Title: A Halliwell in Hogwarts- chapter 10
Author: Artino2
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Rating: R
Warnings: language, moderate sexual activity.
Pairings: George Weasley/ofc, Fred Weasley/Angelina, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them. I'm only playing with them and will return them unharmed and happy.
Summary: This is a Charmed/HP crossover. Payton Halliwell is the daughter of Phoebe Halliwell and only female legacy in the Halliwell family. When the sisters are summoned to Hogwarts, Payton must follow. Will she adjust to living in a witch's world or will she find herself an outcast among her kind?
She was impressed with the grandeur of Hogwarts. The school looked most impressive as the carriage pulled up to it. Payton turned to George who had been trying to converse with her the short distance. She had tuned him out though, not wanting such a serious conversation to take place in such a short timeframe. Also, she needed time to sort out her feelings.
"Well, here we are," George said as he stepped out of the carriage and then turned to help Payton down.
"Do we need to get our luggage?" she asked as he started to steer her towards the front doors.
"No, it will be brought to our rooms for us," he said as he led her into the grand hall. Students were hurrying here and there, looking for old friends and greeting new faces. George led her into the great hall where the familiar tables were waiting. "They will do the sorting first."
"Sorting?" Payton asked.
"All new students will be sorted into which house they will be a part of. All except you of course, Mum already said it was arranged for you to be in Gryffindor with Harry and the rest of us."
Payton let him lead her over to a long table that was quickly filling with students. She noticed that several of them greeted George fondly; obviously friends of his and others scurried away.
They sat down at the table and George pointed out several of the professors to her.
"So, you two married yet?"
Payton looked up to see Fred and Angelina taking their seats across from them. "No, are you?" she replied with a sarcastic tone of voice.
Fred gave George an annoyed looked. "After all the trouble I went through impersonating you, you still haven't hooked the girl yet?"
"You will be so lucky if I don't turn you into a ferret in your sleep," George whispered to his annoying twin brother.
All talk came to a sudden halt as Dumbledore cleared his throat and began his welcoming speech to everyone.
"Now that everyone has been sorted, I want to welcome you all to another year at Hogwarts. A lot has happened over the summer and as you know we must all take more precautionary measures because of it," Dumbledore said with a serious tone in his voice. "Life will continue however all I ask is that you do not leave the school grounds alone, do not wander around at night, and please remember to keep your wands with you at every moment."
Payton guessed that his speech had to do with what her mother had told her happened to Harry last year. She looked over at the boy and frowned. If what her mother had said was true, and her mother would not lie about something so important, then the boy had been through such a terrible ordeal. She would keep her wits about her and watch over him, just as she had promised her mother.
She listened to the rest of Dumbledore's speech and when he had finished, he dismissed everyone to go to their rooms. George wanted to walk with Payton to Gryffindor's common room but Angelina and Katie insisted on talking about the Quiddich try outs. "Can't it wait?" George asked her.
Angelina gave him a look of utter shock, "Uhh, no. You know Quiddich is THE most important thing in life." Fred gave her an equal look of shock and Angelina laughed, "Ok, the second most important thing."
Payton stood up and wondered which way to go when Hermione came up beside her. "I'll walk with you. They will be talking Quiddich for awhile. It is their passion."
Payton smiled, "Thanks, I have no idea where my room is. This place is huge." She looked at the pretty brown haired girl. "You don't play Quiddich?"
Hermione laughed at her question. "No. I'm not good at sports." She looked back over to where Ron, Ginny, Harry and the others were all sitting with their heads together. "Ginny wants to make the team this year. I hope she does well."
Payton followed Hermione up the long staircase, her eyes taking in all the portraits that seemed to be watching them. "This place is fascinating," she said as she stepped through a portrait after Hermione.
"The girl's dorms are over there," Hermione said as she pointed to the right side of the room where there was a small staircase. "Over there," she continued pointing to an exact stairway on the other side of the room, "is where the boy's stay. We can go put our stuff away in our room until the others get back."
Payton followed Hermione into the girl's dorm. Sure enough, her trunk and bags were ready and waiting for her on her bed. "This is a nice room," she said as she looked around at the large four poster beds that looked comfortable and inviting. She opened a door to find a good sized closet next to her dresser. She started unpacking her stuff, taking care to hang her clothes so that they would not wrinkle. She was not fond of the uniforms that she was going to have to wear. "I hate uniforms," she mumbled and Hermione laughed on the other side of the room. She too was hanging up her things. "They aren't so bad. Everyone will be wearing them. I'm not exactly excited about it but you get used to looking the same day after day."
When they had their things unpacked, they checked over each other's schedules. "We have a lot of classes together," Hermione said.
"Good, at least I'll know someone in them then."
"I think the ones I am not in, you will at least have Ron and Harry in them with you." Hermione looked at Divination on Payton's schedule. "This class is always boring," Hermione said as she thought about Professor Trelawney and how she always claimed to know Harry's future.
"Divination," Payton read where Hermione was pointing, "it sounds interesting to me."
"It might be, if the Professor Trelawney could actually tell the future."
Hermione heard commotion and put her schedule back into her folder just as a knock sounded on their door. She went to answer it and found Ginny and Angelina waiting there. "George wants to see Payton," Ginny said with a grin as she flopped down on the nearest bed. "I wish I could room here with you guys. I'm stuck with Eloise and she snores too much."
"Try being stuck with Katie, she could snore Eloise into oblivion," Angelina teased. "Payton, you do know that George is into you."
Payton looked away from the girls. "I can kind of tell," she admitted. "But to be honest, I am not sure I want the complications of anything more than friendship right now."
"George is a good guy," Angelina added.
"I can tell that, although I did notice several kids run away from him quickly."
Angelina and Ginny chuckled. "Yeah, they were probably ones who found themselves on the other end of one of Fred and George's pranks," Ginny laughed.
"Pranks like turning my hair red?" Payton asked with an eyebrow arched in mock surprise.
"Oh that was mild compared to some of the stuff those two have pulled," Angelina warned. "Speaking of them, I do believe they are waiting for us." Angelina turned and left the room with Ginny and Hermione following her. Payton lagged behind, not sure exactly what she would say to George. She liked him. She really did, but did she want to act on that? It was times like these that she wished her mother was here to talk to. It was one of the things that she cherished, being so close to her mother that they could talk about anything. But, her mother wasn't here. She was off fighting evil somewhere no doubt and Payton was left on her own.
With a sigh, she put her schedule away and left to join the others.
George looked anxiously towards the stairs to the girl's dorm. "She hates me," he fretted to his twin.
"She doesn't hate you," Fred said as he elbowed his brother. "How can anyone hate us? We are great guys."
George hit Fred back and was about to tell him how conceited he was when he saw her come into the room. "Bed her and get it out of your system," Fred whispered. "We have a lot of work to get started on with the business."
George knew that Fred was talking about finding first years willing to let them test their new products out on them.
"Hi," Payton said as she came over to the group.
"All settled in?" George inquired.
"Yep, the rooms here are great." She saw that someone had started a roaring fire in the fireplace and the room was really cozy. Several students sat around on the various couches lost in conversation with each other.
"Do you have a tough schedule?"
"According to Hermione it should be fine."
George had to laugh at that. "According to Hermione there should be even more subjects taught than there already is."
Payton couldn't argue. She had only known the brown headed witch a short time but she already could see she had a thing for academics. "School is school no matter what is being taught. I've never really liked learning, not even witchcraft but my mother insisted on teaching me as soon as I could talk."
"Well it is a lot better than being a muggle and being defenseless."
"Not having magic doesn't make one defenseless," Payton argued. "I've seen my mother and aunts kick the asses of demons twice their size without the use of their powers."
George looked at her skeptically. "Small demons right?"
Payton shook her head. "You think just because I am small it means I couldn't take you?"
George could see he had talked himself into a precarious situation. He did not want to anger her, but he also did not truly think that she could overpower him. She wasn't more than 5'4" and about 100 pounds where as he was 6' 3" and 169 pounds. He didn't see any way that she could take him down. Well at least not any fair way. "I just mean that it is much easier using magic. We are fortunate to be born into magical families and we have that advantage." He grinned at her, hoping he had talked his way out of it.
Payton laughed, "You just don't want to fight me," she teased.