Harry Potter and The order of Phoenix-Unseen

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Chapter 8  :  New Students

                To Harry, it felt as though no time had passed at all from when he laid down and fallen asleep to now, with Mrs. Figg’s voice in his ears, telling him to wake up. She came in, and Harry looked at her. She looked even more tired than he, she had probably been up all night preparing her case to defend Sirius and Lupin.

                “Alright,” said Harry, “I’m up.” He sat up, and slouched downstairs, still half-asleep. He ate some breakfast, then grabbed his stuff for school. His cauldron was heavier than ever before, he had more and bigger books this year than all his other years. Mrs. Figg was waiting for him at the door when he finally got there after falling twice due to his heavy cauldron.

                Harry and Arabella got into her old pink car that was in the driveway. Students didn’t usually fly to school because it would be a big risk to have hundreds of brooms flying in the sky at once, all headed toward the same place. However, from his experience with wizard cars, Harry knew there was probably more to Mrs. Figg’s car then met the eye.

                Harry’s suspicions were confirmed when he stepped into her car. It was more of a house than an automobile. There were sinks and beds, table and chairs, curtains on the windows, and even wallpaper. At the front of the ‘car’ were two large chairs that looked as though they were made out of wood with red cushions. Harry waddled (his cauldron was still weighing him down) over to the one on the left. He opened Hedwig’s cage, letting her fly around a bit since she hadn’t been out of her cage in a while. Harry looked over and saw Arabella in the chair next to him, she was looking determined as though she knew she had already won the trial. She pulled back on a lever next to her chair, and a voice came from the inside of the car:

                “Good morning Arabella, where would you like to go today?” it spoke. It was a sweet and flowing mechanical voice, it was the car.

                “King’s Cross,” she responded. She folded her arms, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes. The car suddenly started to back out of the driveway, and it drove forward perfectly as though it was being driven by an expert Muggle.

                Harry decided to follow Mrs. Figg’s decision, and he leaned back and fell asleep. Just as he felt unconsciousness coming on, the car stopped. Harry sat up, and looked around. They had arrived at King’s Cross, the train station that would take him and the rest of the students to Hogwarts. As he stepped out of the car, Arabella stuck her head out of the window.

                “I’ll see you soon Harry. Good luck this year!”

                “Thanks Mrs. Figg,” said Harry, wondering when he’d be seeing her. She put her head back in, and drove off, leaving Harry with only Hedwig.

                Harry started walking to the platform that would lead him to the train that would take him to Hogwarts. There was something different about this platform though, it wasn’t really there. It was between platforms 9 and 10, it was platform 9 ¾. The first time Harry had to arrive there, he was clueless on how do to do. Now, though, he had done it four times before, so he was quite used to it. You had to walk into a brick wall that separated the two platforms, and unless you were used to doing it, it was quite unnerving.

                As Harry was walking toward that wall, he kept an eye out for Ron and Hermione. By the time he had arrived there, there was still no sign of them. Harry shrugged, and ran through the brick wall.

                It was as though he just walked through a doorway. All around Harry were wizard students, younger and older than he, each was dressed in their black robes, all of them except for Harry who just realized he was still wearing his normal Muggle clothes.

                “Oh well,” though Harry, “no big deal, I’ll just change on the train.” He walked towards the golden train that just blew its whistle announcing that it would not be waiting much longer.

                Harry stepped on the train, and sat down in the nearest compartment. He set all his stuff next to him, and decided to copy Hedwig who was sleeping. Harry leaned back, and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the train slowly moving.

                Just then, the door to Harry’s compartment opened, and a very red-headed, very tall boy stepped in. It was Ron. He was clutching a newspaper in his hand, and he had an exasperated look on his face. He looked at Harry as though he was a ghost. Ron just showed the front of the newspaper to Harry but, Harry could only make out the title: Sirius Black Is Caught!”

                Ron walked over to the seat opposite Harry, and sat down, still staring at him. Harry was about to say hello to Ron when the door to the compartment opened again. Harry saw a bushy-headed girl step in.

                It was Hermione. She, like Ron, had a newspaper in her hand. It was exactly the same as Ron’s. What did they think, he didn’t know? Well, that might be the case, thought Harry to himself, for all they knew, he was at the Dursleys ever since he left Ron’s house and Harry was oblivious to the wizarding world, even the most important events he knew nothing about.

                Hermione though, unlike Ron, had a look of sadness on her face. She sat down next to Ron, and they were all silent for a while. Each of them knew and loved Sirius just as much as Harry did. They were among the very few wizards who knew the real story about him, and they felt for him. Hermione opened her mouth, as though ready to say something when, once again, the door to the compartment was opened. This time, however, the visitor was not welcome.

                “Hello Harry,” said Draco Malfoy. If Harry ever needed another enemy besides Voldemort, his next choice would be Draco. He and Harry were enemies, like Clark Kent and Lex Luther, like Voldemort and Dumbledore, like King Arthur and the Frenchman. Draco came from a wealthy wizarding family who prided themselves on being ‘pure-blood’ that is, each member of their family had been a wizard, no Muggles. Malfoy’s family were also big supporters of Voldemort, though they escaped the accusations that they were accused of after his downfall.

                “Hullo poor-boy, mud-blood,” said Draco, nodding to Ron and Hermione. A mud-blood was a nasty name for a wizard or witch who was from Muggle descent, Hermione, whose parents were both Muggles, was Malfoy’s favorite target for this insult.

                “Go away Draco,” said Harry calmly.

                “You know, I’d rather not,” he responded. Draco’s two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, appeared behind him. They both looked more like very muscular and stupid apes rather than humans.

                “Just heard about your god-father there Harry, dreadfully sorry,” he smiled, though there was a hint of truthfulness in his voice. “He was a great supporter of You-Know-Who, and it’s a pity to lose him. May we have a moment of silence?” He smiled, and he, Crabbe, and Goyle each bowed their heads in unison. They were among the majority of the wizarding world who believed that Sirius Black worked for Voldemort.

                “Shut it Malfoy!” yelled Ron who stood up and pointed his wand at Malfoy. He hated being insulted because of his family being poor. Hermione, who was used to such taunts of her being Muggle-born just sat there watching.

                “Oh! Standing up for yourself are you now?” smirked Malfoy looking at Ron’s wand. “Just know this Weasley, I know more curses than you have brain cells.” With that, he brandished his wand, ready to fire at Ron, when suddenly, a teacher walked by their compartment. Harry recognized him as the tiny wizard, Professor Flitwick, their Charms teacher and head of the Ravenclaw House.

                “Hello boys, oh! And girl,” he smiled spotting Hermione. “Not practicing Defense Against The Dark Arts against each other now, are you?” He smiled, not realizing that they were.

                “Oh, no. Not at all professor,” smarmed Malfoy. He hid his wand behind his back.

                “Professor,” asked Harry, “why are you on the train? Professors never used to normally ride on it.” Professor Flitwick’s smile faded.

                “Oh well, we need to take some… err… extra precautions due to… well… you know…” He walked away and started mumbling incoherently. Harry knew what he was referring to, the fact the Voldemort was back meant more security everywhere. Even if the Ministry of Magic wasn’t doing anything about it, Dumbledore certainly was going to.

                “We’ll finish this later Weasley,” said Malfoy. He spun around, and left. Obviously, he didn’t want to fight in front of teachers, lest he get in trouble. The door to their compartment closed by itself.

                “What happened Harry?” asked Ron immediately. “I mean, with Sirius and all. The paper says that you were with him.” Hermione nodded, she must’ve wanted to ask the same question. Harry sighed.

                “I don’t know Ron,” answered Harry. “One minute, Sirius was there with me as a dog, then the next second people were screaming all around us saying they saw Sirius Black and then some Aurors came down and took him away.”

                “How did they know that dog was Sirius?” asked Ron. “Did they know the type of animal he could turn into?”

                “I don’t think so,” said Harry. “The Auror who spoke to me said he saw Sirius Black in the flesh. That means they must’ve somehow seen through his transformation.”

                “Is that possible?” asked Ron. Both he and Harry looked at Hermione, the smartest of them all. She, however, had her face buried in a book.

                “Is it Hermione?” asked Harry, looking curiously at her.

                “What?” she looked up from her book and shook her head. “Sorry Harry, what did you say? What was it?”

                “Is it possible to ‘see through’ an animal transformation?” repeated Ron.

                “No, of course not! That would defeat the purpose of transforming in the first place!” she said as she buried her nose back in the book. Harry’s curiosity came over him:

                “Hermione,” he asked, “what are you reading?”

                “Oh, just looking over the standard spells for this year. Getting ready for our O.W.L.s you know,” she smiled and started reading again.

                “WHAT!?” yelled Ron, dumbfounded. “Hermione! We don’t take our O.W.L.s until the end of summer! We’ve still got almost ten months!”

                “Yes, well, never too soon to start studying,” she said, “and the O.W.L.s make up most of our grades, and they determine Head Boys and Girls.”

                “Speaking of prefects, Hermione,” said Ron slyly, “what’s that in your pocket?”

                Harry noticed it to, there was something shiny and circular popping a little out of her pocket.

                “Huh? Oh! That! I totally forgot about that with all that’s been going on with Sirius lately,” she took the circle out of her pocket and pinned it onto her chest. It was a badge that read: ‘Hermione Granger: Gryffindor Prefect’.

                “Hermione? You’re a prefect?” stuttered Harry. Though, now that he was thinking about it, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to him. Hermione had always gotten the best grades of anyway in their grade.

                “Well, you should know,” she said. “By the way, where’s your pin, Harry?”

                “What do you mean?” asked Harry. “I’m not a prefect, I didn’t get a letter.”

                “Well, in my letter it says you are one,” said Hermione, taking it out from her backpack. “See?”

                Harry grabbed the letter from her and read it:

                “Slytherin Prefects: Draco Malfoy! What How did he get on that list?”

                “Keep going,” said Hermione.

                “He probably bought good grades,” said Harry to himself, “and Pansy Parkinson is the girl prefect. Hufflepuff Prefects: Ernie Macmillon and Hannah Abbot. Ravenclaw Prefects: Paulo Calvacanti and Lisa Turpin. Gryffindor Prefects: Harry Potter and Hermione Granger! Hey! I am a prefect!”

                “So then how come you didn’t get a letter?” asked Hermione.

                “I don’t know,” said Harry, giving her the letter back.

                “Oh, wait, I think I know,” said Ron, digging through his backpack. He took out an envelope. “This came for you the day after you left my house.”

                Harry snatched the letter from Ron, and tore it open. Sure enough, inside, was the prefect letter, and his shiny badge.

                “Wow,” said Harry to himself. “I’m a prefect…” He threw his Hogwarts robe on over his clothes, and then pinned the badge onto to it. The incredibly shiny badge reflected the sunlight all over the room.

                “Great job Harry,” said Ron. Harry thanked him, then realized something. Four years ago, he had found a mirror that showed whoever looked in it their deepest desires. In it, Ron had seen himself as Head Boy and captain of the Quidditch team. But, only prefects could become Head Boy or Girl. So, one of Ron’s dreams was not going to come true.

                Just then, the train stopped, and Harry looked out the window. They had arrived at Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione walked out of the compartment, and Harry ran out after them. As he stepped off the train, he heard a familiar voice:

                “Firs’ years! Firs’ years this way!” yelled Hagrid, the very large groundskeeper at Hogwarts. Traditionally, he led the first years at Hogwarts over the lake to the castle in boats while the other students went up a path.

                “Hello Hagrid,” said Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

                “Hullo Everyone!” he said. “Can’t wait to get started this year! Got some great lessons planned for yeh.” Harry knew Hagrid was looking forward to teaching about dragons, Hagrid had always wanted one for as long as Harry knew him.

                He, Ron, and Hermione headed up to the Hogwarts castle while about ten little kids got in small boats and crossed the lake with Hagrid. Harry wouldn’t have minded crossing the lake today, it was bright and sunny, clear and warm. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the first to reach the gates of the castle, so they threw open the door.

                It was just as Harry remembered it. The front entrance was… huge was the only word to describe it. It was fifty times the size of Mrs. Figg’s house, and it had pictures on the walls, ghosts flying, and students walking everywhere. Harry kept walking forward until he came to the Great Hall, the place where the first feast of the school year would take place, and where the new students at Hogwarts would be sorted.

                At the beginning of each year at Hogwarts, the new students were sorted into one of four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin. A student was judged by a hat they placed on their head which house they shared the mist common traits with: Gryffindor is they were brave, Ravenclaw is they were clever, Hufflepuff if they were loyal, and Slytherin if they were ambitious and cunning. All were good houses, that is, except for Slytherin. There wasn’t a single witch or wizard that hadn’t gone bad that hadn’t been in Slytherin.

                There were four tables in the Great Hall, one for each house. Harry, Ron, and Hermione (who were all in Gryffindor) sat down at the Gryffindor table. Harry spotted the rest of the Weasleys, all of whom were in Gryffindor, and they sat down across from him.

                “Harry, meet us on the Quidditch Field after the Sorting. We have to have a team meeting,” said Fred to Harry. Harry nodded in agreement. Harry, Fred, and George were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and they hadn’t played as a team for a year now due to the fact that Quidditch was cancelled last year because of the Triwizard Tournament.

                Just then, the doors to the Great Hall flew open again and the ten or so students who crossed the lake with Hagrid came through the door. Harry watched them as they walked through the center of the room, and up to the front where there was a three-legged stool with a large and tattered black hat on it.

                As Harry watched them go across, he noticed something funny about one of the new students. He didn’t look like a first year at all, he looked as old as Harry. Also, he didn’t look nearly as scared as the other first-years, he in fact looked confident. He wasn’t wearing black robes either, he was instead wearing a long, black flowing coat. he was also wearing white gloves that seemed to dissolve into his skin rather than have cuffs. His wand wasn’t in his pocket or his hands either: it was slung over his shoulder. On his back, there was a sheath for it, and a long string that went over his shoulder, over his chest, and then connected to the bottom of his sheath. Inside the sheath there was a long sword that had a beautiful wand painted on the blade. Harry decided to just wait and see what happened when he was sorted, maybe he’d be in Gryffindor so Harry could ask him some questions.

                All of the new students were lined up in front of the stool now, and Professor McGonagall was next to the stool with a long piece of paper.  Suddenly, the hat floated off of the stool that it was on, and began… singing.

                “Many, many years before,

                There was a gigantic war.

                It was between both wizards and men.

                However, no one won in the end.

                When all the dead bodies lay strung out,

                Four voices, did ring out:

                Godric Gryffindor: Bold and true;

                Salazar Slytherin: Cunning and shrewd;

                Rowena Ravenclaw: Quick and bright;

                Helga Hufflepuff: Loyal and with might.

                Together these four made the place in which you stay,

                So that others may learn their magnificent ways.

                And so that a war like before would never happen again,

                To tutor their pupils, and help them become true men.

                So that the world may become a better place,

                They built Hogwarts, where you learn the magical ways.”

                There was a magnificent amount of applause for the hat, like always, and when I dies down, Professor McGonagall brought the hat down from its hovering position, and back onto the stool, ready to sort the newcomers.

                “When I call out your names,” she spoke loudly, “you will come up to this stool, place the hat on your head, then go to the table of the house that the hat designates you to. With that, let’s start: Vernon Crabbe!”

                The boy that was first in line stepped up to the stool, and placed the hat on his head. His clumsy movements and unmistakable similarity caused Harry to believe that this was Vincent Crabbe’s, Malfoy’s friend’s, little brother. It was confirmed when he placed the hat on his head and it yelled out:

                “SLYTHERIN!” The Slytherin table cheered, and Crabbe gave his brother a pat on the back as he sat down.

                “Prancy Patil!” A small, cute little girl stepped up to the stool, and placed the hat on her head.

                “RAVENCLAW!” yelled the hat after a second of being on her head.

                “Aw, too bad,” said Parvati Patil, another fifth year Gryffindor who had been Harry’s date to a dance last year, “I was hoping Prancy’d be with me, not Padma. (her twin sister who was in Ravenclaw)”  

                “Akshay Dayal,” said Professor McGonagall. The next boy in line stepped up to the hat, and placed it on his head, waiting for less than a second.

                “GRYFFINDOR!” shouted the hat. As with the rest of the new students, the Gryffindors clapped as he walked over to their table. The next name on the lost took Harry by surprise:

                “Aylar Dumbledore!” said Professor McGonagall with a hint of proudness in her voice. Could this be Professor Dumbledore’s son? If it wasn’t his son, than he surely looked a lot like Dumbledore. He had the same long nose, skinny figure, and a certain blissful look in his eyes. Dumbledore was also looking at him with proudness in his face. Aylar confidently stepped up to the chair, and put the hat on, the hat looked as though it was thinking very hard, just as it had done with Harry.

                “SLY- no… GRYFFINDOR!” yelled the hat. Harry looked shocked, that was the first time the hat had ever stuttered. Aylar didn’t look to happy, however, he must have wanted to be in Slytherin. But, the next second, as he was cheered over to the table, he looked excited and glad, so Harry thought he must’ve just imagined his sadness.

                “Michael Whalen!” A small, skinny little boy stepped up to the chair.

                “HUFFLEPUFF!” said the hat. The next five sortings went by uneventful (Christopher Zimmermann in Gryffindor, Vikram Kumar in Ravenclaw, Joe Coppellotti in Gryffindor, Pawan Kodandopani in Slytherin, Mike Baronowski in Gryffindor, and Oshi Mandahib in Hufflepuff). Then, the older-looking student walked up to the hat, and just as he was about to put it on, Dumbledore stood up.

                “Tuh.. Tuh.. Sy? Tuhsyeh… neb? Tuy sy?..” stuttered Professor McGonagall.

                “Tuh-sy-uh-neb,” said the boy, looking frustrated.

                “Oh yes,” said Professor McGonagall looking embarrassed. “Tcieneb… uh…”

                “Del-on-rah,” he pronounced to her, “Tcieneb Delonra. Sounds exactly like its spelled,” he smiled. The Great Hall gave a small laugh.

                “Yes well… how about just Tci?”

                “I am pleased to announce,” said Dumbledore, interrupting the boy placing the hat on his head, “that we have a new fifth-year student joining us this year from Durmstrang (another wizarding school). Since he was obviously not sorted here in his first year, he will be now, and I hope you will make him feel just as welcome as any other new student to your house.” With that, Dumbledore sat down and smiled. Tcieneb now looked extremely embarrassed as he sat there with the hat on his head. The hat looked as though it was thinking very hard, then it spoke:

                “SLYHER- ahh!” Tcieneb shot up, and started walking over to the Gryffindor table, as though he didn’t even hear the hat say he was in Slytherin, or the fact that he made it fall on the floor. He walked straight up to Harry. The entire hall was laughing.

                “Hello Harry!” he said. He had a deep voice that flowed nicely, “I saw you earlier and I wanted to get to meet you.” He put out a hand for Harry to shake.

                “Uh, yeah. That’s great uh… Tci, but uh… you’re in Sly-” Harry was cut off.

                “I just know we’ll be great friends, we both have a lot in common, you play Quidditch, I play it, you were raised by Muggles, I was too…” just then, Dumbledore spoke very loudly:

                “Tci!” he said loudly. “Would you please proceed to the Slytherin table?” The entire hall exploded with laughter and Tci looked around.

                “Oh, you mean… I’m not in Gryffindor?” he asked, looking almost scared. “But… I did everything I was supposed to do.. I-” he was cut off by Malfoy coming over and speaking to him.

                “Come on over Tci, you don’t want to hang around this filth. Nice Swand you have there. I wanted one, but father said they’re too hard to find and not worth it. I can tell you…,” Malfoy trailed off indicating the thing in Tci’s sheath as he led him over to the Slytherin table.

                “What was that about Hermione?” asked Harry as he poked her in the ribs.

                “What? Huh? I wasn’t paying attention, I was busy studying.”
 

TO  BE  CONTINUE

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