a/n:Thank you PoisonDraco for reviewing my story. And for noticing it, nonetheless. The trio got a chance to reunite, but the fun shall be fun while it lasts. There will be yet to come a perhaps more greater enemy than Voldemort could ever imagine. A rival, Malfoy couldn't live up to. A young boy with an illegal dragon, a sharp mind and with a knack for vengeance. Here's chapter two. And about the vision Harry had, though he may have seemed excited about it, but it wasn't anything to be proud of at all. I shall reveal the event in chapter four or five. Enjoy!
Chapter # 2:Miles Almay
The students of Hogwarts all entered the Great Hall just in time for the sorting to begin. The tables were full of the most delicious meals Hogwarts could provide. Porkchops, steaks, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, three different types of salads, fruit, casserole etc....
Several new first years awaited near Professor McGonagall who grabbed a stool and the old, but incredibly intelligent sorting hat. She grabbed a role of parchment and called the first name at the top of the list. "Marissa Aarush!" she called. A young girl sat down on the stool and closed her eyes.
The sorting hat remained silent for several moments and then shouted, "Hufflepuff!" There was a roar of graceful clapping from Hufflepuff's table. They all gave her a pat on the back when she took a seat next to a sixth year.
"Victoria Belis!" McGonagall called. A girl with long black hair sat down on the stool and the sorting hat was placed over her head. It immediately called out "Gryffindor". After several other children were placed in their correct houses, Harry spotted someone who he hadn't seen before. At the far end of the Gryffindor table. He seemed to be Harry's age, but was he part of their house? Possibly. Harry hadn't been with him in any classes, or hadn't he? He turned to his plate to start eating when Ron nudged him in the arm.
"Who's he?" he asked, pointing his fork at the boy. He had brown hair that reached his ears, slightly curly. He sat staring into his empty plate.
"Dunno. He can't be new, so I'd think we would've seen him somewhere." Harry replied, looking back at him. Next to his knife sat his wand, two feet long with a gold inscription along its side. Neither of the boys could make out what it said. Harry glanced at Hermione who sat at the other end of the table chatting with some of her "girlfriends". "Best not worry about it."
Ron turned around and stuffed food into his face, chewing very slowly. Harry chased a grape around his plate with his fork. The vision in his head gave him a shiver down his spine. Something like that could upset anyone.
Harry grabbed the farsight and looked at it again. He passed it around in his hands for a few seconds and closed his eyes, the vision this time showed he and Malfoy facing off in a Quidditch match. But that wasn't all, Malfoy will serve three whole days in the hospital wing afterward. Harry chuckled and placed it back in his pocket.
Glancing back at the boy, who seemed to be practicing his magic while taking bites of steak every once in a while. He had something scribbled on his hand, in ink. As he shut the book, it was covered up by his robes. He left his spot with his book and his wand and went to the door that led to the Grand Staircase. He walked right passed them, not even recognizing Harry. He walked passed Hermione who stared then turned around shortly and started talking with her other friends again. Walking toward the Slytherin table, unluckily was tripped by their seeker. Malfoy. He dropped his books and wand which rolled just out of arm's reach. He got back up with a bloody lip, humiliation in his eyes.
"Watch your step, Almay!" Malfoy laughed. "Almay" grabbed his book and wand and proceeded. Not even picking the fight. He walked out of the Great Hall with laughter in his ears from the Slytherin table. Harry and Ron frowned at Malfoy's prank. Hermione felt his pain as well.
"Damn that egocentric pest!" Ron said, taking a swig of marmalade. "He's worse than Flint in the quidditch matches!"
"Don't worry, Ron. Getting back at 'em will be easy! All we need is a spell that won't be enough to get him killed, but enough so he won't be able to insult someone. Or attack anyone at least." Harry said, confidently.
"Let's pretrify him!" Ron demanded. Harry sighed and grabbed an apple. "If we can't pretrify him, what can we do? He's the most annoying person I could think of, except Hermione, but we really need shut him up!" Harry resisted taking a bite from his apple and smiled.
"Shutting him up wouldn't be too hard."
In the darkest reaches of the Forbidden Forest...
"Yes, he is indeed inside the castle. But you also know who's in there." the Dark Lord said.
"Yes I know sir." a trembling voice came. "Albus Dumbledore?" the trembling voice asked. Voldemort nodded, he was in a dark cloak that covered up his whole body. Peter Pettigrew walked along side him, nervous as usual when he was around his master.
"Cutting him out of the predicament should make things much easier." Voldemort said, reaching into a pocket on the cloak. The cloak was also hooded which made his face invisible. "You know what to do...." Peter used his animagus ability to transform into the rat he once lived. He crawled along the forest floor quickly as possible, making his way through the thick foliage and on to the castle grounds. Voldemort vanished into the night, letting his most loyal minion to do his dirty work.
"Scabbers", or Peter if you prefer, made his way across the bridge that led to the courtyard. He passed large clock that ticked in front of the door to the entrance hall. The door opened and Hagrid came out muttering something. Pettigrew managed to slip in before the door shut and around him were several students that were making their way to their common rooms.
He spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione walking side-by-side into the hall of the Grand Staircase. Keeping himself out of their acknowledge, he trailed behind them, just enough so he could slip through the doors. He was lucky enough to find that Crookshanks was not with Hermione at this very moment, and he wouldn't be lucky at all when he was in the Gryffindor common room.
"Scabbers" followed them up the stairs using his rat-like-stealth abilities to sneak around. When the trio reached the Fat Lady's painting, Hermione spoke the words, "Hinkypunk". The painting immediately opened and they walked inside. Scabbers following closely. Staying close to the shadows, the evil rat jumped on to a bookcase and waited for the right time to strike. He could see "Almay" sitting on the couch reading his spellbook.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked him, worried.
"Yeah," he said quietly. That was all that came out of his mouth. He figured he'd let them do the talking.
"Malfoy, do you know him?" she asked, pleased to hear him speak. His voice was comforting, yet strong. His eyes were a warm amber, his hair looked similar to Malfoy's in his third year.
"The snobby, rich kid? Not really." Hermione smiled and gave a small laugh.
"What year are you in? Sixth? Seventh?" asked Ron.
"The fifth." he replied. Ron's eyes widened.
"I haven't seen you 'round here before. What's your name?" Harry wondered.
"Miles. Miles Almay."
a/c:So, chapter two good enough for ya? Miles may seem like a quiet lad in the beginning. But he actually becomes one of their closest friends. Now that Pete's entered their common room, what will happen next?! I KNOW AND YOU DON'T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry, I'm kind of hyper. Keep reading and please review!
Chapter # 2:Miles Almay
The students of Hogwarts all entered the Great Hall just in time for the sorting to begin. The tables were full of the most delicious meals Hogwarts could provide. Porkchops, steaks, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, three different types of salads, fruit, casserole etc....
Several new first years awaited near Professor McGonagall who grabbed a stool and the old, but incredibly intelligent sorting hat. She grabbed a role of parchment and called the first name at the top of the list. "Marissa Aarush!" she called. A young girl sat down on the stool and closed her eyes.
The sorting hat remained silent for several moments and then shouted, "Hufflepuff!" There was a roar of graceful clapping from Hufflepuff's table. They all gave her a pat on the back when she took a seat next to a sixth year.
"Victoria Belis!" McGonagall called. A girl with long black hair sat down on the stool and the sorting hat was placed over her head. It immediately called out "Gryffindor". After several other children were placed in their correct houses, Harry spotted someone who he hadn't seen before. At the far end of the Gryffindor table. He seemed to be Harry's age, but was he part of their house? Possibly. Harry hadn't been with him in any classes, or hadn't he? He turned to his plate to start eating when Ron nudged him in the arm.
"Who's he?" he asked, pointing his fork at the boy. He had brown hair that reached his ears, slightly curly. He sat staring into his empty plate.
"Dunno. He can't be new, so I'd think we would've seen him somewhere." Harry replied, looking back at him. Next to his knife sat his wand, two feet long with a gold inscription along its side. Neither of the boys could make out what it said. Harry glanced at Hermione who sat at the other end of the table chatting with some of her "girlfriends". "Best not worry about it."
Ron turned around and stuffed food into his face, chewing very slowly. Harry chased a grape around his plate with his fork. The vision in his head gave him a shiver down his spine. Something like that could upset anyone.
Harry grabbed the farsight and looked at it again. He passed it around in his hands for a few seconds and closed his eyes, the vision this time showed he and Malfoy facing off in a Quidditch match. But that wasn't all, Malfoy will serve three whole days in the hospital wing afterward. Harry chuckled and placed it back in his pocket.
Glancing back at the boy, who seemed to be practicing his magic while taking bites of steak every once in a while. He had something scribbled on his hand, in ink. As he shut the book, it was covered up by his robes. He left his spot with his book and his wand and went to the door that led to the Grand Staircase. He walked right passed them, not even recognizing Harry. He walked passed Hermione who stared then turned around shortly and started talking with her other friends again. Walking toward the Slytherin table, unluckily was tripped by their seeker. Malfoy. He dropped his books and wand which rolled just out of arm's reach. He got back up with a bloody lip, humiliation in his eyes.
"Watch your step, Almay!" Malfoy laughed. "Almay" grabbed his book and wand and proceeded. Not even picking the fight. He walked out of the Great Hall with laughter in his ears from the Slytherin table. Harry and Ron frowned at Malfoy's prank. Hermione felt his pain as well.
"Damn that egocentric pest!" Ron said, taking a swig of marmalade. "He's worse than Flint in the quidditch matches!"
"Don't worry, Ron. Getting back at 'em will be easy! All we need is a spell that won't be enough to get him killed, but enough so he won't be able to insult someone. Or attack anyone at least." Harry said, confidently.
"Let's pretrify him!" Ron demanded. Harry sighed and grabbed an apple. "If we can't pretrify him, what can we do? He's the most annoying person I could think of, except Hermione, but we really need shut him up!" Harry resisted taking a bite from his apple and smiled.
"Shutting him up wouldn't be too hard."
In the darkest reaches of the Forbidden Forest...
"Yes, he is indeed inside the castle. But you also know who's in there." the Dark Lord said.
"Yes I know sir." a trembling voice came. "Albus Dumbledore?" the trembling voice asked. Voldemort nodded, he was in a dark cloak that covered up his whole body. Peter Pettigrew walked along side him, nervous as usual when he was around his master.
"Cutting him out of the predicament should make things much easier." Voldemort said, reaching into a pocket on the cloak. The cloak was also hooded which made his face invisible. "You know what to do...." Peter used his animagus ability to transform into the rat he once lived. He crawled along the forest floor quickly as possible, making his way through the thick foliage and on to the castle grounds. Voldemort vanished into the night, letting his most loyal minion to do his dirty work.
"Scabbers", or Peter if you prefer, made his way across the bridge that led to the courtyard. He passed large clock that ticked in front of the door to the entrance hall. The door opened and Hagrid came out muttering something. Pettigrew managed to slip in before the door shut and around him were several students that were making their way to their common rooms.
He spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione walking side-by-side into the hall of the Grand Staircase. Keeping himself out of their acknowledge, he trailed behind them, just enough so he could slip through the doors. He was lucky enough to find that Crookshanks was not with Hermione at this very moment, and he wouldn't be lucky at all when he was in the Gryffindor common room.
"Scabbers" followed them up the stairs using his rat-like-stealth abilities to sneak around. When the trio reached the Fat Lady's painting, Hermione spoke the words, "Hinkypunk". The painting immediately opened and they walked inside. Scabbers following closely. Staying close to the shadows, the evil rat jumped on to a bookcase and waited for the right time to strike. He could see "Almay" sitting on the couch reading his spellbook.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked him, worried.
"Yeah," he said quietly. That was all that came out of his mouth. He figured he'd let them do the talking.
"Malfoy, do you know him?" she asked, pleased to hear him speak. His voice was comforting, yet strong. His eyes were a warm amber, his hair looked similar to Malfoy's in his third year.
"The snobby, rich kid? Not really." Hermione smiled and gave a small laugh.
"What year are you in? Sixth? Seventh?" asked Ron.
"The fifth." he replied. Ron's eyes widened.
"I haven't seen you 'round here before. What's your name?" Harry wondered.
"Miles. Miles Almay."
a/c:So, chapter two good enough for ya? Miles may seem like a quiet lad in the beginning. But he actually becomes one of their closest friends. Now that Pete's entered their common room, what will happen next?! I KNOW AND YOU DON'T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry, I'm kind of hyper. Keep reading and please review!