Chapter One: The Demon-Beast
A/N: Everything in their fifth year happened EXCEPT: Sirius did not die. And to be downright honest, who really wants him to be dead any way? Whoever doesn't, they can come fight me. But I'm warning you now, I've got an imaginary friend and he's HUGE!
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermione. He was so glad to be back at Hogwarts after all that had happened only a few months ago. Harry hardly noticed that another table had been set up that contained many of the Order and the Weasleys, and many other guests. Even Oliver Wood sat at the table.
The Sorting began, and Harry was growing very bored. And hungry. Very hungry, in fact.
"Psst. Harry," came an all too familiar whisper. Harry's head wheeled around, and looked at the table that contained the guests. Lupin was sitting next to someone in a black hooded cloak. "Guess who?" his godfather whispered.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ducked inconspicuously, and joined them at the other table. "What are you doing?" hissed Hermione. "You could be seen!"
"Relax, Hermione. As long as nobody starts shouting it," Sirius said quietly. "Anyway, we've got to talk to you three."
"About what?" Harry asked curiously.
"You haven't been reading the Prophet?" Lupin asked, shocked.
"No," replied the three sixteen-year-olds.
"I'm surprised. I would have thought that now you three would be reading the Daily Prophet as much as you could," said Sirius.
"Why does it matter if we've read the newspaper or not?" Harry asked eagerly.
"It's just been found to the Ministry -- Voldemort's gotten another weapon. From what spies from the Ministry reported, it's a horrible, twenty-foot tall beast with incredible powers. It's been reported that it is able to slaughter anything in its path," Sirius said under his breath as McGonagall got to "Krawk, Justin".
"How terrible," Hermione said, her hand over her mouth.
"It gets worse," Lupin said, leaning forward in his seat. "They've said that the demon - that's what everyone's sure it is - has over-powered Voldemort and left on its own accord."
"Demon?" inquired Harry.
"In short, it's a really bad monster," Sirius said shortly.
"And what has Dumbledore said about all this?" asked Ron.
"Nothing," Sirius said, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "Whenever someone tries to talk to him about it, the old man goes and changes the subject!"
"Sirius, shut up," growled Lupin, as they were getting some odd stares.
"Sorry," muttered Sirius. "Anyway, it was all over the newspapers and magazines. Everyone's really concerned. Especially a lot of the teachers. They think it might try to attack Hogwarts. And if it left Voldemort that easily, it can easily corrupt the school."
"D'you think that's likely?" asked Ron, whose face had gone a nasty pale-green color.
"More than likely," supplied Lupin.
"But Dumbledore won't even touch on the subject," Sirius added bitterly. "He'd better have a good reason."
Just after the Sorting had finished and everyone was eating, one of the double-doors to the Great Hall was heaved open. A girl with black hair that went all the way down to her thighs, silver eyes, and a fair complexion entered. As if her eyes weren't strange enough, the girl wore a man's kimono (Hermione had forced them to read during the summer) A/N: For those of you who are unfamiliar with what a kimono is… SILLY GOOSES! Anyway, it's a loose robe traditionally worn by Japanese, though for the males, instead of a robe, it's usually an outfit that has a shirt with a sash in the front with very wide sleeves and pants that are very loose around the legs.
Many people sniggered at the girl's appearance. "Nice kimono," sniggered Ron.
It seemed everyone was staring at the girl as she stood in the doorway. Harry glanced up at Dumbledore, who nodded to the girl and gestured her inside.
The girl, who looked to be about Harry's age, nodded, and entered, eyes averted from everyone. She walked, eyes still down at the floor, over to the guest table. She stood in front of Lupin and Sirius, and very quietly asked, "May I sit here?"
"Yeah."
"Sure."
Sirius and Lupin quickly moved over, both obviously intrigued by this girl. She sat down, still looking intently at her shoes, her delicate face a scarlet.
After about five minutes, Hermione attempted to begin conversation. "So, erm, what did you say your name was?" she asked interestedly.
At last, the girl looked up. "I didn't. My name is Wren Isaacs. And you are?" she said, giving a brief smile to Hermione, who returned it.
"Hermione. Hermione Granger. That's Ron Weasley, and sitting next to him is Harry Potter. This is Professor Lupin, and Siri- -- oof!" Harry quickly stepped on her foot.
Wren smiled. "It's all right. He was framed. I know," she said.
"How did you know that?" Harry asked curiously.
"Erm, it'd be best if I wait to tell you that," Wren said, looking behind her.
"Er, okay."
An hour passed, and by that time, everyone was very full. Harry's waistline was bulging, and he was reclining in his chair.
Suddenly, with bursts of green flames from all over the Great Hall, at least a dozen Death Eaters appeared, wands out. Screams erupted from the tables.
"Damn," muttered Wren. She got up, and Harry latched onto her forearm. She looked down at his hand, confused.
"Wait! What are you doing?" Harry demanded, not letting go.
Wren gave a small smile. "Harry, have you heard of that horrible beast that Voldemort trained to attack his foes?" she asked.
Harry found this a rather odd question. "Yeah, so?" he said quickly. Harry released her arm.
Wren smiled again. "Well, that's me."
A/N: Everything in their fifth year happened EXCEPT: Sirius did not die. And to be downright honest, who really wants him to be dead any way? Whoever doesn't, they can come fight me. But I'm warning you now, I've got an imaginary friend and he's HUGE!
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermione. He was so glad to be back at Hogwarts after all that had happened only a few months ago. Harry hardly noticed that another table had been set up that contained many of the Order and the Weasleys, and many other guests. Even Oliver Wood sat at the table.
The Sorting began, and Harry was growing very bored. And hungry. Very hungry, in fact.
"Psst. Harry," came an all too familiar whisper. Harry's head wheeled around, and looked at the table that contained the guests. Lupin was sitting next to someone in a black hooded cloak. "Guess who?" his godfather whispered.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione ducked inconspicuously, and joined them at the other table. "What are you doing?" hissed Hermione. "You could be seen!"
"Relax, Hermione. As long as nobody starts shouting it," Sirius said quietly. "Anyway, we've got to talk to you three."
"About what?" Harry asked curiously.
"You haven't been reading the Prophet?" Lupin asked, shocked.
"No," replied the three sixteen-year-olds.
"I'm surprised. I would have thought that now you three would be reading the Daily Prophet as much as you could," said Sirius.
"Why does it matter if we've read the newspaper or not?" Harry asked eagerly.
"It's just been found to the Ministry -- Voldemort's gotten another weapon. From what spies from the Ministry reported, it's a horrible, twenty-foot tall beast with incredible powers. It's been reported that it is able to slaughter anything in its path," Sirius said under his breath as McGonagall got to "Krawk, Justin".
"How terrible," Hermione said, her hand over her mouth.
"It gets worse," Lupin said, leaning forward in his seat. "They've said that the demon - that's what everyone's sure it is - has over-powered Voldemort and left on its own accord."
"Demon?" inquired Harry.
"In short, it's a really bad monster," Sirius said shortly.
"And what has Dumbledore said about all this?" asked Ron.
"Nothing," Sirius said, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "Whenever someone tries to talk to him about it, the old man goes and changes the subject!"
"Sirius, shut up," growled Lupin, as they were getting some odd stares.
"Sorry," muttered Sirius. "Anyway, it was all over the newspapers and magazines. Everyone's really concerned. Especially a lot of the teachers. They think it might try to attack Hogwarts. And if it left Voldemort that easily, it can easily corrupt the school."
"D'you think that's likely?" asked Ron, whose face had gone a nasty pale-green color.
"More than likely," supplied Lupin.
"But Dumbledore won't even touch on the subject," Sirius added bitterly. "He'd better have a good reason."
Just after the Sorting had finished and everyone was eating, one of the double-doors to the Great Hall was heaved open. A girl with black hair that went all the way down to her thighs, silver eyes, and a fair complexion entered. As if her eyes weren't strange enough, the girl wore a man's kimono (Hermione had forced them to read during the summer) A/N: For those of you who are unfamiliar with what a kimono is… SILLY GOOSES! Anyway, it's a loose robe traditionally worn by Japanese, though for the males, instead of a robe, it's usually an outfit that has a shirt with a sash in the front with very wide sleeves and pants that are very loose around the legs.
Many people sniggered at the girl's appearance. "Nice kimono," sniggered Ron.
It seemed everyone was staring at the girl as she stood in the doorway. Harry glanced up at Dumbledore, who nodded to the girl and gestured her inside.
The girl, who looked to be about Harry's age, nodded, and entered, eyes averted from everyone. She walked, eyes still down at the floor, over to the guest table. She stood in front of Lupin and Sirius, and very quietly asked, "May I sit here?"
"Yeah."
"Sure."
Sirius and Lupin quickly moved over, both obviously intrigued by this girl. She sat down, still looking intently at her shoes, her delicate face a scarlet.
After about five minutes, Hermione attempted to begin conversation. "So, erm, what did you say your name was?" she asked interestedly.
At last, the girl looked up. "I didn't. My name is Wren Isaacs. And you are?" she said, giving a brief smile to Hermione, who returned it.
"Hermione. Hermione Granger. That's Ron Weasley, and sitting next to him is Harry Potter. This is Professor Lupin, and Siri- -- oof!" Harry quickly stepped on her foot.
Wren smiled. "It's all right. He was framed. I know," she said.
"How did you know that?" Harry asked curiously.
"Erm, it'd be best if I wait to tell you that," Wren said, looking behind her.
"Er, okay."
An hour passed, and by that time, everyone was very full. Harry's waistline was bulging, and he was reclining in his chair.
Suddenly, with bursts of green flames from all over the Great Hall, at least a dozen Death Eaters appeared, wands out. Screams erupted from the tables.
"Damn," muttered Wren. She got up, and Harry latched onto her forearm. She looked down at his hand, confused.
"Wait! What are you doing?" Harry demanded, not letting go.
Wren gave a small smile. "Harry, have you heard of that horrible beast that Voldemort trained to attack his foes?" she asked.
Harry found this a rather odd question. "Yeah, so?" he said quickly. Harry released her arm.
Wren smiled again. "Well, that's me."