REVISED CHAPTER!!!!
TITLE: Troubled Minds
PAIRING: Harry/Hermione past/possibly future
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you shall receive
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only thing that belongs to this author is the storyline and the characters made up by the author.
A/N: I got another revised chap up I also got a new chapter up so be sure to check that out!
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As luck may have it Stephanie opened her eyes as soon as the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogwarts. Stephanie quickly got up and made her way out of the compartment anticipating the Sorting Ceremony. Stephanie thanked Merlin that she wore her Hogwarts Robes this morning, or she wouldn't have time to change.
Stephanie stepped out of the train when she heard a person calling, First Years. The man looked from giant descent, and had a very shaggy beard. Stephanie guessed that was in fact Hagrid, but no one could know that she had heard of many of the teachers in advance.
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After going across the lake in the boats, (unfortunately one of the first years fell into the giant lake from the sight of Hoqwarts. Stephanie herself almost fell in at the sight before her.) she and the other First Years, trudged up the steps where they met Professor McGonagall.
"Hello my name is Professor McGonagall. I am the Transfiguration Professor, Deputy Headmistress, and the head of the Gryffindor House. You are about to enter the Great Hall to be sorted. There are four houses that you may be chosen in, Hufflepuff, for the loyal, Ravenclaw, for the intelligent, Slytherin, for the sly and ambitious, and Gryffindor, for the brave. Now follow me." Professor McGonagall then opened the door to the Great Hall, and led the first years in.
Stephanie looked around the hall, it was magnificent. Hundreds of candles floated above the tables. The ceiling was enchanted to show the sky, which was currently night and showing the thousands of stars. Above the four main tables were each of the house symbols and colors. The First Years halted and there before them was a chair with the Sorting Hat on it. Behind the hat was Teacher's table with all the Professors there, including her father. Stephanie felt a shiver through out her body and received goosebumps along her arms.
"Yolanda Alpe." (HUFFLEPUFF!)
"Frances Bixby." (HUFFLEPUFF!)
"Carmen Carrillo." (RAVENCLAW!)
"Mark Elia." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Gertrude Geech." (SLYTHERIN!)
Stephanie hadn't even realized that the Sorting Ceremony was taking place; she was instead studying her own father.
"Anastasia Haag." (GRYFFINDOR!)
"Nicole Indigo." (GRYFFINDOR!)
"Erin Jajja." (RAVENCLAW!)
"Carl Kellogg." (HUFFLEPUFF!)
"Katherine Mountain." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Sallie Mountain." (HUFFLEPUFF!)
He had unruly, raven black hair and his eyes were the exact shade of emerald Stephanie's own eyes had. He also had wired-rimmed glasses that looked fairly new.
"Philemon Nell." (RAVENCLAW!)
"Stacey Opal." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Carver O'Riley." (GRYFFINDOR!)
"Riley Pilk." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Haley Pinion." (RAVENCLAW!)
His expression was made up of various emotions, some of which Stephanie couldn't name. Stephanie's train of thought was broken when she heard a familiar name called up.
"Eric Sarem."
Eric walked up to the Sorting Hat and sat on the chair as the hat was placed on his head, about 30 seconds later the Hat spoke the house, very confidently.
"Gryffindor!"
Of course people from the Gryffindor clapped, they had received a new student. Stephanie saw the relieved face of Eric. And the Sorting continued. Stephanie now was studying the other Professors. The one at the left end of the table intrigued her somewhat. He had platinium blonde hair and gray eyes. A very weird combination in Stephanie's opinion.
"Daniel Thomas." (GRYFFINDOR!)
"Patrick Uriel." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Alex Vale." (SLYTHERIN!)
Then her own name interrupted her thoughts.
"Stephanie Vigil."
Stephanie took a deep breath as she walked over to the hat. Professor McGonagall placed the hat carefully on her head.
"Hmmm, So this is the daughter of Potter and Granger." a voice, that Stephanie assumed was the hat, spoke in her mind.
'Hi, Mr. Hat. I'm fine and how are you?' Stephanie thought a bit sarcastically.
"You have the urge to prove yourself to become great without your father's help I see. You are very clever, ambitious and brave; although your loyalty isn't as great as the others." The hat said.
'Hey! I resent that!' Stephanie thought.
"Well do you want to be a Hufflepuff?" asked the Sorting Hat.
'No, but still you don't need to be telling me my bad qualities. Next house.'
"You have an intelligent mind; however you wish to hide it. You would do well in Ravenclaw, it will show your true intellect."
'Are you mental? That house would probably be burned down by the end of the month. Next house.' Stephanie thought.
"You are very determined, resourceful, and I see that you are the devious one. Traits of a true Slytherin. You can become great there without your father's help. They refused to be in Slytherin. Here is your chance to make something of yourself."
Stephanie pondered this for a while before speaking again. 'And the other house?'
"Gryffindor, your father and mother's house. For the brave and fearless. You may reach your fullest potential here, here may be harder to become great, for you have to exceed your father's reputation. So what will it be?"
Stephanie sighed and then swallowed. 'Gryffindor.'
"Are you sure? Remember you can be the best in Slytherin, it's all in your blood."
Stephanie sighed once again. Not very aware of all the information the Hat had told her. 'I'm sure.'
"So be it. GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat announced.
Stephanie took a deep breath and she got off the stool. Stephanie then noticed that the Hall was eerily quietly. Stephanie looked at all the students and realized that they were all staring at her.
"I believe Miss Vigil here has set a new record. For the longest sorting ever, 35 minutes and 39 seconds." Dumbledore announced to the students. Stephanie just continued over to her table and sat down, leaning her head on her elbow. "Oi, that was embarrassing." Stephanie mumbled to herself.
Then another name caught Stephanie's interest.
"Joshua Weasley."
Josh went up to the Sorting Hat and it once again yet out Gryffindor.
And then finally the last name was called out, it was the oddest of them all.
"Seth Zaccentprone."
"Hey isn't that the kid who fell into the lake?" Josh whispered into Stephanie's ear.
"Yeah, I think so."
Then the old Sorting Hat once again called out Gryffindor. Seth was so excited that he ran to the Gryffindor table but then accidently tripped over his own robes and fell face down on the hard floor.
"Ouch."
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After the Sorting was finished, the feast appeared at the table. Stephanie heard almost the entire first years gasp. Stephanie didn't gasp, she was very impressed. A little while later, after everyone had stuffed their faces, The Headmaster spoke.
"Ahem… just a few more words now that we're all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should know that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all students. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has also asked me to remind you all that no magic be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch tryouts will be held sometime during the third month of the term. Anyone interested in playing for house teams should contact Madam Hooch. Now let's sing the school song, everybody pick a tune." Then the whole school started to sing; unfortunately many were out of tune.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts Teach us something please Whether we be old and bald Or young with scabby knees Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."
Stephanie, herself was singing the song to the tune, 'Jingle Bells', beside her Stephanie could hear Josh singing the song to, 'God Save The Queen' and Eric sang it to the tune of, well his own tune.
Stephanie decided right then and there, this was going to be one strange year.
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Eventually one of the Gryffindor Prefects led them through corridors an up moving staircases only to stop by a portrait with a particularly plump woman.
"Butterscotch slugs." The prefect said to the fat lady.
"You may enter, and welcome to Gryffindor," she said as the portrait opened and they were led into the common room.
'I'll have to remember that.' Stephanie thought as she looked around the common room. In her opinion the common room was comfy, yet spacious. Right now the red couch or chairs looked very inviting, but the thought of seeing the dormitory, which she would be staying in for a year, was an offer she couldn't pass up.
So everyone had been led to his or her dorms. The only thing that Stephanie could think of was to write her mom a letter about that certain someone. Stephanie took a piece of parchment and started writing.
Mom,
Well I got to Hogwarts safely. I was sorted into Gryffindor; although The Sorting Hat wanted to put me into Slytherin, weird I know. I meet some new friends named Josh and Eric. So that's about it.
Love, Stephanie
P.S. Dad's is the DADA Teacher.
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Stephanie awoke later that morning, only getting three, four hours of sleep that night.
Thanks to her ever so annoying roommates, Nicole Indigo and Anastasia Haag. They practically spent half the night talking, well actually more of gossiping and giggling, about their famous, handsome, teacher Harry Potter. A topic that Stephanie was very particular about for obvious reasons, and was not to be taken lightly by her. And to think Stephanie would have to spend seven years with these people. Oi, that was depressing. At least there was one girl in her dorm that didn't irritate the hell out of her. Her name was Chris, short for Christina. She had short pale blonde hair, blue eyes, and was about the same height as Stephanie. The only other things that Stephanie knew was that Chris was a second year and was stuck in this dorm because she was the only girl in second year and did not want to be alone.
When Stephanie actually did get some sleep, she had unusual nightmares, some of them short choppy dreams, but Stephanie thought nothing of them. And even for a few minutes Stephanie dreamt a dreamless sleep, just cold, lonely darkness where even the happiest person in the world could feel lonely. There also was these awful, violent dreams involving a very uh, interesting man, well if you could him a man. He was thin, he had whiter than skull skin, wide, scarlet red eyes, and a nose that was as flat as a snake and with two slits for nostrils. Stephanie saw this 'thing' torture and slaughter innocent people. She watched these people being killed and tortured in the most gruesome of ways. Over time Stephanie began less afraid of 'it' and she started to have an extreme hatred for him. Although, Stephanie never told anyone about these dreams. She didn't want to appear mentally challenged, so she kept them to herself.
It had been around five o'clock when Stephanie awoke, by a tapping at her window. Stephanie groggily sauntered to her window only to find Cinders, her owl, causing the disturbance, while carrying a letter from her mother. Stephanie took the letter from Cinders and gave her an owl treat. Cinders nipped at Stephanie's hand and flew off.
With a sigh Stephanie opened the letter, hoping that her mother wouldn't take her out of Hogwarts and make her give up magic. That definitely would be the worse case scenario for Stephanie.
The letter was very small, not the huge letter with ongoing ramblings about how she shouldn't tell her father about the whole ordeal, complete with a long list of reasons, like Stephanie had expected. The letter was short, sweet, and to the point, which was very unlike Stephanie's mom. The letter read as,
Dear Shorty,
You're in Gryffindor, that's great, but the Slytherins may get on your nerves often, but do not pay attention to them, some are just full of hot air. Now the situation about your father, just please do one thing for me and do not tell your father about yourself or me. I need to tell him myself when the time comes. Also tell me is the Potions Teacher still Snape? If so watch out for him, he hates Gryffindors, and will take away points just because he wants to. Work hard.
Love, Mom
Stephanie could understand why her mom was like that. If for instance, Stephanie herself told her father about whom she really was he would ask question that Stephanie couldn't answer herself. Like, why did she leave without telling anyone that she was pregnant? Stephanie would definitely not want to answer those questions all by herself that would be very uncomfortable.
Suddenly a thought popped into her head. She hadn't looked at her schedule yet. Or even who were her teachers that year. Stephanie took out the parchment and looked at her schedule. Stephanie believed the fates were truly pissed off at her. It seemed that the year was getting worse by the minute, and it was only the second day. Almost all of the Professors on the list had know both her mother and father, which meant more people could find out why she looked so much like Harry and Hermione.
The teachers that knew her mother and father, were,
Herbology- Neville Longbottom
Potions- Draco Malfoy
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Harry Potter
Transfiguration- Minerva McGonagall
Once again she looked at the schedule, to discover that she overlook that today she had Defense Against Dark Arts and Potions with Slytherin,
By the time after all her reminiscing was finished, her roommate Chris was already up, and looking at Stephanie very oddly. Chris approached Stephanie quietly and tapped her on the shoulder lightly.
"Um, why are you talking to yourself, while mentioning something about the pissed-off fates?" Chris asked a bit confused and yet amused.
Stephanie looked up a Chris a bit startled, not expecting someone to be up this early, and to be eavesdropping in a conversation to herself. Stephanie stood up confidently, and spoke a bit nervously. "Uh, how much of my conversation with myself did you catch?"
Chris looked a bit perplexed at this but answered anyways. "Just the part about something with the fates being pissed off everything else was just a mumble."
Stephanie looked very relieved at this statement. Stephanie did not want to reveal her true identity on the second day, that would just be pathetic. Then a thought occurred to Stephanie.
"So we haven't really met. My name is Stephanie Vigil." Stephanie said as she extended her hand.
Chris clasped the hand. "Chris Weasley."
"Are you related to Josh Weasley?" asked Stephanie pondering if the Weasley family had yet another member.
"Yeah, he's my cousin." replied Chris.
"Just curious, who are your parents name?" Stephanie asked wondering how a Weasley can have such blonde hair, well actually any trace of blonde hair, she had never seen anyone like that, it was like…
"Oh, Bill Wealsey and Fluer Delacour."
She was a veela. Well ¼ veela anyway. She looked like she had veela type hair and she most likely had her father's eyes.
Hopefully they would become good friends.
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After Stephanie had showered and changed into her robes, Stephanie and Chris and went down to the Great Hall for Breakfast. Upon entering the Great Hall Stephanie glanced at Harry briefly and swallowed the lump forming in her throat. The two sat somewhere in the middle table waiting for all the other students to come in, while Stephanie looked downcast involuntarily.
"Stephanie are you ok you look a bit depressed." Chris asked with obvious concern on her face.
Stephanie hadn't realized she looked troubled. "Oh, I just have a headache."
As Stephanie said this Josh and Eric came in through the doors of the Great Hall to sit by Stephanie and Chris.
"Hey, Stephanie who's your friend?" Eric asked a little too interested.
"Down boy. This is Chris Weasley. Josh's cousin. Chris the eager one here is Eric Sarem."
"Hi Chris." Josh said to cousin.
"Hi Josh. Well I see you've made some new friends." replied Chris
"And I see you have made a friend out of my friend."
"Is my new name, friend? Well, I think it's better than shorty." Stephanie said while trying to balance her spoon on her nose.
"Well Chris are you in Gryffindor?" Eric asked trying to be and trying to be in the conversation.
"Eric, she has a Gryffindor badge on her robe." Josh said clearly irritated.
Eric looked very embarrassed at that but tried to cover up his image by acted overconfident. "Well, I knew that. I just wanted to make conversation."
"Sure you were, Eric," said Josh as he rolled his eyes.
"Hey guys what about our DADA teacher, Harry Potter?" Eric said trying to change the topic from his little blooper.
"Guys please I rather not talk about uh, anything right now it feels like I have a Mountain Troll jumping rope on my head." Stephanie said with noticeable discomfort. Trying to correspond with her little fib, Stephanie smacked her head intensely on the table. Not meaning to hit her head so hard. "Ouch!" Stephanie said as she lifted her head and rubbed it.
"Okay since we know your lying, what's your problem with Harry Potter? For instance on the train when Josh and me mention Harry Potter being on the train and being our teacher, you fainted." said Eric.
"No, it was just the attack on the train that made me faint, and my headache was because lack of sleep. You know roommates just want talk all night long. You know what I think, I am going back to my dorm to get some more sleep. Ok bye." Stephanie said, a bit too hastily as she stood up and walked to the doors.
"But, what about breakfast?" Josh said as the food appeared on the table.
Stephanie ran to the table grabbed and bit into a piece of toast, and started walking back towards the door again. "There I'm full, thanks for the reminder and bye." Stephanie yelled over the crowd just before she disappeared from the hall.
"What's jumping rope by the way?" asked Eric.
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Okay the chapter after this isn't revised yet, I still have to do a little more work on that one. So tell me how my revisions are going!
TITLE: Troubled Minds
PAIRING: Harry/Hermione past/possibly future
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you shall receive
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only thing that belongs to this author is the storyline and the characters made up by the author.
A/N: I got another revised chap up I also got a new chapter up so be sure to check that out!
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As luck may have it Stephanie opened her eyes as soon as the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogwarts. Stephanie quickly got up and made her way out of the compartment anticipating the Sorting Ceremony. Stephanie thanked Merlin that she wore her Hogwarts Robes this morning, or she wouldn't have time to change.
Stephanie stepped out of the train when she heard a person calling, First Years. The man looked from giant descent, and had a very shaggy beard. Stephanie guessed that was in fact Hagrid, but no one could know that she had heard of many of the teachers in advance.
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After going across the lake in the boats, (unfortunately one of the first years fell into the giant lake from the sight of Hoqwarts. Stephanie herself almost fell in at the sight before her.) she and the other First Years, trudged up the steps where they met Professor McGonagall.
"Hello my name is Professor McGonagall. I am the Transfiguration Professor, Deputy Headmistress, and the head of the Gryffindor House. You are about to enter the Great Hall to be sorted. There are four houses that you may be chosen in, Hufflepuff, for the loyal, Ravenclaw, for the intelligent, Slytherin, for the sly and ambitious, and Gryffindor, for the brave. Now follow me." Professor McGonagall then opened the door to the Great Hall, and led the first years in.
Stephanie looked around the hall, it was magnificent. Hundreds of candles floated above the tables. The ceiling was enchanted to show the sky, which was currently night and showing the thousands of stars. Above the four main tables were each of the house symbols and colors. The First Years halted and there before them was a chair with the Sorting Hat on it. Behind the hat was Teacher's table with all the Professors there, including her father. Stephanie felt a shiver through out her body and received goosebumps along her arms.
"Yolanda Alpe." (HUFFLEPUFF!)
"Frances Bixby." (HUFFLEPUFF!)
"Carmen Carrillo." (RAVENCLAW!)
"Mark Elia." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Gertrude Geech." (SLYTHERIN!)
Stephanie hadn't even realized that the Sorting Ceremony was taking place; she was instead studying her own father.
"Anastasia Haag." (GRYFFINDOR!)
"Nicole Indigo." (GRYFFINDOR!)
"Erin Jajja." (RAVENCLAW!)
"Carl Kellogg." (HUFFLEPUFF!)
"Katherine Mountain." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Sallie Mountain." (HUFFLEPUFF!)
He had unruly, raven black hair and his eyes were the exact shade of emerald Stephanie's own eyes had. He also had wired-rimmed glasses that looked fairly new.
"Philemon Nell." (RAVENCLAW!)
"Stacey Opal." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Carver O'Riley." (GRYFFINDOR!)
"Riley Pilk." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Haley Pinion." (RAVENCLAW!)
His expression was made up of various emotions, some of which Stephanie couldn't name. Stephanie's train of thought was broken when she heard a familiar name called up.
"Eric Sarem."
Eric walked up to the Sorting Hat and sat on the chair as the hat was placed on his head, about 30 seconds later the Hat spoke the house, very confidently.
"Gryffindor!"
Of course people from the Gryffindor clapped, they had received a new student. Stephanie saw the relieved face of Eric. And the Sorting continued. Stephanie now was studying the other Professors. The one at the left end of the table intrigued her somewhat. He had platinium blonde hair and gray eyes. A very weird combination in Stephanie's opinion.
"Daniel Thomas." (GRYFFINDOR!)
"Patrick Uriel." (SLYTHERIN!)
"Alex Vale." (SLYTHERIN!)
Then her own name interrupted her thoughts.
"Stephanie Vigil."
Stephanie took a deep breath as she walked over to the hat. Professor McGonagall placed the hat carefully on her head.
"Hmmm, So this is the daughter of Potter and Granger." a voice, that Stephanie assumed was the hat, spoke in her mind.
'Hi, Mr. Hat. I'm fine and how are you?' Stephanie thought a bit sarcastically.
"You have the urge to prove yourself to become great without your father's help I see. You are very clever, ambitious and brave; although your loyalty isn't as great as the others." The hat said.
'Hey! I resent that!' Stephanie thought.
"Well do you want to be a Hufflepuff?" asked the Sorting Hat.
'No, but still you don't need to be telling me my bad qualities. Next house.'
"You have an intelligent mind; however you wish to hide it. You would do well in Ravenclaw, it will show your true intellect."
'Are you mental? That house would probably be burned down by the end of the month. Next house.' Stephanie thought.
"You are very determined, resourceful, and I see that you are the devious one. Traits of a true Slytherin. You can become great there without your father's help. They refused to be in Slytherin. Here is your chance to make something of yourself."
Stephanie pondered this for a while before speaking again. 'And the other house?'
"Gryffindor, your father and mother's house. For the brave and fearless. You may reach your fullest potential here, here may be harder to become great, for you have to exceed your father's reputation. So what will it be?"
Stephanie sighed and then swallowed. 'Gryffindor.'
"Are you sure? Remember you can be the best in Slytherin, it's all in your blood."
Stephanie sighed once again. Not very aware of all the information the Hat had told her. 'I'm sure.'
"So be it. GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat announced.
Stephanie took a deep breath and she got off the stool. Stephanie then noticed that the Hall was eerily quietly. Stephanie looked at all the students and realized that they were all staring at her.
"I believe Miss Vigil here has set a new record. For the longest sorting ever, 35 minutes and 39 seconds." Dumbledore announced to the students. Stephanie just continued over to her table and sat down, leaning her head on her elbow. "Oi, that was embarrassing." Stephanie mumbled to herself.
Then another name caught Stephanie's interest.
"Joshua Weasley."
Josh went up to the Sorting Hat and it once again yet out Gryffindor.
And then finally the last name was called out, it was the oddest of them all.
"Seth Zaccentprone."
"Hey isn't that the kid who fell into the lake?" Josh whispered into Stephanie's ear.
"Yeah, I think so."
Then the old Sorting Hat once again called out Gryffindor. Seth was so excited that he ran to the Gryffindor table but then accidently tripped over his own robes and fell face down on the hard floor.
"Ouch."
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After the Sorting was finished, the feast appeared at the table. Stephanie heard almost the entire first years gasp. Stephanie didn't gasp, she was very impressed. A little while later, after everyone had stuffed their faces, The Headmaster spoke.
"Ahem… just a few more words now that we're all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should know that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all students. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has also asked me to remind you all that no magic be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch tryouts will be held sometime during the third month of the term. Anyone interested in playing for house teams should contact Madam Hooch. Now let's sing the school song, everybody pick a tune." Then the whole school started to sing; unfortunately many were out of tune.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts Teach us something please Whether we be old and bald Or young with scabby knees Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."
Stephanie, herself was singing the song to the tune, 'Jingle Bells', beside her Stephanie could hear Josh singing the song to, 'God Save The Queen' and Eric sang it to the tune of, well his own tune.
Stephanie decided right then and there, this was going to be one strange year.
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Eventually one of the Gryffindor Prefects led them through corridors an up moving staircases only to stop by a portrait with a particularly plump woman.
"Butterscotch slugs." The prefect said to the fat lady.
"You may enter, and welcome to Gryffindor," she said as the portrait opened and they were led into the common room.
'I'll have to remember that.' Stephanie thought as she looked around the common room. In her opinion the common room was comfy, yet spacious. Right now the red couch or chairs looked very inviting, but the thought of seeing the dormitory, which she would be staying in for a year, was an offer she couldn't pass up.
So everyone had been led to his or her dorms. The only thing that Stephanie could think of was to write her mom a letter about that certain someone. Stephanie took a piece of parchment and started writing.
Mom,
Well I got to Hogwarts safely. I was sorted into Gryffindor; although The Sorting Hat wanted to put me into Slytherin, weird I know. I meet some new friends named Josh and Eric. So that's about it.
Love, Stephanie
P.S. Dad's is the DADA Teacher.
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Stephanie awoke later that morning, only getting three, four hours of sleep that night.
Thanks to her ever so annoying roommates, Nicole Indigo and Anastasia Haag. They practically spent half the night talking, well actually more of gossiping and giggling, about their famous, handsome, teacher Harry Potter. A topic that Stephanie was very particular about for obvious reasons, and was not to be taken lightly by her. And to think Stephanie would have to spend seven years with these people. Oi, that was depressing. At least there was one girl in her dorm that didn't irritate the hell out of her. Her name was Chris, short for Christina. She had short pale blonde hair, blue eyes, and was about the same height as Stephanie. The only other things that Stephanie knew was that Chris was a second year and was stuck in this dorm because she was the only girl in second year and did not want to be alone.
When Stephanie actually did get some sleep, she had unusual nightmares, some of them short choppy dreams, but Stephanie thought nothing of them. And even for a few minutes Stephanie dreamt a dreamless sleep, just cold, lonely darkness where even the happiest person in the world could feel lonely. There also was these awful, violent dreams involving a very uh, interesting man, well if you could him a man. He was thin, he had whiter than skull skin, wide, scarlet red eyes, and a nose that was as flat as a snake and with two slits for nostrils. Stephanie saw this 'thing' torture and slaughter innocent people. She watched these people being killed and tortured in the most gruesome of ways. Over time Stephanie began less afraid of 'it' and she started to have an extreme hatred for him. Although, Stephanie never told anyone about these dreams. She didn't want to appear mentally challenged, so she kept them to herself.
It had been around five o'clock when Stephanie awoke, by a tapping at her window. Stephanie groggily sauntered to her window only to find Cinders, her owl, causing the disturbance, while carrying a letter from her mother. Stephanie took the letter from Cinders and gave her an owl treat. Cinders nipped at Stephanie's hand and flew off.
With a sigh Stephanie opened the letter, hoping that her mother wouldn't take her out of Hogwarts and make her give up magic. That definitely would be the worse case scenario for Stephanie.
The letter was very small, not the huge letter with ongoing ramblings about how she shouldn't tell her father about the whole ordeal, complete with a long list of reasons, like Stephanie had expected. The letter was short, sweet, and to the point, which was very unlike Stephanie's mom. The letter read as,
Dear Shorty,
You're in Gryffindor, that's great, but the Slytherins may get on your nerves often, but do not pay attention to them, some are just full of hot air. Now the situation about your father, just please do one thing for me and do not tell your father about yourself or me. I need to tell him myself when the time comes. Also tell me is the Potions Teacher still Snape? If so watch out for him, he hates Gryffindors, and will take away points just because he wants to. Work hard.
Love, Mom
Stephanie could understand why her mom was like that. If for instance, Stephanie herself told her father about whom she really was he would ask question that Stephanie couldn't answer herself. Like, why did she leave without telling anyone that she was pregnant? Stephanie would definitely not want to answer those questions all by herself that would be very uncomfortable.
Suddenly a thought popped into her head. She hadn't looked at her schedule yet. Or even who were her teachers that year. Stephanie took out the parchment and looked at her schedule. Stephanie believed the fates were truly pissed off at her. It seemed that the year was getting worse by the minute, and it was only the second day. Almost all of the Professors on the list had know both her mother and father, which meant more people could find out why she looked so much like Harry and Hermione.
The teachers that knew her mother and father, were,
Herbology- Neville Longbottom
Potions- Draco Malfoy
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Harry Potter
Transfiguration- Minerva McGonagall
Once again she looked at the schedule, to discover that she overlook that today she had Defense Against Dark Arts and Potions with Slytherin,
By the time after all her reminiscing was finished, her roommate Chris was already up, and looking at Stephanie very oddly. Chris approached Stephanie quietly and tapped her on the shoulder lightly.
"Um, why are you talking to yourself, while mentioning something about the pissed-off fates?" Chris asked a bit confused and yet amused.
Stephanie looked up a Chris a bit startled, not expecting someone to be up this early, and to be eavesdropping in a conversation to herself. Stephanie stood up confidently, and spoke a bit nervously. "Uh, how much of my conversation with myself did you catch?"
Chris looked a bit perplexed at this but answered anyways. "Just the part about something with the fates being pissed off everything else was just a mumble."
Stephanie looked very relieved at this statement. Stephanie did not want to reveal her true identity on the second day, that would just be pathetic. Then a thought occurred to Stephanie.
"So we haven't really met. My name is Stephanie Vigil." Stephanie said as she extended her hand.
Chris clasped the hand. "Chris Weasley."
"Are you related to Josh Weasley?" asked Stephanie pondering if the Weasley family had yet another member.
"Yeah, he's my cousin." replied Chris.
"Just curious, who are your parents name?" Stephanie asked wondering how a Weasley can have such blonde hair, well actually any trace of blonde hair, she had never seen anyone like that, it was like…
"Oh, Bill Wealsey and Fluer Delacour."
She was a veela. Well ¼ veela anyway. She looked like she had veela type hair and she most likely had her father's eyes.
Hopefully they would become good friends.
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After Stephanie had showered and changed into her robes, Stephanie and Chris and went down to the Great Hall for Breakfast. Upon entering the Great Hall Stephanie glanced at Harry briefly and swallowed the lump forming in her throat. The two sat somewhere in the middle table waiting for all the other students to come in, while Stephanie looked downcast involuntarily.
"Stephanie are you ok you look a bit depressed." Chris asked with obvious concern on her face.
Stephanie hadn't realized she looked troubled. "Oh, I just have a headache."
As Stephanie said this Josh and Eric came in through the doors of the Great Hall to sit by Stephanie and Chris.
"Hey, Stephanie who's your friend?" Eric asked a little too interested.
"Down boy. This is Chris Weasley. Josh's cousin. Chris the eager one here is Eric Sarem."
"Hi Chris." Josh said to cousin.
"Hi Josh. Well I see you've made some new friends." replied Chris
"And I see you have made a friend out of my friend."
"Is my new name, friend? Well, I think it's better than shorty." Stephanie said while trying to balance her spoon on her nose.
"Well Chris are you in Gryffindor?" Eric asked trying to be and trying to be in the conversation.
"Eric, she has a Gryffindor badge on her robe." Josh said clearly irritated.
Eric looked very embarrassed at that but tried to cover up his image by acted overconfident. "Well, I knew that. I just wanted to make conversation."
"Sure you were, Eric," said Josh as he rolled his eyes.
"Hey guys what about our DADA teacher, Harry Potter?" Eric said trying to change the topic from his little blooper.
"Guys please I rather not talk about uh, anything right now it feels like I have a Mountain Troll jumping rope on my head." Stephanie said with noticeable discomfort. Trying to correspond with her little fib, Stephanie smacked her head intensely on the table. Not meaning to hit her head so hard. "Ouch!" Stephanie said as she lifted her head and rubbed it.
"Okay since we know your lying, what's your problem with Harry Potter? For instance on the train when Josh and me mention Harry Potter being on the train and being our teacher, you fainted." said Eric.
"No, it was just the attack on the train that made me faint, and my headache was because lack of sleep. You know roommates just want talk all night long. You know what I think, I am going back to my dorm to get some more sleep. Ok bye." Stephanie said, a bit too hastily as she stood up and walked to the doors.
"But, what about breakfast?" Josh said as the food appeared on the table.
Stephanie ran to the table grabbed and bit into a piece of toast, and started walking back towards the door again. "There I'm full, thanks for the reminder and bye." Stephanie yelled over the crowd just before she disappeared from the hall.
"What's jumping rope by the way?" asked Eric.
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Okay the chapter after this isn't revised yet, I still have to do a little more work on that one. So tell me how my revisions are going!