*Chapter 8*
Sorry I left such a big cliffhanger, but I didn't know which house to put her in. My mind couldn't choose between the two houses. So. I hope you all will like this chapter and review.
And. before I confuse more people. Emma Geller is not Rachel and Ross's daughter from Friends. But. I did steal. I mean. borrowed her name. Just to let everyone know. This is not a Friends crossover!
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"Ah - " The sorting hat spoke. "Another Potter I see. But how can that be?" Yasmin felt very nervous and a little bit scared. "Interesting, this won't be easy. You have loyalty, but your Braveness and intellect are more outstanding than loyalty. And, Ah- "
"What is that Ah- supposed to mean?" Yasmin asked nervously as she fidgeted a little.
"A Gift."
"A Gift?"
"A gift rather similar to - "
"Rather similar to what?" Yasmin asked curiously.
"Unlike your brother, Slytherin wouldn't suit you. Ravenclaw might help. But there is another house that would be better." The hat continued.
"What hous - "
"GRYFFINDOR!" The Hat shouted so suddenly that Yasmin almost fell off the stool. Loud cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table.
Yasmin stumbled off the stool and took off the hat, and whispered 'thank you' to the hat as she placed it on the stool. She walked quickly to the Gryffindor table with a grin. Her grin would have been wider, if she had not been having so many questions in her head. Yasmin finally reached the table and sat next to Emma, who had a huge smile on her face.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a Potter?" Emma asked, still smiling.
"I didn't get to." Yasmin said, and looked at the other people at the table. Many of them were looking at her interestedly; others were giving her funny looks. Harry and Hermione were smiling at her, while Ron was talking to a red headed girl, next to him, who was looking at Yasmin with great curiosity and surprise. Yasmin watched a few more first years get sorted. As she watched, questions began forming in her head.
A gift? What kind of gift? And it is similar to what? Harry was supposed to be in Slytherin? Why is it insulting to be in Hufflepuff? Why is that Lisa girl staring at loathingly? Where did all this food come from?
Yasmin stared at the food hungrily. She had been thinking too much to notice that she was starving. But, where did the food come from? Yasmin noticed that everyone was looking at the old man on stage, Yasmin looked at him too, just in time too see and hear him say, 'Tuck In'. Everybody began filling his or her own plates with food, Yasmin followed suit.
Yasmin stood sleepily next to Emma; the prefect was about to bring the first years to the common room. Emma, too, was sleepy. They didn't talk much as they walked out of the hall, following the prefect. Just as Yasmin was about to climb up the stairs, just like the others, someone grabbed her arm, startling her.
"Harry?"
"We're supposed to meet Dumbledore." Harry said.
"We are?" Yasmin asked, getting sleepy again.
"Dumbledore announced it in the great hall. You didn't hear?"
Yasmin shook her head.
"We better get going." Harry said as he gestured her to follow him. Yasmin followed him sleepily.
Yasmin leaned groggily against the stoned wall as Harry, Ron and Hermione tried to guess the password to Dumbledore's office. She would have found the sweets mentioned by the trio as they guessed the password amusing, if she wasn't so sleepy.
"Chocolate frogs." Ron guessed getting rather fed up.
"Acid pops" Harry guessed, but the Gargoyle still didn't move.
"Hershey's?" Hermione took her turn. The gargoyle stood still. Ron and Harry, without planning, at the same time got frustrated and kicked the gargoyle.
"Why didn't Dumbledore just give you the password?" Ron asked, frustrated, as he kicked the gargoyle statue.
"Are you mad? If he announced his password, the whole school would know, and that just defeats the whole purpose of having a password." Hermione said.
Ron glared Hermione, but Hermione gave him a small sarcastic smile in return. Harry kept thinking of the password, but he had named every sweet he could think of.
"Anymore ideas?" Harry asked. Ron and Hermione shook their heads; they too had nothing else they could think of. Harry stared gargoyle, thinking of what the password could be.
"Do you have any sweet that might be the password in mind?" Harry asked Yasmin, who was now half asleep against the gargoyle.
"Yeah." Yasmin said sleepily. "Gummy bears."
The gargoyle sprang to life and jumped aside. Hermione and Ron stared at the gargoyle with bemused faces. Harry gave a small laugh, and Yasmin was now awake because of the gargoyle, and that the fact that its password was 'Gummy bears'.
"I was only kidding." Yasmin mumbled as they went up the spiral stairs. As they climbed, an old man with a long white beard and hair, stood at the top.
"Finally, all of you have arrived. I apologize for not telling you my password. I was just about to go down, incase you couldn't get in, but I see, you've manage to. Come in, we'll talk inside." The old man said, as he studied them through his half moon glasses.
The four of them, followed him into his office. Yasmin was overall; amazed by the whole room, but what caught her eye was a bird sitting on a golden perch, by the door. She gazed at the bird, it seemed magical, and the bird returned her gaze.
"That's Fawkes. He's a phoenix." Harry whispered in her ear. Upon hearing that Fawkes was a phoenix, she stared at it even more.
"You must have been wondering why Professor Mcgonagall had seemed surprised, even though she was the one who usually sends out the letters." The old man said. Yasmin stopped staring at Fawkes, and listened to the man.
"Well, this year, she wasn't the one who sent the letters out. I requested to do it, when I noticed another potter in the book. Professor Mcgonagall didn't get a chance to look at it, and I thought it would be highly amusing to see her find out during the sorting." The old man continued.
"But, if you were the one who sent the letters, why was Mcgonagall's name written at the bottom?" Hermione asked.
"I didn't write Albus Dumbledore because, I was only doing it for this year, it would be quite unnecessary and confusing if I used my name this year, and switched back to mcgonagall the next." Dumbledore said. Yasmin finally knew his name.
"You didn't find it odd that there was another potter?" Yasmin finally asked.
"I did at first. But after thinking, I figured out that you were most probably the girl who is famously known as the muggle child. Your special birth was on the news for weeks." Dumbledore said.
"She's famous too?" Ron exclaimed and Dumbledore nodded, answering him.
"Blo - I mean, I guess, Potter's are meant to be famous." Ron added.
"But, sir, do you think there may be any side effects or some sort, since muggle science always has a side effect." Harry asked.
"I myself do not know Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said. "It's getting late, all of you better get some sleep for tomorrows classes."
The four thanked Dumbledore and left the office. They walked through the dark empty hallway, talking about what they discussed in Dumbledore's office.
"Maybe, this might get into the future Hogwarts a History." Ron said jokingly as they said the password (Hidden Dragon) and climbed through the hole into the common room.
"Hogwarts a history?" Yasmin wondered out loud.
"It's a book - " Hermione began.
"That nobody wants to read." Harry added, only to receive a threatening glare from Hermione.
"It's a book about the Hogwarts." Hermione said again.
"Sounds interesting." Yasmin commented.
"Harry, you better watch out, Yasmin might be another Hermione." Ron teased. Hermione rolled her eyes and went up to her dorm. The rest followed.
As Yasmin entered her dorm, the room fell silent. The silence was too unnatural; it was as if a few people had just finished quarreling. She thought it was her imagination, but she soon confirmed that it wasn't just her, when she saw Emma sitting at the edge of her bed (the second bed from the left) looking particularly unhappy, while the hangings of the other three beds were drawn together.
"What's wrong?" Yasmin asked. She couldn't help, but feel as if a few other people were listening.
"Nothing." Emma said. "It's just that, I'm definitely not going to bother about goons!" Emma said loudly and pointedly to the other three girls hidden behind the hangings of their bed. And with that Emma went onto her own bed and pull the hangings together, leaving Yasmin curious about what had happened.
Yasmin climbed onto her own bed that was next to Emma's bed, on the left, and pulled the hanging together, and fell asleep almost instantly.
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I'm done. Sorry if this chapter is boring? Is it? Review and tell me. Hehe. I know I put her in Gryffindor, typical. But my story wont work very well if I put her in Ravenclaw.
Read my other stories: Repeating History and The key to killing Harry Potter.
REVIEW!!
Sorry I left such a big cliffhanger, but I didn't know which house to put her in. My mind couldn't choose between the two houses. So. I hope you all will like this chapter and review.
And. before I confuse more people. Emma Geller is not Rachel and Ross's daughter from Friends. But. I did steal. I mean. borrowed her name. Just to let everyone know. This is not a Friends crossover!
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"Ah - " The sorting hat spoke. "Another Potter I see. But how can that be?" Yasmin felt very nervous and a little bit scared. "Interesting, this won't be easy. You have loyalty, but your Braveness and intellect are more outstanding than loyalty. And, Ah- "
"What is that Ah- supposed to mean?" Yasmin asked nervously as she fidgeted a little.
"A Gift."
"A Gift?"
"A gift rather similar to - "
"Rather similar to what?" Yasmin asked curiously.
"Unlike your brother, Slytherin wouldn't suit you. Ravenclaw might help. But there is another house that would be better." The hat continued.
"What hous - "
"GRYFFINDOR!" The Hat shouted so suddenly that Yasmin almost fell off the stool. Loud cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table.
Yasmin stumbled off the stool and took off the hat, and whispered 'thank you' to the hat as she placed it on the stool. She walked quickly to the Gryffindor table with a grin. Her grin would have been wider, if she had not been having so many questions in her head. Yasmin finally reached the table and sat next to Emma, who had a huge smile on her face.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a Potter?" Emma asked, still smiling.
"I didn't get to." Yasmin said, and looked at the other people at the table. Many of them were looking at her interestedly; others were giving her funny looks. Harry and Hermione were smiling at her, while Ron was talking to a red headed girl, next to him, who was looking at Yasmin with great curiosity and surprise. Yasmin watched a few more first years get sorted. As she watched, questions began forming in her head.
A gift? What kind of gift? And it is similar to what? Harry was supposed to be in Slytherin? Why is it insulting to be in Hufflepuff? Why is that Lisa girl staring at loathingly? Where did all this food come from?
Yasmin stared at the food hungrily. She had been thinking too much to notice that she was starving. But, where did the food come from? Yasmin noticed that everyone was looking at the old man on stage, Yasmin looked at him too, just in time too see and hear him say, 'Tuck In'. Everybody began filling his or her own plates with food, Yasmin followed suit.
Yasmin stood sleepily next to Emma; the prefect was about to bring the first years to the common room. Emma, too, was sleepy. They didn't talk much as they walked out of the hall, following the prefect. Just as Yasmin was about to climb up the stairs, just like the others, someone grabbed her arm, startling her.
"Harry?"
"We're supposed to meet Dumbledore." Harry said.
"We are?" Yasmin asked, getting sleepy again.
"Dumbledore announced it in the great hall. You didn't hear?"
Yasmin shook her head.
"We better get going." Harry said as he gestured her to follow him. Yasmin followed him sleepily.
Yasmin leaned groggily against the stoned wall as Harry, Ron and Hermione tried to guess the password to Dumbledore's office. She would have found the sweets mentioned by the trio as they guessed the password amusing, if she wasn't so sleepy.
"Chocolate frogs." Ron guessed getting rather fed up.
"Acid pops" Harry guessed, but the Gargoyle still didn't move.
"Hershey's?" Hermione took her turn. The gargoyle stood still. Ron and Harry, without planning, at the same time got frustrated and kicked the gargoyle.
"Why didn't Dumbledore just give you the password?" Ron asked, frustrated, as he kicked the gargoyle statue.
"Are you mad? If he announced his password, the whole school would know, and that just defeats the whole purpose of having a password." Hermione said.
Ron glared Hermione, but Hermione gave him a small sarcastic smile in return. Harry kept thinking of the password, but he had named every sweet he could think of.
"Anymore ideas?" Harry asked. Ron and Hermione shook their heads; they too had nothing else they could think of. Harry stared gargoyle, thinking of what the password could be.
"Do you have any sweet that might be the password in mind?" Harry asked Yasmin, who was now half asleep against the gargoyle.
"Yeah." Yasmin said sleepily. "Gummy bears."
The gargoyle sprang to life and jumped aside. Hermione and Ron stared at the gargoyle with bemused faces. Harry gave a small laugh, and Yasmin was now awake because of the gargoyle, and that the fact that its password was 'Gummy bears'.
"I was only kidding." Yasmin mumbled as they went up the spiral stairs. As they climbed, an old man with a long white beard and hair, stood at the top.
"Finally, all of you have arrived. I apologize for not telling you my password. I was just about to go down, incase you couldn't get in, but I see, you've manage to. Come in, we'll talk inside." The old man said, as he studied them through his half moon glasses.
The four of them, followed him into his office. Yasmin was overall; amazed by the whole room, but what caught her eye was a bird sitting on a golden perch, by the door. She gazed at the bird, it seemed magical, and the bird returned her gaze.
"That's Fawkes. He's a phoenix." Harry whispered in her ear. Upon hearing that Fawkes was a phoenix, she stared at it even more.
"You must have been wondering why Professor Mcgonagall had seemed surprised, even though she was the one who usually sends out the letters." The old man said. Yasmin stopped staring at Fawkes, and listened to the man.
"Well, this year, she wasn't the one who sent the letters out. I requested to do it, when I noticed another potter in the book. Professor Mcgonagall didn't get a chance to look at it, and I thought it would be highly amusing to see her find out during the sorting." The old man continued.
"But, if you were the one who sent the letters, why was Mcgonagall's name written at the bottom?" Hermione asked.
"I didn't write Albus Dumbledore because, I was only doing it for this year, it would be quite unnecessary and confusing if I used my name this year, and switched back to mcgonagall the next." Dumbledore said. Yasmin finally knew his name.
"You didn't find it odd that there was another potter?" Yasmin finally asked.
"I did at first. But after thinking, I figured out that you were most probably the girl who is famously known as the muggle child. Your special birth was on the news for weeks." Dumbledore said.
"She's famous too?" Ron exclaimed and Dumbledore nodded, answering him.
"Blo - I mean, I guess, Potter's are meant to be famous." Ron added.
"But, sir, do you think there may be any side effects or some sort, since muggle science always has a side effect." Harry asked.
"I myself do not know Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said. "It's getting late, all of you better get some sleep for tomorrows classes."
The four thanked Dumbledore and left the office. They walked through the dark empty hallway, talking about what they discussed in Dumbledore's office.
"Maybe, this might get into the future Hogwarts a History." Ron said jokingly as they said the password (Hidden Dragon) and climbed through the hole into the common room.
"Hogwarts a history?" Yasmin wondered out loud.
"It's a book - " Hermione began.
"That nobody wants to read." Harry added, only to receive a threatening glare from Hermione.
"It's a book about the Hogwarts." Hermione said again.
"Sounds interesting." Yasmin commented.
"Harry, you better watch out, Yasmin might be another Hermione." Ron teased. Hermione rolled her eyes and went up to her dorm. The rest followed.
As Yasmin entered her dorm, the room fell silent. The silence was too unnatural; it was as if a few people had just finished quarreling. She thought it was her imagination, but she soon confirmed that it wasn't just her, when she saw Emma sitting at the edge of her bed (the second bed from the left) looking particularly unhappy, while the hangings of the other three beds were drawn together.
"What's wrong?" Yasmin asked. She couldn't help, but feel as if a few other people were listening.
"Nothing." Emma said. "It's just that, I'm definitely not going to bother about goons!" Emma said loudly and pointedly to the other three girls hidden behind the hangings of their bed. And with that Emma went onto her own bed and pull the hangings together, leaving Yasmin curious about what had happened.
Yasmin climbed onto her own bed that was next to Emma's bed, on the left, and pulled the hanging together, and fell asleep almost instantly.
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I'm done. Sorry if this chapter is boring? Is it? Review and tell me. Hehe. I know I put her in Gryffindor, typical. But my story wont work very well if I put her in Ravenclaw.
Read my other stories: Repeating History and The key to killing Harry Potter.
REVIEW!!