- Title: HARRY POTTER AND THE NEW STRANGER: A New Pupil at Hogwarts
- Author: Sarah
- Notes: none
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On an unusually cloudy day at Hogwart's, Harry was ripped from his fantasy
world. His brain was being forced to deal with the actuality around him.
His seventh year and it all still seemed so new. Harry woke up to see who
was shaking him and what could be so important.
- "Harry!
Wake Up Harry!"
Harry's morning vision was fuzzy and he reached for his glasses and put
them on. Hermione and Ron came into view above him. Hermione smiled,
"Good! Now we can go downstairs! We got a new student! I think she's
a girl! I heard she is muggle born too!"
Hermione was excited. She took an excited gasp of air and lung shattering
cough followed it. She put her hand on her chest and cleared her throat.
"Although, she better come soon, I think I have a bit of a
cold."
Hermione made an uneasy face. She wanted to befriend this girl, and maybe
someone at Hogwart's would see her as something rather than an
overachiever. She wanted a best friend. Ron rolled his eyes. Hermione had
been pushing their relationship to the edge and he had become somewhat
annoyed with Hermione for some time.
"Yeah, well too bad for you she will probably have entirely different
classes."
Hermione struggled for clear words,
"And what makes you say that?"
"Well, rumor has it that she will be in Slytherin."
Hermione was becoming equally as annoyed with Ron. She pulled Harry out of
bed as she heard,
"You three better hurry. Dumbledore wanted us to be there when she
comes." Oliver interrupted.
Lost in a book, Laura had not noticed people clearing
out the Gryffindor common room. She looked up and saw Harry Potter. She
lost her breath. She was always in awe of him, but careful not to cross
her boundaries. She did not want to be compared to the likes of Colin
Creevy, an obsessed fifth year. Her slight obsession went no further than
the fact that he managed to nearly kill Volde-you know who. Her eyes
floated from Harry to her book, trying to be nonchalant about her gaze.
Harry waited for the portrait hole to swing open, and then walked out of
the common room. Before the portrait hole closed, Laura saw that pale boy
trip Harry. Draco. Draco laughed and peered inside the small Gryffindor
hall for unsuspecting victims. But instead he saw Laura's transfixed gaze.
She deeply exhaled and noticed he was looking at her and quickly returned
to her book. Pretending to read, Laura thought "There something about
that Draco."
- When
Draco saw her turn away quickly he wanted to smile. But he did not. She
was Gryffindor. He was Slytherin. Draco knew better than to wonder off
beyond his own kind. He turned to go down the stairs and Laura took a
final glance before the portrait hole closed. Draco was special
alright, she knew he was.
Sarah had been in her Algebra II class, when she
noticed an owl in broad daylight. She glanced at it once and then took a
double take when she noticed it was looking at her. Sarah
let her brain fade to something else, trying to ignore the owl's amber
eyes. The owl began to tap on the window, as if it was trying to get her
attention. Sarah could see it was holding a letter. She tried to read it
without turning her head to the window.
Annibelle [author's note: pronounced Ann-hi-bell] S. Frendea
The Fifth chair back in the fifth row
Sarah took a sharp breath. She looked at the front of the classroom. She
counted the desks. How could that silly little owl possibly be right?
Sarah noticed Bridgett Jennings, a girl who hated Sarah for reasons beyond
her. Sarah had no idea why, but this girl always treated Sarah horribly.
Bridgett Jennings was looking out the same window that Sarah sat by. She
is reading the letter envelope, Sarah thought. That horrible sound, known
to Bridgett as a laugh, escaped her. Sarah cringed.
"Really, Sarah, you should leave you siblings at home!" The rest
of the class looked at Sarah and out the window and laughed. Their
laughter shrieked in Sarah's ears, and even the horrid teacher was
cackling along with the dumb girls. Sarah shut her eyes tightly and
clenched her hand that was by her face into a fist and began to mutter
something. Suddenly the lights flickered, and then went dead. Then they
turned on and shown ever brighter than before. The heat of the light was
so intense one light bulb shattered. Bridgett screamed and the stood up
and pointed at Sarah and screamed,
"It's her!!!! She's doing it!!"
Sarah stood up and looked startled. She grabbed her things and darted out
of the classroom.
"Young lady where are you goin-"
Before the teacher could finish, the door slammed on her words.
Sarah was outside in the courtyard trying to run far from this school. It
looks like she would be switching schools again. Why did this always
happen to her- Her thoughts paused when she saw a curious looking boy
sitting on a bench in the courtyard. He was wearing jeans, a sweater, and
a ski cap-normal for the snowy Boston weather...but he had a different
feel about him. He looked like any other boy at her school, besides the
fact that he wasn't wearing a uniform, and something was different about
him. She was trying to push that thought out of her head and continue on
walking. Her pace quickened as she noticed that creepy owl was following
her. She was about to break out into a run when the boy yelled,
"Hey wait!" She turned on her heel, a tricky thing to do in
snow, because she heard his strong Scottish accent. She almost hated
living in Boston, all these damned British people like to settle here.
They were all rude, and always correcting her English. Sarah could never
figure out why they left their "homeland".
"Trust me buddy, you want nothing to do with this American. Nothing
but unexplained chaos." She started on her quick pace to anywhere but
here, when he prompted,
"What if I told you that I could explain it all?" She stopped
dead in her tracks for the first time. Despite the freezing air stinging
her bare legs, and the snow sinking in her shoes, he had her full
attention.
"What do you mean explain it?" Sarah asked fully interested.
Oliver smiled,
"Why don't I tell you on the way to your home, I'm sure it's warmer
there."
Oliver got up and went to a beat up looking car and Sarah followed.
"By the way, you prefer to be called Sarah, right?"
He asked as the engine started.
"Yeah"
On the drive over to Sarah's tiny apartment shared with her mom, Oliver
began,
"I know why you feel different. I know why things just seem to happen
when you don't ask for them."
Sarah was interested but still quite puzzled.
"You're a witch."
"Gee, thanks." Sarah said sarcastically. Oliver chuckled
slightly.
"No, I mean a real witch. With magic, you know, spells and potions. A
witch."
Sarah was slightly reluctant to fall for this right away,
"Let me guess you're some sort of warlock."
Oliver looked confused,
"No, I'm a wizard."
Sarah laughed, still thinking he was joking, as Oliver pulled up to the
apartment complex and he got off to meet her mother. Muggle. He asked to
speak to her mum and decided he should speak slowly so that her mum could
catch every word.
"Your daughter has been accepted to Hogwart's a school for witchcraft
an wizardry. She will be completely taken care of and will be of no cost
to you."
Sarah's mother looked reluctantly upon her only daughter,
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Sarah thought about her
mother's words a moment. She still thought the witchcraft bit was a joke,
and noticed her mum did not catch those words. Sarah came to the
conclusion that anywhere was better than here. A smile spreading across
Sarah's face, matched by her nod. Sarah did not know why, but she could
not help but trust this boy, despite the dark glitter of his eyes. Sarah's
mother agreed to let her go, since it would only be for one final year.
"I guess I should start packing." Sarah said.
"Need any help?" Oliver offered.
"That would be great."
In her room, Sarah took out a pile of clothes she never got to wear to
school, because of the uniform, and plopped them on her bed preparing to
pack them. But Oliver stopped her,
"Don't pack too many clothes, there's a uniform at Hogwart's, and
your supplies can't be found here. We'll be in London."
"Another uniform?" Sarah tried not to worry. "London does
sound nice though."
"Yes, and it's not nearly this cold this time of year. You'll hardly
notice you're wearing a uniform with all the magic." Oliver's voice
trailed off and Sarah shot up.
"Magic? I think you need to tell me what I got myself into."
Sarah said nervously. Oliver spoke smoothly,
"My name is Oliver Wood, and I think we both need to calm down so I
can tell you what is going on."
- Sarah
took a deep breath and Oliver sat down on her bed with its pink ruffled
sheets.
"You, whether you believe it or not are a very special
individual." Oliver paused thinking of how he could tell her,
seriously,
"When you get angry or scared you say words you have never spoken
before and you don't know where they came from, am I right? You want
things to happen and then somehow, when you say a strange words, it does
happen." Oliver looked at her to see if she was following him.
"Yeah," Sarah's voice barely answered.
"Well, everyone at Hogwart's is exactly like that. Like you. We all
have that magic inside us. In fact Hogwart's was made to make us
better." Oliver had to regain his composition.
"However, you are a rare case. All of our first years begin to attend
when they are eleven. Obviously, you are not. When our headmaster,
Dumbledore, heard whispers and mumbles from the ministry of magic, of
strange happenings in America, Dumbledore asked them to see what the fuss
was about. It was you, you were making these things happen without meaning
to. Things you would do would make newspapers in the wizard world and the
muggles - non magic folk - were getting annoyed and slightly curious as to
how you would do the things you do. When Dumbledore received news about
you, he knew you were special. He put himself on the line to get you to
come to Hogwarts." Oliver looked at Sarah who was taking this all in.
She looked Oliver dead in the face and said,
"So, it's off to London?"
Oliver smiled,
"Great! Hogwarts is expecting you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow! How could we ever get to London that fast?"
Oliver smiled,
"This takes a very long time to master, so don't get your hopes up on
learning the first day. Gimme your hand" She placed her hand in his
and they apparated to London.
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