Saturday, October 25, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 3 - 'ALWAYS REMEMBER WHAT YOU CAN'T FORGET'
CHAPTER 3
“Liz, Liz wake up.” Ginny Potter was shaking her very stubborn sixteen year old daughter gently.
“Why.” she asked, her voice muffled by her pillow.
“Hogwarts, dear.” she said patiently.
“What time is it?”
“Eight.”
“Why so early?”
“Because we have to floo to the Leaky Cauldron and then walk to the station. Unless you’d rather us drive, but in that case you should have got up about three hours ago.”
“Alright, I’m coming.” Liz said, exasperated. She really hated mornings. Okay, lets see. Jeans, check. Sweater, check. Trunk, check. Owl, check. She always hated walking through
When Liz entered the kitchen, dragging her trunk after her, she found Nicole and Sirius already eating breakfast. Her and Sirius had talked a lot over the last few weeks and decided they would try to be friends.
“Morning.” she yawned sleepily. “What are you doing here?” she asked Sirius.
“Mum got called into the office early this morning so I’m going to King’s Cross with you lot.” He replied. His voice was flat and there were dark circles under his eyes. He’d never been great with mornings either.
“Oh.” They ate in quiet. An hour later, Liz’s parents came in.
“Okay, I’m staying here with Gen and James, so your father’s going to take you to the train.” Ginny said, hugging them all. After last good-byes, promises to write, and multiple “behave yourselves” they made their way to the fireplace. Harry went first, then Liz, Nicole, and Sirius. They wiped the soot off their clothes, said a quick hello to Tom at the bar, and began walking towards King’s Cross. Leaning casually against the barrier of Platform 9 3/4, the Hogwarts Express materialized in front of them.
“Well, were a bit early.” Harry said, looking at the clock. It showed ten-thirty.
“We’ll go put our trunks away and meet you back here in a couple minutes.” Liz said.
They made their way down the train, stopping so Nicole could put her trunk in a compartment halfway down the train. Liz made her way to the last compartment, the one her and her friends had been sharing since their first year. To her bemusement, Sirius followed her.
“Are you going to follow me around all year?” he asked him.
“That’s the plan, yes.” He said while helping her stow her trunk in the luggage rack. His hand brushed against hers, and she felt a chill run down her spine.
“Aren’t you going to sit with your usual gits?” She asked, watching him lift his own trunk.
“My friends can survive one train ride without
She sighed. “Oh, very well, lets go say good-bye to Dad.”
They had just stepped out onto the platform when a woman coming through the barrier yelled, “Harry?”
Harry turned around to face her, and Liz recognized her as one of her best friend’s mother.
“Lavender, is that you? Goodness, I haven’t seen you in ages. How are you?”
“Wonderfully! It’s Lavender Finnagin now, you know.”
Liz walked up behind her father in time to see Angenette Finnigan coming through the barrier with her father.
“Yes, I knew that. Our daughters are friends.” Harry said.
“Oh, yes, of course. Hello, Liz dear, how are you.”
“Very good, Mrs. Finnigan.” Angenette came over and hugged her, squealing. They all said good-bye.
“See you soon!” Harry added. Liz thought that was strange since she wouldn’t see him again until Christmas, but her father wasn’t exactly what could be called normal. Nicole left for her compartment after promising to join them for lunch. Angenette, Liz, and Sirius made their way to the end of the train to find Marissa Davies, her other best friend, waiting for them. She blushed furiously at the sight of Sirius, both Liz and Angenette rolled their eyes.
“What’s he doing here, anyways.” Angenette whispered to Liz after they’d all sat down.
“Apparently, were friends now.” she almost laughed out loud at her friend’s expression. “Don’t ask.”
When the train started moving Liz got up to make her way to the prefects carriage. Sirius looked at her in horror.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Prefects meeting, we’ve got to get our orders.” she smiled at his expression. “You chose to sit with us.”
‘Oh, that’s just great, Liz, leave me alone with one girl who likes me so much she won’t speak to me and another who can’t stand me, splendid.’ he thought angrily.
“Er, hi ladies, how were your summers?” he asked awkwardly. Angenette glared at him. Marissa muttered a shaky, “Fine.” He caught sight of red hair outside the door. ‘Well, its worth a shot.’ He threw open the door.
“Arthur, old buddy! Come in, join us why don’t you.” Arthur Weasley looked taken aback for a few moments, looked into the compartment Sirius had just come out of, and snorted loudly.
“Got yourself in a spot of trouble there?” he muttered.
“Your cousin left me with these two.” Sirius muttered back. “Please? Just until Liz gets back, okay?”
“Oh, very well, but you owe me.”
Liz came back around one, along with Renee. They had a very enjoyable time playing Exploding Snap and eating their way through a
The entourage got off the train, minus Liz and Renee, and stepped onto Hogsmeade Station. Sirius was carrying both his and Liz’s owls. His tawny, named Bob, looked quite plain compared to her Snowy, Miercoles. He remembered they had both gotten theirs as first years. Liz was making fun of him for naming his Bob when he pointed out that she named hers after the Spanish word for Wednesday. That had shut her up.
“Thanks.” The girls had caught up to them. Renee and Arthur went off to find their friends while the others made their way towards the horseless carriages.
“Firs’ years, over here!” the cry they had become so familiar to echoed over the moonlit grounds. They waved at Hagrid happily. It was quite a cold night for the first of September so the Gryffindor sixth years didn’t stall in finding a compartment. They did stop however, to call words of encouragement to the blonde head in the sea of first years.
“Bye Daniella, see you in Gryffindor!” her brother David called.
“Now, now, she may be in Ravenclaw!” Renee responded.
“Don’t forget Hufflepuff!” Arthur called.
Daniella gave them a shaky smile. She was very pale.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Everyone makes a fuss over the sorting, but it really isn’t that big of a deal. It won’t matter to us where your put.” Sirius spoke up. Daniella’s face lit up in a smile. Liz looked at him strangely. She’d never really seen much of his caring side even though she knew it was there. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after...
“Sirius, mate, where have you been?” Landen Wood, who in Liz’s opinion was the biggest idiot in the history of Hogwarts, walked up to them. He was also known as Sirius’s best friend. Christian Boot wasn’t far behind. Together they made up a group of extremely popular but very obnoxious boys. Liz didn’t particularly like any of them on their own, but together they were all but unbearable. She was really starting to regret becoming friends with Sirius.
“Ah, sitting with Potter, are we? Since when have you become too good for us?” Christian asked.
“I was just sitting with her for the train ride, it’s not like I’m marrying her.” For some reason he looked very annoyed. He looked at her.
“Your freezing.”
“No, I’m fine really.”
“No, here, take my cloak.” He said offering it to her. She was quite cold. Well, they were friends now. She took it and thanked him. Landen and Christian snickered.
“Can I hex them?” she muttered in his ear.
He laughed. “Leave it to
‘He really is different this year.’ she thought. They jumped into the nearest carriage, Angenette and Marissa following them. To
“So, how was everyone’s summer?” Christian asked. They all muttered “fine.” That was the standard response for that question. You never really told anyone about your summer, if they wanted to know, they already would. The short ride to the school was uneventful, the girls were talking amongst themselves, as were the boys. They finally lurched to a halt. Liz, being closest to the door, tried to open it and get out gracefully.
So much for that. She tripped over the hem of her robes and fell straight into a puddle of mud.
“Uck.”
“Need a hand?” Sirius helped her off the ground.
“Thanks.” she said, looking at her feet.
“And I thought I was the clumsy one.” he joked, wiping some mud off her cheek with his sleeve. “I must say, mud is not your color.”
She hit his arm. “I should curse you into the next...Dad?”
Sirius spun around. And there Harry was, standing in the doorway with a monster grin on his face.
“I told you I’d see you soon.”
“What are you doing here?” Liz asked.
“Something about it being the Sorting Hat’s thousandth anniversary, they wanted me to be the guest of honor for some reason.” Liz and Sirius shared a look. “But anyway, I thought I’d surprise you.”
He looked up at the castle. “Oh, it’s good to be back.”
“It is.” Sirius said more to himself than anyone.
“What’s with you and the other guys?” Liz asked him, suddenly wanting to make sure he was alright.
He looked thoughtful. “I don’t know. They’re just like suddenly annoying the **** out of me. This is going to sound strange after years of fighting, but I’d rather talk to you.” She looked at him so intently she almost ran into the door. He held out an arm to stop her and she ended up tripping over his feet. She would have ended up on the ground again if he hadn’t caught her.
“Sorry.” she stammered, blushing furiously.
“No problem.” he grinned. “You look cute when you blush.”
“Shut up.” she said, blushing harder than ever. It was quite a relief to reach the table. Nothing more to trip over.
Nicole and Celeste sat across from them. “Okay, now why is dad here again?”
“The Sorting Hat is one thousand years old.”
“So?”
“If you were a thousand years old wouldn’t you want to celebrate?” Just then a hush fell over the students as Professor McGonagall led a scared looking line of first years into the hall. In her hands she carried a tattered and worn hat on a three legged stool.
They were silent for a moment. Then the first years gasped as the brim of the hat opened and burst into song.
One thousand years ago today,
Godric ripped me off his head.
And said, “My friends when we are gone,
This hat can sort instead.”
I’ve sorted many students,
Through my noble history.
For no one knows the founders better,
Than a soul who was there like me.
I see this line of students,
On the first day of every school year.
I’ll tell you where you belong,
I’m always right, do not fear.
So come let me look inside your head,
See the deepest desires of your heart.
I will think, I’ll think hard,
And find what sets you apart.
Oh, you may become a Gryffindor,
If you are amongst the brave.
When you’re unafraid of selfless deeds,
And courage is your way.
Or maybe a Ravenclaw,
Where intelligence is key.
If you have a sharp and working mind,
Learning will give you wings.
And then again, there is Slytherin,
The most cunning of their kind.
Those clever folks with pure blood,
Are the friends that you will find.
But let us not forget Hufflepuff,
If you are kind and good.
If you are always calm and fair,
Be in this house you should.
So this is my duty,
To sort you into four.
I’ve been doing it for many years,
And shall continue for many more.
So now you know what to expect,
And where this school has been.
Enough musings of an old hat,
Let the sorting now begin.
The hat went quiet once more as the hall broke into applause. The Headmistress unrolled a long sheet of parchment and began reading names. The hat seemed to be very dramatic today, taking a long time to decide everything, and then pausing after making a decision. Liz thought it must have been quite annoying for the first years, being nervous already.
Finally there was only one student left.
“Weasley, Daniella.” Professor McGonagall called.
Daniella slowly approached the hat and put it on with shaking hands. It fell down over her eyes. A moment’s silence.
“SLYTHERIN!” Liz never knew silence could be so loud.
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