Title: Harry Potter and the Girl Who Lived
By: S'Eleene Paris <torres_01@yahoo.com>
Disclaimer: see chapter one.
Author's notes: I appreciate all the reviews I've been getting and I'd like to take this particular moment this is the long awaited chapter of When the Chicago Institute meets Hogwarts.
God Bless,
S'Eleene Paris
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Chapter Five
Hogwarts and Chicago
"A five, six, seven, eight." for what seemed like the thousandth time, Heather marked time for the Sifto-Salt dance team. She just taught them the new routine and now she was smoothing out the rough spots, but that was over an hour and a half ago. Usually, the team picked up on the routine quicker than this and it was frustrating Heather to no end. She decided to do a simple routine this early in the year, since the first Quodpot match was in a few days and she only had a few hours to prepare a routine for them. She grabbed her bottle of water and sipped on it, until she noticed a mistake. She waved them off. "Take Five." she sighed and rubbed her temples in fatigue. She looked at her watch and realized if she did not get a move on, she'd be late for work. She grabbed her things and waved to her assistant Captain, Rachel Wido, over to ask her to take over practice. "Rachel, take over please. I need to get to work."
"That is fine, have fun. I'll see you when you get back." Rachel waved her off and Heather raced for her car. A few hours later, while Heather Potter refolded some shirts on a display table, a couple of official looking business professionals walked in the glass doors that led out to the hallway of the mall. Immediately, she stopped what she was doing and headed toward them. Unfortunately her boss, Jessica Branam, met them before she could.
"Can, I help you two?"" Jessica asked them as Heather quietly shifted toward them.
The newcomers consisted of a team of a man and a woman. They were uniformed down to the matching black traveling cloaks. The woman had her long blonde hair up in a tight braided bun and the man kept his dark brown, almost jet black, hair shortly cropped. The two of them looked at each other and then the woman spoke. "This is Agent Red Handle and I am Agent Roxanna Head. We're agents with the FBI and we were wondering if a Miss Heather Potter worked here." She quickly showed the manager their badges and Identification.
"Why do you need to see her for? She hasn't done anything wrong, has she? If so I can witness to her character. She's a real heart and his hard working."
"No, she's not convicted of anything. She witnessed an incident a while ago and we need to take her in for questioning." Agent Handle mentioned and Jessica looked behind her to find Heather.
"Well, she is standing right there." Miss Branam gestured toward Heather. "Is this going to take very long? She's on the clock."
"It may take several hours, actually."
"Alright." Jessica turned to Heather. "Clock out and I'll see you when you get back."
"Alright." Heather took off her nametag from around her neck and clocked out at the time clock. She put on her coat and walked out with the two agents. Once they had walked down the corridor of the indoor mall a little ways, Agent Head stopped her. "Heather, we really are not members of the FBI. We had to tell the muggle something in order to secure you."
"Secure me? Who are you?"
"We're members of the Department of Magic. The Chicago Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry was attacked earlier today. It bares the dark mark of the-one-who-must-not-be-named."
"Which campus did he attack? There are three after all."
"All three campuses were destroyed completely. The survivors are being taken to a secure location. We are to take you there immediately."
Heather stood in shock and in horror as images of her friends ran through her head. "Did anyone die? Are Hector Grey and Rachel Wido okay? Where is this secure location?"
"The school is not releasing names of the dead at the moment. They are still counting and identifying the bodies. As to your other question, the secure location is in Scotland. It's at a school perhaps your familiar with. It's called Hogwarts."
"Wasn't that were the founders went to school at?" Heather seemed confused at the location they chose. "Why Hogwarts?"
"Yes, the American schools have locked down as it is standard procedure when this sort of thing occurs. That is why Hogwarts was chosen. Besides, Hogwarts is one of the safest places there is in the Wizarding World, besides Gringott's." Agent Handle confessed.
"Your parents have been notified about your traveling. We are going to fly to London, catch the Hogwarts express at Platform 9 3/4 at Kings Cross to Hogsmeade. Someone from Hogwarts will meet you there."
*****
In the boy's dormitories, in the Gryffindor tower, it was still with the silence as the boys slept in a dream filled sleep. This silence did not; however, carry over to the Head Boy's room to where Harry Potter slept not so peacefully. His dreams lately were of two girls. One of which he knew was Hermione, but the other he did not know, but in his dreams he always did. She always wore the same white dress Hermione usually wore in his dreams. It suited the unknown girl well with her almost jet-black hair (just like his), deep brown eyes, and beige skin.
Voldermort, the dark lord, tied both the girl he did not recognize and Hermione over a pit of boiling hot lava. Harry always had to decide whom he was going to save. "Your lover or your sister." Voldermort teased. "Chose wisely."
A blood-curdling scream woke Harry from his nightmare. He jumped up out of his covers and raced to Hermione's room to see if she was all right, with his wand at hand and his glasses lopsided on his face. He barged into the room, and once he saw Hermione kicking and screaming in her sleep, he put his wand away and went over to wake her. "Hermione, wake up!"
Harry battled Hermione's arms as he shook her. When she woke from her nightmare, she gasped for air and she began to cry. Harry collected her into his arms as she let out her emotions. "It's okay, 'mione." he said as she collapsed in his arms. As she bawled, Harry tried to comfort her by rocking back and forth and gently caressed the air upon her head. "Shh.It's going to be alright."
A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall burst into the room with the head master Professor Dumbledore. It looked as if he had tripped the spell for alerting Professors when the member of the opposite sex was in the Head Girl's room. It looked as if they raced from their beds because they were still in their pajamas. Once they noticed what Harry was doing in Hermione's room this late at night, they calmed down. "What happened?" Professor McGonagall asked him as they noticed Hermione crying.
"Another nightmare." Harry sighed out loud. This had happened every night for the past week.
"Have your dreams subsided any?" Professor Dumbledore asked him.
"No."
Before he could continue, a phoenix type of bird flew into the window. He flew over to Professor Dumbledore and handed him a message. He read the message and sighed. He gave it to Professor McGonagall and she gasped in horror. Hermione's tears subsided and she looked up from Harry's arms. "What's wrong?" she asked, seeing Professor McGonagall had grown very pale. Hermione was in her business mode, once again, and Harry took this as a sign that she was going to be all right.
"One of our sister schools in America has been attacked by he-who-must-not-be-named. Assemble your house and the others and we will wait for the other school to assemble or send word of their students."
With the nightmares put aside, Harry and Hermione raced to the different house dormitories to wake the prefects to wake their students and gathered in the Great Hall. When the whole school gathered in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall silenced the students in the room as they sat at their house tables. "You're attention please." she called over the students muttering among themselves. They quickly grew silent as their headmaster stood up in front of them from his chair. The Head boy, Head Girl, and the prefects took attendance of all their houses. "I have to be honest with all of you. One of our sister schools in America was attacked and now bears the dark mark. They are coming here to regroup and probably attend classes for the rest of the year. They have had a large shock as it is, so please make them feel at home."
A door opened slightly and a short, heavyset wizard walked in followed by a rather large group of students. "Greetings, Professor Dumbledore."
"Greetings, Professor Gaddis." he gestured toward the chairs along the walls and in the front and along the walkways between the house tables. "We placed some chairs out for you, your staff, and students. They must be exhausted."
"They are." he turned to his students and gestured for them to sit down. Professor Gaddis then noticed the entire school of Hogwarts was awake and assembled. "Albus, you did not have to wake the whole school for us."
"That is standard procedure, as you know."
"Yes it is." Professor Gaddis looked at his students. Once over 1,600 students studied at three different schools. Now a meager 800 from all the schools sat themselves either in the chairs, in the Hospital wing, at St. Mungo's or still in America, allowing their wounds to heal before heading to another one of the schools. He smiled at the 400 students who looked around the room at the moment. "Would you like to take roll of my students? I need to see who is here."
"I'd be honored." Professor Gaddis handed him three rather long scrolls of parchment. "Each school has a roll. As you know the Chicago Institute is made up of three schools: the Cottage Grove campus, the Diversetech Campus, and the Shapiro Campus. All the students total of 1,600 students."
"Yes." Dumbledore took the lists and began with the oldest students. "From the Shapiro campus: Alexandra, Celeste."
"I'm here." the voice floated from a blonde haired, blue-eyed fourth year.
"Ambrose, Andrew."
"Here."
"Ari, Alice." As Dumbledore continued to read the names off the list, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley rejoined their house at their house table. Harry smiled at Hermione and grabbed her hand. "Are you okay?" he asked when they sat down.
"I'm fine."
"Want to talk about your nightmare? It might help." Harry asked his green eyes looked at her sympathetically through his glasses.
"Don't tell me your still having those dreams." Ron interrupted before Hermione could say another word. Hermione gave Ron a glare that if looks would kill he would have been dead.
"You have been having this dream more than once? Hermione, it is an omen!" Harry did not believe everything Professor Trelawney preached in her divination classes, but he had learned through experience if you had dreams over and over again, the person having them needed to pay attention to what was being said.
"I dreamed me and another girl were tied to up by Voldermort," Ron shuddered as she said his name, "and you Harry have to decide between me or her."
"You or my sister. I know. I've been having the same dream." Harry sighed. "But there is nothing to worry about. After all, I don't have any siblings, remember so I don't think we have anything to worry about..."
Harry was interrupted by Dumbledore's voice. He looked up as his last name was being called. "Potter," there was a pause. "Heather."
Everyone from Hogwarts simultaneously looked over at the boy-who-lived. Professor Dumbledore called the name once more. "Heather Potter."
That was when Professor Gaddis leaned over and whispered into his ear, but it was loud enough so everyone could hear. "She's one we are still waiting on."
But before Professor Dumbledore could read another name, a voice came from the doorway. "I'm right here professor." Everyone simultaneously turned toward the direction in which the voice came. They found a dark haired, dark eyed, and beige skinned girl who stood about five foot three inches. Her hair was cropped short to her jawbone with no bangs and the ends of her hair curled under, framing her friendly looking face. She wore a bright smile upon her lips. Professor Gaddis smiled at her safe arrival. "You can't keep me away long enough if you tried."
"Late as usual, Miss Potter."
"Actually, I was helping Madame` Pomfrey in the hospital wing since I took first aid and my mom is a medi-witch. Besides, Professor, you know how much I love to make an entrance." Heather shyly leaned her head over on to one shoulder. With one hand, she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, revealing her lightning bolt-shaped scar. She tilted her head back up and noticed all of the Hogwarts students were staring at her. One of the students, a boy with raven black hair, green eyes, and round-rimmed glasses caught her gaze. What drew her attention to him was the scar upon his forehead; it matched hers exactly. She rubbed a finger over it and her attention was brought back to where she was by her headmaster's voice.
"Please take a seat with your house, Heather. Rest for a moment, but I will be needing you to help me show the headmaster something in a moment." Professor Gaddis offered Heather a seat in the front row and Heather took it.
Harry's eyes followed the girl and his eyes were wide in disbelief. He thought he was the only one person with that particular scar. The same scar in which he received the night of his parents murder matched hers identically. She could have not received it recently, for it would be fresh with blood. No, hers seemed to have aged almost as much as his did. To Harry, the matter seemed too coincidental.
After all the names were called, Professor Gaddis thanked Professor Dumbledore for the use of his school. "Professor, as you and your staff may know, our school's focus is on the relations between Muggles and Magic folk because where we are from, the two intermingle more often than what it does here, but as of lately our school's curriculum has been challenged quite often."
"Oh, and why is that, Professor?" Dumbledore inquired, now interred along with everyone else in the room.
"Heather, come up here." Professor Gaddis motioned toward the girl to come back up to stand in front of them once more. Then Daniel Gaddis' face and voice turned toward the headmaster of Hogwarts. "Pick anyone of your strongest students and Heather will challenge them to a
Wizard's Duel."
"According to your roll sheet, she is only a fifth year. I don't think she could take on a seventh year." Professor McGonagall mentioned as she took the scroll in hand and pointed her finger at the evidence.
"Trust me, Minerva. She can handle it." Gaddis smiled as he clapped Heather on the back.
"Alright," Albus Dumbledore scanned the crowd and realized all of his students in some form or another were silently signaling him to bring Harry Potter forward. "Mr. Potter, would you mind to come forward to battle Ms. Potter."
"Yes, Sir." Harry reluctantly stood up and came to the three of them. Harry then noticed Mr. Ollivander standing off to the side.
"When did you arrive, Mr. Ollivander? I did not realize you were here."
"I arrived on the Hogwarts express with some of the Chicago students. I'm mainly here for wand servicing, but since you two are going to duel, allow me to look over your wands before you do."
Harry pulled his wand out from his holster on his belt and handed it to the elderly man. "Ah, yes. Phoenix feather and Holly eleven inches. Very good." Ollivander handed Harry his wand back and looked at Heather.
Heather pulled out her wand from the case she had carried in with her. It looked like a rather long piccolo case or a rather short flute case. Inside lay what appeared to be a yellow glass rose, but when she handed it to Mr. Ollivander Harry guessed it to be her wand. Harry had never seen a wand like hers before, and not too many others in the room had either, because they seemed to begin to mutter among themselves when she opened the case. Harry looked at it with care and noticed that it had not been used very much. This confused Harry more because how on earth was a fifth year, whose wand did not seemed to be used very much, suppose to be able to beat him. Mr. Ollivander seemed to look at the wand very carefully as if to see if he was really seeing what he was looking at. "Ah, yes, this is definitely one of Madame' Dawson's creations. She always had an interesting taste in wands. The Diamond and Phoenix feather, twelve inches it's a very rare and powerful wand indeed, but probably not as powerful as its owner, right?" Heather blushed at his comment. He handed her wand back and smiled. "Very well care for, I might add."
Harry and Heather went to the center of the staged area. They saluted each other, but Heather handed Harry her wand. "I won't be needing this." The room began to fill with whispers as the two of them began their duel. Heather held her hands apart at her waist as if she were holding a ball of air. Harry, very confused now by her actions, looked around the room for any assistance at all for this strange positioning. The only help he received was from Professor Snape who just grinned from ear to ear. "Just go with it." he lipped to Harry.
Harry let out a breath, one he did not know he was holding and waited for her to strike. When it never came, he took the offensive. "Rictusempra!" Harry watched as his spell came closer and closer to her. When it was two feet in front of her, it stopped as if some force was holding it away from her. The spell hung in front of her, as a ball of light, until she decided to do something about it. Once she decided to stop picking at her rather short, for a witch anyway, nails she took it into her hands and crushed the "ball" and threw it into the air.
Fireworks and doves flew out of what once was Harry's curse. "Accio my and Harry's wands!" She held out her hand and before Harry could tighten his grip on his wand, Heather's spell ripped both wands out of his hands and away from him. She held both wands as if she were about to strike and Harry held up his hands to show her his defeat. She walked over, once everyone started to applaud, and gave Harry his wand back. She offered her hand to him out of good humor. "Good duel, Harry."
"Yes." he shook her hand and she smiled at him.
"You took a little more doing than most of the people I'm use to dueling. I appreciated you making me think."
"No problem. Glad to be at your service." Harry smiled at her and he went back to sit back down in between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, both of which still were in shock over what they had just seen.
Professor McGonagall quietly walked over to Professors Dumbledore and Gaddis. "I think we'd better get the Chicago students sorted. Shall I run to your office and retrieve the sorting hat?"
"That won't be necessary, Minerva. You see, the Chicago Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry's founders went to school with me, here at Hogwarts. Their school is based upon this one, so all we have to do is pair up the houses." Professor Dumbledore told her, and smiled as an involuntary sigh of relief came from the entire audience in the room. It seemed as if it were too late in the evening to be sorting another school population into another. Dumbledore turned to Gaddis and mentioned to him, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I will need to see your prefects, so I can tell them which house their house will be joining. They will announce them to the school and meet our school prefects."
"Sounds good." Professor Daniel Gaddis then announced to the school their intentions and both schools prefects came forward. That was when he noticed there was no male representative from Sifto-Salt. When the whispers began to die down once more, Professor Gaddis appointed his new prefect. Once the new prefect, a Robert Andrew Smart, stood next to Heather Potter, Professor Dumbledore handed each one of the Chicago student prefect groups a card, which held the name of the house of which theirs would merge with. The Hogwarts prefects, Ron Weasley among them, stood off to one side, as they would greet each former prefect into their house as prefects of the new larger house. Professor Gaddis gave the group the instructions. Each of the prefects looked at the house names and seemed satisfied with what they saw.
"I want each of you to communicate some how, by magic, which house you will join. Then you along with the other prefects will lead your house back to the dormitories. You all must wait until all the houses have spoken in order to leave this room. We will dismiss you by house according to alphabetical order." Professor Gaddis turned toward the prefects. "Now, let's see. Sifto-Salt...what way will you be using?"
"Take a wild guess." Heather rolled her eyes and Professor Gaddis gave her a warning shot not to be defiant toward him in front of Professor Dumbledore.
"No doubt Transfiguration. So, Sifto-Salt, What house will you be joining?"
Heather looked out to her fellow students. "Sifto-Salt, I want to say that your house colors will no longer be red and white: red for our courage and white for the purity of our hearts. No longer will the phoenix be our loyal house mascot." Heather paused to feed the silence. She took a more personal tone, but seemed to laugh. "You know how I always say I look really good in green? Then again, blue is a nice color on me, too, but Sifto-Salt, do not worry one of your colors will stay the same. Like I said, our colors will no longer be red and white, but Red and gold will be the colors we wear." Heather turned around to no longer face them. She snapped her fingers and the Gryffindor house robes were the ones she wore when she came back around. "Gryffindor will be our new home!"
*****
End Chapter Five...
well...what do we have here...another James Potter perhaps????
maybe...you will have to wait and see!
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