Title: Harry Potter and the Staff of Slytherin
Summary: A friend of Harry's comes to visit, and with her come strange things. What does she have to do with the new events?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related things belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., inc.
Rating: PG-13 for Violence, Language, and minor Sexual Content
Pairing: Harry Potter/Invented Character, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Authors Note: I only post new chapter once I am satisfied with the reviews. Please review if you read it. (in other words, chapter four is already finished and I am waiting for at least ten reviews from this chappie) And I am hoping that I will get enough reviews through it all, but there's going to be a lot of chapters. Sorry these chapters are short, but that's just the way I write em... plus, they seemed a lot longer on microsoft word. Roxoan: Harry's a bit dense. When he doesn't know something, his mind always seems to completely block it off until he feels like processing it. He's a smart boy, so once he finds out facts face to face, then his brain cogs start turning. And she is a witch. You just wait... everything will come together once it's a little far along.
Chapter 3
The New Student
"You fancy her," Hermione said in her know it all voice as they walked on to the train "I can see it."
"I do not!" Harry protested.
Ron was a bit pink "You have to admit mate, she is rather pretty."
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I fancy her!"
Ginny was grinning "You never know, denial isn't just a river."
"Ha, very ha," Harry opened the nearest compartment and found it empty. Together Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny walked into the compartment and shut the door behind them. Almost immediately the attitude changed. "So, Ron, Bill said something about attacks in America?"
"Yeah, Bill said that some muggles in America were put under the imperious curse. One of them jumped off a sky scraper in Boston with the dark mark written on his chest," Harry's eyes widened. Why hadn't he heard about this?
"No joke," Ginny jumped in "The Ministry in America had to clean it up, and boy was there a mess. Erasing memories left and right, cleaning up the splattered blood." Everyone made a face at the thought of it.
"Do they know who it was? The person who died I mean."
"Well Harry," Hermione inhaled deeply "They have an idea, but no one's really sure. I think the name was..." she paused for a minute "Jacob Lieberman... or Joseph, and maybe a Lieben. Sorry," she blushed "but I can't really remember. But he had an identification on him. When the Ministry checked it out, there were no records of him, none whatsoever. And none in the muggle records either."
Harry thought about what Hermione had said. Michelle's uncle's name was Jonathan. Maybe she knew something about it. Harry shut his eyes in frustration. All these people were being hurt. What was the reason?
"Harry, mate. You alright?" Ron put a hand on his shoulder.
"What? Oh... Yeah..." Harry rubbed his eyes and began to stare out the window.
"Well, I have to go to the front compartment," said Hermione in an important voice, trying to lighten the mood "I'm a head girl."
Ron placed an arm around her to congratulate her, but moments later pulled it away, blushing. "Well... um... that's great... Hermione."
"You have to go there too Ron, prefects are wanted as well."
Ron shrugged "Sorry Harry." Harry wanted to reply, but then Ginny stood up as well.
"I'm a prefect too... so... will you be alright alone?"
Harry was crushed, but that didn't matter. He was supposed to feel happy for them, but when would something good come to him too? He continued this thought as everyone left.
Everyone in this world, no matter who, saw him as the boy who lived. His friends had first introduced themselves because of this. The Slytherins hated him for it. Only those in the muggle world didn't see him as 'the Boy Who Lived.'
"The Boy Who fucking Lived my arse," he mumbled "It's not like I'm actually happy through it all anyway."
Harry waited for someone to come in, and just his luck, no one did. His train ride was a very lonely one.
Harry sat in the Great Hall at the very end of the table, waiting for the sorting ceremony to end. Lots of frightened little children shook under the sorting hat as Professor McGonagall called their names.
"Prudence Quill!" a small shaking girl made her way up the hat and sat down underneath it. One moment and the sorting hat called out her house.
"Hufflepuff!" and a loud cheer ensued from the Hufflepuff table.
That was the last child, and as she sat down in her seat, old Professor Dumbledore stood up, addressing the whole school. In a matter of moments the whole room was silent. "As some of you know, sometimes a child gets the chance to move and see new places. It has been a long time since a child has transferred to Hogwarts, because of the danger in the past years. The last one, I believe, was seven sortings ago. But now I would like to welcome our newest student to be sorted, if she would so graciously show herself.
The Great Hall doors opened and a girl completely covered in a black cloak walked into the room. She pulled back her hood, and there, standing before everyone, her long brown hair tied back and her dark Hazel eyes shining, was none other than...
"Michelle Lieberman!" Mcgonagall called out.
Everyone stared at her as she sat down under the hat. When the all telling hat was placed on her head, everyone waited. She sat there grinning, as if the hat had just told her a joke.
Harry noticed that Malfoy was grinning. When Harry made eye contact with him, Draco mouthed "She's going to be a Slythering, Potter," as if Malfoy knew something he didn't.
"GRYFFINDOR!" she stood up and winked at Dumbledore, who's eyes twinkled right back then walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down right next to Harry.
"Long time no see," and he just stared wide eyed as she laughed.
"How... you... what?"
"It's a long story, but I wasn't lying when I said I was going to school in the United Kingdom. I figured it would be better if I was closer to you guys, seeing as my uncle just passed away." She wasn't laughing anymore, but there was still a smile on her face, a plastered smile that wasn't real.
"Your uncle... Uncle Jonathan? Was he the one who was put under the Imperious Curse?"
Michelle's mask completely shattered, and she started to cry. Harry put an arm around her and waited for her tears to stop falling. He would wait until another time to get the full explanation.
Summary: A friend of Harry's comes to visit, and with her come strange things. What does she have to do with the new events?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related things belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., inc.
Rating: PG-13 for Violence, Language, and minor Sexual Content
Pairing: Harry Potter/Invented Character, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Authors Note: I only post new chapter once I am satisfied with the reviews. Please review if you read it. (in other words, chapter four is already finished and I am waiting for at least ten reviews from this chappie) And I am hoping that I will get enough reviews through it all, but there's going to be a lot of chapters. Sorry these chapters are short, but that's just the way I write em... plus, they seemed a lot longer on microsoft word. Roxoan: Harry's a bit dense. When he doesn't know something, his mind always seems to completely block it off until he feels like processing it. He's a smart boy, so once he finds out facts face to face, then his brain cogs start turning. And she is a witch. You just wait... everything will come together once it's a little far along.
Chapter 3
The New Student
"You fancy her," Hermione said in her know it all voice as they walked on to the train "I can see it."
"I do not!" Harry protested.
Ron was a bit pink "You have to admit mate, she is rather pretty."
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I fancy her!"
Ginny was grinning "You never know, denial isn't just a river."
"Ha, very ha," Harry opened the nearest compartment and found it empty. Together Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny walked into the compartment and shut the door behind them. Almost immediately the attitude changed. "So, Ron, Bill said something about attacks in America?"
"Yeah, Bill said that some muggles in America were put under the imperious curse. One of them jumped off a sky scraper in Boston with the dark mark written on his chest," Harry's eyes widened. Why hadn't he heard about this?
"No joke," Ginny jumped in "The Ministry in America had to clean it up, and boy was there a mess. Erasing memories left and right, cleaning up the splattered blood." Everyone made a face at the thought of it.
"Do they know who it was? The person who died I mean."
"Well Harry," Hermione inhaled deeply "They have an idea, but no one's really sure. I think the name was..." she paused for a minute "Jacob Lieberman... or Joseph, and maybe a Lieben. Sorry," she blushed "but I can't really remember. But he had an identification on him. When the Ministry checked it out, there were no records of him, none whatsoever. And none in the muggle records either."
Harry thought about what Hermione had said. Michelle's uncle's name was Jonathan. Maybe she knew something about it. Harry shut his eyes in frustration. All these people were being hurt. What was the reason?
"Harry, mate. You alright?" Ron put a hand on his shoulder.
"What? Oh... Yeah..." Harry rubbed his eyes and began to stare out the window.
"Well, I have to go to the front compartment," said Hermione in an important voice, trying to lighten the mood "I'm a head girl."
Ron placed an arm around her to congratulate her, but moments later pulled it away, blushing. "Well... um... that's great... Hermione."
"You have to go there too Ron, prefects are wanted as well."
Ron shrugged "Sorry Harry." Harry wanted to reply, but then Ginny stood up as well.
"I'm a prefect too... so... will you be alright alone?"
Harry was crushed, but that didn't matter. He was supposed to feel happy for them, but when would something good come to him too? He continued this thought as everyone left.
Everyone in this world, no matter who, saw him as the boy who lived. His friends had first introduced themselves because of this. The Slytherins hated him for it. Only those in the muggle world didn't see him as 'the Boy Who Lived.'
"The Boy Who fucking Lived my arse," he mumbled "It's not like I'm actually happy through it all anyway."
Harry waited for someone to come in, and just his luck, no one did. His train ride was a very lonely one.
Harry sat in the Great Hall at the very end of the table, waiting for the sorting ceremony to end. Lots of frightened little children shook under the sorting hat as Professor McGonagall called their names.
"Prudence Quill!" a small shaking girl made her way up the hat and sat down underneath it. One moment and the sorting hat called out her house.
"Hufflepuff!" and a loud cheer ensued from the Hufflepuff table.
That was the last child, and as she sat down in her seat, old Professor Dumbledore stood up, addressing the whole school. In a matter of moments the whole room was silent. "As some of you know, sometimes a child gets the chance to move and see new places. It has been a long time since a child has transferred to Hogwarts, because of the danger in the past years. The last one, I believe, was seven sortings ago. But now I would like to welcome our newest student to be sorted, if she would so graciously show herself.
The Great Hall doors opened and a girl completely covered in a black cloak walked into the room. She pulled back her hood, and there, standing before everyone, her long brown hair tied back and her dark Hazel eyes shining, was none other than...
"Michelle Lieberman!" Mcgonagall called out.
Everyone stared at her as she sat down under the hat. When the all telling hat was placed on her head, everyone waited. She sat there grinning, as if the hat had just told her a joke.
Harry noticed that Malfoy was grinning. When Harry made eye contact with him, Draco mouthed "She's going to be a Slythering, Potter," as if Malfoy knew something he didn't.
"GRYFFINDOR!" she stood up and winked at Dumbledore, who's eyes twinkled right back then walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down right next to Harry.
"Long time no see," and he just stared wide eyed as she laughed.
"How... you... what?"
"It's a long story, but I wasn't lying when I said I was going to school in the United Kingdom. I figured it would be better if I was closer to you guys, seeing as my uncle just passed away." She wasn't laughing anymore, but there was still a smile on her face, a plastered smile that wasn't real.
"Your uncle... Uncle Jonathan? Was he the one who was put under the Imperious Curse?"
Michelle's mask completely shattered, and she started to cry. Harry put an arm around her and waited for her tears to stop falling. He would wait until another time to get the full explanation.