DISCLAIMER: I have seen many a funny disclaimer, but I do not have one to use so I do not own Harry Potter, if I did I would be rich and I would be putting this story in a book as opposed to this website. I own Amanda Marciano. You cannot have her to use, nor can you use the Demangels, I do not own the idea of the Demangels, I have gotten permission from the owner to use them now... On with the story!
CHAPTER 4
WELCOME TO GRYFFINDOR (Healing a wound)
I was still standing dumbly right near the small door at the back of the room when Professor Dumbledore said "Now if Amanda Marciano could please sit on the stool and out on the sorting hat?" It seemed more a question than a command so I was more than willing to comply. I began to walk towards the stool and I heard Sirius yell "Go Amy!" I shot him a look that could kill, murder, mutilate, decapitate. He shuddered I looked back at Lily who again smiled encouragingly. That gave me the push I needed and I walked to the stool, sitting and putting on the hat.
'So you want to be in slytherin or Gryffindor, Erica?' said the soft voice of the hat in my ears.
'Yes' I thought as a reply.
'You have the great intelligence of a Ravenclaw and the fairness and loyalty of a Hufflepuff.
'True, but I also have the cunning of a Slytherin and the Bravery of a gryffindor, and I would prefer to be one of those.'
'Fair point. Perhaps based on your history I should put you with your friends'
'How do you know my history?' This hat was starting to bother me. It knew my secrets.
'I know what is in your head. Yes, that is my decision you are in GRYFFINDOR!' The hat shouted the last word to the room and people. I walked to Lily, she was in Gryffindor, and sat on her right.
"Amy!" yelled Sirius joyfully as everyone clapped
"Don't call me AMY!" I said, than added as an after thought "So, what house is Kandie in?"
"Sadly, Gryffindor" he said and grabbed me by the shoulders turning me slightly. I broke free of his grasp and look around. There she was. I realized why Sirius turned me, he wanted me to act as his shield from her. The old man spoke now
"Before we eat I would like to say a few words, and they are 'Enjoy your and dinner'" I looked at the table as the plates magically filled themselfs. I took a small helping of food, about half the size as Sirius's. I took a small bite, more a nibble than a bite.
"Amy you are so skinny. You should eat more than that" said Sirius piling more food onto my plate.
"I'm not hungry. I had chocolate frogs on the train. Speaking of what was going on when you all kicked me out?" I hoped that maybe Sirius would trust me enough to confide in me, and I hoped he wouldn't notice that I was trying to change the subject. I would feel better hearing about Remus's problem from someone that Remus was close to.
"Well...uh...Remus...he...uh...Maybe you should talk to him." Sirius seemed nervous, and he started shoveling food into his mouth like it was his last meal. I looked around, Remus still wasn't here. I wondered if he had the problem all night or just part of it. I ate another bite of food, when the desserts appeared. I immediately reached for a chocolate mousse and ate a small bit of it. Sirius Again ate mounds of food. How could he eat that much without getting sick? After everyone had finished eating the food. Dumbledore stood up and a hush automatically fell over everyone. I looked up at him hoping for...I don't know what I was hoping for, but I felt my hope boiling in me. He told us rules, the forbidden forest, was of course forbidden, as were a few items. I paid no attention, but was rather drawn towards looking at a black haired boy who was looking me over as if preparing to curse me. I knew how to defend myself. I was quite good at it actually, but I would prefer not to show my skills on my first night. After we ate Lily showed me to the Gryffindor Common Room. The password to get in was Licence Plate. I found it weird that the password was so random, but I decided that it was easy to remember something so unconnected to my life. She showed me where I was going to sleep, so I changed into my black silk tank top and pants and went to bed. It was around 2 in the morning when I woke up. I wasn't sure at first what had woken me, but as I heard it again I was sure it was Remus dealing with his problem. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I went down into the common room. I sat on the couch in front of the fire. The fire looked like it was slowly dying...like I used to feel inside. As the flames were sinking lower, lower, lower, lower, lower, until only the embers were glowing a fiery red. The coals sparked, but the fire slowly died away. I sat there for what felt like hours until I was startled out of my peaceful thoughts by the portrait hole opening reveling none other than an injured James Potter. HE stumbled in to the common clutching his stomach and swearing like there was no tomorrow. I felt bad for him, his injuries much worse than any physical injuries I have ever had. He had a very large and deep gash across his stomach which was bleeding profusely. I really hate showing affection towards other livening beings...dead ones I have no problems with.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? You know first years live here too."
"Well sor-ry Amy, but incase you haven't noticed I am practically bleeding to death here"
"Here let me help you." I sighed. We both sat down. I examined the wound for a moment before blushing slightly and saying "umm...James you need to take off your shirt." He eyed me skeptically before nodding and removing his shirt.
"Oh My God, James!" I said when I saw the wound. I clasped my hand over my mouth. After a tricky bit of spell work and a touch of Murtlap James was healed.
"James, to eliminate scars dab some of this on them before bed at night." I pulled a jar of murlarp scar treatment cream I had made long time ago out of thin air...or that's what it looked like to him. I knew a spell that could make thins come to your hand much quicker than Accio. I handed the jar to James and leaned back against the couch. James followed suit. I picked up James shirt and said a spell to remove the blood, than folded it and put it in his lap. He picked it up off of his lap and draped it over a nearby chair.
"James it is a freshly cleaned shirt I just had it folded why did you unfold it?"
"It leaves creases in my clothes." I rolled my eyes at his silly answer. We sat on the couch for a few minutes in silence staring at the last of the glowing embers.
"Amy?" He began after a minute. "How do you know it all? All the healing spells and this cream here? How did you learn it all?"
"My mother wouldn't let my go to a magic school during the winter months, and spring and fall. She thought that I should keep studying 'normal' muggle subjects like math and science and such. Anyways I noticed that underage magic isn't monitored when school is in session, so I practiced at home. I got top grades at my summer school. Only went so that I could get credit for all of my magic. I learned from books and I even made up a few of my own spells."
"Did you learn to become an animagus?" James asked. I debated telling him, but than decided to.
"I am a hawk. Are you one? An animagus I mean?"
"Oh, uhhh, yeah I'm a stag. Do you know the reason you're a Hawk? There is a reason for each you know."
"I know, but I don't know."
"Your contradicting yourself."
"I know we all have reasons for our animagus, but I don't know mine. I don't like it either. Hawks are powerful, and I am not. I have a spell that can turn you into any animal you want though. You say Creatura and than your animal. I usually turn into a robin or a rabbit, or sometimes a moth. The effects of the spell start to wear off after about half an hour, but the human like qualities of your voice come back first, so you just say it again."
"Oh. Wow, you know a lot." James and I talked more, and about more personal things, such as my history. I felt like my internal wounds were healed now. That is last thing I remember before fell asleep.
