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Earth Shaker by InsaneLeprechaun

Format: Short story
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 7,630
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Romance, Action, General, Drama
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Harry, Cho, Dumbledore, Hermione, Neville, OC, Ron, Voldemort, Seamus, Peter Pettigrew, M. McGonagall
Pairings: Others

First Published: 05/02/2005
Last Chapter: 06/11/2005
Last Updated: 07/24/2005

*PRE HALF BLOOD PRINCE* Miranda Connelinne, not the most pretty girl ever, has just been transferred to Hogwarts from the Salem Witches Institute in the US. She meets Harry and the rest of "the gang", and is instanty befriended by them. But what they don't know, is that Miranda has a secret that could save them all. Now, if only she could use it without destroying herself.

Chapter 1: The Meeting of the Destined

Far off in the mystic Appalachian mountains, a child was born to forest princess Myradell and her consort, a wizard named Samuel. On the eve of the child’s birth, a woman named Sibyll Trelawney awoke with a start. Seconds later, her voice became dark and raspy “Tonight the night of the harvest, a child is born. A child like no other, of the mists and of the Earth, only she, along with the Boy Who Lived have the power to vanquish the Dark Lord. As she fights, she will weaken. If she shall perish is known not by me nor any other. The child is born as the night fades.” The woman fainted and fell on to the bed. Hours later the child, was born. The poor princess was still young, so she delivered the child into the arms of her father, and made it so all he would remember would be that the child was his. And so the journey began.

“Why do these things always have to happen to me?” thought a depressed Miranda Connelynne, sitting in the small Hogwarts Express compartment. “I mean, isn’t it bad enough I was ‘blessed’ with these disturbing ‘abilities’, and the most awkward body in creation, so I’m gonna die alone, an old dried-up spinster that has never been kissed, alone in my dark corner of doom and darkness, with eight thousand cats and believing in strange leprechauns that invade my dreams and mind? But no, I get to be yanked a jillion miles away from my home, to go to this stupid boarding school, where I don’t know anybody, and to top it off, I’m in the same school as all the stuck-up British wizards. Great. Just lovely.”
Miranda was fourteen, almost fifteen. She had long hair the color of dark chocolate, golden brown eyes, and pale skin. She was not really skinny, but wasn’t like two hundred pounds or anything. Miranda also had a secret. A deep, powerful, and disturbing secret. But we’ll get to that later. Anyway, as Miranda sat, thinking of what she would do to be thin and popular, she heard voices outside her compartment. “Don’t be a prat, Neville, of course you won’t fail all the N.E.W.Ts, I mean, you’re really good at Herbology, and.. …um…..well…, you’re …. Charmwork isn’t that bad. So don’t worry!” Said a girl’s voice. The voice that answered sounded unhappy and sluggish as it mumbled “Yeah, okay, Ginny……” Before she knew what was happening, the girl rolled open the door, and stepped inside. She looked about fifteen, and the boy next to her looked about the same. “Excuse me,” she said “do you mind if we sit here? There’s nowhere else left.”
Miranda shook her head, and the girl and boy walked in. The girl was short, with red hair and kind brown eyes, and the boy had brown hair and a round face. “Hi” said the girl, introducing herself, “I’m Ginny, Ginny Weasley, and this is my friend Neville Longbottom.” Neville looked down at the floor. Miranda could relate; meeting new people always made her awkward and quiet. “Miranda Connelinne” she said quietly. “Sorry for invading, did we interrupt something?” asked Ginny cheerfully “My stupid brother won’t let me in his compartment, but then again, he never includes me in anything, even though I’m only one year younger. Anyway, Miranda, what house are you in?” continued Ginny briskly. Miranda flushed. “I dunno….” she mumbled Ginny lookd confused at this “But…. You’re not a first year are you? You look about fourteen, same as me!” Ginny exclaimed “Unless you’re a transfer student…. Are you?” Miranda flashed a small smile “I am fourteen. I just moved from the US, and I’m starting fifth year, so I don’t know what house I’m in” “Oh!” exclaimed Ginny “well in that case, you’re in my year, so…okay, cool!” smiled Ginny “I hope you get in Gryffindor, it’s really cool and we have the best Quidditch team.”
And so they talked for the rest of the train ride, with Miranda opening up to Ginny more and more. Ginny found out that Miranda, or Randy, as Ginny called her, had lived just outside of Asheville, North Carolina in America, and that she had attended the Salem Witches Institute (“Girls only, which totally sucks!”) in Massachusetts. She lived with her dad and her three cats, Milky, Luna, and Tom. Her friends and she kind of “fell between the cliques”, but she loved doing magic, especially Charms, and playing Quidditch (she had a Comet Two Sixty). She also had a talent for Wicca and Irish dancing, and she was a wiccan. Ginny also found that behind Miranda’s shy and quiet exterior, she was really talkative, witty, and fun to be around.
It seemed as though they had only been talking for a few minutes, when suddenly the Hogwarts Express’s wheels were screeching to a slow stop. Miranda jumped, and flew down to the train’s bathroom to change into her robes and uniform. Though she didn’t think so, at times, Miranda could be very pretty, and so she was now in her flowing black robes. As she raced back to the compartment, she realized Ginny had already left, but she had left a note telling her where she was. Miranda flew down the platform, lugging her trunk, and as she put it on to the magic cart to be delivered to her room, she discovered that the last carriage was leaving, and quickly climbed into it, to the annoyance of some disgruntled looking seventh years. On the way, she sang the lyrics for “American Idiot” and “First Date” in her head. Then she thought about Colin. She had loved him since she was nine years old, but they had never really gone out. As she thought about his untidy dirty blonde hair and his easy grin, she was gripped with a strong sadness that made her catch her breath. Just before she left for Hogwarts, Colin had gotten a girlfriend, her friend, Diana. “She was my friend, that stupid, lying, bitchy skank! How could she do that to me?! Darn, I shoulda gotten her back….. Maybe next time I see her, I’ll get my revenge… Gum in the hair…? Exposing her secret nose job? Could change that to a boob job and a nose job…. Oh, that’s good…..”
Miranda was stirred from her murderous thoughts by the stopping carriage. She ambled inside the castle, and got, embarrassed, into the line of tiny First Years, who stared wide eyed at her, like she was some sort of gargantuan beast of doom. A stern looking lady in a green cloak and a black, cone hat thingy started calling out names, and the kids sat on a stool as she placed a ….. talking hat (?!) on their heads, which shouted out a house name
“Aberforley, Sean” “…….RAVENCLAW!”
“An, Ling” “SLYTHERIN!”
“Brusakeis, Anna” “GRYFINDOR!”
“Coneely, Siobhan” …..HUFFLEPUFF!”
“Connelinne, Miranda”
A startled and nervous Miranda trudged up to the stool, aware of the titters of the older students. “This sucks! WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THIS IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FRIGGIN” SCHOOL!????” thought Miranda desperately. She sat nervously, and practically cried out when suddenly, the hat spoke in a small voice in her ear. “Now, now, dear, no need to be nervous. Let’s see… very intelligent, I see, very bright and resourceful…. Oh my… you do have some extraordinary gifts, don’t you?” murmured the hat. Miranda shut her eyes, she didn’t want to think about that just then, it was bad enough having them in the first place. “Let’s see……very, very courageous and brave, strong since of wrong or right….. In that case, I think you belong in………GRYFFINDOR!”
The Gryffindor table erupted into applause, as a relieved Miranda shuffled over to sit by Ginny. The Sorting went on, and when it was over, Proffessor Dumbledore rose and raised his hand for silence. According to Ginny, he gave his usual star-of-term speech, consisting of telling kids not to go into the Forbidden Forest, blah blah blah….. At the end of the speech, he said something different. “In closing, I would like to welcome Ms. Miranda Connelinne to our school. She has just transferred schools from the Salem Witches Institute in the United States, and will begin Fifth year in Gryffindor. I know each and every one of you shall be very cordial, and help her get to know and love Hogwarts. So now, without any further ado… Let the Feast begin.” Every student had been staring at Miranda, and she found it quite irritating. With the beginning of the Feast, they’d turned around and started chatting with their friends.
“Well, know you don’t have to explain yourself to everyone!” said Ginny brightly to a blushing red Miranda. “Hey, there’re some people I want you to meet, come on” she dragged her up the aisle and to a row of laughing teenagers. One had bushy brown hair and brown eyes, one had red hair and freckles (obviously Ginny’s brother, Ron), and one had striking green eyes and untidy black hair. “Guys, this is Miranda. She and I shared a compartment on the train, and she’s really nice and fun.” introduced Ginny. “ ‘Randa, this is Hermione Granger,” she said indicating the bushy girl, “Ron, my idiotic brother,”
she said, pointing to Ron, who swatted at her playfully, “and Harry Potter” finished Ginny, tapping the black haired boy. “Hi, how’re you?” said Hermione kindly, sitting Ginny and Miranda down beside her. Miranda smiled, grateful for her kindness. “To tell the truth, I’m relieved” replied Miranda “I didn’t think anyone would like me, I once met some British wizards, and they were kinda snooty.” “Well,” said Ron “They must’ve been arse-holes, probably Slytherins” said Ron, stuffing his mouth with a piece of chicken. “Ron,” said Hermione reprovingly, “Just because someone was in Slytherin, it does not mean they are a bad person.” Ron snorted disbelievingly, and muttered “Yup, sure….”
When Mirada got up to use the toilet, Ginny started talking to everyone. “Well, do you like her?” she asked eagerly “She’s really nice, Ginny, and she seems fun. I like her!” replied Hermione. Ginny beamed, and then rounded on Harry and Ron “Well, how about you two?” Ron cleared his throat and replied “She seems nice enough, but she’s kinda quiet, dontcha think?” “I dunno,” interjected Harry “she didn’t seem that quiet, just not like a loud mouth. She does see nice Ginny, and I like her too.” Ginny squealed, and ran off with a confused Miranda to their dormitory. As Hermione and Ron conversed happily, Harry thought about the new girl, Miranda. She wasn’t as pretty as Cho Chang or Parvati Patil, but she wasn’t that bad. He had found himself blushing a little when they talked, and he loved her, funny, sweet personality.. “Whatever, I just don’t want to think about girls right now.” He muttered to himself, remembering the “Cho Experience”. The first thing he had noticed about Miranda was her eyes, which were brown, but still had a feeling of darkness to them, of secrecy , as though she was hiding something. He didn’t know it, but she most certainly was.
Later that night, as Miranda drifted off into sleep, she thought about the day. She was very glad she was in Gryffindor, and had a good friend like Ginny. Hermione seemed really nice, as did Ron. But there was something about Harry…. Something attractive. She personally thought it was the messy, skater boy type hair and the startling green eyes that did it for her, but there was something else.. she couldn’t decide on what it was. Anyway, she was glad she’d made friends. “But how long can I keep my secret from them?” she whispered into the darkness. Her only answer as the haunting hoot of an owl.

Please read and review, this story took me a while to think up and no one has told me whether they like it or not.