|Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone
Author: Hair Like Starlight PM
Sierra Harvid has a secret, a deep dark secret that none of her mix'n'match friends know. But hers is not the only secret, what is the three-headed dog hiding, and why do the five friends find it so important to find out? But what's most puzzling is what lurks within the Forbidden forest, is it really Voldemort or something else entirely? -On Hiatus-Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Harry P. & OC - Chapters: 8 - Words: 18,276 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 11-03-11 - Published: 07-21-11 - id: 7202020
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Author's Note: One review. One. Review. I honest to god will DELETE this story if people keep alerting and not reviewing. Im not joking. I think im not getting many reviewers because people just think this is any other HP 1 re-make, where im using all the basic characters and just changing it a bit. It's going to be really interesting, so please recommend to your friends or something. Im near tears because I get inspiration from my reviewers. No reviewers= no inspiration. :/
Also, I wasn't sure how they got their ties so I just made it that when they got into their house, the house elves would place a tie on their trunks at the end of their beds. Also, for those of you who didn't understand, 'Dopey' swapped her and Dusk's trunks because she wanted to have the bed by the window, and Dusk had it so she swapped them. I think you can all figure out who 'Dopey' is. )
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Dusk awoke at her normal time - 6am. If you were to say Dusk was a morning person, that would be the understatement of the century. Dusk is a bubbly, enthusiastic and instantly wide awake morning person. It was her favourite part of the day, where she could throw the covers off of her and have a whole day to do things in front of her. She pushed her scarlet hangings away from her and was instantly out of the bed, gathering her school clothes and dashing to the bathroom.
She shut the door and locked it quickly. After showering, she changed into her clothes. Carefully, she adjusted her Gryffindor tie. She picked up her brush and carefully brushed her silky brown locks into a ponytail. After tie-ing up her hair swiftly, she walked out the bathroom with a prance in her step and a smile on her face. She glanced at her watch and saw it was only ten past 6. She stared at all of the beds with the hangings drawn around them distastefully, before dropping her pajamas back in her trunk.
She dug through her messy trunk and retrieved a golden ribbon. She tied it around her ponytail in a bow and studied herself in a small mirror. "Decent," She muttered, carelessly tossing the mirror back in her trunk and slamming the lid shut. Still, nobody arose and she noted that if they didn't get up soon they'd all be late for breakfast- and lessons. Dusk was just about to leave the dormitory when she heard a soft beeping sound and Hermione was quick to arise from her own bed. The girls frizzy hair was sticking out at odd angles from her slumber and Dusk couldn't hold in the giggle that fell from her lips, before she clapped her hand to her mouth in shock.
Hermione's brown eyes locked with her own and they were drooping from sleep. "Good morning, Hermione!" Dusk chirped, bounding over to Hermione. "Did you sleep well?" Dusk queired, and after Hermione had rubbed her eyes she responded with, "Fine. Yourself?"
"I slept wonderfully!" Dusk replied. Hermione turned away from Dusk and bent over her trunk, lifting the lid to reveal neat piles of clothes and books.
"That's good." Hermione's voice sounded more alert now, so Dusk decided to leave. Her hand was on the doorknob when an idea arose to mind. She turned back around and waited until Hermione vanished from view into the bathroom before she bounded over to Sierra's bed and roughly pulled the hangings back. Sierra's legs and arms were entangled together in a weird position as she lightly snored. "Morning!" Dusk said. Sierra continued to sleep, causing Dusk to frown, sit on Sierra's bed and poke her cheek.
Finally, the girls eyes fluttered open and she stared up at Dusk in amazement. "What... are you doing?" Sierra asked groggily. Dusk beamed at her.
"Waking you up silly!"
"What... what time is it?"
"6: 14am," Dusk announced after consulting her watch. Sierra groaned and rolled over.
"Go away." Came her muffled voice as she buried her face in her pillow. Dusk was having none of it, and she promptly pushed Sierra out of the bed. There was a loud thump and Sierra's head popped up into Dusk's line of vision. "What was that for?" She sounded frustrated, but Dusk wasn't fazed whatsoever and she continued to smile.
"Its time to get up." Dusk said, going to the end of Sierra's bed and opening her trunk. She grabbed Sierra's clothes and placed them on her bed. "Come on, Hermione's almost done and then we can all go to breakfast," Dusk said cheerily. Sierra rolled her eyes but picked up her clothes anyway.
"Dusk, are you sure breakfast will be ready at this time of morning?" Sierra asked. A frown creased Dusk's forehead.
"I hope so, if not we can just wait," Came the cheerful girls response. Sierra sighed.
"Wait in the common room for me, then." Sierra told Dusk, who nodded and left the room. She walked down the staircase and over to one of the comfy looking scarlet armchairs by the roaring fire. "I wonder how you stay like this all night," Dusk mused. "Magic, probably," She continued. Dusk had an annoying habit of thinking aloud. She watched the orange flame's flicker and burn brightly as they ate up the logs. Her eyes moved to the walls where the orange glow danced on the walls. "This is the most beautiful room," She said softly, leaning her head back into the couch and kicking her feet up.
"Morning, Dusk," A familiar, male voice came from behind her. She looked up in time to see Fred Weasley sit down on the couch beside her, followed by George.
"Morning Fred, George," She responded with a smile.
"Hey Dusk," George greeted her. Dusk was about to ask them how they were- when it occurred to her that they were up awfully early for boys.
"What are you doing up so early?" Dusk voiced her question.
"We were just off-"
"- to wander the halls, maybe nick a bit of-"
"- food from the kitchens," Fred finished. Dusk stared at them both with an amused smile. She also noticed that George's nose was a tad more droopy than Fred's, and he was slightly taller.
"Oo, you know where the kitchens are? That's cool," Dusk said in an admiring tone.
"Oh stop it," Fred said in a mock- embarrassed tone. Dusk giggled at the boys.
"Its really not that much of an achievement," George said in the same tone, touching his cheeks and sending a wink at Dusk, who stifled her giggles with her hand. There was suddenly a clattering of feet as Sierra came down the staircase followed by Hermione. Hermione's arms were crossed and Sierra had a haughty look which suggested the two had been fighting.
"Let's go already," Sierra said in a clipped tone, stalking over to Dusk. Dusk bid goodbye to the Weasley twins and followed a silently fuming Sierra from the common room. "Urgh, she's so annoying!" Sierra exclaimed once they were outside. Dusk turned around to see the portrait hole opening to allow Hermione out.
"Shh!" Dusk hushed Sierra, who glared at her. "What did you fight about?" Dusk finally asked after a moment of silence. Sierra sighed.
"We didn't really fight... It's just she was taking so long combing her bloody hair, and I suggested she use gel and she went off at me about how gel is damaging to the hair!" Sierra sounded annoyed, but Dusk noticed Hermione's head drop lower.
"Oh leave her alone," Dusk snapped and Sierra looked startled. They stepped into the Great Hall which was empty spare a few Ravenclaw's. "Aha!" Dusk exclaimed in a victorious tone of voice as she pointed at the breakfast that sat steaming and ready to be eaten on the table. "I told you so!" Dusk hurried to sit down at the Gryffindor table, followed by an amused Sierra, who sat down beside her and filled her plate with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.
Dusk herself made a bacon and egg sandwich and ate it happily, whilst Hermione ate slowly and silently. "Wonder when we'll get out timetables," Sierra mused. Dusk swallowed heavily and let out a squeal of excitement. "Merlin's beard this is so cool! I can't believe im at Hogwarts!" She giggled and nudged Hermione in the ribs. "Don't you think its cool, Hermione?" Dusk asked. Hermione smiled at her.
"I do. I personally am very excited about the prospect of learning all about magic," Hermione said.
"What subject are you looking forward to learning?" Dusk asked.
"Transfiguration, yourself?" Hermione responded promptly.
"History of Magic," Dusk turned to Sierra. "What about you, Siri?"
"Hmm. I reckon Charms is going to be fun," Sierra said thoughtfully as she took another bite of her food. Hermione nodded her head vigorously.
"Oh yes! Charms is going to be wonderful. I've read our textbook for it, have you?" Hermione's enthusiasm startled Sierra.
"I skimmed bits of it," Sierra answered hesitantly and this seemed to please Hermione.
"Oh! Well let me tell you a bit about it, you see-" And Hermione launched into a detailed description of their Charm's textbook. Dusk stopped listening after the first few sentences, but Sierra seemed to actually be interested in what the girl had to say. By the time the girls had all finished, it was 7:26am and more people were making their way into the Great Hall. Dusk was just about to suggest they go back to the common room and come back at 8 when they get their timetables, until she spotted Astoria.
Astoria's rich brown hair was tied back into a high ponytail, and the silver on her Slytherin tie glinted in the sunlight pouring in from the huge arch windows in the Great Hall. "Stori!" Dusk squealed and ran over to the Slytherin girl. She grabbed her in a hug and squealed again. "Stori! How are you? Is Slytherin nice? Oh gosh im so excited for our lessons!" Dusk exclaimed, but her face fell when Astoria pushed her off of her.
"Stori?" Dusk's voice was hurt and Astoria smiled weakly.
"Morning Dusk. Slytherin's great, hows Gryffindor?" She asked. Dusk perked up immediately and began rambling on about how lovely the Gryffindor common room was. Astoria nodded her head in fake interest, before Dusk noticed her eyes narrowed in on someone behind her and Dusk turned around. She saw Sierra and Hermione behind her before she turned back to Astoria. Astoria's nose wrinkled as she stared at Hermione in disgust.
"Come on, Dusk. We'll eat at the Slytherin table," She hissed. Dusk pretended not to notice her best friend's tone.
"No thanks. We've already ea-"
"We?" Astoria's eyebrows rose.
"Me, Siri and Hermione. Anyway, we've already eaten, Stori. Be back down later, who knows maybe we'll have a class together," Dusk grinned. Astoria looked taken aback.
"Siri? Who the hell is 'Siri'?" Astoria asked and Dusk motioned to Sierra. Astoria frowned. "You mean, you didn't wait for me?"
"We got down here at around 6:30 am, were we meant to sit in silence until you arrived?" Sierra had pushed in front of Dusk to confront Astoria. Astoria shrugged.
"Of course not, don't be ridiculous Siri. I was just hoping that I could eat breakfast with my friend," Astoria pointed out, before a familiar Malfoy stepped beside her.
"Come on, Astoria." Malfoy sneered at the three girls and led an angry Astoria away. Dusk sighed.
"I don't know what it is about that boy, but he completely changed Astoria. She used to want to be in Gryffindor with me, you know?" Dusk said dejectedly as the girls made their way to the Gryffindor common room.
"Don't worry about it, Dusk. She'll come around, you'll see," Hermione smiled at Dusk, who smiled back.
"So... are we friends now?" Dusk asked suddenly. Hermione and Sierra looked at Dusk.
"Sure," Sierra said, and she noticed not only Dusk's face perk up but Hermione's also.
"We're going to be best friends forever!" Dusk squealed, and Sierra rolled her eyes along with Hermione.
"Merlin's pants! Is that him there?"
"The one with the glasses?"
"Next to the red head?"
"Have you seen his face?"
"Have you seen his scar?"
These were just a few of the phrases Harry had heard as he tried to find his way to classes throughout the day. Many people would pretend to drop their things just to get a good look at him, or double back to point at him. Some even crowded around him, and he dearly wished they wouldn't, for Ron and Harry were having enough trouble finding their classes as it was.
And once they'd found their classes, the classes themselves were hard enough! Harry soon learned that magic was a LOT more than just waving your wand and saying a weird word. There was studying how to say the word, how exactly to wave your wand, difficult maneuvers, how you had to pronounce the word correctly and so much more. And it wasn't just that, magic wasn't all wand waving. Their was studying different plants, learning the history and brewing potions as well that if you didn't brew perfectly would fail.
Of course, Harry and Ron had not yet experienced Potions, but the name of the lesson was pretty self-explanatory.
Trasnfiguration involved transforming one object into another. It was really difficult, a lot more so than Harry thought it would be. Prof. McGonagall gave them a matchstick and they had to turn it into a needle by the end of the lesson. When that time came, only Hermione Granger had made much of a difference to her matchstick. Professor McGonagall had shown the class how Hermione's matchstick had turned silver and slightly pointy at the end, before sending Hermione a rare smile.
Charms was a lot of correct wand maneuvers, pronouncing words absolutely perfectly, and studying the different Charms. Professor Flitwick was their Charms teacher, and he was also a dwarf. He had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk, and he toppled right off them with an excited squeak when he read out 'Harry Potter' from the roll.
Herbology was taught by Professor Sprout, a chubby old woman with gray hair and a very bubbly approach to learning. She was also a woman that didn't mind getting a bit of dirt in her fingernails. Herbology was all about weird plants that could kill you with a scream, strangle you with their vines and swallow you whole. Harry wasn't sure if he liked Herbology or not.
History of Magic was by far the most boring lesson of them all. Professor Binns had been very, very old when he fell asleep by the fireplace in the Staff Room and had got up the next day and left his dead body behind. It was the only lesson taught by a ghost, and in the lesson the student's only struggle was to stay awake. His voice was a monotone as he spoke and drifted around. Harry spent a majority of that lesson getting Uldric the Oddball and Emeric the Evil mixed up.
One morning, while Harry was sitting in the Great Hall with Ron, the morning owl came. By now, Harry was used to this, for the first time it had given him a mighty fright. He was used to watching Malfoy gloat about the daily chocolates and sweets his mother sent him, so you can imagine Harry's surprise when Hedwig flew in with a letter strapped to her leg.
She landed in front of him and held out her leg. Quickly, Harry took the letter off of her leg and gave her a bit of his toast. She nibbled his ear affectionately. Harry un-ravelled the letter and was met with a messy scrawl.
I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig
Harry turned the note over and scribbled back 'see you then' before attaching the letter back onto Hedwig's leg and she took off. "Is Hagrid the really, really tall one?" Ron asked. Harry nodded before pulling out his timetable and groaning.
"We have double potions with the Slytherin's," Harry said grumpily. Ron grimaced.
"Yeah, thats gonna be bad. Its taught by Snape, y'know. Everyone says Snape favours Slytherin, now we'll get to see for ourselves," Ron grumbled.
"Wish McGonagall favoured us," Harry sighed wistfully. Professor McGonagall was in fact Head of Gryffindor, but by no means did she show it. She ven gave them a huge pile of homework, and they'd only had 2 or 3 lessons! Ron laughed. "As if. McGonagall's as strict as I am hungry," Ron said, stuffing some food into his mouth afterwards. He heard a disgusted sound came from across him and he looked up to see Sierra and Dusk.
"'airs o i' arr?" Ron asked around a mouthful of food. The three just stared at him. He swallowed and repeated, "Where's know-it-all?"
Sierra frowned. "Don't know, don't care,"
"Did you guys get in a fight?" Harry asked. Sierra glared at him.
"We're just not friends anymore is all. She thinks she knows everything," Sierra snapped. Dusk nodded her head in agreement.
"I may not be the brightest bulb in the pack, but she dosen't have to rub it in my face by being such a super genius all the time," Dusk added.
Harry suddenly looked at his watch. "Classes start soon, c'mon Ron. See you Sierra, Dusk." Harry leapt up and left the Great Hall.
Potions was probably there worst lesson by far. The dungeons were cold, creepy and dark. Snape had started off by listing off the roll, and he too stopped at Harry's name. "Ahh," Snape said in a horribly nasty tone. "Mr. Potter, our new celebrity," said Snape. Harry opened his mouth to protest but received a kick from Ron.
The lesson continued as much in a horrible way as it had started. Snape's first few lines were, "I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death, if your not the bunch of bumbling fools I usually have to teach."
Snape continued to ask Harry a few select questions, to which Harry couldn't answer. Snape had strode away with the comment, "Clearly, fame isn't everything." Which had caused Malfoy and his gang to snigger and laugh at his expense. Harry brewed his potion as well as he could, but by the end it was still a dull blue colour when it should've been a light lavender, like Hermione's. Snape seemed to take pleasure in picking on Harry, as the moment they were all done he strode over to Harry and peered into his cauldron.
"Mr. Potter, perhaps instead of thinking that your fame and glory will save you from everything, you should take the time to read the instructions. Let me see," Snape stared at the potion for a moment. "You added the lacewing flies and forgot to stir counter-clockwise twice before leaving it to simmer," Snape said. Harry just stared at him. "Didn't you, Mr. Potter?" Harry nodded his head in a frightened manor.
"10 points from Gryffindor for failure to read the instructions,"
"But sir!" Harry protested. "Malfoy's is the same as mine!" Snape whipped around.
"Make that 15 points from Gryffindor!" Snape hissed. Harry opened his mouth but Ron yet again kicked him.
"Do you want to loose anymore points?" Ron asked. Harry sighed and shook his head in the negative.
Finally, potions was over and they were dismissed. Harry burst out of the classroom and stormed along grumpily. "Cheer up mate," Ron said. "Fred and George have lost way more points than that,"
"In one lesson?" Ron remained silent and Harry frowned. His mood only soured when Sierra and Dusk regarded him coldly after loosing them 15 points, placing them last place.
"What?" Harry finally snapped as he noticed Sierra and Dusk glaring at him. Sierra returned her eyes to her book and Dusk 'hmph!'ed indignantly and continued to scribble away on her parchment.
"That's what I thought," The irritated boy mumbled to himself, before getting up and returning to his dormitory.
Author's Note: Yeah so, what did you think? Also, before any of you ask I have made Astoria the older sister and Daphne the younger one, so they swapped places. :3 Also, I will write a oneshot for EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT REVIEWS.