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 Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 1:23 pm
((Hey guys! Okay, here's the deal. A young American witch comes to Hogwarts Harry's fifth year. With her spunk and strange powers, what's in store for this new year?))
Soft brown eyes stared at the red train in wonder. "Wow." She breathed,
wallowing in exitement. "This is amazing." The girl grinned. Sure, she
knew she was coming in late, but that never stopped her before. She was
ready to take on anything. She heard someone talking on her left, and
letting her nosiness take over, she slipped off toward the sound, stopping
and retreating when she saw two men sitting together talking about a
photograph. She smiled. it was good to see that people still cared about
the youth. She waited patiently until they were done and approached the
younger of the two, just in time to see the elder shift into a large, black
dog and slip away unnoticed. She tapped the boy's sholder and he turned
to face her. "Can I help you?" He asked. She smiled, flipping her long,
red hair out of her face. "Uh, yes. I'm going to be new here and I would
like to know if there is any order to the train or can we sit where we
want?" "You can sit wherever you want. You're an American?" She
grinned and sighed. Her accent had once again given her away. She held
out her hand. "Yeah. Andrea Connover, Muggleborn witch, New York,
New York. And yourself?" He smiled, his green eyes laughing, and took
her hand. "Harry Potter. So does this make us friends?" Andrea
laughed. "If it does, then I'm Andy."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 1:09 am
Oh~ I like this. XD 4laugh
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:31 am
Harry grinned. "Fair enough. Would you like any help with your
bags?" "Sure, thanks. Just hold on a second. TEKAIONHAKE!!" At the
sound of his name, a large brown wolfhound bounded into veiw. She
reached down to pet him. "There's my Two Rivers, that's my boy!" Her
smile turned into a grin when she saw Harry's gape-jawed expression.
She giggled. "Harry, this is my dog, Tekaionhake. He's a wolfhound."
She picked up her bags and walked off toward the train, Tekaionhake
trailing behind. She was on the train by the time Harry caught up to
them. "Finally got your jaw off the floor?" Harry blushed, but tactfully
changed the subject. "Why'd you call him Two Rivers?" He asked,
pointing to the dog. Andy smiled. "Two Rivers is the English translation of
his name in Mohawk, I think." Seeing Harry's confused expression, she
elaborated. "The Mohawks are a Native American nation. I've been
taught by so many Indian nations all their languages blend together."
Harry looked impressed. They found a compartment and trooped inside,
closing the door behind them. Andy put her trunk down and started a
series of complicated wand movements. Once she'd stopped, she turned
to Harry. "Those were wards, just to let you know. I'm kinda paranoid."
Harry shrugged. "Fair enough. What's your wand?" Andy handed it over
to him as she explained it's properties. "Maple wood, core of cornsilk
dipped in bear's blood." Harry's eyes widened. "Bear's blood?!" "Yup.
It's an old Native American thing. Cores that have animal blood are more
responsive to a human. The stronger the animal, the stronger the wand."
the door slid open and a bushy haired girl followed by a red haired boy
entered. "Oh, Harry, we thought you were in trouble." Harry smiled
fondly at the girl. "I'm fine, Hermione. I was just talking to a new
friend." The girl, Hermione, she supposed, peered around Harry to look at
her. "Oh! I'm sorry. I'm Hermione Granger. Who are you?" Andy
smiled. "Andrea Connover, Muggleborn witch, New York, New York. And
you?" "Ron Weasley." Ron reached out with a hand the Andy gladly
shook. Hermione smiled and got a glint in her eye that Andy knew would
mean lots of questions. "So you're an American? What's it like over
there? I've heard it's...." The chattering ceased when someone new
opened the door. He had blond hair and gray eyes, and an air of
arrogance Andy disliked. He was flanked by two all-brawn-and-no-brains
type of boys. "Hello, Potter." He said contemptuously. "Malfoy." Harry
ground out. Andy frowned. This did not look good at all. "Weasel.
Mudblood." Andy's eyes widened. He didn't. He did not just call
Hermione that. "Aw HELL naw." Was out of her mouth before she
knew it. Malfoy turned to her with an I'm-above-you-all look. The look
changed into a "suave" look as soon as he laid eyes on her. "Well, hello.
I'm Draco Malfoy. You must be new here, as you're hanging out with this
bunch of mudbloods and blood traitors." Andy's hackles rose.
Tekaionhake began to growl furiously, the beasts within Andy echoing
him. All of the people exept Andy turned to stare in shock at the
wolfhound. "You shut up." Draco turned back to stare at Andy in open-
mouthed shock. "Stop talking right there. I will not take that s**t
against my friends, or such a derogetory term used in my presence. Back
down. Now." At this, Tekaionhake charged, snarling furiously, only
to be kicked back by one of Malfoy's lackeys. Andy's eyes widened, her
control snapped. She walked forward, her eyes cold, and slapped him
hard enough for him to get whiplash. Her hand snaked to his throat and
shoved him against the wall, tightening as his lackeys got closer. Malfoy
managed to get enough air to tell them to stay where they were. "Good
boy." Everyone was watching the two of them intently. Andy's voice
hardened and grew more and more feral. "Now listen. If you ever
hurt my friends, or if I get wind you overstepped your boundaries, I will <********. You. Up." Each word was complimented by minor tightening on his
throat. She released his throat as though she'd been burned, and gave
them access to the door. "Now get the hell out of here." All three boys
broke for the door. As the door slammed, Andy slipped over to
Tekaionhake. "Are you well?" "I will be fine. Ronaterihonte
would be proud of your control." Andy sighed and stood to face three
confused and shocked people. "Andy, are you okay?" Harry asked
worriedly. Andy sighed and swallowed the lump in her throat. "I've
fought dark wizards before, and brought down more rogue wizards than I
can count. I just saw the makings of one in that kid. If I can't save him
from that path, I'm going to have to kill him." Harry reached out and
patted her shoulder. "Andy?" She turned to Hermione. "What happened
to your voice?" She asked timidly. Andy looked at all three of them in
turn. "Can I trust you?" All three of them nodded. "I have the ability to
talk to and become any animal of my choosing, I have Native American
magic, I can summon things through smoke, and have alliances with
every breed of "dark creature" in the States. Silence reigned. "Well,"
Harry said, breaking the tension. "Your in good company. Ron's a
Quidditch expert, Hermione knows everything from every book in the
library, and I killed voldemort." Andy's eye widened to a comical
state. "So you whacked ol' Voldie!" The three Brits looked at each
other amusedly. "Voldie?" Andy shrugged. "Sure. It circumvents taboo,
and it makes him sound like an idiot." Harry sniggered, and soon enough,
everyone was rolling on the floor laughing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 11:13 am
"Well I'll be damned." Andy whispered reverently as Hogwarts castle
came into her and the first years view. After they'd docked, the giant
dude, Hagrid, she thought, led them up and deposited them with this stern,
uptight looking Scottish woman. "Ther all yers, Proffeser." Hagrid said as
Andy and the first years trooped into the front hall, staring in open-
mouthed shock and awe. "Thank you Hagrid." The stiff professor said.
She then turned hereyes on the students. "The Opening Feast has begun,
and in a few minutes you will be sorted into one of the four houses of
Hogwarts. Gryffindor, home of the corageous, Hufflepuff, home of the
kind, Ravenclaw, home of the wise, and Slytherin, home of the cunning.
Each house is honorable and a good choice. I will return momentarily to
take you into the Great Hall." With her speech done, the proffesor turned
and walked through the double doors behind her, shutting them as she
passed. Nervous chatter broke out between the first years, but was cut
off by a clear, sharp whistle. Andy took her fingers out of her grinning
mouth as Tekaionhake bounded over to stand beside his mistress,
proudly at attention. "Oh, look!" The student's attention turned to four
ghosts coming towards them. "New students!" The fat monk gushed. "I
hope you get into Hufflepuff!" Andy saw a few students roll their eyes and
gag. Andy growled. "Hey you little snots, show some respect." One of
them smirked. "Why?" he asked snobbishly. "The Huffinduffs are
pathetic, who would want to be in their house." The fat jolly monk seemed
to deflate at that comment. Andy walked over and pulled the kid off his
feet by his collar, ignoring the shocked gasps and stares she was
getting. "Now listen you little brat, that ghost was giving his honest,
hopeful opinion, and you had to go and insult him! Learn some manners,
and don't disrepect the dead!" She roughly dropped him on his feet and
walked over to the ghost. "I'm sorry about what he said," she
began. "He was outta line. Who're you, for my benefit?" The monk gave
her a watery smile. "I'm called the Fat Friar." Andy smiled, and took his
ghostly hand in her own and shook it, much to everyone's surprise. "Well,
Mr. Friar, it was lovely to make your aquaintance, and I hope to see you
soon." At this point, the Scottish proffesor came back and sheparded
them inside. Andy quickly took stock of her surrounding, and only paid
vague attention to the singing hat, as she was preoccupied with staring at
the absolutely glorious ceiling. She was brought back to Earth when
Dumbles began speaking. "Due to special circumstances, we will be
admitting Miss Andrea Connover into the fifth year class, and she will be
sorted first." Andy walked up to the stool with the hat, and sat down,
letting the hat fall over her eyes. Interesting. Very interesting. A
child with your gifts, and your qualities, walking these halls? As a
student? You could be teaching for goodness sake! "That's not
important, just sort me!" Hmmmm. I see bravery, much
bravery. You are unafraid of battle, and even if you are, you journey
forth anyway. Unfortuneately, you are also no stanger to death, and it
has hardened you heart. You are loyal to a fault, sacrificing everything
you have for the people you love. You are wise, always learning and
teaching and seeking more of such wisdom. You are cunning, always
turning the tides of arguements and fights to your advantage with obscure
tricks and traps. And all of these in equal parts?! It's like Arthur all over
again! Why, why, why! I hate the tough ones. Um.........DAMNIT!!!!
CONFERENCE! Everyone looked shocked as the teachers
crowded around. "What's the meaning of this!" a toad-like, pink woman
squawked. "Just sort the girl and be done with it!" I can't!
the hat nearly screamed She should be in all four houses,
not just one! "What do you suggest?" Dumbles asked. The hat
looked down at Andy. What do you want? Andy
thought, and looked past the teachers to see hopeful green eyes looking
back at her. Harry's eyes. She looked up and saw the Gryfinndor banner
hanging over his table. "Gryfinndor." She said simply. All the teachers
nodded and moved back as the hat announced her choice. Everyone
began to clap, Harry the loudest, as Andy slid off the stool. I hope
I can speak with you again, Katsitsaionneh. Andy turned back
to grin at the hat, and back in everyone's shock. "Sure Gawain,
anytime." She sat next to Harry and Ron. "What.....How?" They both
began to stutter, while Hermione just stared. Andy laughed. "It has a
mind right?" All three nodded. "Well if it can probe mine, I can probe
it's." And she spoke no more of it, no matter how much they pestered her.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 11:17 am
*Sigh*... Read the review at your own risk. Your character is a Mary Sue, and a slightly obnoxious one at that. Dogs aren't allowed at Hogwarts, and therefore hers wouldn't even be allowed on the train. If this is their fifth year, Harry wouldn't have killed Voldemort. He'd be upset that he failed to do so because Cedric just died. The Sorting Hat would never say damnit.  and does she look something like that?
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