Title: Chaos Assured
Author: Scarlet Snow
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Genres: Action/Adventure, Humour, Drama, Angst, Romance, Mystery, Suspense, Fantasy.
Disclaimer: Joanne Kathleen Rowling owns Harry Potter and co. Though I do own many characters in this fic. !
Summary: It's Year One At Hogwarts, and everything is going great. Of course, with the exception of the Slytherins. A couple months into the year, a girl shows up, transferring. Though rumours hold she was expelled from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Just days after she arrives, the students at Hogwarts are suddenly being hit with an odd virus. After days of searching, the staff finally finds the book that holds the cure, and it appears as though everything is going to go well the rest of the year, until the book is swiped. Of course, the blame is set on the new transfer student, by the pupils anyways, with the exception of just a few. She and Harry team up to find the antidote, and as the case begins to crack, she falls ill, too. Harry, Ron, Ginevra and unlikely Slytherin teammates including Draco, Blaise, and Julia must team up to spend a month in the muggle world, in order to help in curing the ill students
Chapter: Two
Chapter Title: Broken Up into Houses
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"What house do you all think you'll be in?"
This, Neville's question, was a terrible mistake. As soon as it left past his lips, all hell broke loose.
"Gryffindor." Was what Ron and Ginevra answered, chiding in unison, though this caused Draco to glance up quite quickly so much it was a shock his head didn't fly from his neck.
"Gryffindor," Draco spat out, "Mudblood lovers, I'm in a compartment with mudblood lovers."
"Gryffindor is NOT a bad house. Although Ravenclaw is much more preferred when it comes to me." Hermione added, earning herself a dirty look.
"Gryffidor Scum.." muttered Draco, looking particularly displeased as he sat back, arms crossed.
"Slytherin Slimeball." Ron exclaimed, his look equally sour.
"Shut it Weasley." He spat out Weasley like a Muggleborn speaking Mudblood.
"Malfoy. Atleast My family doesn't crave dark arts and worship you-know-who." Muttered Ron, rather loudly.
"Would you two care to shut up!" Oddly, this was Hermione speaking, looking peeved as they turned to her, casting glares of hate to one another at the same time, though.
"I don't feel like listening to your bickering until we get to Hogwarts! Neville just asked a simple question!"
"Err, My mum and dad were Gryffindors. So I could be a Gryffindor." Neville piped
"No idea." Julie spoke, a gentle smirk playing upon her features, "I suppose we'll have to wait and find out." She added before her face was hidden by the book once more. "If we make it there." She uttered in a quite voice to herself as the train gave a nasty jolt forward.
Ron glanced about uneasily, and opened his mouth as if to speak, though he didn't get the chance because the compartment door opened once again.
And two stuck their heads in, grinning brightly.
The first being a boy, who introduced himself as Blaise Zabini.
A mischievous grin played on his features, the same look glinting in his blue orbs.
Dark brown tresses fell nearly to his shoulders, in a light wavy style, though it didn't manage to touch the tops of his shoulders in the end. The dark brown was highlighted with lighter browns, and was slightly bedraggled, signaling it had been tied back formerly. His fringe lingered over his eyes, shadowing them slightly, a few pieces of hair falling into his vaguely freckled face. His eyes were an eerie, but most intriguing shade of blue-Green. Incredibly light, an ice like color though not hard and cold like most would imagine when having his eyes described to them. The pretty orbs seemed even brighter against the dark sheet that framed his face.
The second, a female, greeting with a snobby apparel, though in an oddly different way than Hermione Granger's. She said herself to be named Pansy Parkinson.
Ron swore he saw Draco blanch when he saw her, and look disgusted as she moved into it, smiling most oddly. Ebony tresses fell death straight to her shoulders blades. Her own eyes were dark jade, bordered and with a background of chestnut. Perhaps she'd have been nice looking, had she not seemed so stuck up, and had her nose not been stuck so high in the air, with her face resembling a pugs. Her face lit up as she spotted Draco.
"Draco, darling, we've been looking all over for you!" She gasped, embracing him gently in a friendly manner. Hugging her back quickly, Draco nodded to her, "Yes well I've been in here for the majority of the time."
"Draco, why are you.. In here?" Blaise queried, staring pointedly at the people in the compartment.
"Because, Blaise, there was no where else to sit and you and Parkinson were nowhere to be found, and I met Julie before I got on the train, so when I found this compartment, I decided to stay." He explained in a nonchalant tone.
"Me and Pansy were in the back, like we all planned." Blaise defended, though Draco simply shrugged, explaining a hardly truthful tale about how he had searched the back dozens of times.
"If you really don't mind it's rather.. full in here." Draco added at the end of his story.
Clearly unhappy, Pansy hugged Draco one last time before leaving the compartment, Blaise behind her.
"They were..?" Ginevra asked, gesturing towards the door they had exited through moments ago.
"Pansy Parkinson, I've known her since I was two. According to her, we'd be the perfect couple.. she used to be a blonde." He added thoughtfully, "I don't really know why she changed from blonde to black, don't really like it, but she would have normally been trying to shag me had it been about a year ago. She's grown out of that though, thank merlin."
"And that Blaise boy?"
"Blaise Zabini.. yes.. I've known him quite awhile, also, he's really not your average person. Blaise is.. different. I won't go spilling his secrets though. He's rather hair obsessed and would freak out if he were to find one piece of hair not absolutely perfect."
"Oh.."
"Yes, they do get rather annoying when you're around them for awhile. Especially together, they really dislike eachother quite a bit." Draco added.
"Right then. We're here, you know." Hermione spoke as it went suddenly silent
"Shut it Granger."
"I was only-"
"Shut it!"
And indeed she did, but only because, at that moment, she was leaving, and soon it registered that they should go to, and so the other six hurried along, moving into the line where one was calling for the first years.
They road in boats across the lake, before entering the school, standing nervously as a rather stern looking teacher spoke, then ushered them into another room, setting something on a stool.
And gasped as a hat was set on a stool, and it opened what must have been a mouth, but then
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
your top hats sleek and tall,
for I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
so try me on and I will tell you
where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends,
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
And then Professor McGonagall explained what would be going on.. and unrolled a parchment, and began reading names.
Once B's were reached, Ron found himself with a shock as Julie was called up.
After a few moments, it spoke aloud in a booming voice
"SLYTHERIN!"
And Ron looked horrified, "Julie's in Slytherin, Harry! But, she.. and..it.."
"Ron. I heard." Harry replied, as his red haired pal threw a disbelieving glance at the small girl sitting at the Slytherin table.
"Granger, Hermione"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Harry! I'll be in her house! I'm going to be actually sharing a house with.. with HER!Harry, I'll die!"
Rolling his eyes, Harry simply laughed lightly, earning a desperate glare from Ron,
During their talking, others had been sorted, and M's had been reached
First up was
"Malfoy, Draco"
The hat barely touched the top of his head, before yelling out 'Slytherin', and Harry heard Ron mutter 'no surprises there.'
P's came, and Parkinson, Pansy went to Slytherin.
Then silence dawned upon the Great Hall as one name was said.
"Potter, Harry."
Harry could feel the eyes boring into him as he walked, slowly and nervously, to the stool.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Bellowed the hat, and cheers louder than any other came from the Gryffindors, and a rousing cheer of
"WE GOT POTTER!" came, from the Weasley twins, though Professor McGonagall quickly ordered them to calm down once they began to bang on the table in a frenzy of excitment.
"Weasley, Ginevra." and "Weasley, Ron" Came and of course, Gryffindor was the house. It was all summed up with one final name, Zabini, Blaise to Slytherin.
It grew funny, really. Every now and then the Group of friends Fred and George were seen with that day at the end of the table, were turned around, shooting insults back and forth to the Slytherins, with another occasional "We Got Potter!"
Ron, however, wasn't to excited as Hermione babbled on about this and that to him, giving him a rather angry headache as he attempted to annoy her, though failed quite miserably.
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