Undone
by Healer Pomfrey
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
COMPLETELY AU! Partly OOC.
It is my story, and I intend to write it the way I want it. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Reviews are very welcome, as they inspire my muse. Thank you very much for the kind feedback on the previous chapter!
During a small house meeting, the professor promised to speak with the headmaster about the possibility of re-sorting some older students.
"It would be better to have some older students here in any case, not only in order to set up a proper Quidditch team for our house," Rosie told them, causing most of the first-years to nod, enthusiastically.
"Like my husband has been doing in Slytherin, I want to have hour glasses for each student. As punishment, my husband gives toads, and he awards snakes for good behaviour. Which animals do you suggest we use?" she enquired.
Luna was the first to speak up. "A chameguise for good points, and a snake for negative ones," she suggested, smiling.
To Harry's amazement, the other six first-years immediately agreed with her.
"Well, that's decided then," Rosie acknowledged and pointed her wand at the far wall of the common room, right next to where the staircases led up to the dormitories and bathrooms. Immediately, nine double-hourglasses appeared in a line, each having a student's name written on top of it. Each of the chameguises were playing with two colourful marbles.
"These are for being sorted into this house," Rosie explained, smiling, before she sent the students to bed and accompanied the girls to the first-year dormitory, promising to check in on the boys' dormitory in a few minutes.
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Apparently, the girls had many questions, and by the time the professor entered the boys' dormitory, Neville, Justin and Blaise were already fast asleep. Harry was lying on his bed, reflecting the evening that had turned out so much different from what he had expected. Itsy was stretched out on top of his covers in form of a large, black feline. Harry had never asked her for the reason, but apparently, the chameguise liked that form to sleep, as she frequently spent the nights as a feline.
Seeing that Harry was still awake, Rosie Dumbledore pointed at his familiar and asked, incredulously, "A magical lynx? Mr. Potter, how many familiars do you have? I thought yours was a chameguise like Ms. Lovegood's."
Harry smiled and informed the professor that a chameguise was able to transform into any other magical animal.
"Into any?" the teacher asked in surprise, causing Harry to tell her the story about how he and Luna had found their familiars.
"That's an extremely valuable familiar then," Rosie finally said. "Some rare magical animals give extremely valuable ingredients for healing potions like, for example, phoenix tears," she added, apparently more to herself than to Harry.
"Professor," Harry offered, tiredly, "if anything is needed that Itsy would be able to give, please inform me. I'll ask her then."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Potter. That's a most generous offer, and I'll make sure to inform my mother about it. She's the healer here. Good night."
"Good night Professor," Harry replied, already drifting off to sleep, before his head of house had even left the room.
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At breakfast, the headmaster announced that he and the Sorting Hat had decided to re-sort four students from the second, third, fourth and fifth years into Wallace.
"Sopho will suggest four students from each house, however, we shall not force these students to change houses. It's up to them to decide if they follow Sopho's suggestion," Dumbledore explained, before he nodded at the Hat that was sitting in front of him on the head table.
The Hat named seventeen students, and when the nine at the Wallace table were surprised at the uneven number, realisation set in when Fred and George Weasley took seats at their table. They were also joined by Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, whom the twins introduced as their betrotheds.
"Well, you have until lunchtime to decide if you wish to change houses," Dumbledore said, before breakfast popped up on the tables.
They had just begun to eat, when Rosie Dumbledore came by her house table to hand out the timetables to the first-years. "For some classes, you have been put together with the Gryffindors and Slytherins, and for other classes with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. This is still an experiment, as we're not used to having a fifth house." Turning to the four former Gryffindors, she added, "You're going to receive your timetables at dinner time. Until then, please just attend classes together with your former housemates."
"Yes professor," the four older students replied in understanding, making the edges of the professor's lips stretch to a small smile.
"First years, please remain here after breakfast. I have a free period during the first class and will accompany you… Oh no," she interrupted herself. "That's not necessary. Gwen, will you please take your classmates with you to the Transfiguration classroom?"
"Of course Professor," Gwendolyn replied, chuckling. "She almost forgot that her daughter is in this class," she whispered to the others, once her mother had returned to the head table.
"She seems very nice though…"
"… in contrary to her husband…"
"… who's an absolute git," the twins whispered to the first years, completing each other's sentence, before they added together, "Sorry Gwendolyn."
"It's all right," Gwendolyn replied, grinning. "I know that he doesn't like Gryffindors and vice versa."
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Harry should learn soon how true Gwendolyn's statement was. After their first Transfiguration class, during which they had to transfigure a toothpick into a needle – easy for Harry and Luna, who had been trained by Sirius – the first-years had their first Potions class. Together with their Gryffindor and Slytherin classmates, they entered the Potions classroom, all nine of them sitting together in three rows.
The professor finally stormed into the classroom and began to hold a monologue about the brewing of potions. Harry, who was sitting between Luna and a muggleborn first-year, Hermione, began to take notes of the professor's every word, until Luna thought to him, 'No need to write that down.'
Giving her a slight nod, Harry put down his quill and continued to just listen to the professor's words.
Finally, the teacher finished speaking and looked at the class. With a sneer, he instructed the students to change seats according to his own list. Before the eleven-year-olds had even grasped the meaning, he began to call couples, mostly one from Gryffindor together with a Slytherin. However, Harry realised, gratefully, that the professor allowed him and Luna to remain together, while Hermione was paired with Blaise and Gwendolyn was sent to work together with Ronald Weasley.
'Oh, she won't like that,' Harry thought, sympathetically, when a very upset voice penetrated his ears from the other side of the room.
"I am NOT going to work together with a slimy Slytherin," Ronald's voice sounded through the room.
"I'm in Wallace in case you haven't noticed," Gwendolyn hissed back, "and do you think I was fond of working together with the thickest Gryffindor there is?"
"Enough," the professor suddenly bellowed. "Mr. Weasley, in case you haven't noticed, you're betrothed to Miss Prince. You will work together in order to get to know each other."
"No thanks, no interest in getting to know a Death Eater's daughter," Ronald replied, boldly.
"That will be fifty points from Gryffindor for your insolence and a week detention with Mr. Filch," Snape replied, calmly. "Not get to work everyone."
Harry began to work on his potion, glad about the Potions tutoring which Harry had received from Remus and Lily's portrait during the last couple of months. Luna quietly worked next to him, sometimes confirming with a glance at his potion that she was doing it correctly. However, the peace and quiet was suddenly interrupted when an explosion shook the other end of the room.
"Potter!" the professor shouted, causing Harry to look up at the enraged teacher in disbelief. 'What have I done?' he wondered, feeling himself strangely reminded of his time with the Dursleys.
"Potter, from the next class onwards, you're going to pair up with Longbottom," Snape demanded after banishing the remaining of Neville's potion.
"Yes sir," Harry replied in a small voice, thinking 'Better Neville than Ronald.'
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The first-years' first afternoon class was Defence Against the Dark Arts. Neither Harry nor Luna had any problems with the spell they learned, since they had already practised it with Sirius, however, the professor's constant stuttering was extremely annoying.
"I wonder why Dumbledore hired a stuttering professor," Luna spoke up, when they entered the Great Hall for dinner. "Sirius would have been a much better choice."
"Professor Black is doing a great job though…"
"… as History of Magic professor," the twins spoke up, apparently having overheard their small conversation.
"Yes, he's great," Oliver Wood, a fifth year student, spoke up. "During the last years, everyone used to sleep through History of Magic, but fortunately, these times seem to be over."
Only now did Harry realise that most of the students who had been re-sorted into Wallace seemed to have accepted the Hat's choice. The Wallace table was as loud as all the other tables, even if they had still less students than the other houses.
"Thanks for joining us, everyone," he spoke up, smiling at his new housemates.
"McGonagall will be pissed off…"
"… having lost all of her best Quidditch players," the twins commented, grinning, causing a huge discussion about Quidditch and a possible house team to begin that was only interrupted when their head of house approached them.
"Please gather in the common room for a small house-meeting right after dinner," Rosie Dumbledore informed them, smiling upon receiving a twenty-five-fold "Yes Professor".
"She's really much nicer than her husband," Neville spoke up in a small voice. "I'm really scared of him."
"Don't be," Luna said in a soft voice. "Harry will help you in Potions."
"Thank you," Neville replied, giving the younger girl a grateful look.
"Our brother cornered us before dinner by the way…"
"… and wanted to know…"
"… how Luna got into Hogwarts a year early…"
"… He was completely infuriated…"
"… because our little sister is of the same age…"
"… and wasn't allowed to attend Hogwarts yet," the twins turned to Luna in their funny singsong.
"I was only allowed to attend classes together with Harry, because my father is working at Hogwarts now and I'm living here with him," Luna informed them, smiling dreamily.
"Oh all right…"
"… that explains everything," the twins replied, nodding in understanding.
"My brother Alex is also ten and was given the choice to attend Hogwarts now, but he decided to wait a year," Gwendolyn threw in, shrugging.
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During the short house meeting, Rosie Dumbledore announced that Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint had been made prefects. "I'd loved to have one of you as Quidditch captain, however, since you're the only fifth-years, there's nothing to do about it," the professor informed them. "Instead, Angelina will be our Quidditch captain," she added, smiling, before asking if all three students would accept the positions.
A triple "Yes Professor" followed her announcement, causing huge applause from the younger housemates.
"All right, let's see who's there," Angelina spoke up, thoughtfully looking around. "We almost have the whole Gryffindor team here," she then said, "which is not exactly fair." She remained pensive for a moment, before she turned back to the teacher. "Professor, will the first-years will be allowed to play in our case? I suggest Oliver as Keeper, the twins as Beaters, Marcus and me as Chasers, Cedric as Seeker, but we need one more Chaser, and we should replace some of us former Gryffindors."
"Harry will be the Seeker and Cedric Chaser," Luna spoke up, seemingly absentminded.
"Luna is a Seer," Harry explained in a small voice.
"Very well, Harry and Cedric, are you all right with it?" Angelina asked, eagerly.
"Perfect," Cedric confirmed, and Harry nodded, uncertainly.
"Is there anyone else who wanted to play but did not get a position yet?" she then asked.
Only Alicia raised her hand, and Angelina nodded, contentedly. "I'm sorry Alicia, but we couldn't take the whole former Gryffindor team. I suggest that you'll be the reserve Chaser, Marcus the reserve Keeper, and Cedric the reserve Seeker."
"All right, I'll inform my colleagues that the first-year rule won't apply to our house," the professor promised. "Mr. Potter, do you have a broom?"
Harry quickly confirmed that his broom was in Sirius' and Remus' private quarters.
Finally, the professor pointed to a door that had appeared right next to Wallace's portrait in the common room. "This door leads straight to my office," she explained. "Feel free to come if you have any problems, need some help or just want to talk about something." With that she ended the meeting and left the common room.
"I hope I'll be able to play Seeker," Harry spoke up, hesitantly. "I've never played Quidditch before. I only played catching the Snitch against Luna or my godfather."
"And you're extremely good at it," Luna commented, smiling. "Don't worry Harry, you'll do fine."
Later the same evening, a parchment was pinned to the wall in the common room.
'Quidditch practice every Tuesday and Thursday evening from 7 p.m. to 8 p.m.' it said.
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While the nine first-years in Wallace were best friends with each other as well as with their older housemates and thoroughly enjoyed themselves, Ronald Weasley was extremely disappointed of Hogwarts. Not only that the greasy git of the dungeons had paired him with his own daughter, Ronald's unwanted betrothed, and had assigned him a week's worth of detentions with the caretaker, he also did not have any friends. As the only pureblood in his dormitory, none of the others were willing to listen to his complaints about the betrothal rule and his bad luck with the snake girl, the twins, who had promised their mother to keep an eye on him, had allowed the stupid Hat to re-sort them into Wallace, and Percy… Percy was a matter for himself. He merely told Ron that he had to adjust to the situation.
Ron let out a long sigh upon realising that their two last afternoon classes on Fridays was double Potions. Inwardly groaning, he followed his classmates to the dungeons, readying himself for his least favourite subject, as far as he could mentally prepare himself.
Completely wrapped up in his thoughts of annoyance and disgust about the teacher as well as his betrothed, he absentmindedly stirred into the wrong direction, causing the potion to explode all over himself. Just before his body erupted in pain, he got a glimpse at his partner's face, noticing that she was grinning in all too obvious amusement at his predicament. 'Revenge,' he decided spontaneously, swearing to himself to thoroughly take revenge on the most annoying girl as well as her Wallace classmates, who seemed to think that they were better as everyone else anyway.