Here's the first day of school. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
And a special thanks to my editor Mandy!
Rating: K this story is pretty mild
Summary: It's Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, and due to past happenings with You-Know-Who, the American Government of Magic has sent some assistance.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately, don't own Harry Potter, but I do own all the American students you will soon come to know.
Chapter 2
Hitting the Books
Hermione awoke to the sound of PJ putting her supplies in her bag. Her hair was dripping wet and she was wearing a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. Hermione looked at the clock; it was only 6:00. She propped herself up and rubbed her eyes, "Excuse me if I sound rude, but what are you doing, breakfast starts at 7:30."
PJ turned around, "Oh you're up," she whispered trying not to wake everyone in the room, "Well I went and took a shower, and now I'm packing, and I was just going to read until you woke up," PJ grabbed her wand and pointed it at her head and muttered something and her hair dried instantly. "Oh, and I noticed that we have most of the same classes." she said pointing at Hermione's schedule sitting on the bedside table.
Hermione sat up "Well now that I'm awake I'll get ready and we'll head for breakfast once I'm done."
"Thanks Hermione." said PJ smiling. She set her bag down by her bed and plopped on the pillows to read. Hermione grabbed her things and went off to the bathroom. When she came back she was wearing her robes and ready to go. "Hey." said PJ she jumped up and put on her robes and grabbed her bag. The two headed down the stairs and waited for Harry and Ron for about five minutes before they came down.
"Hey guys." said PJ. Ron mumbled something unintelligible.
"I had to drag him out of bed and bribe him with food." explained Harry. The four walked to the great hall and had a breakfast of toast, sausage, eggs, and as a treat for the Americans, grits.
"What'd you say this was?" said Ron playing with the grits on his plate.
"Yeah," said Harry, "I've never seen anything like them."
PJ laughed, "They are just one of the best dang southern foods you could ever wanna to eat," she said in a country accent, only receiving stares she started talking normal, "They're called grits and they are made of corn meal, okay? Try 'em."
"They're really not that bad." said Hermione placing a spoonful of grits in her mouth. Harry and Ron still stared at their grits suspiciously, but finally both tried them.
"Hermione look!" PJ said in mock excitement, "Neither of them died!" Hermione snickered as she nibbled toast.
"They're not that bad, actually!" said Ron in amazement.
"I've only been telling you for the past fifteen minutes!" said PJ.
Suddenly there was the sound of hundreds of flapping wings. Owls came fluttering through the windows with letters and landed on the plates of those receiving letters. A large brown owl landed on Harry's plate with the Daily Prophet. "What's that?" asked PJ swallowing a bite of eggs.
"Oh it's out newspaper, the Daily Prophet." said Harry. PJ nodded and turned her attention to an owl that landed off the side of her plate.
"Hello D.C." she said feeding it a piece of toast. "This is my dad's owl I guess he just dropped off something." She sat there scratching his head and feeding him scraps. Just then Professor Logan walked up.
"Hey kid." he said messing up PJ's hair.
"Hey Dad- oh wait, Professor Logan." said PJ.
"You can still call me Dad, just not during class." he said smiling. He looked up from PJ to see three students staring at him. "Now who are these fine students?" he said sitting down.
"Oh," said PJ recalling her friends' presence, "This is Hermione, Ron, and Harry."
"Nice to meet you, and looking forward to teaching you, I've heard you guys have had some experience in Defense Against the dark Arts?" said Professor Logan raising a brow.
"Yes sir." said Harry.
"Well that's very-"he stopped and looked at his watch. "Oh, I'd love to stay and chat, but, I've got to go get ready for class, and I believe it would be wise for you to do so, as well." he stood up with a sigh, "See you after lunch."
"We probably should go to class." said Hermione.
"And, which class would that be?" said Harry grabbing his belongings.
"Transfiguration." replied PJ.
"I like your dad, PJ, he seems alright." said Ron as they walked out.
"Well I've got him trained well." said PJ. The four headed for the stairs but stopped when they heard running feet approaching. PJ turned and saw a pale girl with long blond hair coming towards them. "You know her?" PJ asked Harry.
"Yeah, that's Luna, a fifth year from Ravenclaw." he replied.
"Hello Harry." she said in her breathy, distant voice.
"'Alo Luna." he said.
"I just saw you and figured I should say hi." she said turning into PJ, "Oh, hello, I don't believe I know you."
"Luna," Harry cut in,"This is PJ, she's from America."
"That's quite far," she said, "Tell me, have you ever seen a snarltarf? They live in America, my father just had an article in the Quibbler about them, they are distant cousins of botruckles." asked Luna, eye's widening.
PJ was caught off guard by this question, but quickly came up with a response, "You know, I haven't, but when I go back I'll do my best to find one for you." Luna smiled and walked off. "Is she always like that, I mean odd?" said PJ once Luna was out of earshot.
"More like loony." muttered Ron. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. "Oww!" Ron whined.
"Suck it up." Hermione said rolling her eyes.
They approached the door to the Transfiguration classroom to find almost no one else was there. They sat down near Neville who was looking over a plant of his. "Hello Neville." said Hermione with a smile.
"'Alo." said Neville.
"Hi Neville," said PJ, "I'm PJ Logan, I'm here from America."
Neville looked up from his plant, "Oh, um, err, H-hello."
Hermione tugged on PJ's robe, "PJ, he gets kind of nervous around new people." she whispered.
"Okay." she whispered, then continued in a regular voice, "What time does this class start?" Students started flooding in all of a sudden.
"Now, Miss Logan, class starts now." said McGonagall.
The lesson was typical for their group, Hermione getting everything right the first time, but this time there was somebody sharing her spotlight, PJ. At the end of class Ron asked "How'd you do that PJ?"
"Do what?"
"You know, do well in class?" said Harry.
"Oh, well Transfiguration is my favorite class."
"Right." said Ron wondering how anyone could like that class so much. The four continued down the hallway to charms class.
This class had the same results as the previous, Hermione and PJ were the star pupils, once again. "Is Charms your other favorite class?" asked Ron sarcastically.
"No, I was in advanced magic at my old school is all." said PJ nonchalantly.
A light bulb went off in Ron's mind, "Would you ever let anyone, I don't know, say, copy homework from you?"
"Not happening Ron." said PJ flatly.
The next class was Potions. Harry led the way down in the dungeons to the dark, dank room where the four would be spending a class period every day for the rest of the school year. "Here we are, Potions," said Harry smiling, "But don't be deceived, it's a lot worse than it would appear to be."
"Potter," came a voice behind them, "I must say I'm not surprised, by your, rudeness," Snape brushed past them and went to his desk, "Five points from Gryffindor."
PJ was put off by how fast Snape was willing to punish Harry. "That's a bloody load of crap if I ever heard one." mumbled PJ as she followed Hermione to a desk.
"Miss Logan if you have a problem with the way I treat those who are disrespectful, maybe I should help you grow accustomed to it, five more points from Gryffindor." sneered Snape with a look in his eye daring her to talk again.
She stood there staring at him for a second, then with a, "Yes, sir." she went over to her desk. Over the next few minutes PJ stared loathingly at Snape, oblivious to everything going on around her.
Finally everyone flooded in and Snape stood and started without any sort of a welcome, "Take out your Advanced Potion Making books and turn to page sixty-three." The class obediently did so, PJ finally taking her eyes off Snape. 'Maybe he's just stressed because of the new school year,' she thought, 'yeah, I oughta' cut him some slack.'
"Today we will be learning, about Shrinking Potion, " droned Snape, "Can anyone tell me what may be the main and most active ingredient?" Two hands shot up, Hermione's and PJ's. Snape ignored them, then when no one else volunteered, he picked PJ. "Yes, Miss Logan?" he sneered.
"It's the root of a plant called shriken doxtruos, it has no effect unless brewed for twenty hours along with toad blood. It was discovered in 1349 by a witch named Holly Dockland, from Germany." said PJ in one breath.
"Miss Logan," Snape growled, unimpressed, "Don't think just because your father is a professor you can get away with smarting off to me, five points from Gryffindor."
PJ stared in disbelief, unnoticed by Snape, who went back to his, as PJ later called it, "Tyrant Ravings". The class went on as good as possible, considering this was Snape's class. At the end of class everyone was given a list of the ingredients to make the shrinking potion, but Snape seemed to run out just before he got to PJ. "Hmm, what horrible luck." was all he said sneering.
As they left the class PJ fumed about the horridness of Snape, "I can't believe him!" she'd shout repeatedly.
When he could get a word in Harry said, "Well before you got in you already had a few things against you, first, your dad got the job Snape's wanted for years, second your in Gryffindor, third, you're not in Slytherin, and fourth your smart. That's all bad on Snape's list."
PJ seemed even angrier, so Ron cut in, "But it was bloody hilarious how mad you got him, I thought Harry was the only one who could do that!" PJ started to cool down a bit.
The rest of the day only resulted in homework for the four students. "This is kid stuff." said PJ eying the two assignments she had.
"Well can you help us kids then?" said Ron with a distressed look on his face.
"All you have to do is write a page on the usefulness of shrinking potions, and turn a teakettle into a pinecone." PJ said.
"Help." said Ron turning to Hermione.
"Fine." said Hermione. Harry tried on his own to change the tea kettle but he couldn't get to stop whistling, and gave up.
"PJ, what are shrinking potions good for?" he said. PJ explained and ended up letting Harry copy her paper, changing a few things here and there to keep it his. Ron on the other hand ended up with a tin pinecone, and an exact copy of Hermione's paper.
"Thanks Hermione.' said Ron happily once he was done.
"Same here PJ." Harry said.
"Don't get used to it." replied PJ. She picked up her bag and her homework, "I'm going to put my stuff up on my bed I'll be down to go to dinner in a sec."
She reached the top of the stairs and entered the room to find another girl with dark skin and pretty black hair, "Hello." she said to be polite.
The girl turned around and smiled, "Hi." she said and left. She threw her stuff down on her bed and ran down stairs.
"Ready to go?" PJ asked.
"Yeah, lets go." said Hermione. The little group filed out through the portrait hole.
"I can't believe you guys have never eaten ribs or cornbread before!" said PJ in amazement as she walked through the portrait hole. Once again, in honor of the new students, the house elves prepared American food, and once again PJ was amazed by what the others had missed out on all their lives. They walked over to the couches and sat down.
"I'm tired," said Ron, leaning back on the chair and shutting his eyes.
Hermione reached over and sucker punched him. "Then go to bed!" she said curtly.
"Will you stop?" Ron whined, "Are you trying to send me to the hospital wing."
"What if I am?" said Hermione.
"Save your fighting, we have a class with Slytherin tomorrow." said Harry.
"Already?" groaned Ron, flopping over on the overstuffed chair in mock agony.
"What's wrong with the Slytherins?" asked PJ. They all stared at her oddly.
"Remember the Hydras from your old school?" asked Harry.
"Oh,' said PJ getting the full picture, "I guess I'm going to meet that Malfoy you told me about?"
"Yeah," said Hermione, "Let me give you a preview, he cares too much about bloodlines, his father's a death eater, and he's a wimpy git."
"Ahh." said PJ a bit frightened by the tone in Hermione's voice. "I'll be looking forward to that." she said sarcastically. PJ yawned. "I'm tired, I'm gonna go to bed, see you tomorrow." she said standing and stretching.
"Goodnight." replied the others. She walked up the stairs and into her room, 'Good,' she thought, 'No one here.' She threw her robes on her pile of things at the end of the bed. "That's better." she said to herself, looking down at her jeans and t-shirt.
PJ flopped onto her bed and brought parchment and a quill and ink out of one of the drawers on her bedside table. She glanced around once more and started writing. She tied up the piece of parchment and handed it to Clockwise. "You know what to do." she whispered as she walked him over to the window. "Go now, hurry." PJ watched Clockwise fly away until he turned and was out of sight.
There it is. Let me know what you think. I heart reviews! The next chapter will be up next week possibly, not making promises. It's gonna be good!