Ch4: Charalayne Snave
The hat brim opened wide...
"SLY-er-GRYFFINDOR!"
She cheered inside and saw the boys at the table where Harry and Ron sat cheering. too. She walked over, her reddish hair waving past her shouldersdown to her shoulder blades. Her green eyes were clouded, fear that the Sorting Hat would indeed tell Dumbledore her secret...
Charalayne (pronounced shahruhlayne, for those of you who are confused) sat down beside a girl who also had bright red hair, and freckles. she looked at her and introduced herself.
"I'm Charalayne Snave."
"Ginny Weasley. And, if you don't mind me asking but...Snave sounds like Snape."
"What, greasy? I agree, though I have grown to like it." She laughed, happy that she had found a friend.
Ginny smiled and the plates filled with pancakes, hash browns, home fries, eggs, and bacon. Charalayne stared at it all, as Ginny ladled some cereal into a bowl for her.
"You'll get used to it. And oh! This too!"
She followed Ginny's gaze up and gasped when she saw hundreds of owls coming in through windows, all with some kind of object. A small tawny owl fluttered down onto Ginny's lap, with two letters. Ginny ripped them off and let the owl fly away. She looked at the first.
"Oh, Mum was just wondering about how I'm doing, 'cause she heard you were coming near Christmas, and she wants to know if you want something from her."
Harry and Ron, both on the other side, leaned over and said in unison. "You don't want it."
She laughed. "What makes you think I don't want to?"
"Do you like maroon sweaters?"
"Yes."
"Toffee?"
"Yes."
"Socks?"
"I make those for house-elves, and yes."
"See, Harry? JUST like Hermione. Hey, you need to meet her sometime. She has bushy hair...." Ron began rattling facts about Hermione's character, each time Charalayne nodding her head and agreeing.
"Sheesh, she really IS a Hermione..."
She pouted and Ginny laughed. She looked over at Harry and felt...something.
Like I know him. Wait! I don't know him! No...The Hat reminded me. I DO know him. But does he know me? It would ruin all my plans. After all, it was HE who-
She shook her head. Not now.
Ron stared at her, and she thought she was obvious, so she laughed at Harry's next joke.
Boy, he sure doesn't know that I am the one he least expected...
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Hermione sat down at the Head Persons table, next to the Head Boy. Everyone, at the beginning of the year, was astonished at who had become Head Boy. Of course everyone knew who was going to be Head Girl. Duh. But the Head Boy...
She smiled and asked him if he could pass the rolls. He blushed and reached over, knocking his goblet over. He finally got the basket and handed it to Hermione, beet red. She kept in a giggle.
"Thanks Neville."
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Students left the Hall, trying to follow Charalayne unnoticed. She gulped when she saw Professer Dumbledore staring into her.
So, if those rumors are indeed true, that Dumbledore can read minds, then I am SO dead.
Instead, he leaned back into his chair and frowned slightly. He held her gaze for awhile, then his eyes sparkled. She turned back and ran after Harry.
"Wait for me!"
Dumbledore stared after her.
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"So, which one is yours?"
"Professer Bilmore said I was in sixth year.even though I'm quite young." She coughed and bowed her head. "I'm thirteen. I'm-"
"Like me! WOW! FINALLY!"
She turned around to be hugged by the brown haired girl who had bumped into her. She had on a badge that was different colors. They all approached a portrait of a fat lady.
The Fat Lady! She gasped inwardly. She's still here! I still remember when-
Not now. Why is this happening to me? It's not like this is my first time. Maybe because it has something to do with Harry Potter. Why did he have to say Pothead? Doesn't he cherish his name, one of the few things he got from his father? His father never knew that I sent him his Invisi-
Shut up.
Harry muttered a password. "Smallfry." and the portrait swung open.
The Fat Lady looked at Charalayne. She froze.
She remembers me! Oooh, this could be bad...
The girl who's hands were around her neck let go. She held out a hand.
"I'm Hermione Granger."
"I'm Charalayne Snave. I have a middle name, but I prefer not to use it."
"Tell me? I'll never tell."
She took a deep breath. Should I trust this girl? She IS after all, Harry's best friend, but there's a chance it could be more. What am I thinking? There's no chance in Hell that they would get together like me and Jam-
"Lillian."
Harry turned to look at her.
"But some insist on calling me Lily."
The hat brim opened wide...
"SLY-er-GRYFFINDOR!"
She cheered inside and saw the boys at the table where Harry and Ron sat cheering. too. She walked over, her reddish hair waving past her shouldersdown to her shoulder blades. Her green eyes were clouded, fear that the Sorting Hat would indeed tell Dumbledore her secret...
Charalayne (pronounced shahruhlayne, for those of you who are confused) sat down beside a girl who also had bright red hair, and freckles. she looked at her and introduced herself.
"I'm Charalayne Snave."
"Ginny Weasley. And, if you don't mind me asking but...Snave sounds like Snape."
"What, greasy? I agree, though I have grown to like it." She laughed, happy that she had found a friend.
Ginny smiled and the plates filled with pancakes, hash browns, home fries, eggs, and bacon. Charalayne stared at it all, as Ginny ladled some cereal into a bowl for her.
"You'll get used to it. And oh! This too!"
She followed Ginny's gaze up and gasped when she saw hundreds of owls coming in through windows, all with some kind of object. A small tawny owl fluttered down onto Ginny's lap, with two letters. Ginny ripped them off and let the owl fly away. She looked at the first.
"Oh, Mum was just wondering about how I'm doing, 'cause she heard you were coming near Christmas, and she wants to know if you want something from her."
Harry and Ron, both on the other side, leaned over and said in unison. "You don't want it."
She laughed. "What makes you think I don't want to?"
"Do you like maroon sweaters?"
"Yes."
"Toffee?"
"Yes."
"Socks?"
"I make those for house-elves, and yes."
"See, Harry? JUST like Hermione. Hey, you need to meet her sometime. She has bushy hair...." Ron began rattling facts about Hermione's character, each time Charalayne nodding her head and agreeing.
"Sheesh, she really IS a Hermione..."
She pouted and Ginny laughed. She looked over at Harry and felt...something.
Like I know him. Wait! I don't know him! No...The Hat reminded me. I DO know him. But does he know me? It would ruin all my plans. After all, it was HE who-
She shook her head. Not now.
Ron stared at her, and she thought she was obvious, so she laughed at Harry's next joke.
Boy, he sure doesn't know that I am the one he least expected...
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Hermione sat down at the Head Persons table, next to the Head Boy. Everyone, at the beginning of the year, was astonished at who had become Head Boy. Of course everyone knew who was going to be Head Girl. Duh. But the Head Boy...
She smiled and asked him if he could pass the rolls. He blushed and reached over, knocking his goblet over. He finally got the basket and handed it to Hermione, beet red. She kept in a giggle.
"Thanks Neville."
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Students left the Hall, trying to follow Charalayne unnoticed. She gulped when she saw Professer Dumbledore staring into her.
So, if those rumors are indeed true, that Dumbledore can read minds, then I am SO dead.
Instead, he leaned back into his chair and frowned slightly. He held her gaze for awhile, then his eyes sparkled. She turned back and ran after Harry.
"Wait for me!"
Dumbledore stared after her.
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"So, which one is yours?"
"Professer Bilmore said I was in sixth year.even though I'm quite young." She coughed and bowed her head. "I'm thirteen. I'm-"
"Like me! WOW! FINALLY!"
She turned around to be hugged by the brown haired girl who had bumped into her. She had on a badge that was different colors. They all approached a portrait of a fat lady.
The Fat Lady! She gasped inwardly. She's still here! I still remember when-
Not now. Why is this happening to me? It's not like this is my first time. Maybe because it has something to do with Harry Potter. Why did he have to say Pothead? Doesn't he cherish his name, one of the few things he got from his father? His father never knew that I sent him his Invisi-
Shut up.
Harry muttered a password. "Smallfry." and the portrait swung open.
The Fat Lady looked at Charalayne. She froze.
She remembers me! Oooh, this could be bad...
The girl who's hands were around her neck let go. She held out a hand.
"I'm Hermione Granger."
"I'm Charalayne Snave. I have a middle name, but I prefer not to use it."
"Tell me? I'll never tell."
She took a deep breath. Should I trust this girl? She IS after all, Harry's best friend, but there's a chance it could be more. What am I thinking? There's no chance in Hell that they would get together like me and Jam-
"Lillian."
Harry turned to look at her.
"But some insist on calling me Lily."