I1'm sorry… I don't even have an excuse for the 3½ months of absence, resulting in this awful chapter.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would not be sitting in school for 6 hours every day. I would be in a CASTLE in SCOTLAND. And, well, I'm not. So don't sue.
Harry and Ron sat in their usual spots at the Gryffindor table, yawning. Well, Ron tried to, but Artemis Rianne Kaelyn Riddle Leureaux was already in his seat.
"Er," Ron cleared his throat. "That's, um, where I usually sit. But it's ok, you can stay there if you want! I'll, uh…" Ron hastily added as she made to get up. "I'll just sit right here." He mumbled, parking himself across from Harry…and next to Fiona Leila Tamerin.
Fiona smiled at Ron, and his ears flushed red-hot. "We got our schedules… You're Ron, right? Here." She handed him a sheet of parchment. "This one's yours, Harry." She passed him another sheet of parchment.
Hermione was already sitting next to Harry and looking over her schedule, frowning.
"I need to talk to Professor McGonagall." With that she hurried off. They watched her whisper something briefly to the professor and then the two of them left the room.
"Bet she's taking too many classes and needs a time-turner again," Ron whispered in Harry's ear.
Harry didn't say anything, but he sent Ron a furious glare telling him to be quiet. For Ron was rather loud even when he whispered and both Fiona and Artemis were looking at them curiously.
Hermione returned for their first class of the year, Charms. Professor Flitwick was explaining the complexity of Confundus charms. All of their new students were listening raptly, eyes fixed on the diminutive teacher. All but one's.
The girl had long, shiny black hair that fell into her face elegantly. Her eyes were a stormy grey. Harry couldn't help but think she looked very familiar, like someone he had once known. She looked bored, but very beautiful and rather proud. However, her eyes sparkled with good humor and mischievousness.
The girl's name was Auriga Queary-Black, Harry later learned. He was also surprised by her last name, but figured that as Black was also a common name there was no way she could be related to Sirius.
Harry dismissed all thought that the grey eyes and black hair might've meant something. Sirius had never mentioned being married or having a daughter.
He also noticed one student bore an uncanny resemblance to Malfoy. Harry recalled watching Malfoy's mouth fall open in shock and his icy eyes widen at seeing her last night. They shared the same platinum hair, icy eyes and pale skin, though the girl had been a lot prettier than Malfoy was. Harry grimaced at the thought of Malfoy being pretty in any way.
During Transfiguration, McGonagall eyed the 20 new students warily.
She had been observing the students for half an hour and was slightly unnerved by their perfect posture, attentiveness, and they were all very pretty. It was unnatural. One girl looked rather like Lily Evans, actually. She had bright auburn hair, but her eyes were hazel… like James Potter's. What was her name? Faith? Fauna? Fiona. That was it. She noticed that both Weasley and Malfoy had been staring at her and drooling through most of the class so far. McGonagall took points from both Gryffindor and Slytherin for not paying attention, but then gave them each one point for managing to create small lakes of drool. It was quite impressive.
Another girl seemed to be part faery or something. She had ears that were a little pointed at the tips, her eyes were huge and her feet small. She was short and had long silvery hair and eyes that shone like the moonlight. She might have been a Veela, for all the hormonal boys often stared her at during classes. But that might have been because of the odd silvery tail poking out through a hole in her robes and what seemed to be a long, sparkling horn protruding from her head…
They were beginning Conjuring spells in the class. For reasons unknown, Dumbledore had insisted upon allowing all the Mary Smith students (McGonagall had researched American wizarding schools the night before and had found absolutely nothing on this "Mary Smith" school. Not to mention she had never heard of Mary Smith, who she supposed was some famous witch the school had been named after) in the advanced class.
McGonagall soon found that the advanced class would be more than suitable. The assignment was simple: the goal was to conjure a simple pebble. But everyone was having a difficulty doing this.
By the end of the period, only the foreign exchange students had successfully completed this- actually, they exceeded her expectations by managing to create small gemstones. Amethyst for Artemis (like her eyes, McGonagall noted), diamonds for the Malfoy look-alike, emeralds for the Fiona person.
Well, only they and Hermione Granger, but no surprise there.
Katie Bell was the new quidditch captain this year. Fred, George, Angelina and Alicia had all left, leaving four positions to be filled: two Chasers and two Beaters (Kirke and Sloper had both quit the team; Harry suspected it was due to their incredible embarrassment after the fiascos last year). Of course Harry was Seeker again.
Ginny Weasley tried out for Chaser and got the position, to no one's astonishment. However, everyone was extremely impressed by the incredible athletic ability that Artemis Rianne Kaelyn Riddle Leureaux, Fiona Leila Tamerin, and Auriga Queary-Black possessed.
Artemis and Auriga both tried out for Beater, and they were so good their moves rivaled those that Harry had seen during the Quidditch World Cup. Fiona tried out for Chaser along with Ginny. She was also very good- her flying rivaled Harry's, and he vaguely remembered his father had been an excellent Chaser, according to Sirius. Harry doubted James had been any better than Fiona. Afterwards, Harry hurried up to Fiona.
"Where did you learn to fly so well?" Harry asked in awe.
Fiona shrugged. "Well, everyone says I got my flying ability from my dad," -and here she looked at him meaningfully- "but I was never taught to play quidditch. I guess it's natural."
Harry nodded. But her words and the odd look she had given him stuck in his mind. What had she meant when she looked at him like that? A strange notion came to him. But he quickly pushed it down- there was no way it could be possible.
So there you have it. Don't sue, flame if you like but it's just a parody (and an awful one at that). Thanks to my reviewers (heh, I'm too lazy to type them out now but I'll acknowledge you guys in the next chapter- I promise)!
