The Fifth House
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Chapter
Ten
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Kylie
didn't talk through most of the carriage ride. Kylie wanted to, but was too nervous. She would stutter and everything would come out wrong, which was exactly
what she didn't need to do at that moment in time. Hermione was leafing quickly through a
book, making sure that she didn't forget any crucial spells. Ron was gazing out the window towards the
lake, watching the giant squid swim around.
Harry was gazing out the other
window, at the Quidditch pitch.
The road that wound up to the castle
went right along the side of the pitch. Harry had never seen a Quidditch match from ground level, but he heard
it was boring. He brought his gaze
downward to shield his eyes from the sun. Then he saw something on the ground.
It
was a rough looking grey rock that lay flat on the ground.
Harry looked at it curiously. It looked slightly familiar, but not like
something you'd see at Hogwarts.
"Do you know what that rock thing
is?" he asked Hermione.
"What rock? Harry I don't see anything," Hermione
answered.
"There used to be a huge rock at my
school. We used to climb on it; my
friends and I even named it," Kylie said.
"What did you name a great big
rock?" Ron asked.
"The Great Big Rock," answered Kylie
lazily. "Harry, where'd you see it
anyway?"
"Over around the pitch," Harry said.
"Oh. Okay," Kylie said. She
looked as if she was trying to recall something.
"We're here!" Hermione called out
enthusiastically.
Kylie gulped and looked up at the
giant castle. Harry was nervous too.
But
he had his own reasons.
* * * *
"Hold on!" Kylie yelled. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all turned and looked
at her.
"What?" asked Hermione.
"I just remembered something!
Hermione, you've read Hogwarts, a History, right?" Kylie asked her.
"She's memorized it. Carries it with her everywhere," Ron
said.
"Yes, Kylie, I've read that book
several times. I got it from the school
library many times, than I finally got my own copy. Not like I needed it, it wasn't very popular in the library for
some reason," Hermione said.
"Oh, you, you've only read that
version. Then you wouldn't know about
the old-" Kylie started, but her voice was drowned out by the sudden noise that
came as the students entered the Great Hall.
"Second through seventh years to
their house tables, please," said Professor McGonagall, her voice magnified
with a charm.
"I'll tell you later Hermione," said
Kylie as she sadly followed Malfoy to the Slytherin table.
The three looked after her as she
sat down at the table next to Pansy Parkinson. Kylie looked over at them and smiled weakly.
"I hope she gets to finish telling
us what she was saying, about the old something. I don't know where that came from, she suddenly thought we should
know, so it must be important," Hermione said. Harry and Ron nodded.
The Sorting ceremony began. One by one, nervous first years came up to
the stool and waited for their destiny at Hogwarts to begin.
It started with " Amero,
Maura". The people in the hall watched
as the hat yelled, "RAVENCLAW!"
The sorting continued, until there
was only one student left.
One
student to complete the Reborn circle.
"Zakharova,
Sarah!" McGonagall shouted.
The last girl, who looked very
nervous indeed, walked slowly to the hat. She took a deep breath, sat down in the chair, and winced slightly as
the hat was placed on her head.
Harry noticed that the hat was taking
a particularly long time to place her. It wasn't unusual, the hat had taken a long time with Harry as well.
But
for Harry, the hat at least said something.
* * * *
After about ten minutes, Dumbledore
got up off his chair and walked over to Sarah. He whispered something in her ear; she looked scared, sad, and then
happy. No one could tell for sure what
he was telling her.
Dumbledore stood up straight and
addressed the school.
"It seems that since we have such a
large first year class this year, that the Sorting Hat is simply tired
out. We will allow it time to rest,
then Miss Zakharova will be sorted." He
paused here, while Professor McGonagall brought Sarah out of the hall. Once she was gone, Dumbledore
continued. "I would ask you all to not
bother her, as this is not an uncommon event. In two recent years, the same thing has happened, we have had larger
classes."
That
was the first time Albus Dumbledore ever lied.
Dumbledore carried on with his usual
speech. Everything was the same, no one
is allowed in the Forbidden Forest, anyone interested in trying out for
Quidditch should contact Madame Hooch, all the same things. Finally he ended the oration with a final
announcement.
"This is a year when you should be
especially cautious. I need not to
inform you that since Voldemort has returned, there will be more security in
the castle and on the grounds. However,
Hogwarts will be just as safe as it has been in the past years. I don't mean to frighten anyone further than
I see some of you are, so I will end with that. Let the feast begin!"
"That was one of Dumbledore's more
unusual speeches," Hermione said to Harry and Ron.
"Well Dumbledore's quite unusual
himself, isn't he?" Harry said.
"Enough talk, let's eat!" Ron said.
It was true, Hogwarts feasts were
truly magnificent. There were all kinds
of foods, chicken, steak, pork chops, goulash, potatoes, a large salad, and
several bowls of small candies. Harry
was very excited to start eating, and dug in happily. Harry, Ron, and Hermione talked excitedly together and ate
happily.
Things
were different, however, at the Slytherin table.
Kylie was far less than pleased to
be sitting with several Death Eaters' sons and daughters. To amuse herself, she
went around the table, trying to remember the surname of everyone to determine
if their parents were death eaters. After a while it got boring, so she strained herself to pay attention to
what Pansy Parkinson was going on about.
"Well, you should definitely avoid
Potter, Weasley, and Granger. They're
the worst sort to been seen with," Pansy said.
"But they're my friends, and they're
really nice, at least to me," Kylie said.
"Then cut it out, it'll ruin your
reputation as a Slytherin. Plus, they
only bring trouble. And why would you
want to be around anyone who's as bigheaded as they are?" Pansy warned.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Kylie asked her, trying to contain her anger.
"Honestly, you haven't realized it
already?" Malfoy interrupted. "Granger
thinks she's the smartest person in the school, and Weasley's father is
obsessed with muggles. Then there's
Potter, possibly the worst of all of them. He thinks he's so wonderful because he's got some stupid scar, and so
what if he saved a few people's lives? Other people have done that too… Also, he's really weak, because he faints
whenever a dementor is around."
"It isn't a sign of weakness to
faint around a dementor. Have you ever
even been near one? They make you
freezing, on the outside and the inside, all the way to your heart," Kylie
defended. "But, oh, I'm sorry, my
mistake. How could a dementor possibly
affect you? Your heart is already cold."
With that she stood up and quickly
strode over to the doors to the entrance hall. Hermione saw her and called out her name.
"Kylie, whats's wrong? Come here for a minute," Hermione called.
Kylie
walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Hermione.
"It's just Malfoy, he was just going
on and on about how much he hates all of you. Didn't seem to be anything earth-shattering, so I left," Kylie
explained.
"Yeah, we're his favorite foes, as
he says," Harry said.
"Kylie, what were you saying before,
after the carriage ride? About the old
something…?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Oh yes!" Kylie said. "You have the newer version of Hogwarts,
a History, I'm talking about something in an older edition."
"There are editions?" Ron asked
her. She nodded.
"Yeah, I have the eight edition,
most people nowadays have the ninth, it's much more recent. It's actually banned to own a copy of the
eight edition, but it's just something I have around, it was my
grandfather's. Anyway, that old stone
you saw Harry. You said it was grey,
flat, and rough, right?" she asked him.
"Yeah, and hard to see through
grass," he answered.
"In the eight edition of Hogwarts,
a History, there is a chapter on
the history of the Quidditch field. What Harry saw was a gravestone," Kylie explained in a whisper.
Hermione gasped loudly, Ron raised
his eyebrows very high, and Harry's jaw sagged slightly.
"You, you mean..?" Ron stuttered.
"What I mean, is that the Quidditch
pitch was built over an old cemetery. People are buried there,' Kylie interrupted in a hushed voice.
"Well, then why are copies of that
edition banned, is it because of that?" Hermione asked, greatly concerned that
she could not own a copy.
"Yeah, but there's other things
too. That ban doesn't really mean
much. Sure, it's illegal to buy in
bookstores, but they wouldn't have it anyway. It's really old, so there are only a few copies around. It was banned because several house team
players wouldn't play over dead bodies. It was getting hard to put teams together. The book also gave some information about more secretive things,
like the Chamber of Secrets. Some
students went looking for it and were never found. That was when the headmaster decided that a new edition should be
made. It's hard to read anyway, it's
over two thousand pages," Kylie explained.
"Hermione's dream book," Ron said.
"Yeah, well, I have to go back to my
table, Snape's glaring at me for being at this table," Kylie said. "See you guys later."
"Harry, you've played Quidditch over
a cemetery, and no one knew. You're
still going to play, right?" Ron asked him.
"Yeah, of course," Harry
answered. He was kind of freaked out,
but he'd get over it.
Sarah Zakharova returned to the
Great Hall and sat at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw her snap at a boy who motioned for her to pass the salt. It seemed very un-Hufflepuff of her.
But what Harry Potter didn't know
was that Sarah wasn't in Hufflepuff, not really. She was the eighth student in Hogwart's thousand-year history to
be in a different house. By saying
nothing, the Sorting Hat had placed her in Terces.
* * * *
After the feast, students went to
their dorms. But four students went to
a different room. None of them knew how
they got there, they just followed their instinct on direction in the halls.
But in the end, four of them were in
a strange hall in a deep, hidden part of Hogwarts. You see, no one ever truly knows their way around all of
Hogwarts.
Except
the Circle Ones.
The four students had walked into a
large hall, easily twice the size of the Great Hall. All along the walls there were portraits. Not of people, but of wolves, the sacred
animal of Terces. There were drapes of
a rich, dark, almost black shade of purple. The floor was solid stone. Not
marble, not cobblestone, but something else. The ceiling was perhaps the most beautiful part of the hall. There was a swirling ceiling; it was like a
liquid in it, like a whirlpool in the sky that never stopped. It was an opal color.
A voice boomed from somewhere in the
room, the students looked around, but the voice had come from all around them,
not one area.
"Accipio novellas sodalis!" it said.
It was a language that none of the
four spoke before, but from this one phrase, they all learned it
instantly. It spoke again, this time
part was in English.
"Welcome to the Hetairia Lupinus, or
as we call it, Terces."
The voice was very strange. It sounded not male, nor female. It wasn't too low or too high-pitched.
There were now eight people in the
hall. They stood in a circle and looked
up at the ceiling.
The voice spoke once more.
"Diffindo
quadripertitus domini."
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Author's
Note: Whew! I had to use an online language translator for parts of that
chapter! What did you all think? Good?
Bad? Worst Ever?
By
the way, "Diffindo quadripertitus domini" means "Open four powers" in another
language. "Acciopio novellas sodalis"
means "Welcom new society members" or something similar in the same other
language. Someone will probably guess
it, but I won't say what language I used.
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