Harry Potter - Fanfiction

Year 2 - Start-of-Term Feast

The 1st of September has come at last again. And we once again make our way to the King's Cross Station to catch the Hogwarts Express that takes us to school for the new year.

Once seated and comfortable, the train already speeding passed all the Muggle towns, Hermione comes sitting back down in our cabin.

"I don't know where those two are! They nowhere on the train," she breathes out in frustration.

I shrug, "don't worry too much about them. You forget that you are friends with the famous Harry Potter that can get himself out of any situation."

My sister huffs again as Fred chimes in, "yeah, if they did manage to be late for the train, I can't wait to see their ingenious plan." He nudges George. "For once we won't be the one's in trouble!"

We all start laughing, except Hermione, who watches on with fuming eyes.

    

After the train stops, we all clamber out and onto carriages that are led by Thestral's which take us to the entrance of the castle. From there we make our way through to the Great Hall for the sorting of the first years and our start-of-term feast.

The ceiling of the Great Hall once again set with an innumerable amount of candles which are hovering in mid-air over the four long tables, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle. Overhead the bewitched ceiling mirroring the sky outside with sparkling stars.

Tracey and I find our seats at the Slytherin table and settle in.

"Did you hear Gilderoy Lockhart is teaching here this year?" she asks giddily.

"Not you too?" I sigh, rolling my eyes.

Draco sidles up next to me asking Pansy to move over to the other side, enabling him to sit down next to me. That sets Pansy in a rage as she unwillingly moves.

"Hello Granger, Davis." Crabbe and Goyle sit down next to Malfoy.

"Malfoy," Tracey and I speak in unison.

Draco leans over and whispers into my ear, "think you can meet me at the Quidditch field this Saturday?"

"What makes you think, after your performance at Flourish and Blott's, that I will want to speak to you?" I question.

"That's why I'm asking you to meet me there."

"Fine, but I give you five minutes then," I groan. I take out a roll of parchment handing it to Draco. "I drew you this. It doesn't mean I forgive you before you've even apologized. It's just a simple thank you for the necklace."

Beaming, Draco unrolls the parchment to reveal the moving sketch I was drawing over the holidays; Of the Thestral and the two figures watching on. Pansy nosily trying to peer over to see what it is.

As he looks up at me, I avert my gaze, smiling sheepishly. "I told you that you are a good artist," he says while rolling up the parchment again and sticking it in his robes pocket.

The Great Hall doors open, and Professor McGonagall comes marching through with the new first years following. To which she once again places a four-legged stool in front of them with a frayed and patched hat.

This year the song that he sings is different and rather shorter than the last. And before long Professor McGonagall starts calling out the names of the first years so that the Sorting Hat can sort the new students into the four Hogwarts houses.

Exactly one year ago we all had to go through the same thing, I was rather nervous and quite glad that I was sorted into my House. They always say that the hat knows best.

I look over to the staff table to see all the teachers seated there. Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, sitting in the middle with his long silver beard and half-moon spectacles which are shining brightly in the candlelight.

Amongst all the usual teachers such as Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Hagrid, Professor Cuthbert Binns, is Gilderoy Lockhart dressed in robes of aquamarine. Almost every girl in the hall already fawning over him. Although amid all the teachers, I notice Professor Snape isn't there.

After the feast we all return to our dormitories to get ready for the next day. Tracey and I settle down into one of the tables in the far corner of the common room.

"Did you hear the rumor going around while we were coming back from the Great Hall?" asks Tracey.

I shake my head, settling in with one of the books I bought from Flourish and Blott's.

"People are saying that Harry and Ron flew here with a car!" Tracey exclaims.

I look up from the sentence I am on. "Tracey, since when do you concern yourself with Gryffindor business?"

She averts her gaze from mine. "Well actually, you caught me. I was trying to get on the topic of the twins."

I look at her skeptically. "And how did you plan on getting to them from that?"

"Oh, I don't know." She grabs my wrist with the friendship bracelet on that I had made for the twins and myself. "You seem to be very close to them." She then taps a finger on the charm. "Especially George?"

I pull back my arm as I question her, "what has gotten into you?"

"What? The time I spend with you while you are with them, it's so fun. And you have to admit, a lot of the other girls from the other Houses are jealous that you got the two cutie bad boys hooked on you."

I yelp out a little too loud for my liking, "Hooked!"

I scan over the room to see if anyone heard me. I then look back to Tracey, my mouth wide open.

"Where did that come from?" I ask astounded.

She leans in closer to me as she whispers, "Nyx, stop playing it off like that! Those twins can't get enough of you!"

"That's because we're best friends!"

"I'll bet on Merlin's saggy wand that at least one of the twins really like you. You'll see by next year or the following year, they will approach you." She sits back as a playful grin forms on her face. "My bets on George, a few of the other girls too."

"The other girls? Is there a bet going on?" I ask astounded. 

"You can ask around in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, just not Gryffindor because of the feud you know. You'll find out how many girls are jealous because you are so close with them, especially cause you're only a second-year student AND a Slytherin. We can't help it when they so good looking."

I shake my head in disbelief, trying to make sense of what has happened to Tracey since the last time I saw her. It's like her hormones shot up double the amount in just a matter of a few months! 

     

Year 2 - Start-of-Term Feast ~ End