Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall or any of the other HP characters. They belong to JK Rowling. Or Warner Bros. I can never be sure. I do, however, own Aurora. SHE IS MINE! (and Lana as well)
A couple of explanations : In HP, a sorcerer/sorceress is a wizard/witch. In this, they are different. It's difficult to explain how, it just is. Please except it.
Yes, I was once called Willow Isilme Edra, but (go me!) I forgot the password. So, this is now me. Just ignore the other one. Believe it doesn't exist. This is basically the same story as the last one, but new chapter should be added.
This is a sort of a HP/Eddings crossover, with Aurora being based on Pol's looks, but not her character.
Any helpful comments would be greatly appreciated. By the way, I know she's a Mary Sue, just except it, OK?
This chapter is dedicated to Addie, who helped me with ideas and my writer's block. THANKS ADDIE! (She hates it when I call her that!)
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She threw open the large wooden doors, and stood, dripping wet, in the large entrance hall of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her name was Aurora, and she was a new student to the school. Very new, in fact, because she was not a witch, but a sorceress, the first one to have ever gone to Hogwarts.
"Are you alright my dear?" asked a passing ghost.
"Well, no actually…"
"Hello?" said a voice behind her.
Aurora turned around.
"Erm… hi," she said. "I was looking for the headmaster. Professor…" she glanced down at the sheet of parchment in her hand. "Dumbledore," she finished.
"I am the deputy head, Professor McGonagall. The headmaster's study is this way," she pointed up the staircase in front of her, "but you will need someone to take you there." Her eyes scanned around the entrance hall, now bustling with students on their way to the next lesson, a lot of them staring curiously at this black hooded and cloaked newcomer into the school. "Ah!" Her eyes settled on a worthy candidate. "Hermione? Miss Granger?" A girl of about Aurora's own age stopped and came towards them, with two boys, one dark haired and one ginger.
"Would you mind taking Miss…?"
"Polgana. Aurora Polgana," Aurora answered.
"Ah yes. Miss Polgana. I have heard a lot about you."
"Oh dear, that can't be good," said Aurora.
"No, most of it was not good. Miss Granger, would you mind taking Miss Polgana to the headmaster's study?"
"OK," answered the girl. "I have transfiguration next anyway."
"I know, and that is why I am sending you. Do Harry and Ron really need to go with you?" Both boys nodded. As the dark haired one nodded, his hair bounced away from his forehead to reveal a lightning-shaped scar. She sighed. "Go then, but do not be long."
"This way," said the girl. "I'm Hermione. This is Harry," she pointed at the dark haired boy, "and that's Ron," she pointed at the ginger one, who smiled.
"I'm Aurora."
"We guessed," said Ron. "Why are you here, anyway?"
"Well…" said Aurora. "I was meant to arrive here at the start of term, but then something came up, so…"
"Are you a muggle?" asked Ron.
"A what now?"
"Muggle. You know. Non magic folk."
"Oh! No!"
"But you're not a witch are you?" asked Hermione.
"How did you know?" enquired Aurora.
"I don't know really, you can just tell."
They had reached the large stone phoenix that was the outside of Dumbledore's study.
"Cockroach cluster," said Harry, and the steps appeared. "You had better go up alone, and we" he glanced at Hermione and Ron, "had better get back to class. See you soon!"
"Sure!" shouted Aurora after them. "Goody goodies!" she muttered under her breath.
Aurora climbed the stone steps slowly and carefully. When she reached the top, she heard voices coming from within.
"Really Lucius, I cannot help it if Draco…"
"Yes you can, Dumbledore!" That must be Lucius, thought Aurora. Where had she read about someone called Lucius?
"Father, just leave it. He'll never listen."
"Really, Mr. Malfoy!" That must be the headmaster, Dumbledore, thought Aurora. Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy… where had she heard that name? In book? From Lana? Something to do with the Dark Lord?
Aurora took a deep breath and turned the handle of the door in front of her. Four pairs of eyes stared at her in surprise as she stepped into the room (the fourth being Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix).
"Do you mind? You are intruding on a private…"
"It is alright Lucius. Aurora did not know," said a tall man with long grey hair, who Aurora supposed was Dumbledore by his voice. "At least, my dear, I presume you are Aurora?"
"Hm?" Aurora had not listened to a word Dumbledore had said. She was to busy looking at the blond haired boy standing in the corner of the room near his father.
"I said are you Aurora?"
"Yes."
"Good. I have been expecting you. You look cold and wet. Take off your cloak." As she did so, he turned to the blond boy and his father, who Aurora presumed were Draco and Lucius Malfoy. "Now Lucius, please take Draco back to his lesson. I will speak to you later."
"Come on Draco!" commanded Lucius and he swept out of the room.
"Now Aurora. I am very pleased you are here at last. Your difference to the rest of the school may set you apart, but hopefully you will get on well with everyone. Your tutor, Lana, sent me a letter by owl this morning explaining everything to me. You have the most amazing set of powers I have ever come across for a girl of fifteen. You must be proud."
"Yeah," muttered Aurora.
"Let me see," said Dumbledore, glancing down at a piece of parchment in his hand. "You are an Animagus?"
"Yes."
"What animal?"
"All of them," she shrugged.
A look of amazement crossed his face. "You can apparate…"
"What's that?" interrupted Aurora.
"You call it translocation I think. At such a young age it is amazing!"
"Really?"
"Yes. Witches and wizards are not allowed to apparate until they are at least seventeen. You have immense psychic powers too. You can see into the minds of other people and control their thoughts?"
"Yes."
"Considered a dark power by some. You can see into the future, hm, could be useful. Can you tell me Aurora, which house you are going to be in? It would save a lot of time."
"Slytherin, naturally."
"Really? I thought you were more a Gryffindor person."
"Have you read the letter? Haven't you seen why I am here?"
"Hm, I suppose. It says 'She is being sent here to increase her power for good, and right her wrong ways.' Do you have robes? That dress is not what we wear here."
"Yes. They are in my trunk, wherever that is."
"I have it here. You can change in that room over there."
When she had changed and entered the study again, there was another man there, a tall one with black hair and long black robes, a complete contrast from the deep gold ones Dumbledore was wearing.
"This," said Dumbledore, "is your head of house, Professor…"
"Snape," interrupted Aurora.
"She has amazing powers, as I was just saying, Severus. She can see into your mind."
"Amazing," drawled Snape's voice. "Come, Miss Polgana, I will take you to your room."
Aurora turned and felt the energy drain from her body. Images flashed in front of her face as she sank to the floor. Images of a young boy with dark hair and a strange lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Where had she seen that scar before? A dark haired boy? Harry! Of course! The boy that had helped Hermione bring her here. Images flashed again. Images of what had happened to that boy and his friends in their first four years at Hogwarts. Professor Quirrel, Tom Riddle's diary, Sirius Black and finally, last year, the return of Lord Voldemort. Pain seared through her body as she lay on the floor, reliving that day in the graveyard, seeing it through the eyes of Harry Potter.
Finally she came out of the subconscious state she had been in, and found herself on the floor of Dumbledore's study, with Professor Snape crouching beside her, a bottle of potion in his hand and a worried look on his face. Dumbeldore, however, had returned to sitting behind his large desk.
"Really, Severus, there is no point in worrying!" he was saying. The voices felt like they were far away to Aurora, and the room was blurred. "The letter clearly states…"
"She looks so bad!" interrupted Snape.
"I'm alright," said Aurora, the room coming back into focus and everything returning to normal. "It happens sometimes. This place is so old, and so full of memory. So much has happened here that I need to see."
"You are sure you are alright?" asked Snape.
"Yes, I'm sure," answered Aurora standing up.
"It is time to go to your room," said Dumbledore, rising from his chair. "We have decided to put you in a separate room because of your funny turns."
"Dumbledore, you do not think she should go to the hospital wing?"
"No no, I do not think it will be necessary for today. She should go and meet her fellow students," answered Dumbledore. "But you should get some rest as well," he said, looking at her. "You will need it if you are to start lessons tomorrow."
"Thank you Professor," Aurora said, not looking like she actually cared. "Now which way is it?"
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