to her once that she had almost been placed in Ravenclaw.
As "Thomas, Franklin" took his seat at the Hufflepuff table Hope looked around for anyone else she knew. There were a few people she thought she might have seen at parties. A sandy haired girl at the Hufflepuff table caught her eye and a dark hair boy at the Slytherin table.
"Weasley, Hope." Hope jumped to attention and walked quickly forward to sit under the Sorting Hat. It fell over her eyes and everything went black.
She heard someone speaking, "Weasley? Which child are you from?" "Ronald Weasley," Hope thought to herself proudly. "I thought as much. You seem quite clever though, and cunning. You are a hard one to place. Slytherin? Gryffindor?" "I'm a Weasley, I have to be in Gryffindor," Hope thought desperately. "You could do well in Slytherin though, you are just like Mr Potter. A hard one to place indeed." "Please Gryffindor, please Gryffindor." Hope begged the Sorting Hat. "Very well," the Sorting Hat. "GRYFFINDOR!" Hope sighed with relief and joined her cousins at the Gryffindor table. Hope was puzzled though, why would the sorting hat want to put her in Slytherin? 'I should ask Mother,' she thought, but immediately put it out of her head. Hermione would become worried and tell Ron, Ron would become suspious and ashamed. Hope watched as "Yang, Arthur," took his seat at the Ravenclaw table.
Professor Dumbledore stood up. "I have some notices to be given out before the we begin our feast. First years please remember that the forest is strictly forbidden. A few older students would do well to remember that as well," Hope swore she saw Professor Dumbledore look at Cameron and Emma before continuing, "Trials for the Quidditch teams will begin in week four, and Mr Filch has asked me to remind you once again that magic in the corridors between classes in forbidden. Also there has been a large amount of items that are now prohibited from use in the corridors, please see the list in Mr. Flich's office for further classification. Now that we have that out of the way, let us eat." As Professor Dumbledore finished speaking the empty plates in front of the students filled with food.
As Hope helped herself to roast potatoes she listened to the conversations going on around her. "Weasley?" a boy with blond hair asked, "Not Ronald Weasley's daughter?" "Um, yes, I'm afraid so." Hope said shyly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Martin Camm." Martin held out his hand, Hope shook it. "Nice to meet you too Martin," Hope smiled. "So, your mother is Hermione Granger then?" Martin asked. "Yes," Hope answered, "What about you, are you Muggle born or Pure blood or what?" Hope asked changing the subject. Martin seemed very happy to talk to Hope about his family, "Pure blood." He said. "My Dad went to Hogwarts, a few years above your parents I'd say, he married a girl from Beauxbatons and well... yeah." Martin took a bite of meatloaf. "He followed all the stories through the second war, he worked for the Daily Prophet back then, Senior Editor. But he quit after they wanted him the write about what a mad guy Potter was. My Dad, he loves Dumbledore, so of course he believed him." "Well Martin, I like the sound of your Dad then." Hope grinned as she cut her potatoes in quarters. "Hi, I'm Stevie Collins," a tall, chestnut hair girl held out her hand over the table to Hope. "Hi Stevie, I'm Hope Weasley." Hope shook the girl's hand. "Nice to meet you, gosh isn't this exciting. I never knew this place existed until a few months ago. I'm a... what's the word you use for the non- magic people?" Stevie looked puzzled. "Muggle?" Hope supplied. "That's it, I'm Muggle born. Used to make things happen with out meaning too. I turned my brother purple once. But when I got my letter it was all explained. Gosh I can't wait to go to class, I have read all our books. And I got other's for background reading, have you read Hogwarts: A History, golly that was exciting stuff." Stevie paused to catch her breath. "Yes, my mother read that to me when I was six. It was my bedtime story. If you liked that you should read the revised edition of Hogwarts: A History, my mother helped write it. She put in loads of stuff you would never know unless you had the Marauder's map. About how the kitchens operate and all about the house elves here and about the common rooms and its history and about Quidditch and everything." Hope suggested. "Really? Okay, well I know all about Quidditch I read Quidditch through the Ages front to back. It was terribly interesting. I can't wait to learn how to fly." Stevie said excitedly. "Oh you wait, it's the best feeling in the world. I'm so disappointed that first years aren't allowed brooms here. I want to try for the Quidditch team." Martin said. "Really? Me too, my Dad taught me to fly why I was five." Hope said excitedly. "Life in a wizarding family sounds exciting," Stevie sighed. "Well not really, you sort of get used to it, when you grow up that way." Hope said, trying to comfort her new friend. "Tell you what though, Muggles have some pretty interesting contraptions, like the telephone. It's much faster than using owls." Stevie seemed to perk up after Martin asked what a telephone was, and it was almost entirely up to her to try and explain how it worked.
After a while Hope found her eyes drifting up the Gryffindor table and she saw Cameron terrifying a new student by having what seemed a harmless black jelly bean turn into a spider in his mouth. Hope laughed, it was her Uncle George's idea to make Bug Beans, mostly to terrify Hope's father, who was mortally afraid of spiders.
When everyone's plates were empty and the chatter had died down a bit Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The Great Hall went quiet. "Now that each student is where they belong, and their food is settling in their tummy's I wish to announce that the School Governor's and the Ministry of Magic have approved new curriculum for the school. Which includes advanced classes of Transfiguration, Potions, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts for Sixth and Seventh year students; opportunities for our particularly talented younger students to advance their studies with older classes and for everyone, a new History of Magic class that specially covers the first and second Magical wars against the Dark Lord Voldermort." A few staff members and students shuddered at the mention of Voldermort's name. "Well, I can see a few sleepy eyed students, so off to bed now." Dumbledore said kindly.
As Hope rose and passed the staff table on her way out of the hall with the other First year Gryffindor's she looked at Professor Dumbledore, who gave her a small wink and whispered, "Each student, where they belong."
A Harry Potter fan fiction by
Kaidi MacKay
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places that have been mentioned in this fan fiction that relate to the published works of J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. No copyright infringements are deliberate. All original characters and places mentioned in the Harry Potter series including Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Quidditch Through the Ages are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. The only character in this fanfiction that is an original of the author is Hope Harry Weasley. This character is an original creation of the author Kaidi MacKay. Other characters that you've never heard of before probably are most likely a creation of the fiction author.
Chapter seven: Where They Belong
"Allen, Charlie" Professor McGonagall read out. A dark haired boy walked quickly over to the Sorting Hat and placed it on his head. "RAVENCLAW" the hat called out.
"Barrington, Rebecca." "SLYTHERIN"
"Chang, Mulan." "RAVENCLAW" Hope watched a tall girl walk to the Ravenclaw table. She looked familiar and she wondered if she had ever met Mulan Chang before. Hope looked at the students seated along Gryffindor table as "Charles, Steven" took his seat. Cameron and Emma sat between two of their friends, Hope waved to them. Cameron waved back and Emma poked out her tongue playfully. Hope took a deep breath, trying not to be nervous. She knew really in her heart that she was going to be placed in Gryffindor, but her mother had mentioned to her once that she had almost been placed in Ravenclaw.
As "Thomas, Franklin" took his seat at the Hufflepuff table Hope looked around for anyone else she knew. There were a few people she thought she might have seen at parties. A sandy haired girl at the Hufflepuff table caught her eye and a dark hair boy at the Slytherin table.
"Weasley, Hope." Hope jumped to attention and walked quickly forward to sit under the Sorting Hat. It fell over her eyes and everything went black.
She heard someone speaking, "Weasley? Which child are you from?" "Ronald Weasley," Hope thought to herself proudly. "I thought as much. You seem quite clever though, and cunning. You are a hard one to place. Slytherin? Gryffindor?" "I'm a Weasley, I have to be in Gryffindor," Hope thought desperately. "You could do well in Slytherin though, you are just like Mr Potter. A hard one to place indeed." "Please Gryffindor, please Gryffindor." Hope begged the Sorting Hat. "Very well," the Sorting Hat. "GRYFFINDOR!" Hope sighed with relief and joined her cousins at the Gryffindor table. Hope was puzzled though, why would the sorting hat want to put her in Slytherin? 'I should ask Mother,' she thought, but immediately put it out of her head. Hermione would become worried and tell Ron, Ron would become suspious and ashamed. Hope watched as "Yang, Arthur," took his seat at the Ravenclaw table.
Professor Dumbledore stood up. "I have some notices to be given out before the we begin our feast. First years please remember that the forest is strictly forbidden. A few older students would do well to remember that as well," Hope swore she saw Professor Dumbledore look at Cameron and Emma before continuing, "Trials for the Quidditch teams will begin in week four, and Mr Filch has asked me to remind you once again that magic in the corridors between classes in forbidden. Also there has been a large amount of items that are now prohibited from use in the corridors, please see the list in Mr. Flich's office for further classification. Now that we have that out of the way, let us eat." As Professor Dumbledore finished speaking the empty plates in front of the students filled with food.
As Hope helped herself to roast potatoes she listened to the conversations going on around her. "Weasley?" a boy with blond hair asked, "Not Ronald Weasley's daughter?" "Um, yes, I'm afraid so." Hope said shyly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Martin Camm." Martin held out his hand, Hope shook it. "Nice to meet you too Martin," Hope smiled. "So, your mother is Hermione Granger then?" Martin asked. "Yes," Hope answered, "What about you, are you Muggle born or Pure blood or what?" Hope asked changing the subject. Martin seemed very happy to talk to Hope about his family, "Pure blood." He said. "My Dad went to Hogwarts, a few years above your parents I'd say, he married a girl from Beauxbatons and well... yeah." Martin took a bite of meatloaf. "He followed all the stories through the second war, he worked for the Daily Prophet back then, Senior Editor. But he quit after they wanted him the write about what a mad guy Potter was. My Dad, he loves Dumbledore, so of course he believed him." "Well Martin, I like the sound of your Dad then." Hope grinned as she cut her potatoes in quarters. "Hi, I'm Stevie Collins," a tall, chestnut hair girl held out her hand over the table to Hope. "Hi Stevie, I'm Hope Weasley." Hope shook the girl's hand. "Nice to meet you, gosh isn't this exciting. I never knew this place existed until a few months ago. I'm a... what's the word you use for the non- magic people?" Stevie looked puzzled. "Muggle?" Hope supplied. "That's it, I'm Muggle born. Used to make things happen with out meaning too. I turned my brother purple once. But when I got my letter it was all explained. Gosh I can't wait to go to class, I have read all our books. And I got other's for background reading, have you read Hogwarts: A History, golly that was exciting stuff." Stevie paused to catch her breath. "Yes, my mother read that to me when I was six. It was my bedtime story. If you liked that you should read the revised edition of Hogwarts: A History, my mother helped write it. She put in loads of stuff you would never know unless you had the Marauder's map. About how the kitchens operate and all about the house elves here and about the common rooms and its history and about Quidditch and everything." Hope suggested. "Really? Okay, well I know all about Quidditch I read Quidditch through the Ages front to back. It was terribly interesting. I can't wait to learn how to fly." Stevie said excitedly. "Oh you wait, it's the best feeling in the world. I'm so disappointed that first years aren't allowed brooms here. I want to try for the Quidditch team." Martin said. "Really? Me too, my Dad taught me to fly why I was five." Hope said excitedly. "Life in a wizarding family sounds exciting," Stevie sighed. "Well not really, you sort of get used to it, when you grow up that way." Hope said, trying to comfort her new friend. "Tell you what though, Muggles have some pretty interesting contraptions, like the telephone. It's much faster than using owls." Stevie seemed to perk up after Martin asked what a telephone was, and it was almost entirely up to her to try and explain how it worked.
After a while Hope found her eyes drifting up the Gryffindor table and she saw Cameron terrifying a new student by having what seemed a harmless black jelly bean turn into a spider in his mouth. Hope laughed, it was her Uncle George's idea to make Bug Beans, mostly to terrify Hope's father, who was mortally afraid of spiders.
When everyone's plates were empty and the chatter had died down a bit Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The Great Hall went quiet. "Now that each student is where they belong, and their food is settling in their tummy's I wish to announce that the School Governor's and the Ministry of Magic have approved new curriculum for the school. Which includes advanced classes of Transfiguration, Potions, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts for Sixth and Seventh year students; opportunities for our particularly talented younger students to advance their studies with older classes and for everyone, a new History of Magic class that specially covers the first and second Magical wars against the Dark Lord Voldermort." A few staff members and students shuddered at the mention of Voldermort's name. "Well, I can see a few sleepy eyed students, so off to bed now." Dumbledore said kindly.
As Hope rose and passed the staff table on her way out of the hall with the other First year Gryffindor's she looked at Professor Dumbledore, who gave her a small wink and whispered, "Each student, where they belong."