AN: More story, more chapters! Sorry bout the wait, but I was sorta having writers block. Not to mention the major projects my teachers have come up with and decided to compile on us all at the exact same time. Joy. And for those of you who are thinking, Spring Break's coming up in about a week anyway, so it doesn't matter, I can type a bunch then...sorry to disappoint but I'll be gone the whole week. France. Hurrah.
Don't forget testing the week after. So....I'm just in for the most exhilarating month ever, aren't I? Of course I am, everyone always loves mountains of pressure and stress piled on them day after day after day...
reads through the two paragraphs of AN above and stares Wow, it's been so long since I STARTED this chapter, that the info above is OLD news. SB has come and gone, and so has testing! And I FINALLY finished this chapter....hurrah.... ;
Well, I might as well get on with typing and stop boring you with my complaints and sarcasm. Here we go.
Btw, this chapter is probably gunna be crap considering my lack of enthusiasm and stuff....
Oh, and one more thing before I start typing. No one sent in a sorting song....so I'm afraid u'll hafta deal with my pathetic excuse for a song... basically, it sucks. Then again, I wrote it really quickly...
"Hurry up dears, or we'll be late!" Mrs. Weasley called back over her shoulder as she hurried along King's Cross Station. "Platform 93/4, right this way!"
"We know Mum!"
"Then hurry up, that's it Fayle dear, keep up!" Fayle was struggling slightly with her trolley; she'd apparently gotten one with a wonky wheel. Harry pushed his faster, and concentrated on keeping up with the fast pace Mrs. Weasley set.
They'd had a bit of trouble getting to the station, because certain members of the family had kept forgetting things at the house, and they had to go back again, and again. By the time they'd actually gotten going, they were running very behind. They had three minutes, at the most, and time was running short.
"You first Harry, Hermione." Harry jerked; they'd reached the barrier between platforms. He glanced over at Hermione, who was doing likewise. She nodded, he nodded back. They both casually walked up to the barrier, pushing their trolleys and chatting. When they reached the barrier, they both leaned up against it, still chatting, and fell through. Without waiting for the rest of the group they rushed off to find an empty compartment.
After going down the length of the train, they finally found a compartment at the very back. They stored their stuff, and waved the rest over to where they were leaning out of the window. Ron spotted them first, and rushed everyone else over. The Weasley's said their goodbyes, and then Ron and Fayle joined them in their compartment. Ginny rushed off to find her friends, and the twins scuttled off in search of Lee Jordan... and not a moment too soon. With a loud, shrill whistle the train was off, and down the track. Platform 93/4 soon faded from view.
Everyone plopped down in an empty seat. They sat in silence for a while, until Hermione broke the hushed atmosphere.
"So, do you think there are any new 'surprises' in store for us this year?"
"Huh? Oh, I don't know." Harry waved his hand vaguely. Fayle rummaged around for a bit in her bag, before pulling out a book to read. Ron raised an eyebrow, and she retorted with a raised eyebrow of her own.
"You guys can talk, I'll just sit, read, and pretend not to exist." She opened the book and began to read. Ron snorted.
"What about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? We need a new one after all. A new teacher every year, I'm telling you, the position's cursed."
"We know that Ron." Hermione commented dryly.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Harry rested his head on his hand and gazed out the window. He preferred to just let Ron and Hermione bicker it out for the present.
Around noon, the trolley lady made an appearance, and Harry produced a bag of coins. He bought several Cauldron Cakes, Pumpkin pasties, and Chocolate Frogs, along with numerous other candies. He steered clear of the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, but after being persisted by Ron to get a bag, he reluctantly bought one. Fayle was so absorbed in her book that she barely even noticed all the candy piled high on the seat next to her. She did, however, eat something when the candy was presented to her.
After they'd cleared away all the candy wrappers, Hermione announced that they were to change. She then grabbed her bag and proceeded to drag Fayle off in search of an all girls compartment, or an empty one. That left Harry and Ron to change by themselves.
They pulled on their robes quickly, incase Hermione decided to return a little early. Of course, there was no fear of that, because we all know how long it takes for a girl to change. As Harry pulled on his black robe, he remembered the shiny little silver badge he'd received in his envelope for school. Getting it out quickly, he struggled to pin it on.
"Harry! You never told me you were a prefect!" Ron stared at his badge.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, um, yeah, I got it with my letter. Don't know why, I'm always breaking the rules." Harry finally pinned it on straight.
"You got that right. Hey, shouldn't you be in the Prefect's compartment?" Ron tore his gaze away from the badge. Harry frowned.
"Oh, I forgot. I don't really care though. I'd rather be with my friends." He grinned and sat down.
"But Harry!" Ron mocked, "You're supposed to set a good example, and to do that, you must follow the rules!" Harry laughed.
"I don't think it's a rule Ron, I hardly doubt it could be. I believe we're allowed to sit where we want."
"You guys done?" Hermione chose this time to enter, with an irritated Fayle in tow, who immediately sat down to read her book again.
"Don't even bother knocking Hermione?" Ron tried to look stern, and failed.
"Oh, it's not a big deal! The worst that could have happened was that I would have seen you in your boxers." She scoffed. Ron gaped.
"And you're okay with that!?" He continued to gape at her.
"Ron, shut your mouth, you look like a fish. Besides, we're friends, right?" She flushed red.
"Yes, Hermione, last time I checked, we were, but I think that's going a bit too far."
"Oh, Harry, you're a prefect too. Congratulations." Hermione hurriedly changed the subject. Ron scowled and sat back down. Harry glanced down at his badge, and then glanced over at the-not-so-surprising-to-see-it-there badge pinned onto Hermione's robes.
"Mmmm. I should have guessed you'd be one, In fact I did guess that you'd be one."
"Oh, please!" Hermione blushed again and hurriedly sat down. It was at this time that Malfoy chose to make his usual, yearly appearance.
"Well, well, well." He drawled. "What have we got here? A potty, and a weasel, and look! A Mudblood!" he smirked, and gazed around at the furious faces. Ron went red with anger, and Harry jumped up, reading to hit him, but someone else reached Malfoy first. It was most surprising, to Malfoy, and everyone else, I'm sure, when the small figure sitting curled up in the corner jumped up with rage and slapped Malfoy across the face, hard.
"How dare you!" She shrieked. Malfoy gazed at her in astonishment, and put a pale hand up to the bright red hand mark across his cheek.
"How dare you, you poor excuse for a wizard!" Fayle was furious. Malfoy was still in a state of shock, how dare anyone hit him? His usual sneer fell back into place.
"What do we have here? Another Mudblood, defending her kind? You'll pay for that, you little brat!"
"I am not a muggle-born, for your information, and I am most certainly NOT a brat! If anyone's a brat, it's you, you spoilt little ferret!" Fayle's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Malfoy gaped at her. Two insults in one day, and by the same person! No one had ever... !
"Another follower then Potter." He sneered, and then pulled out his wand. "I'll have to teach her a lesson then." He raised his wand, but before he could utter a word, Fayle surprised them yet again. She yanked out her own wand and shouted the first curse that came to mind.
"Patrificus Totalus!" An astonished Malfoy immediately stiffened, his wand dropping from frozen fingers. He tottered on the balls of his feet for an instant, and then dropped to the floor with a thump. Fayle roughly grabbed him and shoved him back outside the compartment door. She slammed it shut with a huff, and then rammed it back open, tossed Malfoy's wand out, and slammed it again.
"The nerve!" She thundered. The trio just stared at her, startled.
"He'll be out for your blood now." Harry managed to croak out. Fayle just sighed and sat down again. She picked up her book and curled up in her corner.
"Then he'd better watch out, because no one messes with me, and no one insults my family!" She glared angrily at her book, and Harry suspected that it might burst into flame any moment. Ron and Hermione exchanged puzzled looks. When had he insulted her family? Except, when he called her a Mud-blood, when she wasn't one, which would mean that he'd referred to her parents as muggles. Mentally shrugging, the three of them settled back to enjoy the remainder of the peaceful and uneventful ride.
"Fir' years, fir' years, over 'ere now. There we go! How you doin' you three?" Hagrid's great bulk easily stood out among the many Hogwart's students milling about on the train station.
(AN: I know! I'm horrible at imitating Hagrid's accent!!!! Cut me some slack here!)
"Alright Hagrid!" Hermione called back. "See ya at the Sorting Fayle." She smiled at Fayle, who disappeared into the crowd.
The Great Hall was its usual grand splendor. The ceiling stars twinkled merrily against an ink black sky and the four long tables were decked out fully in their house colours. The students already seated were shifting impatiently in their seats, waiting for the First years to be led in and the Sorting to start. Stomachs grumbled loudly and conversations started and stopped. Finally, the doors to the Great Hall burst open and two long lines of nervous first years filed in lead by Professor McGonagall.
Fayle was in the front of the line with a determined look on her face. As she passed the famous trio they gave her the thumbs up sign. She gave them a quick grin in return and then stalked up the steps to stand in front of the whole hall along with the rest of the first years.
"I hope she gets into Gryffindor." Ron muttered. "And I do wish that they'd hurry up with the Sorting." He stared longingly at his empty golden plate.
"Oh, Ron." Hermione admonished. "Can't you think about something other than food at the moment?"
"Nope!" he replied happily. Harry grinned, he was back home. He turned his attention to the Sorting Hat, which had just been placed on the stool. The tattered hat sat on the stool for a moment before the frayed section near the brim opened wide and began to sing—
"One thousand years ago to date,
These four it seemed, met by fate.
The ultimate school they soon would build,
And with students a-many it would be filled.Four founders, thus four houses became
To be packed with students, one and the same,
Qualities found in each student would sort
Them into each house, so I was wrought!Gryffindors in red and gold
Put fear aside and stand up bold.
As the lion roars and rears up high
Their courage and bravery never go awry.Slytherins decked in silver and green
Here the ambitious are very keen
For slyness and cunning can be the key
To success henceforth they will be.Ravenclaws sport the bronze and blue
And knowledge's of old they do pursue.
Of books and cleverness they do possess
All-knowing wisdom and due success.Hufflepuffs bear pride in yellow and black
For loyalty in bounds they do not lack.
Of gentle heart and loving kind
They will never leave their friends behind.So now you see—your choices four
Slytherin or Gryffindor
Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw
Will be your house forever more."
(AN: See? That was HOOOORRRIIIBLLLEEEE!!!!!! Plz, if anyone is a brilliant poet and wants to send me a MUCH BETTER song I will give you credit and post it in place of this pathetic attempt...)
The whole hall burst into applause once the hat had finished and Professor McGonagall unrolled a long sheet of parchment and began to read off names.
It went on like that for some time before McGonagall got the 'M's.'
The trio waited with baited breath as Fayle walked up to the stool and sat down nervously. McGonagall placed the hat on her head and they watched, as the two seemed to have an internal conversation.
Fayle's point of view
I walked up to the stool, I swear I was shaking. It must have been so obvious. I reached the stool and sat down slowly. Darkness descended as the Sorting Hat was placed on my head and fell over my eyes.
"Hmm... " said a small voice in my ear—the Sorting Hat. "Well, well. We are difficult aren't we? Characteristics from all four houses. You are very loyal to your friends, but you have an extremely high intellect. Oh yes! A time traveling potion, very ingenious!" I bit my lip... I didn't want to be in Hufflepuff, although Ravenclaw wouldn't be all that bad... "You also have a thirst to prove yourself, just like your father." I bit back a gasp, "Parslemouth, hmm? Bravery as well. Well, Gryffindor? Or Slytherin?" Gryffindor, please, not Slytherin!"Well, if you say so, GRYYFINDOR—"
The last part the hat yelled out loud, and the Gryffindor table burst into applause, but none so loud as the three fifth years sitting at the far end of the table. I grinned and hoped off the stool, almost forgetting to take the hat off, and flounced over to the spot they'd saved me.
Regular point of View
"GRYFFINDOR!" Called the hat, after much silence, and Ron, Hermione, and Harry leapt to their feet in applause. Fayle grinned and flounced over to their end of the table. She sat down next to Harry and Hermione—where they'd saved her a seat—and beamed round at all of them.
"I got into Gryffindor... my parent's would be so proud!"
"I'm sure they would." Hermione said, and returned Fayle's grin.
The rest of the Sorting passed by in a flash, and before they knew it, the empty platters were full to the brim with food of all sorts.
"Finally!" Announced Ron, through several pieces of chicken. Hermione made a face.
"Do keep your mouth closed Ron, it's quite ungainly." She turned back to her steak and began to cut it up into small pieces using her knife and fork. Harry and Fayle exchanged glances, and Fayle rolled her eyes.
During the remainder of the feast they all made small talk, and instead concentrated on filling their bellies. Finally, however, the plates were wiped clean and Dumbledore stood up to make his usual announcements.
"As you all know, we must be extra careful this year because of the increased dark activities. To first years, I believe I should make clear that the Forbidden Forest, is strictly that... Forbidden, though I fear that a few of my older students need yearly reminders as well," Here he spared a glance in the trio's direction, and they tried their best to look innocent, "Also, I believe that our caretaker, Mr. Filtch, has added yet more things to his list of prohibited items, which you can check up on in his office. Once again, magic is strictly banned outside classes and in the corridors, please refrain from using it. Now, I do believe it is time for our prefects to lead our first years up to their new dormitories. Good night everyone." He beamed round at all of them, his gaze resting on the three for a split second longer, before resuming his seat.
"First years, gather round!" Hermione stood up and called out into the already milling students. Soon a tight bunch of first years was making its way up the flights of stairs and to the Gryffindor tower. Ron trailed along to Harry's left as they lead them through a shortcut, and Fayle stuck close to Hermione and gazed around her in aw. On the way, they bumped into Peeves.
"Ooh!" He cackled and did a back flip in mid-air, "Look at all the ickle firsties!"
"Back off Peeves." Harry growled menacingly, "This is Peeves, our current resident poltergeist. Stay clear of him." He added. He was strongly reminded of his first year at Hogwarts.
"Oh lookie, it's Potty, and the weasel as well! What are you going to do... oh I'm soooo scared!" Peeves grinned menacingly and swooped down over the bunch of frightened first years. They shrieked in terror and ducked.
"Peeves!" Hermione scolded, but Harry had had enough, he yanked out his wand and pointed it at the floating specter.
"Observe." He said, "Expellarimus!" Peeves cried out and shot back down the corridor before colliding with a suit of armor and began cursing.
"Cool!" Exclaimed Fayle, and several other first years who were now gazing up at Harry with wide eyes. He stuck his wand back in his pocket, scowling.
"Harry, er, mate... don't you think that was a bit extreme?" Ron glanced at him dubiously.
"No." Replied Harry shortly. "I don't." He started walking along the corridor again, muttering obscenities under his breath.
"I don't think he took that all that well... " Ron muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
"Nope!" Exclaimed Fayle excitedly.
"I wasn't talking to you."
The rest of the journey to Gryffindor tower passed by in unusual silence. When the silence seemed to become oppressing they finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"This is the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room and the Girl's and boy's dormitories. The password is Lion Heart. Take care to remember that." Harry explained dully. The portrait swung open without a word and the first years were herded inside like sheep. A few exclaimed out loud at the sight of the common room. Hermione started to show the girls their dormitories, while Harry pointed the way up the boy's staircase, too tired to bother leading them up himself. He collapsed into a chair and groaned.
"Hey mate, I think you've got yourself more candidates for the Harry Potter Fan Club." Ron collapsed down next to him. Harry glared.
"You do realize that half the first years have been gazing up at you in open adoration after that little run in with Peeves...mind you, quite a few have been doing it from the start." Ron said. Harry turned away, and came face to face with a small, mousy looking girl. She had long hair in a braid and she was looking at him nervously.
"Are—are you H-Harry P-Pott-ter?" She asked in a squeaky voice. Harry nodded warily. She stared at him wide eyed. "C-can I have your-r autograph?" She gazed up at him hopefully and Harry stared at her in shock. This was a first. He heard a snort next to him, and saw Ron covering his snickers well, but amusement plainly shown in his eyes.
"Uh... " Was all Harry managed.
"Please!" The girl asked.
"Uh... " he tried again, "Well, you're in my house aren't you? Why do you need my—my autograph?" He gulped. The girl shook her head vehemently.
"No, no. Not for me. My little sister. Please?" She held out a piece of paper and a quill. Harry sighed. He took the paper and scrawled his name on it before practically shoving it back at the girl and turning round to glare at Ron while the girl scuttled away.
"Not. A. Word." He ground out. Ron snickered again, and then burst out laughing.
"The... gasp... expression on your face... it was... gasp... priceless!" He managed through breaths. Harry glared at him before stalking up to the fifth year boy's dormitories.
Today is NOT my day.
The next day at breakfast, their time tables were handed out and many groans issued from the mouths of sleepy students. Once again, Gryffindors' had the traditional double potions with Slytherin, and, worse, Defense Against the Dark Arts as well.
"Who is the Defense teacher anyway?" Ron wondered out loud through a mouthful of sausage.
"Ron!" said Hermione sharply. He swallowed and tried again.
"Who's the new teacher, huh? Dumbledore didn't even mention it last night."
"Maybe she/he's running late or something?" Fayle suggested.
"Or," continued Ron, "He doesn't have a defense teacher!" Harry rolled his eyes and pointed to the staff table.
"Then who's that?" He questioned. Ron turned to search the familiar faces of the professors until he suddenly halted at one unfamiliar face.
"Er... " He tried before shrugging and stuffing more sausages into his mouth. Harry grumbled and picked at his own. He had potions first thing that day. He eventually gave up eating and instead concentrated on the new teacher. It was a woman, the first woman defense teacher they'd had so far, so he was sure it would be a new experience.
She looked to be about thirty years old, perhaps a bit older, so she was fairly young. She had dirty blond hair with highlights which looked like it could be layered, but Harry couldn't quite tell because of the distance. Overall, she looked fairly pretty, he decided, but not as pretty as—Harry stopped thinking abruptly and blushed. He tore his gaze away from the new teacher and started to imitate Ron.
"Harry?" Harry stopped shoveling food into his mouth immediately and swallowed.
"What Hermione?" He squeaked. She frowned and Fayle giggled. Ron was too wrapped up in his breakfast to notice anything and so was completely oblivious.
"That's disgusting Harry. You're acting like Ron."
"Er, okay 'Mione." He muttered sheepishly and stopped eating. Hermione sighed exasperatedly.
"That doesn't mean you have to stop eating." She then cut up her sausage into two pieces and placed one in her mouth delicately before chewing thoughtfully. Harry almost did a double-take when he saw Fayle do the exact same thing. Sure he was seeing things; Harry rubbed his head and got up from the table.
"Don't want to be late for potions." He muttered as an excuse, before dashing out of the Hall and making his way down to the dungeons. Ron managed to momentarily tear his attention away from his food enough to utter, "What's with him?"
Harry waited a good ten minutes outside the potions classroom before anyone else started to arrive. The first was, of course, Draco Malfoy and his cronies followed shortly by Hermione and Ron towing a very reluctant Neville.
"Where's you fan club Potter?" Malfoy sneered. Harry glared at him. He'd been perfectly fine before Malfoy had decided to break the awkward silence with an insult. Ron broke in before anyone could say anything.
"Go to Hell Malfoy. You should know by now that you're not wanted here." Ron took a step forward and shook himself out of Hermione's warning grip. Malfoy took a step forward as well.
"Watch your language Weasel!" He pulled out his wand and raised it threateningly. Ron yanked his out unceremoniously as well.
"Boys!" Hermione's shrill command cut through the tension like a knife would butter, but it made no difference.
"Ron, just ignore him." Harry cautioned his friend.
"Shut up Harry. Someone needs to teach this ferret a lesson, and today's as good a day as any." Ron ground out through clenched teeth. Harry frowned. If Ron wasn't careful Snape might come out to see what all the commotion was and he'd get in trouble.
"Leave it Ron. We can pay him back some other time, but right in front of Snape's classroom is not the best place or time to do it." said Harry. Ron was about to retort when his eyes widened suddenly and he hastily stuffed his wand back under his robes.
"And what seems to be the problem?" Came a silky voice to their left. The imposing figure of Professor Severus Snape towered in the doorway with an air of impending doom that hung around him like a cloud.
"Nothing Professor." Harry responded for them all.
"Did I ask you to speak Potter? Get inside!" Snape glared once at Harry and then whirled around and stalked back inside his classroom looking remarkably like an overgrown bat.
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Okay people. I am warning you now that the next chapter probably won't even begin until summer. And then even that might not work b/c i'm going on vacation pretty much the whole time.
Right now it's become REALLY hectic. My mum just had a baby and it's chaos in our house right now. That and the house is going to undergoing construction sometime soon....right next to my room...great...
...and now it's gone and flooded. Stupid construction workers are all like, oh it'll just be a light rain, but then it goes and POURS for a whole day and night and here i am in my room up to my ankles in BLOODY WATER.
Now i'm in the guest bedroom. Yippee.
Anyway. The next thing I write will be for HPatMoT. I'm putting everything else on Hiatus (except for HpatMoT) until Summer Hols. Also, because I just tried writing more for this fic and got about 3 paragraphs in before i became completely stuck....
writers block sucks.
Okay. Now that that's settled....
AN: Okay, that chapter wasn't extremely eventful... heh... oh well! At least it's not a cliffhanger or something equally terrible! Lol. K, plz review!!!!!!! I want a considerable amount of reviews before I continue, got it?
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