Now would be a good time to inform you of the Secret Students….
Serenity now dates Ron (but not for long… -evil cackle-) and is a Secret Student at Hogwarts along with her apprentice, Uriko; Riles (Riley) of Gryffindor and her apprentice May; Vikki of Ravenclaw and her apprentice Crystal; and Bunny of Hufflepuff and her apprentice Amber. Their job is to watch over the four houses. Last year they informed Harry, Ron, and Hermione that a transfer student would be arriving this year. They also erased all the other students' memories of their presence. They do reveal themselves to certain students as they please however, Harry, Ron, and Hermione being just a few.
Harry sat up straight in his bed, shivering with cold water running down his face. He looked around; Ron was standing next to him, a bucket in his arms.
"Sorry, Harry. I had to throw the water on you. We need to hurry—it's ten o'clock!" Ron said.
Harry jumped out of bed, dripping wet. He started running toward his trunk to get his clothes, but slipped and fell. Harry screamed in pain as a sudden throbbing flew through his left ankle, ensuring it was broken. "Of all days!"
"I'll go get mum!" Ron volunteered as he dashed out of the room, yelling for his mother as he flew down the stairs.
Harry used his bedpost to help him stand up and started hopping about on his right foot, wincing with every hop. He'd just managed to open his trunk when Mrs. Weasley and Ron bounded in.
Mrs. Weasley took one look at Harry's foot and said, "Oh, it's a broken ankle." With one quick spell, Harry's foot was healed. "There. Now, hurry! We haven't got much time!"
Harry quickly changed into some muggle clothes, grabbed his wand, and ran downstairs, nearly braking his ankle again as he tripped over Crookshanks, Hermione's cat.
"Hurry, Harry, let's go!" Mrs. Weasley urged as Harry entered the kitchen. She ushered Harry outside and Harry's eyes met a giant, three-story, purple bus.
Harry ran inside the Knight Bus and followed Mrs. Weasley to the second floor. Harry had been on this bus twice before. The first time he had been on this bus, at night, there had been beds. Now, like the last time he'd been on this bus, there were chairs set all across the edges.
Harry sat in between Ron and Hermione on the left side of the bus, but was thrown out of his seat as the Knight Bus took off. He crawled back to his seat, not being able to stand, and sat down beside empty chairs—Ron and Hermione had been thrown to the floor as well.
They made three more stops, and Ron fell magnificently to the floor all three times, Hermione managing to cling to the candlestick holders behind her. Ron almost ran out of the bus when King's Cross came in sight.
"Hurry! You've only got six minutes!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed in alarm.
Stan, the conductor for the Knight Bus, piled Harry's belongings onto a trolley and Harry sped off toward the entrance to platform nine and three-quarters.
Harry ran straight through the wall, hoping no muggles had been watching him. He stopped sooner than he expected, however, when he ran straight into Narcissa Malfoy.
"Sorry!" Harry called over his shoulder as he jumped to his feet and sped off, not feeling sorry at all. A flash of yellow light that just missed his right ear told him Narcissa had not accepted his apology.
Laughing as he heard Narcissa yell again and Ron yell a hurried apology, Harry heaved his things onto the Hogwarts Express and started searching for a compartment.
"Hey, Harry!" Ron yelled when he boarded the train. "Save me and Hermione a seat!"
Harry had forgotten that Ron and Hermione had to sit in another compartment with the prefects for the beginning of the journey. He reluctantly nodded and continued his search for a compartment in a much more sour mood than he'd started with.
"Hey, Harry, you can sit here," Neville invited from inside the compartment Harry had just opened. Neville, Seamus, and Dean were the only people in this partition.
"Okay. I'm saving seats for Ron and Hermione, though," Harry said.
"Sure," Seamus said, inviting Harry to sit next to him.
Harry stored his luggage and sat next to Seamus. When Harry had entered, Dean had been explaining to Seamus why he hadn't written all summer. Dean continued with his explanation.
"…so, you see, Seamus, I couldn't write you. I had my mum to look after, and I was on vacation. I don't understand how that works out, but I was," Dean finished.
"Oh, yeah? Well I had to look after both my parents this summer, you know how they are, but I still had time to write you fifteen letters! If you had only your mum to look after…" Seamus trailed on.
Harry, however, became immersed with the scenes passing by the window. At present, there were signs of civilization nearby—tall buildings could be seen not too far away. Backyards were passing, children playing in them, some children even waving to the unknown train. By the time Ron entered, however, rolling hills and plains were the only things visible for miles.
"Harry, you won't believe who's the new boy Gryffindor prefect. Do you know who it is? Do you know who it is? Oh my gosh, I swear, I had to repeat everything twenty times to Colin Creevey. Oh, and then he repeated them each and every time! I heard everything I said forty times!" Ron yelled in fury.
For the first time in a long time, Harry was glad he wasn't a prefect. Colin Creevey's obsession with Harry had not subsided over the years. Harry had a distinct feeling that if he'd been in Ron's place, he'd have had his face on forty pictures instead.
"Well, come on and sit down. Where's Hermione?" Harry added, looking behind Ron at the empty space.
Ron turned around. "I dunno. She was right behind me a second ago." He paused as a sudden thought occurred to him. "You don't think she has a… back in our third year…?" Ron trailed off, but Harry understood. He was talking about a Time-Turner that she'd had three years ago.
"I hope not. Besides, what would she need it now for?" Harry said.
"Point," said Ron.
The five boys in the compartment chatted happily about what they did over the summer for another hour. By then, darkness was approaching, and Hermione was still nowhere to be seen. Several people popped in after the summer chatting finally faltered.
"Hiya, Harry!"
"Hi, Colin," Harry repeated dully.
"Did you hear, Harry? Did you hear? I'm the new prefect! I can't believe it! Mum and Dad are thrilled! Oh, and rumor has it my brother's going to be prefect when he gets in fifth year, too! Oh, Harry, have you heard?" Colin said this very quickly.
"I have now," Harry said, wishing Colin would throw himself out the window.
"Oh, good! Like I was telling Dennis, Harry, prefects a BIG job, and only BIG people can handle it. Isn't that right, Harry? Isn't that right? And even BIGGER people get the BIGGER jobs. Isn't that right, Harry? Isn't it? You know, big jobs like the Head Boy job. Ooh, I just know I'll get that one. Don't you think so, Harry, don't you think so?" Colin asked excitedly.
"Er… yeah," Harry said, personally feeling that if Colin became Head Boy they'd all be doomed.
"Oooh, I can't wait! I'm a prefect! Uh huh! Uh huh! I'm a prefect! Uh huh! Uh huh!" Colin said, doing some kind of jig to his chant.
"Colin, come on! Come on! It's the owl! They turned him green, Colin! They turned him green! … Ew… that is so wrong…" Dennis said from a couple compartments away.
"Oh, gotta go, Harry!" Colin said, and ran off.
And then, of course, there was the memorable time when Malfoy showed up, flanked, as always, by his two cronies Crabbe and Goyle, who seemed to exist to do his bidding.
The door flew open and a drawling voice floated into the compartment. "Let's see… who do we have here? A mudblood, an idiot, a weasel, a freak, and a potty."
Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly.
"Shove it, Malfoy," Harry said.
"Oooh, you want to be careful Potter. I'll be Head Boy next year… I could make things a lot harder for you than they are," Malfoy said, smirking. "Not to mention what I can do to you this year."
"Oooh, the horror. Whatever shall you do to me?" Harry asked in a mock-scared voice.
"Watch yourself, Potter. The moment you step off this train…" Malfoy trailed off, smirking.
"Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm still on this train. When I step off it, I'll be quite a long ways from you," Harry said moodily. He'd been in good mood before Malfoy decided to disgrace them with his presence.
Malfoy smirked. He was about to retort when Dean cut him off.
"Leave Harry alone. If you have to be a git, go be a git where no one can see you," Dean said coldly.
Malfoy looked at him for a moment, then surprised everyone in the compartment by saying, "As you wish." He bent down toward Harry and whispered so that only he could hear, "The Dark Lord's coming for you, Potter." Then he smirked again and strode out of their compartment, Crabbe and Goyle stupidly following him.
"Git," Ron said, slamming the door shut so hard the glass shattered.
"Reparo!" came a voice outside the compartment. The glass replaced itself, and Hermione opened the compartment door and walked inside.
"Hermione! Where have you been?" Ron said, scolding.
"I've been up front talking to Kelly," Hermione said, shutting the door behind her and taking the only empty seat, across from Ron.
"Who?" everyone in the compartment asked simultaneously. They all grinned at each other.
"Kelly. Kelly Damen," Hermione said.
"And who, may I ask, is Kelly Damen?" Ron said.
"The new transfer student. You remember, don't you? The Secret Students told us there would be a transfer student coming to Hogwarts this year. She's really nice, actually. I wouldn't be surprised if she comes up in Gryffindor. Of course," she added thoughtfully, "by the sound of it, Ravenclaw would suit her well."
Neville looked confused. "The Secret Stu--?"
"So?" Dean asked apprehensively, cutting Neville off.
"So what?" Hermione asked him.
"So what does she look like?" Seamus asked.
"You'll find out soon enough. We'd better change into robes. Kelly was up front with the driver, and before I left I asked when we'd get there. He said we'd be arriving within fifteen minutes."
They changed into robes, still questioning Hermione about the new girl. Her reply was always the same, however: "You'll find out soon enough!" The train slowed down suddenly, and Hogwarts came into view.
A/N:
YAY! Everybody be happy. Chapter 2 is up! ("Obviously," says an anonymous voice behind her) Shut up. No one asked you, anonymous person. So, like I promised, you know her name: Kelly Damen. Next chapter you shall formally meet her. I can promise all of this because I've already written the entire Fic. I'm just bringing out the Slytherin in me (because we all know there's some in all of us) and making you wait… however long I decide until I post the next chapter.
Ok, so what's going on next chapter…? -looks, for lack of knowledge- Let's see… you meet Kel… she does something slightly suspicious… oh, and I pity you now. You have to read my Sorting Hat song. It's very… interesting. It's good, really—for me. You'll just have to read it and tell me just how pitiful an attempt at poetry it is.
Review and make me smile! I don't care if it's "good job, continue" or "you suck, delete this", just REVIEW! Make me smile! : )
Thankx for listening!
Riles