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Gabrielle Potter and the Magic Year by altogirl943

Format: Novel
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 1,846
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: General, Humor
Characters: Harry, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sirius, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 05/28/2007
Last Chapter: 06/05/2007
Last Updated: 06/05/2007

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasely's daughter, Gabrielle, has high hopes for her first year at Hogwarts, but as it turns out, things don't always go as planned, even for witches and wizards. (wrote this one before i read deathly hallows. i would change Gabrielle's name and give her older sibs but u know how long it takes to validate and  i'm working on nough as it is!)

Chapter 1: On the Train
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It was the weekend of my eleventh birthday that I found out I was a witch. I had just came home from ballet and was getting a snack in the kitchen when my parents called me into the living room for a "little talk".

This doesn't sound good,
I thought as I sat down on the couch beside Mom and Dad sat in his armchair across from us. "Now, Gabrielle," Dad said, rubbing the scar on his forehead the way he always does when he's nervous. "What is it, Daddy?" I asked him. "Well then. I just wanted to tell you that,'re not going to middle school in the fall." I was a little confused. "Then...where am I going?" "You," Dad said, "Are going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," I thought he was joking. I looked at Mom, then Dad, but both their faces were serious. Too serious. I burst out laughing

But neither Mom nor Dad joined in. "Are you serious?" My dad nodded. "Both your mother and I attended the school," He said the words slowly, as if speaking to a five-year-old. "I know this is all very hard to believe," Mom said kindly. "We'll go shopping for supplies at Diagon Alley tomorrow. Then you'll believe us." Why couldn't we just go to Staples?
I lay in bed that night, tossing and turning. I wasn't sure I really wanted to go to this "Diagon Alley". On on e handed, I felt sure that Mom and Dad were kidding around. On the other hand, I really wanted to believe in wizards, witches, and magic. Really, I did. With all my thoughts battling each other, I was sure I'd never get to sleep. But I did.
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It was two weeks after my parents had taken me to Diagon Alley. We were at the London station, and Mom and Dad were telling me how to get to section 9¾. "So you just run straight through that brick wall," Mom was telling me. "Yeah, okay," I said, not telling Mom how crazy and dangerous that was, and picked up my kitten. Molly was a Turkish Van cat, and she was just six months old. Mom and Dad had gotten her for me at Diagon Alley, not to mention a cherrywood wand with a unicorn hair in the tip, a cauldron, robes, and a wide assotment of textbooks.

"Bye, Mom. Bye Dad," I said, hugging them both. "Bye, Gabby!" "Goodbye dear, and good luck!" And before I had time to worry about it, I grabbed hold of my luggage cart and ran straight towards the brick wall.

I braced myself for the agonizing bash on the head that was sure to come, but it never came. I opened my eyes and, right before me, stood an old-fashioned steam train. The Hogwarts Express. Wow. Mom and Dad were right! I climbed up the steps and searched for an empty compartment. Boy, this train was packed!

Finally I found an empty one. I gave my luggage to a passing bellboy and sat down. I've gotta admit, I had never been this excited - I was actually going to a school for witches and wizards! No more math, no more science. Just potions and spells. Wow!

"Hi, Gabrielle! Can I sit with you?" I looked up and saw Jackie Weasely, my best friend and cousin, standing in the doorway of the compartment. She had inherited her mother's bushy brown hair and her father's freckles, and also got her fear of spiders from her dad, and her smarts from her dad. "Sure, Jackie!" I said, and Jackie sat down in the seat across from me.

Just then, a lady came by with the snack cart. I bought some Pumpkin Pasties and some Chocolate Frogs. "Mmmm," I said, biting into a Pastie. "I could get used to this!"

Chapter 2: Sorted out, sorted apart
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Hogwarts was big. Way big. “I didn’t know it would be a castle!” I said to Jackie. “Well, what did you expect? A solar-powered treehouse?” “You’re funny,” Just then, the doors of the train opened, and all the students poured out. “FIR Hogwarts was big. Way big. “I didn’t know it would be a castle!” I said to Jackie. “Well, what did you expect? A solar-powered treehouse?” “You’re funny,” Just then, the doors of the train opened, and all the students poured out. “FIRST YEARS! THIS WAY, FIRST YEARS!” A huge man was shouting. He was at least 3 and a half heads taller than my dad, and he had a bushy beard and bright, smiling eyes. “Well, hello, Gabrielle Potter. A real pleasure! I’m Hagrid. And you must be a Weasely. I could tell by the freckles,” Jackie’s ears turned bright red, the way they always did when she was embarrassed. “Well, shake a leg, girls! Get into a boat! COME ON, KIDS, GET INTO A BOAT!” Hagrid started shouting at other kids, so Jackie and I got into a boat.

 We were in the boat with a blonde girl, whose hair fell over her eyes. She appeared to be shy. She looked familiar, but it took me awhile to remember where I had seen her. “Micayla Dursely!” I exclaimed, suddenly remembering. “Hi, Gabrielle!” she said, lifting her head up and smiling. “It’s been a long time,” “Yeah,” I said, “I haven’t seen you since last year’s family reunion!” “Hi, Jackie!” Micayla said. “Hi, Micayla. Hey, we’re here!” And here we were.

 We got out of the boat and went through the huge front doors into the front hall. A strict-looking teacher was in there, and once everyone was in Hogwarts and the doors had been shut, she spoke. “Hello, everyone, and welcome to Hogwarts. Former students, please enter the Great Hall now. First years, just stay put.” Once all the former students had went into the great hall, the teacher spoke again. “My name is Professor McGonagall. As you may know, when we go through those doors, we will go to the front of the room. Once there, I will call you up one by one. When I call you up, you come up and sit on the stool, and I will place the sorting hat on you. The sorting hat will tell you which house you will be in.

 “The house will be like your family. You will eat with them, sleep with them, and attend classes with students your age in your house. You will be sorted into Gryffindor house, Hufflepuff house, Ravenclaw house, or Slytherin house. Now, let’s go,”

 Professor McGonagall led us through the heavy oak doors and into the Great Hall. As we went to the front of the room, I noticed that everyone was staring at us. I’ve gotta admit, I’ve never liked people staring at me. When we got to the front of the room, we all stood in a great clump while Professor McGonagall read from a list of names. I was so nervous, I didn’t hear her say any names, until she said, “Potter, Gabrielle,” I walked to the front of the room on legs that felt like jelly. I sat down on the stool and Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on my head. “Hmm,” the hat said and, although I was pretty alarmed that a hat could talk, I wasn’t as weirded out as I would have been two weeks ago. After all, I did walk through a solid brick wall! “A smart head…always thinking logically…maybe Ravenclaw…no, I see a flicker of courage, a burning flame…GRYFFINDOR!” The kids at one of the tables cheered, and I figured this was Gryffindor house. I ran over to sit with them.

A little while later, I was happy when Micayla Dursely joined me. Then Jackie was called up. “Hmmm… very brave, very brave…no, has brains…RAVENCLAW!” My heart dropped to my feet. Sure, it’s nice to have your second cousin in your house, but what about your best friend?


Chapter 3: New Friends
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It was a week later, and I was just starting to get the hang of things. My first class was Transfiguration, which wasn't good since it was taught by McGonagall, and I was late. At first glance, she gives off the aura of someone who doesn't tolerate tardy students. I grabbed my wand, a binder of looseleaf paper, and my backpack, and ran downstairs.

When I got to McGonagall’s classroom, everyone was practicing the wingardium leviosa spell – the one that levitates things. I sat down beside a short girl with a white birch wand who seemed to be having more than a little trouble. “Hi,” I said, taking my cherrywood wand from my bag. “I’m Gabrielle,” “I’m Eva,” the girl said, then resumed her work. “Wingardium leviosa!” Eva said, frustrated. “Flippin’ wingardium leviosa!” “Here, let me help,” I said. “Wingardium leviosa!” The feather rose up, and I waved my wand to send it spinning in circles in the air. “Wow!” Eva said, grinning. “No problem,” I said, and set to making my own feather rise up.

After lunch that day, I went outside. It was getting really stuffy inside the castle, and no one wanted to stay inside for long. I was just about to sit down when I saw a figure riding gracefully through the sky. I figured she must have been at least a third year – I mean, this girl was amazing. “Hey!” I called up to her, and she gracefully landed and dismounted in front of me.

“Hi!” she said. “Mallory Skinner!” I said, finally realizing who she was. “The star Ravenclaw seeker! What year are you?” “Just first,” she said, shrugging. “I thought you were a third year!” Mallory laughed, shaking her head. Her shoulder-length brown curls flew back and forth. “Could you teach me to be that good?” I asked her. “Sure!” Mallory smiled. “But it takes practice. I wasn’t born good!”

I decided that I should go back in, so I said goodbye to Mallory and walked toward Hogwarts. I was looking up at the sky, marveling at how blue the sky was, when I ran smack into another Gryffindor. “Oooff!” She said, and we both fell to the ground. “Sorry,” I said to the girl, who had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She smiled. “No harm done. It was my fault, too. I’ve been so preoccupied, now that I’m the seeker…” “So you’re Alex Slobodian?” I asked. Alex nodded. “Yep. I better be going now – I’ve got to practice a little. But you’re in Gryffindor, right?” I nodded. “Then I’ll see you in class!” “Bye!” I walked through the door, satisfied.

The next class was History of Magic. I found a seat near the front of the room and began to take notes from my textbook while everyone filed in. About five minutes later, a Chinese girl sat down beside me. “Hello! I’m Tina!” she said. “Hi, I’m Gabrielle!” We couldn’t talk for long, though, since the teacher had just started the lesson. Tina was a great help to me though, later in the lesson, because she seemed to know all the answers.

That night, I lay in my four-poster bed, thinking happily through the day, and how I had made four new friends.