Eiry Potter
The Stone Forged from Death
For this chapter and all those that follow, I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY! I do however own the purchased works of all the books, ebooks, audio books (Jim Dale's version) and movies. I, however, am currently struggling to open a Pottermore account (stupid beta site).
Also, Eiry will have a stutter when she's scared, ONLY when she's scared.
"This, bold + italic, will be used for Parseltongue."
Chapter 2 – The Burrow and beyond
Molly Weasley woke up especially early on this morning, just the previous night her husband told her that their application has been approved and that Eiry Potter would arrive with him the next day.
Arthur Weasley usually got up and apparated long before his family, Molly probably missed him by minutes. She went down and checked on the sweater she had started the previous night, it was done. With the sweater she took down a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, a good welcome gift. She wrapped the parcels up and sent them towards Scotland.
After re-entering the house, Molly started on the breakfast and cleaning the house. At around 4am, an hour after she woke, she heard a creak heading down the stairs. The source was a young girl still in her sleepwear.
"You're up early mom, did something happen?" the girl asked rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Oh Ginny dear, I just couldn't sleep so I decided to start with a spring-clean." Molly answered not really caring if Ginny didn't believe her. "When Ron wakes up I want him to help you clean your room."
Ginny said nothing more as she went upstairs to get dressed for the day. When she got back downstairs her older, twin brothers, was busy dusting the fireplace, playing most likely.
To tell the truth, no one in the Weasley household had much fun that day. Relieve came in the form of Arthur Weasley, who arrived at dinner-time. The balding ginger man brought answers.
"Albus didn't show up today, Molly, and the Minister hasn't decided on the amount yet." he said with a smile on his face.
"Are you getting a raise dad?" Percy asked over the bun in his hands.
"I kept it quiet like you asked dear," Molly said also smiling
"You are –"
"I think he is brother mine." The twins smirked.
"Not exactly boys, even if we will receive more money it isn't because of my work, but something else."
"What?" all the children asked in unison.
"The Minister and Albus Dumbledore had decided to test a new initiative called foster care. Out of thirteen families that applied ours was chosen." Molly said.
"Foster care came from the muggles where a family takes in a child and receives payment to look after said child. The Minister and Albus haven't decided on what the payment would be and I heard Albus went to several of these families to find out the average." Arthur said as if it was quoted.
"The reason we cleaned the house today was because the child, a girl will arrive tomorrow with your father." Molly finished.
Molly and Arthur stayed silent when the chatter erupted around the table. And when the kids finally asked who the mystery girl was they just smiled and told them to wait and see. That night Ginny and Ron spent a fair amount of time rearranging Ginny's room to accommodate the new girl.
"Wouldn't it be wicked if the girl turned out to be Eiry Potter?" Ginny asked folding her delicates.
"Don't be daft Ginny, why would she come here? She's famous in case you don't remember." Ron spat back.
"I know, I was just thinking it would be cool if it was her." Ron didn't answer so Ginny pressed on, "I wonder what she looks like…"
"The new girl or Eiry Potter?" Ron asked dreading the answer as he made the bed the twins carried in.
"Both," Ginny said with a sigh gathering her nightclothes.
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Arthur Weasley was not having a good day. He was called in at a ghastly hour to take care of some business. Not really seeing the point he stayed in his office filling out the reports mumbling about stupid wizards cursing toilets to regurgitate what ever was flushed down.
It was around 7am when a letter arrived on his desk. As he read it his face became a mess of excitement, shock and anxiety. The letter contained the amount his family would be paid for taking care of Eiry Potter. He was excited because they finally came up with an amount, shocked at the large amount that it was and anxious on what Molly would say if she saw it. The Weasley's where a proud family after all.
Minutes later Arthur Weasley saw the silver of Dumbledore's hair heading towards his office. He knew that, for his foolish pride, he had to at least, try to persuade Dumbledore to bring the amount down.
"Dumbledore, are you sure that this is right? It seems awfully stiff just to take care of a little girl, even with who she is." Arthur said swinging the letter around as he gestured.
"Arthur I have no doubt it seems steep, but in my enquiries I found that this is the average price one gets paid to take in a foster child. I have come across higher, but not lower." Eiry knew Dumbledore was lying but seeing the prideful quilt in the balding man's eyes she didn't correct him.
"But Albus, it is more than six month's worth…" Arthur started
"No one said you should spend it all Arthur. You could save up some and take Molly on the honeymoon you missed out on, or maybe when one of your many children gets married." Dumbledore said finality in his voice.
"This is young Miss Eiry Potter." Dumbledore ushered Eiry out from behind him.
"A pleasure to meet you Eiry," Arthur said with a smile. "Got everything?"
"Likewise sir, and yes, Prof. McGonagall took me to Daigon Alley when she sent out the letters." Eiry said with a blush.
Dumbledore left and Arthur made Eiry a seat in his filing cabinet. Arthur took note that Eiry was even smaller then his daughter, maybe even a six year old, not that was taking it too far. She seemed around seven or eight to be fair. He, and so many others, read the report given by McGonagall on Eiry's living conditions. Arthur concluded that living in a cupboard with meager amounts of food and very little sunlight would put a stopper to your growth.
Eiry laughed at Arthur's jokes. She smiled at the people who came around and thanked him for something. Someone from the Department of Magical Games and sport came by and offered him tickets to the world cup final four years in advance, as a thank you for a rather nasty piece of magic Arthur had to restore. Arthur asked Eiry to keep quiet about it for the time being, until he actually had the tickets in hand.
At around noon, after submitting his reports on the week's raids, Arthur led Eiry back out of the marble corridors and towards the green flames Eiry noticed on her arrival. Arthur took several knuts out of his pocket, counted fifty of and placed it on a counter next to the flames. The woman sitting behind the counter weighed some powder on a set of scales and gave Arthur the bag.
Arthur placed a hand on Eiry's shoulder as he stepped into the flames, Eiry following cautiously. She vaguely registered the cry of "The Burrow" before she felt the spinning sensation wash over her, seconds later they landed in a shabby but inviting living room's fireplace. The first person Eiry saw when her head stopped spinning was a red-haired girl reading a book on an armchair, her legs curled to her side.
"You're home early dad, mums in the kitchen scolding Fred and George. They blew up themselves again." The girl said with a smile.
"Then I should go safe them then," Arthur laughed before stepping out of the fireplace revealing the girl behind him.
"That's her then? The one we're taking in?" Ginny asked excited taking the girl's appearance in.
"Ah yes, but introductions will have to wait, go call Ron and Percy." Arthur said leading the girl into the kitchen.
Ginny arrived less then a minute later her brothers not long after that. Once they were all seated Arthur cleared his throat.
"Weasleys, I would like to introduce the latest addition to our family, Eiry Potter." He said the silence that followed stretching well over a minute until…
"You're joking right dad?" It was one of the twins.
"Yeah, Eiry is supposed to be around Ron's age, not seven." The other added. Eiry narrowed her eyes, she wasn't some freak to be gawked at and questioned.
The accidental magic began to build in the small house in the form of a breeze. The breeze blew Eiry's hair back exposing the scar on her forehead. A hand rested on Eiry's shoulder dissipating the magical build up. Eiry looked up to see Mr. Weasley.
"Wicked!" the twins exclaimed together.
"We didn't offer our home for the girl just so she could be gawked at or made fun of. Weasleys are better than that. Fred, George apologize now." Mrs. Weasley added.
The lunch that followed had tears streaming to Eiry's eyes. She had never tasted anything as delicious as Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Prof. McGonagall's came a close second, but there was something different about Mrs. Weasley's. The twins got scolded again for dumping their vegetables onto Eiry. Mrs. Weasley didn't buy their excuse of "But she needs to grow more then we do" for one second.
After lunch Mrs. Weasley asked Ginny to take Eiry up to their room to get settled. Her words of "No time like the present" made Eiry smile. It was just like she always imagined a real family to be.
"Ron was peculiarly quiet. He's normally a chatter bug." Ginny said once she closed her door.
"I didn't think he could speak, not with the twins there." Eiry said before both girls giggled.
"That's a rather small bag don't you think?" Ginny said eyeing the small trunk.
"Only on the outside, Prof. McGonagall placed a text book extension charm on it so that I can carry it around," Eiry said, "It doesn't look it but this bag contains all my school books; all my equipment and potion supplies; my robes and uniform and the muggle clothing."
As Eiry opened the trunk Ginny gasped, it had six divisions. One held the school books, the list that Ginny spied on Ron's acceptance letter. Another held the equipment and supplies. Another held the clothing and robes, that Eiry was busy unpacking onto the bed. Yet another held other types of books, including stories that had nothing to do with school or magic, the last was empty save for a cloak.
"I'm going to store my gifts in that one." Eiry said taking out the last neatly folded article of muggle clothing.
"You do like skirts don't you?" Ginny asked eyeing the assortment.
"I hate them," Eiry adjusted the hem of the skirt she was wearing. "Prof. McGonagall charmed these to pull on my ears when I do something unladylike. It's rather irritating, but for the first few years at Hogwarts girls can't wear pants during school hours so I need to learn to sit in them."
"But didn't the muggles teach you that stuff?" Ginny asked casually.
"No, I spent my time with them inside a cupboard under the stairs completely naked." There was no warmth in Eiry's voice as she said this.
The mood returned after a short time once Ginny got over her shock and helped Eiry pack some of the clothes in the cupboard they would share. They made a list of clothes that Eiry should take to Hogwarts, that isn't school related. Eiry overlooked that small insight.
The rest of the stay at The Burrow was rather pleasant for Eiry. Even though she was excused from doing chores she chipped in wherever she could, mostly helping Ginny. It turned out that Ron was upset with Ginny because of something she said about "the foster kid being Eiry Potter".
Not all went smoothly though. Mrs. Weasley didn't want to accept the money for taking care of Eiry, but a long conversation behind closed doors with Mr. Weasley she begrudgingly agreed to let it go. They went to Daigon Alley about a week before term would start and bought Ron his own wand.
They arrived at King's Cross station a little behind schedule, Eiry wasn't sure if she would've been able to make it if she was on her own without McGonagall's explanation on how to get onto the platform. Ginny took a seat on Eiry's trunk and shouted "Mush" causing Eiry to laugh onto Platform 9¾.
After saying their goodbyes, Eiry and Ron made it into a compartment near the back. They continued their argument on Quidditch. After discovering the sport and reading Quidditch through the Ages Eiry picked her team, The Holyhead Harpies. Eiry chose the team because they were an all female team since they were formed and they didn't do too badly in the leagues. Ron is religious for the Chudley Cannons.
When noon came round, besides their sandwiches, Eiry bought a bit of everything. Ron protested but Eiry told him she wanted to try the variety, sure she had Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's but she had yet to try Pumpkin Pasties and so many others.
They were starting to dare each other to eat the potentially problematic beans when the door opened and a round faced boy popped in asking if they saw his toad, Eiry apologized kindly but said they'll keep a look out. Several minutes later, just after Eiry swallowed sour milk flavored bean the door swung open again.
"Have either of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost his." A girl with bushy brown hair and large front teeth asked.
"Not since he came in earlier." Eiry heard the sour tone in her voice. "Sorry, Ron and I were taking dares on the unsafe beans, I just had sour milk."
"No matter, I'm Hermione by the way, Hermione Granger." Hermione said with a smile.
"I'm Eiry Potter and this lump is kinda my brother in all but blood, Ron Weasley."
"I heard that," Ron whispered in a defeated tone.
"You were supposed to," Eiry singed back.
"You're odd you know that? Not at all how I imagined you from what I read in the books." Hermione seemed surprised.
"I read all about me in Modern Magical History, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. Personally I don't know how they came up with some of their theories." Eiry said.
"What do you mean?" Hermione said sitting down opposite Eiry.
"Well in Modern Magical History, they said I shielded myself with an unbreakable shield forcing Voldemort, sorry, You-know-who's spell to rebound." Hermione nodded.
"In The Rise and Fall of the Dark Art, they said I held my mother's wand and fought him on equal grounds. In Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century they have it almost right, in the sense that they didn't have a theory merely said that I stopped him somehow."
"Yes I read all that," Hermione said in a sort of gossip-y voice.
"The truth is I was just a baby, I didn't even have accidental magic to protect me. The killing curse hit me on the forehead leaving this scar. Hurry back Ron we will arrive soon." Eiry smiled.
"I'm going to go change into robes." Ron whispered.
The compartment door closed and Ron was heading down the isle to get dressed. Eiry took that opportunity to do the same. Hermione had the courtesy to turn around not once stopping their idle chatter. Hermione did however notice the welts of healed wounds on Eiry's back but thought better then to ask about them. A croak was heard outside the door just before a knock.
"I think I found Neville's toad." Ron said, "Can I come in?"
Not long after Ron joined the talks (he was forced into it) the door slid open revealing a white haired boy with two lugs that might've been part gargoyle.
"Talk on the train is that Eiry Potter is in this cabin, which one of you is it?" the boy had a snobbish attitude about him that Eiry could only pin to the white haired man she and Dumbledore passed in the Ministry.
"Those damn talks again, honestly they should mind their business." Eiry said avoiding any names as far as possible.
"I agree, that must be the, what, sixteenth time in the last hour. It's a wonder we got dressed in our robes, but mind you that other boy got a good eyeful of knickers." Hermione added catching on.
"Don't you mean fistful?" Ron asked finally getting the picture, "I think you should go now."
"I don't so, not until I know which one is Eiry Potter." The boy said. "I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco said to everyone in the room, "Eiry Potter you will soon find out that some wizard families are better then others, I can help you sort out the wrong kind from the right."
"If Eiry shows up we'll let her know, although I think she can tell wrong from right for herself." Eiry said picking up a liquorish wand.
Draco and his lackeys ran out and down the hall. You see a liquorish wand has the exact same appearance and texture of a real wand, the only real difference was that you could eat a liquorish wand.
As the train reduced speed, Hermione excused herself and took Neville's toad heading up to her cabin. Ron and Eiry filled their pockets with the last of the sweets and took the last of their uniform, their wands, out of their trunks.
"Firs' years, come now don' be shy firs' years this way!" a giant of a man holding a lamp called out.
"How's Hedwig Hagrid?" Eiry asked just feeling like she knew this giant from somewhere.
"Hedwig's fine Eiry, she's been missin' you somethin' terrible." The giant's eyes curled into a smile. "Firs' years follow me."
The group of eleven year olds followed the giant man towards the shore, Eiry only vaguely registered it as the Black Lake, or Loch Shiel as it was known in to the muggles. Eiry smiled at herself, it seems that Hogwarts was hidden from the prying eyes of muggles by various charms and spells.
"No mo' than four a boat." Hagrid boomed getting into the first boat.
Eiry, Ron, Hermione and Neville took one of the boats closest to Hagrid. Once all the students were seated Hagrid flicked the torch on his boat and they all started moving. The ride was long but the scenery was spectacular, even at night time.
Hagrid warned the kids to mind their heads as the boats started swerving into a cave with ivy covering the entrance. Eiry was sure Hagrid was mostly referring to the taller first years as the ivy went over her head without a problem.
As the boats drew to a stop Hagrid got out and called back for the first years to follow him. They went up a winding stair case into the castle. At the top a stern looking woman in emerald robes were waiting for them, Prof. McGonagall.
"The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." McGonagall pulled the door wide.
The Entrance Hall was so big you could have fitted the whole of the Dursley's house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Eiry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right – the rest of the school must already be here – but Professor McGonagall showed the first-years into a small empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. The house with the most points at the end of the year will win the house cup."
Eiry nodded as McGonagall told them to smarten up before she returns. McGonagall told Eiry all about the sorting ceremony. She shared the information, that a hat sorts you into your house, with Ron and Ginny, but Ron still chose to believe Fred.
McGonagall returned within a minute, but not before the ghosts of the castle made their presence known. The first years made their way through the hall and to the high table where the sorting hat already waited. It sung its start of term song (awfully off key). When the song died down McGonagall came forth with a roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said.
"Abbott, Hannah!" A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause –
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
'HUFFLEPUFF!' shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but
"Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Eiry could see the twins catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent' then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Eiry's imagination, after all she'd heard about Slytherin, but he thought they looked an unpleasant lot.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Sometimes, Eiry noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide.
"Finnegan, Seamus", the sandy-haired boy next to Eiry in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Granger, Hermione!" Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. Eiry held her thumbs tightly.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Ron groaned clearly not a fan of the girl.
When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted "GRYFFINDOR", Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to
'MacDougal, Morag'
Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed,
"SLYTHERIN!"
Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.
There weren't many people left now.
"Moon"
"Nott"
"Parkinson"
A pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then
"Perks, Sally-Anne" and then, at last –
'Potter, Eiry!" the whispers followed the small girl as she went to the stool.
The last thing she saw before the hat swallowed her head was the heads craning to see just who Eiry Potter was.
"Hmm," a small voice in her head sounded, "Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting ... So where shall I put you?"
"I have friends in Gryffindor, that is at least somewhere to start, and the Slytherins look like a nasty lot, I think Bulstrode might be another uncle Vernon." Eiry replied.
"Yes I did see that in her mind, a bully by nature. Hufflepuff might be suitable but no, no that won't do. Ravenclaw perhaps, you do have the will to learn, no your mind is too full of mischief. Better be –
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted the last word.
Eiry took off the hat and walked shakily towards the Gryffindor table. S he hardly noticed that she was getting the loudest cheer yet. Percy got up and shook her hand vigorously, while the twins yelled, 'We got Potter! We got Potter!' Eiry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff she'd seen earlier. The ghost patted her arm, giving Eiry the sudden, horrible feeling he'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water.
She could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest her sat Hagrid, who caught her eye and gave her the thumbs-up. Eiry grinned back. And there, in the centre of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole Hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. There was a professor that looked very peculiar in a large purple turban.
And now there were only three people left to be sorted.
"Turpin, Lisa" became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ron's turn. He was pale green by now. Harry crossed his fingers under the table and a second later the hat had shouted,
"GRYFFINDOR!" Eiry clapped loudly with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next to her.
"Well done, Ron, excellent," said Percy pompously across Eiry as
"Zabini, Blaise" was made a Slytherin.
Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away. Eiry looked down at her empty gold plate. She had only just realized how hungry she was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago.
Albus Dumbledore had got to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Eiry didn't know whether to laugh or not.
"Is he – a bit mad?" she asked Percy uncertainly.
"Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Eiry?"
When Eiry turned back to face the table she was stunned, never had she seen such a vast array of food available. A glance at Ron and Hermione told her she wasn't alone in her train of thought.
Eiry took some of everything, mostly barely a bite, just that she could taste all and pick a favorite. She soon realized that the potato dishes were simply to die for. She had mashed; baked; cooked and fried. She also squeezed in some more meat when she went for seconds. She made was just having an interesting chat with their Ghost, Sir Nicholas, when the food on her plate suddenly vanished, she was just able to save a fried wedge to which the ghost laughed.
As the desserts appeared Eiry smiled shyly at her little blunder, she probably should have guessed something like this would happen but her mind wasn't thinking straight. She heaped some treacle tart into her plate and happily dug in enjoying the taste.
Halfway through a rather delicious bite her scar suddenly burned. She could almost feel a wire connected to it, one she followed back to the High Table and the professor with the turban. Ignoring her instinct to mistrust this man her eye fell on the person next to him, a greasy black haired man with cold dark eyes.
"Who's that teacher next two seats down from Prof. McGonagall?" Eiry asked Percy.
"Oh that's the potions teacher, Prof. Snape and the one he's talking to is the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Prof. Quirrell. Snape's been after Quirrell's job for years now." Percy said in true textbook fashion.
Soon enough dessert was a thing of the past too. Prof. Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.
"Ahem – just a few more words now we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.
"First-years should note that the forest in the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that, this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
"Is he serious?" Eiry asked Percy again.
"Must be, although he usually gives us a reason why, or at least he does the prefects." Percy said in a half sad voice.
After they sang the school's anthem, the Gryffindor first-years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall and up the marble staircase. Eiry's legs were like lead, but only because she was so tired and full of food. She was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as they passed, or that twice Percy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries. They climbed more staircases, until they reached a portrait of a very portly lady in a pink silk dress.
"Password," the lady said an air of royalty about her.
"Caput Draconis," Percy said and the portrait swung open. The Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs, Eiry eyed the one closest to the fireplace and called dibs.
"The boys' dormitories are up the stairs and to the right, the girls' the same on the left. You'll find that your stuff has already been brought up and at the foot of the beds."
Eiry didn't let the grass grow beneath her feet and she was up the left staircase and down the hall in mere seconds. She found the first-year dorm near the end of the hall. Eiry got out the long pajamas from her trunk and found a small door leading to the wash room across the hall. If it was one thing the McGonagall and the Weasleys taught her, it was the importance of hygiene.
After a quick shower she went back to the room and found her three roommates, well two of the three, swapping beauty tips. Eiry turned to Hermione and notice her getting ready her stuff ready too.
"I can't speak for all the showers but the one in the far corner is to die for." Eiry said putting her stuff away.
"That's a rather small suitcase isn't it?" Hermione asked curiously.
"It's charmed with a textbook extension charm to fit all my stuff and some more in." Eiry smiled.
As Hermione left to go wash up, Eiry fell into a deep slumber. Her dreams were filled with Ginny, that odd Luna girl she met during the little time she spent at The Burrow and of Hermione. Eiry may not have understood the dream, or why none of them were wearing clothes, but she enjoyed every minute of it.