Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Britta is my character that I made up and the only one that I have any sort of claim to. Some of this chapter does follow along with the actually story.
Chapter 4
"What are you two laughing about?" Hermione asked as she joined Harry and Ron at a table in the common room.
"Oh, I was just remembering the amazing bouncing ferret," Ron said still laughing.
"Oh well, have you guys seen Britta? She wasn't in potions class today." Hermione looked worried.
"Come to think of it, the only time I saw her today was at breakfast and Herbology," Harry contemplated.
"Here she comes now," Ron pointed to the door where Britta was just coming through, "Hey Britta over here."
Britta weaved between the students to the trio and sat down between Harry and Hermione. "Hello," Britta said in way of greeting.
"Where have you been today?" Hermione cut straight to the point. "You weren't in potions."
"That's because I just came from potions," Britta answered pulling out homework from her school bag.
"But fourth years don't have potions Wednesday afternoon," Hermione stated.
"No," Britta agreed, "but sixth years do."
"Sixth years? Why?" Harry inquired.
"Because Snape didn't want to put me in a seventh year potion class. Look, before you go asking questions I'll tell you," Britta went on before they could say anything else, "Grandma, the lady who raised me, was a potion master and she taught all the kids at the orphanage."
"Snape is not to happy I bet," Harry grinned at the thought.
Britta smiled back, "No, especially when he learned that the woman who raised me was named Rosalind Fain."
"She's a legend. She even went to school here fifty years ago," Hermione starting spouting out all the knowledge she knew about the famed potion master, Rosalind Fain.
"Yes, anyways, what do you think Defense class will be like?" Harry asked cutting off Hermione's rant.
"Exciting from what everybody else is saying," Ron said enthusiastically.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to class tomorrow," Hermione added pulling a book out in front of her.
"What about you Britta?" Ron asked when Britta stayed quiet.
"I try not to give my hopes up ahead of time. Just because one person like something doesn't mean that another person will like it. I'll wait until class tomorrow. Ask me again afterwards and I'll tell you what I think," Britta smiled slightly and then turned back to her homework.
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Everyone was almost bouncing in their sits in anticipation for Defense Against the Dark Arts to begin. Harry, Ron and Hermione had claimed sits in front of the room towing Britta along with them. Professor Moody came in and began class but Britta was too deep in thought to really be paying attention. I can't help but feel that something is wrong with Professor Moody. Something just doesn't seem right with him, but I don't know him so he could be like this. Maybe he is just a strange person but I just can't shake this feeling. Britta was drawn out from her thoughts by a flash of green light. She looked up to see everybody staring at Harry especially Moody with an almost gleeful expression. Needless to say it just intensified her feelings. She continued to look around the room ignoring Moody's talking for the moment. She noticed that Neville was starting to look pail and before Britta could continue that thought Moody was barking at them to take notes. As soon as class was over Britta disappeared out the door to make her way to the library. She was curious to find out if there was really no way to protect yourselves against the unforgivable curses. She figured she could stop by the kitchen and pick up something to eat real fast since she was skipping dinner.
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"What are you guys doing?" Britta asked plopping down in the chair next to Harry.
"Just finishing our divination homework," Ron replied as he finished writing his thought down, "Want to read it?"
Britta skimmed over the paper and raised her eyebrow at one point, "You could be a little more creative." Ron's answer was interrupted by the arrival of Hermione. She plunked her stuff down on the table and sighed as she sat in the last remaining chair.
"What do you got there?" Harry implored as he gazed up from his homework.
"Glad you asked," Hermione smiled and started to tell them all about the group called SPEW that she was starting for obtaining rights for house elves and other magical creatures. Ron rolled his eyes and Harry looked like he was sorry that he asked. Soon enough Hermione and Ron where arguing about the house elves, their rights, and what they want, meanwhile Harry and Britta just rolled their eyes at the two of them. "So will you join?" Hermione finally asked.
Ron and Harry told her no and when Hermione looked over at Britta she shook her head, "Give me time to think about it. So the other schools should be arriving soon." Britta said quickly to change the subject and save them all a great more deal of misery.
"Yes, they should be arriving sometime within the next week or two," Hermione was in her scholar mode as Britta like to call it. "Halloween is coming up…" Hermione was interrupted by a tapping at the window. A beautiful snowy white owl could be seen perched on the windowsill.
"Hedwig!" Harry called out as he raced over to the window to let his owl in. "It's about time!" Harry turned toward the table where Hedwig landed and noticed Britta still sitting there and that the common room was empty, "Ere."
"I'm getting tired. I'll leave you guys to see what the letter is about. It's best to avoid awkward situations," Britta spoke as she gather up her book bag and headed toward the stairs. "Goodnight."
"Night," the chorus came from behind her as she disappeared up the stairs.
Notes: I didn't care for this chapter too much. Probably because I wrote a little bit here and there. I'm excited for the next chapter though. The other schools are showing up and that's what I've been waiting to get to. I'd love to hear what you think, so please review.
