A/N: Okay, as promised, more R/L and Harry/Mele! (That rhymes! I'm a great
poet...not. Too bad.) So, heeeerrreee we go!! (Oh yah, thank you for the nice
reveiws! Astarael, I will space it out this time I can't believe I made it
so stuck together! I was so excited but when I finished I myself could
barely read it!!! )
Chapter 3: The Sorting
Finally the train got the Hogwarts, and Ron had to awaken Luna, who was fast asleep in his arms. "Luna, wake up sunshine, we are at Hogwarts, so let's get off of the train and have dinner, huh?" Ron said, shaking his Luna gently awake. "Yawn! Oh, Ron. Like I said earlier, all you ever think about is food. In this case, dinner." Luna said, poking him teasingly in the side. "Well...we still have to get out of the train, honey." Said Ron. "Grrmf. Very well, bossy." Luna said, and got up, and stretched like a cat.
When she stretched, Ron gasped. "Luna! What's that?!?" "Oh. Hee-hee...I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" Luna said as she pulled her tank-top down some to cover the few visible inches of her stomach. Ron said, "You...you got a belly-button ring!" He looked shocked. Luna answered, "Well, if you must know, yes. Just last Saturday, while we were shopping in Diagon Alley. It's a little blue moon, just like my namesake, Luna. 'Luna' is the ancient word for moon, you know. I thought it was cute...Sorry if you don't like it—"Ron interrupted her. "LIKE it? LIKE it? I LOVE it! Oh Luna. It looks so, well, blimey. It's just so sweet." He stood up and played with the little moon- ring, pushing it back and forth just a little, examining the way it was so iridescent. "Hee-hee. Stop that, Ronny, it tickles. Besides, we've got to get off the train, remember?
Meanwhile, Hary and Mele were also getting ready to get off of the train.
Harry felt nervous holding hands with such a pretty girl, but Mele seemed to be enjoying it. In Harry's other hand was Hedwig's cage. In Mele's other hand was a covered cage, which softly cooed and rustled. "Hey, Mele." Harry asked. "What is in that cage, anyway? I mean, I didn't see you open it the whole ride." Mele grinned. "You really wanna know, eh?" Mele asked. "Why yes of course! But...Eh? What do you mean "eh"?" Harry said. "Oh, sorry. You pick up a few things living in a country for ten years." Mele smiled again as she said this. "One of the things I picked up was THIS!" Mele ripped away the cage-cover and revealed a...
"A phoenix!" Exclaimed Harry. Indeed, there was a phoenix in the cage. It was obviously a younger one than Fawkes, with slightly brighter plumage. "Wow, I've only ever seen one of those, and that was Dumbledore's. Dang, where did you get that?" Mele smirked in response, covering up the cage once more. "I have family in Canada, and one of my aunts actually found the egg of this one, orphaned." Mele sighed. "Poor thing. The parents were killed by some death-eaters for a ritual, and a phoenix only lays one egg every hundred years." Harry looked interested. "I didn't know they laid eggs, Mele." "Well, now you do. By the way, this little lady is called Spark. You can call her by name, she's very clever!" Mele told him
By this time, everyone had reached the Great Hall. Luna sat at the Ravenclaw table, Ron sat with Harry and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, and Mele went with all the first years to wait for the sorting. "I wish Mele would be sorted into Gryffindor." Sighed Harry. "I wish LUNA would be sorted into Gryffindor." Sighed Ron, looking longingly at the Ravenclaw table. Luna, meanwhile was wishing the same thing. She'd never noticed how far away the Gryffindor table was, but now with Ron there, she did. Just then, McGonagall stepped into the center of the Great Hall, holding the Sorting Hat and the stool. The first years (and Mele!) stepped out, and the Hat sang the song for that year. After the song, McGonagall, who was wearing dark green robes and her usual witches' hat and glasses, called out the names. Finally she called out, "And, as our new sixth year—"everyone in the Hall began to whisper to each other, as Mele stepped forward. They all were fascinated by this new student. Like Harry, they'd never seen anyone like her. McGonagall told them "Shhh!", and when they quieted down, she continued. "As I was saying, our new sixth year transfer student from Canada, Miss Melevera Dionysia, would you please sit to be sorted?" Mele did so, and the hat was placed on her head. After a long moment, the hat called out.....
A/N: Nya-nya! Cliffie! Sorry about that but you're just going to have to wait! Wait till you see what Luna and Ron are up to next chapter! Not to mention Mele and Harry and...well, everyone! Don't forget the review!!!
Chapter 3: The Sorting
Finally the train got the Hogwarts, and Ron had to awaken Luna, who was fast asleep in his arms. "Luna, wake up sunshine, we are at Hogwarts, so let's get off of the train and have dinner, huh?" Ron said, shaking his Luna gently awake. "Yawn! Oh, Ron. Like I said earlier, all you ever think about is food. In this case, dinner." Luna said, poking him teasingly in the side. "Well...we still have to get out of the train, honey." Said Ron. "Grrmf. Very well, bossy." Luna said, and got up, and stretched like a cat.
When she stretched, Ron gasped. "Luna! What's that?!?" "Oh. Hee-hee...I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" Luna said as she pulled her tank-top down some to cover the few visible inches of her stomach. Ron said, "You...you got a belly-button ring!" He looked shocked. Luna answered, "Well, if you must know, yes. Just last Saturday, while we were shopping in Diagon Alley. It's a little blue moon, just like my namesake, Luna. 'Luna' is the ancient word for moon, you know. I thought it was cute...Sorry if you don't like it—"Ron interrupted her. "LIKE it? LIKE it? I LOVE it! Oh Luna. It looks so, well, blimey. It's just so sweet." He stood up and played with the little moon- ring, pushing it back and forth just a little, examining the way it was so iridescent. "Hee-hee. Stop that, Ronny, it tickles. Besides, we've got to get off the train, remember?
Meanwhile, Hary and Mele were also getting ready to get off of the train.
Harry felt nervous holding hands with such a pretty girl, but Mele seemed to be enjoying it. In Harry's other hand was Hedwig's cage. In Mele's other hand was a covered cage, which softly cooed and rustled. "Hey, Mele." Harry asked. "What is in that cage, anyway? I mean, I didn't see you open it the whole ride." Mele grinned. "You really wanna know, eh?" Mele asked. "Why yes of course! But...Eh? What do you mean "eh"?" Harry said. "Oh, sorry. You pick up a few things living in a country for ten years." Mele smiled again as she said this. "One of the things I picked up was THIS!" Mele ripped away the cage-cover and revealed a...
"A phoenix!" Exclaimed Harry. Indeed, there was a phoenix in the cage. It was obviously a younger one than Fawkes, with slightly brighter plumage. "Wow, I've only ever seen one of those, and that was Dumbledore's. Dang, where did you get that?" Mele smirked in response, covering up the cage once more. "I have family in Canada, and one of my aunts actually found the egg of this one, orphaned." Mele sighed. "Poor thing. The parents were killed by some death-eaters for a ritual, and a phoenix only lays one egg every hundred years." Harry looked interested. "I didn't know they laid eggs, Mele." "Well, now you do. By the way, this little lady is called Spark. You can call her by name, she's very clever!" Mele told him
By this time, everyone had reached the Great Hall. Luna sat at the Ravenclaw table, Ron sat with Harry and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, and Mele went with all the first years to wait for the sorting. "I wish Mele would be sorted into Gryffindor." Sighed Harry. "I wish LUNA would be sorted into Gryffindor." Sighed Ron, looking longingly at the Ravenclaw table. Luna, meanwhile was wishing the same thing. She'd never noticed how far away the Gryffindor table was, but now with Ron there, she did. Just then, McGonagall stepped into the center of the Great Hall, holding the Sorting Hat and the stool. The first years (and Mele!) stepped out, and the Hat sang the song for that year. After the song, McGonagall, who was wearing dark green robes and her usual witches' hat and glasses, called out the names. Finally she called out, "And, as our new sixth year—"everyone in the Hall began to whisper to each other, as Mele stepped forward. They all were fascinated by this new student. Like Harry, they'd never seen anyone like her. McGonagall told them "Shhh!", and when they quieted down, she continued. "As I was saying, our new sixth year transfer student from Canada, Miss Melevera Dionysia, would you please sit to be sorted?" Mele did so, and the hat was placed on her head. After a long moment, the hat called out.....
A/N: Nya-nya! Cliffie! Sorry about that but you're just going to have to wait! Wait till you see what Luna and Ron are up to next chapter! Not to mention Mele and Harry and...well, everyone! Don't forget the review!!!