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If we were anywhere els in the world. by Ginger

Format: Novel
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 3,712
Status: WIP

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

Genres: Drama, Mystery, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Snape, Bellatrix, OC
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Other Pairing

First Published: 03/25/2009
Last Chapter: 12/20/2010
Last Updated: 12/20/2010

One night Dumbledore is seen ushering a cloaked figure into the school and no one can figure out who it is.
Their questions are answered when a new girl get's added to the Gryffindor table.
She has no past, no family and looks a little bit too much like Hogwarts most hated teacher.
Is it possible that Snape has a daughter, or is her strange resemblance a mere coincidence?
The students are more than eager to find out the truth when her story begins to unravel.

Chapter 1: Dumbledore's Guest.
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“Draco! It’s cold, can we please go back?” Crabbe whined for the hundredth time that night.

It was well past midnight and bitterly cold. They had been crouching behind a large bush for going on two hours. Draco had heard Harry talking to Ron about sneaking out to see Hagrid after hours and knew that he’d be out here but even Draco was starting to get a chill. They were all still wearing their school robes and didn’t think to layer their clothing. The night turned out to be colder than they had expected.

“I’m telling you! Potter’s out here. He’s up to something. And I’m going to catch him!” Draco shot back.
“We’ve been here for HOOURS” Goyle moaned, “He’s never going to show up!”
“SHH!” Draco silenced them both. “Someone’s coming!”
The three boys huddled closer to the edge of the bush to get a better look. A tall figure was emerging from the forbidden forest and approaching the school. As it got closer they realized that it was Professor Dumbledore; their headmaster. Draco slumped back, clearly disappointed.

“Who’s that?” Crabbe asked trying to get a better look.
“It’s Dumbledore, you idiot.” Draco snapped.
“No. Who’s that with him?”
Draco leaned closer and peered through the branches. Sure enough, there was a small, waif-like figure walking with Dumbledore. The two were in complete silence. When they were clear of the forest Dumbledore stopped, surveyed the premises and whispered something in his companions ear. It was too dark to see the other person’s face and before they could get any closer Dumbledore through a cloak around his guest and immediately pulled up the hood.

Dumbledore took another quick look around, his gaze briefly settling on the bushes where Draco and his cronies hid, and then he quickly ushered the stranger one of the school doors.

He knocked an intricate pattern onto the wood and Professor Minerva McGonagall emerged from the door. She nodded to Dumbledore, looked the new arrival up and down and ushered them quickly inside the door. Dumbledore then handed her a roll of parchment, a bag and a small cage that contained a cat. He whispered something in her ear and she nodded. After waiting outside for several more minutes and watching their surroundings she nodded once more to Professor Dumbledore and followed suite.

Dumbledore, however, turned on his heels and headed back into the forbidden forest.
Draco sat there for another moment, contemplating what he had just seen.

“Let’s go.” He ordered to Crabbe and Goyle and got up from his hiding spot. It felt good to stretch his legs. He started to walk back towards the castle just in time to see Harry, Ron and Hermione slipping inside through a back exit.
“Turns out they were out here.” Crabbe scratched his head absent minded.
“Yes, I suppose they were.” Draco answered but his mind was replaying the event that he had just seen. Who was this strange visitor? Why did they arrive at night? And why was Dumbledore keeping them so secret?

Chapter 2: A New Students
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"Well obviously something is up!” Ron Weasley complained at the breakfast table two days later. “Me and Seamus have narrowed it down. Haven’t we Seamus?”
Ron looked over at the eyebrow-less boy sitting next to him. His eyebrows had been lost in their last Herbology class involving a squid.
“Be Shmr ‘Ave” Seamus answered, his mouth full of eggs.

The dark haired boy sitting on Ron’s left cleaned off his glasses.

“What ‘s the explanation, then?” Harry laughed.
Ron smiled impishly.

“Option number 1! Dumbledore has a daughter. A SECRET daughter.” He looked over at Seamus who nodded vigorously. “And no one can know about her. Because she’s DANGEROUS! So he can only see her once every full moon.”

A bushy haired girl sitting across the table from them looked over her book and gave him a disgusted look.

“What?” Ron complained.
“It wasn’t a full moon that night.” She said matter of factly.
“Okayyy then, he can only see her once every half moon.” He countered.
“And don’t you think if such a notable wizard had had a child that it would have been documented somewhere? There are thousands of books about Dumbledore that don’t once mention him having a love affair.....much less a baby.” Hermione continued.
Ron looked glumly down at his bacon.

“There are other options,” He finally volunteered.
Hermione groaned as Ron turn back to a laughing Harry and continued his theories.

After their breakfast, Harry, Ron and Hermione continued on to their class. All anyone could talk about was the event that Draco Malfoy had witnessed several nights before. His story became darker and more frightening each time he told it and Hogwarts was alive with theories and explanations ranging from Dragons and Unicorns to Wand Makers and Owl Emporiums.

It wasn’t much of a surprise that by diner Harry had completely lost interest in the subject.

The meal went on as usual until Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement.

“In an act of international wizarding diplomacy, Hogwarts will now be hosting a foreign exchange student. Time is short and of the essence, hence, I would like you to give a warm welcome to our newest student. Carrie Sutherland” He said in a booming voice.
A short girl with brown hair walked across the stage as the crowd clapped and curious whispers filled the room. She took her place on a stool in front of everyone and sat awaiting the sorting hat. Everyone looked on curiously as the hat began to sing.

“I may look old and rickety,
But I know many tricks you see,
I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
None can compete with that,
Some like their hats knitted,
But me, I like mine witted,
I’ll take a look inside your head,
And place you in the perfect bed,
There’s nothing you can hide from me,
There’s nothing I can’t see,
So do not be afraid of me,
I’ll find out where you ought to be,
You could end up in Gryffindor,
But you must be brave and true,
Those hearty lions deserve no less,
Than the best from you,
Or perhaps you’ll be in Slytherin,
You’ll never come out last,
Those, Slytherin’s they never loose,
Using tactics from the Past.

You might be sent to Ravenclaw,
Where your wits will take the prize,
No fact will go unnoticed,
With their cunning eye’s.
Or you might end up in Hufflepuff,
You’ll make your real friends,
Those kindly souls will keep you safe,
and go to any ends.
So hurry up, put me on,
And let me send you home,
For now you are at Hogwarts
And when you are in Rome....”
The Hat fell silent and Hall erupted into applause. Dumbledore gently placed the Hat on top of the girls head. After a few short seconds it yelled “GRYFFINDOR!”
Harry and his friends clapped as the girl made her way to their table. She sat only a few seats away from them but nobody spoke to her. There was only one subject they wanted to ask her about but all were too shy to voice it.

Harry felt bad starring at her. He remembered his first day and knew how she would feel with so many eyes upon her. He quickly turned his head and stopped short. There was another girl moving quietly towards the Ravenclaw table. She had redish-brown hair and glasses and moved gracefully. Harry Watched as she gently took a seat, unnoticed by those around her. Harry had never seen her before and surely she was too old to be a first year. He stared at her a few more moments then returned to his meal. However, he couldn’t help but steal glances at her every few minutes. He was curious as to who she was and why she had not been introduced. Even when she caught his gaze, he could not look away.

Chapter 3: Questionable motives.
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A few more days had passed and the stories about Carrie Sutherland had died down. The students curiosity had gotten the best of them and she had been asked many questions about her arrival. She explained that her father was a very important magical embassador and he had decided that she should travel in the most unexpected route as a safety mesure. Her story didn't involve dragons or any mysteries at all and everyone lost interest.

Harry interest,however, had only grown. He hardly ever saw the strange Ravenclaw  student anymore and he couldn't help but look for her anytime he passed anoher group of students. He couldn't get the red haired girl our of his mind. Who was she and why was she not introduced?

"Mister Potter!" A greasy voice hissed from across the classroom.

Harry snaped out of his own thoughts to realize that Snape was standing right in front of him.

"Yes proffessor?" He asked.
"Do you know the answer?" Snape asked sneering.
"I- erm.... I didn't hear the question, sir." Harry answered.
"Hmm. Apparently popularity isn't quite as usefull as we thought. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor. Pay attention next time."

The other Gryffindor students glared at him but his mind was already wandering. After what seemed like an eternity they were dismissed and Harry huried into the hallway. This was usually the only time he saw the mysterious girl. He looked up and down the hallway and sure enough he saw her. She was just stepping out  of her classroom and putting her parchment into her bag. She looked up and caught Harry starring and froze.

This was his moment. He decided that he would finally approach her. He took a dep breath and took a few steps forward until he was stopped.

"HARRY!!!" A musical voice called.
"Oh! Carrie....Hi." Harry answered.

Carrie was standing in front of him smiling. When did she get there? She wasn't in his potions class and didn't have any classes in the dungeons this semester. He tried looking around her but she moved stragecially to keep his eye's on her.

"How was your class?" She asked.
"What did you guys learn about?"
"Erm...I'm not really....sure.." He kept trying to look around her but the girl had disappeared. He sighed.

Carrie frowned.

"Is something wrong Harry?" She asked.
"No...I was just looking for someone." He took one final glance to make sure that the girl was gone and couldn't find her. "What brings you down here anyway?"

Carrie froze as if she had been caught off guard.

"I- I was looking...for YOU!" She stated.
"Yes. I was thinking maybe we could hang out sometime?"

It was Harry's turn to freeze. He had hardly spoken to Carrie since she arrived and she had plenty of admirers to choose from. Her flirty personality and cute feaures kept boys crawling in drones. He had never shown an interest in her and she had never shown any in him. He must have been thinking for a while because Carrie was starting to look uncomfortable and her eye's were searching his face.

"I'm sorry." Harry said, he didn't really know what to say but didn't want to hurt her feelings. "I'd like that."

She smiled her charming white smile that so many boys tried to glimpse.

"Great! There's a trip to Hogsmead next semester....maybe we could go together?"
"Sure." Harry agreed.

They said their goodbyes and Carrie left. Harry decided to go to the common room to get some homework done. Why did Carrie have to show up now? He vowed that next week he would talk to the girl. No distractions.

Chapter 4: Hogsmeade
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The days leading up to Harry’s date with Carrie flew by and he hadn’t glimpsed the mystery girl since. He was beginning to think that maybe he had imagined her and he started to think about her less and less. Harry rolled over in bed and opened his eyes.


“Today’s the day, huh?” he heard his best friend ask from the bed across from his.
“What day?” He tried to feign ignorance but knew what was coming.
“Your date with Carrie, it’s today isn’t it?”

If Harry had known it would be such a problem he would have told her he couldn’t go. But now it was too late. Harry had come back to the common room to find Ron going over some Quidditch scores from the night before. When Harry told him about Carrie asking him to Hogsmeade it wasn’t a pretty sight. Ron had jumped up and started rambling about how much he liked her and how every guy in Gryffindor wanted a date with her. He hadn’t stopped talking about it ever since.


“Yeah...I guess it is.” Harry answered while putting his glasses on and slowly sitting up in his bed.
“Hmmph,” was all Ron could muster as a response.
“Listen Ron, I can tell her I can’t go. That we have to study or something. I don’t even want to go, I only said yes because I didn’t know what else to say. You know I’m rubbish when it comes to girls.”


Ron sat up as well and dangled his feet over the side of his bed, hesitating before letting his feet meet the cold tile beneath. He sighed.

“No. She has all the same classes as us...she knows we have nothing to study for. She’ll know something is up,” he stretched and stood up. “But thanks.” He smiled slightly.


Harry got out of bed as well and the two started getting ready to go down for breakfast. Ron pulled a shirt over his head and started again.



“I mean ...I never actually said anything. I just figured it was common knowledge because every guy wants to be with her. I’m not even kidding either. I heard Seamus telling Lee about his plan to make the ceiling in the great hall rain flowers so he could ask her out. I hear even Draco is interested!” Ron explained.


Harry had already heard all of this so he just nodded and continued getting dressed. He pulled a sock onto his foot and his toe poked out of a hole. He needed to get new clothes.


“And she just walked right up to you,” Ron continued. “She purposely went out of her way to find you. And then she asked you to go to Hogsmeade with her. You’re lucky you know. Do you think maybe she’s a gold digger?”


Harry looked up at Ron exasperated.


“I don’t think so but if she is it doesn’t really matter. This is the first and last time we go on a date together,” Harry explained.


When Ron had finally gotten dressed they headed down to breakfast. Harry piled some eggs on to his plate but had no intention of eating them. He was afraid to ask Ron what his plans for the day case he went on another spiel about Carrie. He was spared the conversation by Hermione’s arrival. She busied Ron with naggings about their latest projects and readings that he hadn’t done.




After they had finished breakfast they sat and talked and read the weekend edition of the Daily Prophet. Sooner than he would have liked Carrie entered the dining hall. Harry had never noticed how many eyes followed her when she walked passed. How many gawking glares she got from boys and how many hateful stares she got from the girls. He then noticed the hateful stare he was getting from Ron.

“Hey guys.” Carrie said sitting down next to Harry. “Hi Ron.”
Ron smiled. “Hi.”


The table got awkwardly quiet until Carrie suggested that her and Harry get going. They said their goodbyes and left. Harry felt uncomfortable walking with her. He didn’t know what to say, they weren’t really friends and had never really spoken before. They exited the castle and headed towards the village.


“So you and Ron are close are you?” Carrie asked.
“Yeah. He’s my best friend.” Harry answered.
“He seems nice.”
“He is.”


There was another awkward silence.


“I don’t want to be rude,” Harry started. “But why did you ask me to come with you?”


“I....I’ve just been curious about you. That’s all. We have all the same classes and I felt like we might get on.” She answered.


“Oh. Fair enough.”


They walked in silence until they arrived at their destination and entered the three broomsticks. They ordered their butter beers and got a seat. They sat next to each other, looking out towards the rest of the crowd. They started chatting lightly again, making up stories for the couples and imaging the conversations happening at other tables.


“Those two over there!” Carrie pointed out two young first years sitting uncomfortably together. “What’s their story.”



Harry thought for a moment.

“It’s their first date. It’s not going very well. He probably spilled his butterbeer on her.” He answered.
“He probably isn’t funny either,” Carrie added. “A right bore he is!”


Harry laughed. He was starting to have fun but he still felt guilty about Ron and still wasn’t very interested in Carrie. He looked at her closely. She looked familiar. There was something in her face that reminded him of someone he knew but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.


 He looked around the room trying to spot another table to analyze when he saw a red haired girl with glasses reading alone at her table. Surely it couldn’t be. Could it be the mysterious Ravenclaw girl? It was hard to tell because he couldn’t see her face.


“Oh no.” Carrie groaned.
“Sorry what?” Harry asked snapping out of his daze.
“Malfoy is here.”


Harry’s eyes darted towards the door just in time to see the last of Draco’s cronies file in behind him. All the tables were packed and there was no room for him. Draco looked around and noticed the girl reading he approached her table.

“What do you think he’s going to do?” Harry asked Carrie. “Carrie?”


He looked at the seat next to him to see that she was up and walking towards Malfoy. Harry followed her.

“Who ARE you? I said I want this table and I want it now.!” Malfoy was threatening the girl.


When Harry got closer he saw that it was the girl. This was finally his chance.

“DRACO!!” Carried threw her arms around Malfoy’s neck and Harry stopped in his tracks.


Was she not just complaining about Malfoy’s presence? And was this how she acted on dates? He wasn’t very interested in the date but it was still rude to flirt with somebody else!


“Carrie. I didn’t realize you were here. Come to find me have you?” Draco sneered.
“Actually she’s here with me.” Harry answered for her.

Malfoy’s eyebrows rose.

“On a date with Potter? I thought you would have better taste.” Draco spat.


Carrie looked anxiously around the room.


“I can guarantee she does if she chose not come with you.” Harry threw back.


“Would you like to take this somewhere more private, Potter?” Draco started reaching for his wand.

Carrie grabbed Harry by the arm and started pulling him towards the door.

“Actually, we’re meeting friends. We have to go. Bye!” Carrie said in a hurried voice while trying to usher Harry to the door.


Harry looked back and saw that the Ravenclaw girl had gone. He didn’t even notice that she had gotten up.


He stepped out into the fresh air with Carrie. The sun was starting to set as they began their walk back to the castle.

“What was all that about?” Harry asked.
“What was what?”


“You seemed annoyed that Malfoy showed up and then you went and hugged him.”
“I...I just....”She stammered, looking for an answer.
“I mean. YOU are the one who asked me to come. “
“I know. I know. It was inappropriate. I’m sorry. I’m not really sure what came over me.”




Harry was quiet for a minute. He was upset. This wasn't how you were supposed to treat someone that YOU had asked out on a date and this is the second time that Carrie ruins his chances of talking to that girl. He was starting to see a pattern.


“Do you know the girl he was talking to?” He asked.

Carrie was silent for a moment.

“The girl at the table?” She asked. “Nope. I’ve never seen her before in my life.”


Harry wasn’t convinced but left the conversation at that. At least Ron would be pleased that the date had not gone well and that he wouldn't be accepting any more invitations from her anytime soon.

"Listen, Harry. I'm sorry," Carrie started. "I've made a huge mess of this. This whole afternoon has been awkward as arse and I've been the worst date."

Harry didn't say anything. It's not like he could dsagree with her. Carrie continued talking as they walked.

"I guess I'm just nervous. I wanted so badly to impress you and I've done the complete opposite. I'm don't deal well with nerves."

Harry still said nothing. He wanted to keep thinking that this horrible time was cause by her natural self but she made it hard to be mad. Something about the way she talked made her sound so sincere and Harry's grumpiness seemed to disappear.

"I completely understand if you don't want to but I would do anything if you would give me another chance." She looked up at him expectantly.

It was hard to stay mad even though she had nearly gotten him in a fight.


"Don't make me use my womanly charms on you Harry!" She threatened jokingly.


Harry thought about Ron. It wouldn't be fair to take her up on her offer. Ron would kill him. He had to tell her no.

"Sure. Okay." He said.

Carrie smiled.



They had reached the castle and Carrie waved while hurrying inside. Harry stood still. Why did he say yes? He had decided on no. Stupid brain. Stupid mouth. Stupid Carrie. He took a deep breath and started on his way to the common room to tell Ron the news.