Hello again! I'm back, this time with a new story co-written with the wonderful Isis Malfoy!
Over a few long sessions on AOL Instant Messenger, and a plot bunny that sorta stuck, we
present for your enjoyment..........
"Harry Potter and the Circle of Vengence"!!!!!
Isis: Oh...DRAMATIC.....not
CotD: Bite me.
Severus: Watch it, mutt lover, she'll do it.
Sirius: Hey!
Isis: Can we begin please?
CotD: ;;; ok...but first a warning. Do NOT FLAME me for our OC. We tried very hard to keep her
from being a Mary-Sue!!! If we get FLAMED, the offender will know the wraith of Hell. Have
a nice day now.....
Disclamer: I do not own HP. J.K. Rowling does. I also do not own the Latajang, which will be in later chapters.
That's the property of the one and only Freelancer!
BTW, Fred and George are still here because I want them to be!
P.S Freelancer.....Humphrey Boggart....XD
Chapter 1: A kidnapping Gone Wrong
The night was darkening as the students stepped out onto the walkway of
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The stars above twinkled like
miniature diamonds above them. Harry Potter, along with Ginny, Ron, Hermione,
and Neville, walked up to the large oak doors and pushed one open. Inside it was
warm and dry, as opposed to the cool, misty grounds of the school.
" I can't believe it's our 6th year." said Hermione in awe. Ron sighed in a way
that meant he was thinking only that one year more lay ahead of them before
freedom.
" I can't believe I LIVED to my 6th year." Muttered Harry, with a giggle from
Ginny.
" Don't worry, Harry. You'll be fine." He smiled appreciativly back at her. Neville,
he noticed, was gone, most likely looking for Trevor. But he stopped suddenly when
he ran into someone in front of him.
" Oy! Sorry there!" He said as he looked up. A girl with clumped brown bangs and a
long braid was looking at him strangely with her grey-brown eyes. She smiled, a pretty,
confident smile, and lent him her hand to get up.
" It iz alright" She said in a slight Russian accent. Harry took her hand and got up.
" Thanks um-"
" Miss Grey! Please come with me!" Came a voice from the lower door. It was the
Deputy Headmistress's voice, and it seemed rather testy. Miss Grey seemed to know
the danger signs and she ran off towards the Transfiguration teacher's voice.
" Bye then. By the way, My name is Sopra Grey!" And then Sopra disappeared
around the corner.
" Wow. She's hot....." said Ron under his breath. Hermione jabbed him in the ribs,
causing him to gulp and keep silent until they reached the Griffindor table. Harry took
a glance up at the Head Table and managed to get the Headmaster's attention. Professor
Dumbledore winked down at him as he listened to a joke tiny Professor Flitwick was telling
him. Harry calmed down for the moment.
" Ah!", said Ron loudly " Fresh meat!" Harry turned to the doors, where
Professor Mcgonagall was leading in the first years. Though she was much older, Sopra
Grey was behind her at the head of the line of students. Professor Mcgonagall gave the three
of them a swift smile as she passed thier table. All three smiled back. She placed the Hat on it's
stool, and stood back as it sang it's newest song:
" Oh, a long time ago, in this very land,
Four friends stood to make a plan
To educate the magic world with a gentle hand.
Great Gryffindor, strong and true
Lady Ravenclaw, lovely and wise
Sly Slytherin, dark and cunning
Kind Hufflepuff, so sweet and pure.
These founders four created a house
That suited each thier dreams
And so our Hogwarts began in earnest
A thousand years long past!
So slip me on, and don't be scared!
I won't steer you wrong!
Just try me on, I'm a perfect fit
Because I'm the Sorting Hat!
Everyone cheered as the song ended, and the hat gave a bow, which was more like a
bend of it's tip. Mcgonagall came forward again.
" Attention, students! Before be begin the sorting of the first years, we have a transfer student
from Russia joining us for her last year of schooling." said the Deputy Headmistress to the hall.
Unrolling her long parchment, she called out the name.
" Grey, Sopra!" Sopra smiled and strolled up to the sorting hat, which Mcgonagall placed on
her head. A little voice opened up in the girl's mind, no one else would hear what it said. (A/N:
This is just so you know what's going on, I'm not really changing the POV)
'hmmmmnnn.....Cunning. and intelligent. Very ambitious.....hmmm.....very
interesting. I think Slytherin is for you. You will do well among those who are crafty.'
' NO!!!!' Sopra said to the hat.
' No? I'm sorry, but there is no other house you match!'
' Gryffindor!'
' No'
' yes! I must be in Gryffindor! I MUST!'
'fine fine'
" GRYFFINDOR!!"
Harry and the others clapped happily as Sopra took a seat on Harry's left, between
him and Ron. She smiled at him, and Harry found a blush creeping up on
his face. Turning away, he listened as " Bloom, Cathrine" became a Ravenclaw. Soon it
seemed that it was all over, and Dumbledore stood up to give his speach. Harry, though,
really didn't have time. His stomach felt like it was completly devoid of any substance. Those
around him seemed to agree.
" The forest is, as usual, off limits. Also, Mr. Filch has an updated list of banned objects,
which I won't mention since I, like most of you, am starving. Tuck in!" He sat down to a
flurry of cheers and whistles from the appreciative student body. Hermione poked Harry
and Ron, as she looked up at the Head Table. Professor Mcgonagall was glaring at
Dumbledore like she felt like hitting him on the head. He noticed and tried to pay attention
to his plate in order to avoid a full-scale Evil Eye from his deputy. Harry didn't blame him.
" My, she's almost as scary az my grand-papa." Sopra said, alarmed at the look on the
Deputy Headmistress's face. Ginny giggled.
" He must be a fierce old fellow then, 'cause Professor Mcgonagall is scary when she
wants to be."
" Was. He was killed in World War II." Ginny gulped, and her ears went red like Ron's
when he did something wrong or was embaressed.
" Sorry." She said meekly back.
" It's ok. I didn't know him that well." And then the topic turned to other things, like
who was to win the World Quidditch Cup, and the new candy Zonko's was said to be
creating.
School that year began slowly, but soon picked up to the point where even Hermione
and Sopra, who turned out to be very smart, were hurrying to keep up.
" And here I though last year was the pits!" Harry said in desperation three weeks into
the school year to Sopra.
" Well, your almost done with school. Zey want you to be perfect 'Arry" she said, smiling
sweetly. Ron threw down his quill after this statement, saying he needed air. Sopra seemed
to like the idea, for her eyes lit up with and idea.
" Sounds good. Hey 'Arry, up for ah game of Quidditch, no?"
" M'kay. But what about Ron?" Her step faltered at this, but she turned around anyway.
" Don't you think he's a vlittle busy with hiz anger? C'mon now!" Sopra grabbed his arm
and led him down to the pitch, where Harry had left his Firebolt for safekeeping. It seemed
odd to him that they went around the back, where the boundary of the school was gone, but
he made no comment. As he bent down to grab his broom, a hand clamped over his mouth
and another held him still. He struggled in vain to warn Sopra of the intruder, but her voice was
behind him.
" My lord will be happy I got you. A game of Quidditch, hah! Your so naive boy." It was
Sopra, but her accent had all but dissapeared. She had not just come from Russia, she
was a Death Eater...........Harry got his wand out and prepared to zap her with a Befuddlement
Jinx. Unfortunatly, she touched a boot-portkey at the moment Harry found a voice to yell with.
" Arrgh!" Sopra cried, as they swirled around in a misty place Harry
didn't recognize.
Flashes of lightning and boom of thunder blasted around them, making both dizzy. Right
before the sensation stopped, Sopra lost her grip on him, and they each spun in opposite
directions.
Hehehehehehe. Well, what do you think? Please review and let Isis and I know!
a note: Yes, I know Sopra says she didnt know 'er grand-papa too well. Stories about him is all she has.
Over a few long sessions on AOL Instant Messenger, and a plot bunny that sorta stuck, we
present for your enjoyment..........
"Harry Potter and the Circle of Vengence"!!!!!
Isis: Oh...DRAMATIC.....not
CotD: Bite me.
Severus: Watch it, mutt lover, she'll do it.
Sirius: Hey!
Isis: Can we begin please?
CotD: ;;; ok...but first a warning. Do NOT FLAME me for our OC. We tried very hard to keep her
from being a Mary-Sue!!! If we get FLAMED, the offender will know the wraith of Hell. Have
a nice day now.....
Disclamer: I do not own HP. J.K. Rowling does. I also do not own the Latajang, which will be in later chapters.
That's the property of the one and only Freelancer!
BTW, Fred and George are still here because I want them to be!
P.S Freelancer.....Humphrey Boggart....XD
Chapter 1: A kidnapping Gone Wrong
The night was darkening as the students stepped out onto the walkway of
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The stars above twinkled like
miniature diamonds above them. Harry Potter, along with Ginny, Ron, Hermione,
and Neville, walked up to the large oak doors and pushed one open. Inside it was
warm and dry, as opposed to the cool, misty grounds of the school.
" I can't believe it's our 6th year." said Hermione in awe. Ron sighed in a way
that meant he was thinking only that one year more lay ahead of them before
freedom.
" I can't believe I LIVED to my 6th year." Muttered Harry, with a giggle from
Ginny.
" Don't worry, Harry. You'll be fine." He smiled appreciativly back at her. Neville,
he noticed, was gone, most likely looking for Trevor. But he stopped suddenly when
he ran into someone in front of him.
" Oy! Sorry there!" He said as he looked up. A girl with clumped brown bangs and a
long braid was looking at him strangely with her grey-brown eyes. She smiled, a pretty,
confident smile, and lent him her hand to get up.
" It iz alright" She said in a slight Russian accent. Harry took her hand and got up.
" Thanks um-"
" Miss Grey! Please come with me!" Came a voice from the lower door. It was the
Deputy Headmistress's voice, and it seemed rather testy. Miss Grey seemed to know
the danger signs and she ran off towards the Transfiguration teacher's voice.
" Bye then. By the way, My name is Sopra Grey!" And then Sopra disappeared
around the corner.
" Wow. She's hot....." said Ron under his breath. Hermione jabbed him in the ribs,
causing him to gulp and keep silent until they reached the Griffindor table. Harry took
a glance up at the Head Table and managed to get the Headmaster's attention. Professor
Dumbledore winked down at him as he listened to a joke tiny Professor Flitwick was telling
him. Harry calmed down for the moment.
" Ah!", said Ron loudly " Fresh meat!" Harry turned to the doors, where
Professor Mcgonagall was leading in the first years. Though she was much older, Sopra
Grey was behind her at the head of the line of students. Professor Mcgonagall gave the three
of them a swift smile as she passed thier table. All three smiled back. She placed the Hat on it's
stool, and stood back as it sang it's newest song:
" Oh, a long time ago, in this very land,
Four friends stood to make a plan
To educate the magic world with a gentle hand.
Great Gryffindor, strong and true
Lady Ravenclaw, lovely and wise
Sly Slytherin, dark and cunning
Kind Hufflepuff, so sweet and pure.
These founders four created a house
That suited each thier dreams
And so our Hogwarts began in earnest
A thousand years long past!
So slip me on, and don't be scared!
I won't steer you wrong!
Just try me on, I'm a perfect fit
Because I'm the Sorting Hat!
Everyone cheered as the song ended, and the hat gave a bow, which was more like a
bend of it's tip. Mcgonagall came forward again.
" Attention, students! Before be begin the sorting of the first years, we have a transfer student
from Russia joining us for her last year of schooling." said the Deputy Headmistress to the hall.
Unrolling her long parchment, she called out the name.
" Grey, Sopra!" Sopra smiled and strolled up to the sorting hat, which Mcgonagall placed on
her head. A little voice opened up in the girl's mind, no one else would hear what it said. (A/N:
This is just so you know what's going on, I'm not really changing the POV)
'hmmmmnnn.....Cunning. and intelligent. Very ambitious.....hmmm.....very
interesting. I think Slytherin is for you. You will do well among those who are crafty.'
' NO!!!!' Sopra said to the hat.
' No? I'm sorry, but there is no other house you match!'
' Gryffindor!'
' No'
' yes! I must be in Gryffindor! I MUST!'
'fine fine'
" GRYFFINDOR!!"
Harry and the others clapped happily as Sopra took a seat on Harry's left, between
him and Ron. She smiled at him, and Harry found a blush creeping up on
his face. Turning away, he listened as " Bloom, Cathrine" became a Ravenclaw. Soon it
seemed that it was all over, and Dumbledore stood up to give his speach. Harry, though,
really didn't have time. His stomach felt like it was completly devoid of any substance. Those
around him seemed to agree.
" The forest is, as usual, off limits. Also, Mr. Filch has an updated list of banned objects,
which I won't mention since I, like most of you, am starving. Tuck in!" He sat down to a
flurry of cheers and whistles from the appreciative student body. Hermione poked Harry
and Ron, as she looked up at the Head Table. Professor Mcgonagall was glaring at
Dumbledore like she felt like hitting him on the head. He noticed and tried to pay attention
to his plate in order to avoid a full-scale Evil Eye from his deputy. Harry didn't blame him.
" My, she's almost as scary az my grand-papa." Sopra said, alarmed at the look on the
Deputy Headmistress's face. Ginny giggled.
" He must be a fierce old fellow then, 'cause Professor Mcgonagall is scary when she
wants to be."
" Was. He was killed in World War II." Ginny gulped, and her ears went red like Ron's
when he did something wrong or was embaressed.
" Sorry." She said meekly back.
" It's ok. I didn't know him that well." And then the topic turned to other things, like
who was to win the World Quidditch Cup, and the new candy Zonko's was said to be
creating.
School that year began slowly, but soon picked up to the point where even Hermione
and Sopra, who turned out to be very smart, were hurrying to keep up.
" And here I though last year was the pits!" Harry said in desperation three weeks into
the school year to Sopra.
" Well, your almost done with school. Zey want you to be perfect 'Arry" she said, smiling
sweetly. Ron threw down his quill after this statement, saying he needed air. Sopra seemed
to like the idea, for her eyes lit up with and idea.
" Sounds good. Hey 'Arry, up for ah game of Quidditch, no?"
" M'kay. But what about Ron?" Her step faltered at this, but she turned around anyway.
" Don't you think he's a vlittle busy with hiz anger? C'mon now!" Sopra grabbed his arm
and led him down to the pitch, where Harry had left his Firebolt for safekeeping. It seemed
odd to him that they went around the back, where the boundary of the school was gone, but
he made no comment. As he bent down to grab his broom, a hand clamped over his mouth
and another held him still. He struggled in vain to warn Sopra of the intruder, but her voice was
behind him.
" My lord will be happy I got you. A game of Quidditch, hah! Your so naive boy." It was
Sopra, but her accent had all but dissapeared. She had not just come from Russia, she
was a Death Eater...........Harry got his wand out and prepared to zap her with a Befuddlement
Jinx. Unfortunatly, she touched a boot-portkey at the moment Harry found a voice to yell with.
" Arrgh!" Sopra cried, as they swirled around in a misty place Harry
didn't recognize.
Flashes of lightning and boom of thunder blasted around them, making both dizzy. Right
before the sensation stopped, Sopra lost her grip on him, and they each spun in opposite
directions.
Hehehehehehe. Well, what do you think? Please review and let Isis and I know!
a note: Yes, I know Sopra says she didnt know 'er grand-papa too well. Stories about him is all she has.