Please don't harm me! I had writers block and all that lovely junk. And I get disinterested with story's that I write a lot, so I don't always finish them, however I was bored and looking through stories and remembered that I actually had a lot of people who liked this story so I started the next chapter and here you go.
Again not much happens, as it is still a filler I guess (well I like the ending). As to responses from the last to chapters, I realize now that I got Flickwicks first name wrong, but I don't have many of the books so it was mainly from memory. And it is a habit of mine to put down 'Zambini" instead of "Zabini" because it always sounds better in my mind. However I will try to keep in Zabini in this chapter.
For those reading Keeping Hogwarts I am planning to have the next chapter up for it some time tomorrow, if not soon. I promise. Sorry EXTREMELY sorry about the wait.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Finding Hogwarts
"Zabini?" Laura asked again, eyebrows drawn down.
"Ya, what are you stupid or something?" the boy snapped back.
"Hey!" the twins exclaimed at once, "Don't call her that!"
"Oh it's alright," Laura laughed looking back to her book. "I just recognized the name that's all. Maybe my mom dated some guy named Zabini."
"My Father wouldn't date a muggle," Blaise sneered.
"Never said it was your father now did I?" Laura asked with a faint hint of a you're-an-idiot-aren't-you voice.
"You know what a muggle is?" one of the twins asked.
"I read the books," Laura said with a shrug. "Well, I read some of the books. My mom read the rest and told me what she thought I needed to know." All three boys exchanged glances, but said nothing.
For the next while the twins exchanged jokes and prank idea's to pull at school; both apparently had permission and a blessingfrom their respective fathers to do as such; as well as talking about school houses, Quidditch; whatever that was; and anything else that crossed their minds. Laura floated between books trying to find something of interest, and ended up looking out the window thinking of how even now she should be getting ready for a competition. Although she did get passes from school for dance class in the nearest town; and an escort to get there and back; for nearly every night, she was worried about fitting into the new dance studio more then the new school. Blaise was getting on her nerves. He would get up look out into the hall, slam the door slightly, sit back down and complain about sitting with bloodtraitors and mudbloods.
"Would you quit it?" Laura snapped some time after the lunch trolley came by. "Your constant up down up down makes one think you're sitting on a porcupine, and if you really hate us that much go somewhere else! Although how you can hate us I don't know, you don't even know us."
"I would sit somewhere else, but everywhere else is full," Blaise started.
"Then shut-up and be civil." Blaise looked at Laura with wide shocked eyes. Laura ignored him and started talking with the twins who were trying to explain to her the brilliance in some pill that could make you puke, and the remedy that made you stop.
"But, how could you swallow a pill if you are constantly losing your stomach?" Laura asked confused with a laugh.
"You just do," Blaise cut in. "It's simple. You're not constantly throwing up, you wait for a break and then swallow." The twins looked at him in shock. "I use them to get the nanny's to leave me alone."
"So you're being civil now," one of the twins, George if Laura remembered correctly because of a small birthmark under his left ear, asked.
"Perhaps I was a little… harsh," Blaise started holding out his hand, Laura snorted. "Could we start over." Laura nodded, and the twins reluctantly nodded and shook the hand offered. "I'm Blaise Zambini."
"Fred Weasley," the twin with the birthmark said. Laura scrunched her eyes, she was sure that the birthmark twin was George, but…
"George Weasley," the other one said.
"Laura Granger," Laura said, the last to shake the boy's hand. She noticed it was very soft, as if he had never used them in his life.
"I know you!" he said, his face lighting up, "Well at least sort of anyway."
"How would you know her?" Fred asked.
"My father and his friend, Mr.Malfoy talk about her and her mother a lot," Blaise replied with a shrug.
"You know Mr. Malfoy?" Laura asked.
"You know Malfoy?" George asked her with a disbelieving look on his face that Fred matched easily.
"My mother dated him for a while a couple years ago," Laura replied with a shrug. "She hasn't seen him in years though; apparently they weren't right for each other. No one is right for her." She paused momentarily, "Is he, Mr. Malfoy, a… you know, like us?"
"A wizard?" George asked. Laura nodded.
"Of course," Blaise said with a snort. "My father would not associate on regular basses with someone of less then pureblood."
"Spoiled pet," Laura muttered under her breath before piping up, "just wait until I tell Mom!" She looked out the window again. "It's getting dark. What time are we supposed to be there?"
"Five-thirty-ish," Blaise responded with a shrug, "why?"
"Should we be getting ready then? Or are we allowed to show up in regular clothes?"
"No, Mom said we had to get into our uniforms before arriving," George said with a sigh. And like that they dispersed one by one to a near by washroom to change. They were all back in their compartment talking, Laura discovered that Blaise wasn't as rotten as he first gave off, and the twins could not stop talking about jokes. She also discovered that the three males in question could get along quiet well if pushed to do so, so she did.
When they train stopped Laura started to take her stuff down, but the twins told her not to bother, they send people around to collect in for them and send it to their dormitories after they had been sorted. She joined them as they were waved called over by a giant who spoke funny. But he was friendly, greeting everyone by name. He led them to boats to cross a river with the in, and no more to four in a boat. Laura found herself sharing her boat with the three boy's she shared the compartment with.
Not that in bothered her. She enjoyed their company and already thought of them as something close to friends. The castle they were floating to was beautiful, large and looming. Something like she pictured she would see in a movie on Dracula. Their were four towers, lights flickered in some windows and not in others. All of it reflected off of the glass smooth water they were now floating on.
"It's beautiful," she managed to say in a whisper. The boys muttered their agreement. The giant, Hagrid, led them up to large doors at the front. Knocking three times, after which they opened and Laura stood on tippy-toes to see a strict looking lady standing their. She thanked Hagrid and told the ten and eleven year olds to follow her. Butterfly's chose this time to start fighting Laura's stomach as she took one step after the other to follow the lady and stay with the crowd. She stopped at one point and told they were going to be sorted.
"Now form a line. Single file! Thank you, now in a moment I will be back and take you through these doors here, you will be sorted. After the you have been sorted please go to the table that you have been sorted too. Hufflepuffs have the table farthest from the door. Gryfindor is next followed by Slytherin, and then Ravenclaw is closet to the door. I will be right back. I expect you will be on your BEST behavior." And she left.
"Sorting?" Laura asked in a week voice.
"Don't worry, it's harmless," Blaise said.
"Nu-uh," George cut in, "my Dad said that they make you fight a snake, using magic!"
"Well my Dad claimed you had to fight each other," Fred put in. Laura let out a little whimper, but said nothing. Although nothing more could be said as the lady was back and herding them through the doors.
Laura's first reaction to the room was to stop dead in her tracks. She was pushed back to life and continued moving. For long tables with banners of different animals (each banner had its own animal) were placed parallel across the room, and another table was adjacent with adults sitting there. Candle's floated on their own above the table, casting the only light in the room, but there was so many it was as if a bunch of light bulbs were turned on, only prettier. The ceiling, oh… the ceiling over shadowed everything. It had to be made of all glass or something, for you could see the night sky outside; but the candlelight didn't reflect off of it, so either it wasn't glass or the candle's weren't high enough. She couldn't ponder in though, the line had stopped, and everyone was looking expecting at a stool.
On the stool was a hat. An old tattered hat. Laura hoped she wouldn't have to fight that. What would there be to fight? Just step on it and you're done. At least, that's what she thought, until it opened up at the brim and started singing. She let out a squeak of surprise and jumped back, she wasn't the only one, a bunch of the first years had the same response. It sang in a clear voice about how it went from being an ordinary hat to the hat they saw today; it went on to sing about how for the first time in over a decade the beginnings of an experiment gone terribly wrong would finally start to undo, and then sang that it would do the sorting.
"Now," the teacher lady said when the hat had finished singing and the people at the tables stopped clapping, "I will call you forward one by one, place the hat on your head, and it will tell you and us what house you are in." And she called the first name. The hat sat on the head of the person, a little girl with black hair. Well it didn't sit, it more of engulfed her head. After a minute of silence the hat yelled out "HUFFLEPUFF." The said table started clapping and the girl went over to it. The line moved slowly, and occasionally the hat would yell out just as it touched the head of the person, and sometimes it would take a while. Laura started to wonder and worry what the hat was doing in that time. Finally she heard her own name being called and she slowly walked up the line, the teacher smiled encouragingly at her, and she sat down on the chair.
The hat didn't cover her eyes, in fact in fell to just above the brow line, but because she couldn't look at everyone looking at her she closed her eyes.
"Interesting," a voice said in her ear, and she jumped. "Don't worry it's just me," the voice sounded like the singing. "Aren't you a bit early through, Miss Malfoy?"
"Granger," she corrected in her head.
"Oh yes, that's right, you go by your mothers name. Now let's see where to put you. You have your mother's skills, her bravery, her passion for dance, her love of books." Laura snorted slightly. "You do so, you just don't know it yet. Gryfindor would be a good house for you… however, you have too much of your father in you too…"
"Wait!" Laura thought, "You knew my mother?"
"Did I say I did? Goodness I hope not. Now… you have too much of your father to be in Gryfindor, you're a sneaky brave little dancer. You're too sneaky for Gryfindor, and too noble for Slytherin. Choices choices, where to put you? Gryfindor would welcome you easily I'm sure, Slytherin would hate you for who they think you are, but you aren't of course…"
"Who am I?"
"You're you. You're very cleaver dear girl, I know then, I'll just have to put you in…" Laura drew in her breath and her eyes popped open, "RAVENCLAW!"
Oops, did the hat let out a little bit of information? Oopsie. Oh well. Question is how is Laura going to handle it. And what houses are the twins and Blaise going to be in? The ones you would think, or not? Hehe.
However I could not bring myself to be as evil as I wanted to be. I was going to end it when the hat said "I'll just have to put you in..." and then make you wait until the next chapter. But I just couldn't do it. Oh well.
Thanks for reading.
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