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Darkover Magic by K A Woods

Format: Novella
Chapters: 14
Word Count: 40,108
Status: WIP

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

Genres: Romance, Action, Humor, General, Angst, Mystery, Drama
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Harry, Dumbledore, Hermione, James, Lily, Neville, Ron, Snape, Voldemort, Luna, Lucius, Seamus, Pansy

First Published: 02/14/2005
Last Chapter: 06/28/2005
Last Updated: 06/28/2005

A prosaic story of the Final Year for Harry Potter and his friends- interlaced with romance, and the thin line that is drawn between good and evil that is crossed in order to win the ultimate battle. A good read for the reader who is enthralled with Harry Potter and the relationships, some unlikelier then others, that bond the characters together.

Chapter 4: HOME AGAIN


The sun had set and the moon was shining like a beacon of light amongst the ebony of the starry night sky when the Hogwarts Express came to a stop at Hogsmeade Station. The jolt of the brakes had awoken the entire cabin where it seemed Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Harry had all fallen asleep. A little groggy and disoriented the group began to collect their things and depart from the Hogwarts Express. After a few minutes Hermione had gotten her bearings straight and grabbed Ron by the robes to direct him towards the carriages waiting by the station to take the students to Hogwarts.

“SECOND YEARS AND UP THIS WAY PLEASE!” Hermione shouted over the noise of the hustle and bustle of the returning students.

One by one the students clamored into the carriages talking excitedly. Harry seemed to be one of the only ones not to be excited to board the carriage seeing as how he was one of the unlucky select few students who could see the hideous beasts that pulled the carriages. The Thestrals as they were called could only be seen by those who could see death, making Harry feel quite uneasy.

“Have a good summer Harry?” an airy voice asked as Harry turned to see the ever eccentric form of Luna Lovegood standing in front of him.

“Yes, pretty good.” Harry replied shortly with a small unconvincing smile.

“Well if you ever need anything I know of a good Ancient Norse amulet that Daddy says will cure all of your ill-faded questions.” Luna said with her eyes widening as big as saucers as she pulled out the latest edition of the Quibbler, which bore an old medallion on the cover and hopped into the nearest carriage.

Harry simply rolled his eyes, as he looked at the magazine cover, which he assumed to be the amulet in question, the chances of him wearing that ridiculous thing around where less then that of him keeping a blast-ended skrewt as a pet.

“OVER HERE HARRY!” Harry heard someone bellow from the carriage right behind the one Luna had gotten into, saving him from having to ride with her. Harry walked up to the carriage to find Neville, Dean and Seamus all sitting in the carriage with smug looks on their faces.

‘Ribbit’ came the small noise from Neville’s shoulder that caused Harry to whip around quickly as soon as he had set down in the carriage.

“Well I see you found Trevor.” Harry remarked with a smile as he looked at Neville’s toad resting obediently on his shoulder.

“And I see you found Looney-Lovegood” Seamus remarked with a smug grin as Dean sniggered at his side. Harry tried to keep a straight face for a moment before all four of them broke out into a fit of laughter on there way up to Hogwarts.

*** I may be ripped and torn but before you snicker and scorn,
I can guarantee that there has never been a smarter hat then me to be worn

More than a thousand years ago, I was stitched with precision and grace,
To help the four founding wizards choose and still save face

The choices to be made were tough and very hard to define,
The houses themselves were each so divine.

The Hufflepuffs chose those who were kind and fair,
While Ravenclaw took those of intelligence and savoir-faire.

The selective Slytherins took those of cunning and ambition,
While to Gryffindor went those who were brave without submission.

Though the houses varied in students, they admitted,
The plan was the same and never was acquitted.

To teach the young sorcerers was why Hogwarts was founded,
The hopes and dreams of the students never to be grounded.

All those who enter Hogwarts want to fly above the rest,
But all must first be put to a little test.

So put me on and give me a try,
For first, you must be sorted before you can begin to fly.

The loyal, the intelligent, the ambitious, and the true,
All started the same way, as I will with you.

What are you waiting for? We haven’t got all night,
But don’t be scared I promise not to bite. ***

The Great Hall erupted into applause as the sorting hat finished it’s song and the first years lined up behind the rickety old stool the sorting hat was sitting on looking as though they were about to faint from fright.

“Carino, William” Professor McGonagall shouted as a boy with chestnut hair raced up to the stool, nearly knocking it over.
“RAVENCLAW!” The hat shouted after some deliberation.

“Chandara, Alexis” Professor McGonagall shouted as a rather thin first year with stick straight black hair winced at the mention of her name before she walked confidently up to the stool.
“RAVENCLAW!” The hat shouted after only barely touching her head.

“Goodnight, Alexander” Professor McGonagall beckoned as a boy with light brown hair walked casually up to the stool.
“HUFFLEPUFF!” The hat shouted before the hat had even touched his head.

“Kent, Orion” Professor McGonagall said a little bit quieter. A boy with pale skin and ebony black hair strutted up to the stool and Professor McGonagall didn’t even pick the hat up before it screamed “SLYTHERIN!” loudly.

“WHEN THE BLOODY HELL ARE WE GOING TO EAT!” Ron bellowed as his stomach let out a huge growl.

“Oh Ron hush, everyone waited through your sorting ceremony I think your stomach can wait just a little bit longer.” Hermione snapped as the sorting ceremony finished with Mia Thompson being sorted into Ravenclaw.

The stool was taken away; the hat was put in storage until next year’s sorting and with a few words of wisdom and a clap of Dumbledore’s hands, the Welcoming Feast began.

“Took em’ right long enough, every year that bloody sorting ceremony seems to get longer.” Ron remarked as he tore into a chicken wing dangling from his hand in front of him.

“Well Ron that is because every year your patience seems to diminish at an astonishingly rapid rate.” Hermione stated scornfully as she watched Ron stuff a whole roll into his mouth at once. “Is that really necessary, Ronald?” Hermione scoffed with complete disgust.

“Hermione can’t I ever, just once, eat in peace.” Ron replied, food spewing from his mouth.

“Not till you come to realize that your table manners are comparable to that of a troll!” Hermione spat as she sliced and curtly buttered her roll.

“ ‘Ow ‘bout I eat mysh foosh and yew eet yurrsh!” Ron combated with an entire pumpkin pasty occupying his mouth.

“Well Ron I would agree to that except it’s a little hard for me to eat my food while I am being sprayed by yours.” Hermione retorted as she brushed a piece of pumpkin pasty off from under her eye.

Harry and Ginny let our little sniggers as the Great Hall began to empty, that was all except the scared looking first years sitting at the end of the table helpless.

“Why the bloody hell, are they just sitting there like scared little field mice?” Ron queried aloud as he looked at the first years as though they were nothing more then helpless little babies.

“Oh Ron must you be so inconsiderate, they don’t know where to go, they have never been to Hogwarts!” Hermione countered fiercely as she walked down to the group of first
Years Gryffindors fidgeting uncomfortably at the end of the table.

“First year Gryffindors follow me.” Hermione stated firmly, yet empathetically as she gave a little girl with blonde hair a little smile.

“And what about the rest of us?” A slytherin first year boy snapped as he sat sullenly at the end of the table amongst the rest of the first years.

“Well that is for your Prefects to determine, I may be Head Girl but I am not inclined to take you to the Slytherin dormitories.” Hermione snapped at the insolent brat, putting special emphasis on Head Girl.

“No but I am.” Draco’s cool voice spoke suddenly from beside Hermione. Hermione whipped around to look bracingly at Draco.

“Well then Malfoy they are all yours.” Hermione spat indignantly as she turned back to her own house and ushered them out of the Great Hall towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

Upon entrance into the Gryffindor Dormitories, the first years ooh and awed at the extravagant Common Room.

“Girls your Dormitory is up the stairs and to the right, Boys the same for you on your left.” Hermione said matter-of-factly as she directed the first years toward the dormitory.

“And what took you so bloody long? You do remember that we have a Prefects’ meeting right?” Ron snapped at Hermione when she walked in.

“Yes Ron I DO remember the Prefects’ meeting, but YOU the other hand DID NOT remember to help me direct the first years!” Hermione lashed back at Ron as she planked down on a plush chair in exasperation.

“Well we can’t all be perfect like you Hermione.” Ron mumbled under his breath as his cheeks flushed a little with embarrassment.

“I am not perfect Ron.” Hermione sputtered quietly as she closed her eyes and rested her head back on the chair. Her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

{ *** denotes the start of my first (and rather pathetic attempt) at a Sorting Hat song. I hope eveyone is enjoying the story so far and i can guaratee more angst, action, drama and a little more humor as the plot thickens.... please read and review it would mean a lot....thanks!}