Chapter 2- Back Again!
Harry had just climbed into a carriage with Ron, Hermione as he watched Six trail off with the first years. Harry was trying to hide his disappointment with the absence of the metamorphmagus, but was apparently doing a bad job because Ron commented.
"Come on Harry, she's got to get sorted. Relax, she isn't going to disappear." Ron said jokingly.
The carriage came to a halt and they unloaded and waltzed into the great hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. They watched the first years come in nervously and Six being the tallest of the group, looked as though she was baby-sitting.
Professor McGonagall placed the stool down in front as usual. She then pulled out her list and adjusted a pair of reading glasses that rested on the bridge of her nose. Her brow furrowed as she looked over at Six who seemed, at the current, to be staring off into space.
"Well, Ms. Six, I suppose you will be going first seeing on how you haven't a last name." Professor McGonagall said in he usual strict tone. Six sat on the stool and watched the Professor crown her with the shabby looking sorting hat.
As soon as it took place on her head it came to life. "Ah, yes..." It spoke from the rip near the brim. "You have an amazing mind, never have I seen such balances and variety... You have the knowledge of a Ravenclaw, the stealth of a Slytherin, a heart of a true golden Gryffindor, and the greatest organization I think a Hufflepuff could ever ask for. You are destined to do great things Six and that is why I choose to put you into..."
Harry was in great suspense, so apprehensive to see where she'd go. 'But why?' He said to himself. 'Why do I care so much what she does or where the silly old hat puts her.' He sighed, he couldn't fight his mind anymore with his own stupid questions. 'Face it Harry, it looks like she's already taken a chunk of your priorities, maybe you have feelings for her." He shook it off just before the sorting hat shouted just what he wanted to hear.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
A lot of cheers came from the Gryffindor table as she came to sit down next to Harry. She laughed "No sweat, I wonder why all the others up there are literally biting their nails off." Harry smiled at her and she smiled back pulling out the ponytails and shaking her as the hair fell into place.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. 'She's really pretty Harry, nice choice.' said a little voice in the back of his head. He grunted mentally, since when did his emotions get such loud mouths?
Dumbledore cleared his throat after he made his large speech about the Triwizard Tournament and raised his hands up in the air. "Let the feast begin!" He shouted with great pride and food of all sorts appeared on the table.
They dug in and began talking, some with mouths full others not. "So, Six... What about your family?" Hermione said as she shoveled peas onto her plate.
Six took a big gulp before replying. "My parents are dead and gone, killed by all the Death Eaters Voldemort had, according to some old tales past on down my family line." (Hermione and Ron cringed at the name) "I used to live with my Aunt Illaca in Japan but I got kicked out of school so right now I live in an apartment in Britain and my Aunt sends money every month for my rent, I promised her by the time I was sixteen I would get a job and pay for myself but she said I didn't have to. She's so sweet. My whole family tree were wizards who did great things, I'm actually related to Nicholas Flamel and my Aunt Illy married the man who invented the Quikquill, which he says actually was a joke but apparently got to Zonko's fast and ended up in professional's hands. Voldemort tried to kill me personally at only eight months old but missed, it hit a mirror, a lot of it's power died and then it him me right smack in the head. The people who found me," She paused shortly before picking up a dinner roll and buttering it. "Said that I was passed out and that this thing ended up on my forehead."
She pulled up the hair around her forehead with one hand while stuffing the bread in her mouth with the other. She revealed a scar in the shape of a star. "Word never got out that I survived a mild dose of an unforgivable curse, and I'm happy about that, I look at Harry and see all the publicity he's got and have never been so proud not to be in The Daily Prophet every other day." She paused and looked to Harry. "No offense to you or anything but I would hate everybody knowing everything I did, it seems scary."
Harry Nodded, "Oh, trust me I don't like it either." Six nodded in total understanding. "Yeah, so that's how I got my name, Six- five points on a star plus one for good luck." She smiled. "Sorry I talk so much..." She said blushing, her face becoming flushed.
"No, it's quite all right, I'm a big talker, too." Hermione said and Ron nodded. "Yup, don't get her started on spew." He said rolling his eyes preparing to get yelled at.
A/N: I know I don't sound british and am having trouble with that evidently, hope you enjoy this chapter, and glad to be back... this thing will probably end up having a lemon chapter, I'll see but it will have to wait, this story had a whole lot ahead of it
Next chapter will be out tomorrow, tune in!