*ducks rotten fruit* Yes, yes. I'm not dead. I've just been suffering a very severe case of writer's block! I knew this next chapter was going to be from Andre's point of view, and he's difficult to write for me :( Anyway, be glad you have a chapter at all since you guys seem to love this story so much!
On that note, I want to thank everyone who reviewed (and those who read but didn't review...) for the amazing response only ONE chapter of this story has received! I really appreciate your input and praise, it's really all that keeps me going :) If you guys have any suggestions for the story, please feel free to include them in a review so that I can try to incorporate them into the fic. Pairings will arrive, and I have set ones in mind. If you feel like you can predict them then go ahead and do so, and if you really want one to happen you can petition of it now and I MIGHT consider dropping it in for a little while. But other than that my mind is pretty made up on those...
I'll let you read now.
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Chapter Two ~ André
When he awoke the next morning, André remembered that he was no longer in his bed at home but in the first year Gryffindor boys' dorms at Hogwarts. He sat up in his bed and grinned as he took in his surroundings. His roommates were still asleep, Ron Weasley snoring rather obnoxiously. André decided to get up then and prepare for his first day of class.
He noticed that his discarded robes from the previous night had been changed to match his new Gryffindor robes, and he chuckled to himself. Those house-elves were good. He pulled on a new set, and before gathering his books checked the timetables that were assigned to them yesterday evening once they had gotten to their belongings to turn in for the night. Transfiguration was the only one on the list that day, as it was a Thursday and no other classes showed up. Deciding to get an early start anyway, André proceeded down to the common room with his book bag.
He found Tori there with her friend Hermione, who had apparently woken her up in a fit of anxiety at the crack of dawn. André cracked a smile as the girl rambled on about her worries and woes for their first class, while Tori yawned.
"Shall we go down to breakfast then? None of my roommates are up yet" he said then, and the girls readily agreed.
As they made their way to the Great Hall, the smell of breakfast dishes mingled the hallways in the vicinity and André's stomach growled in anticipation. They sat down at the Gryffindor table, which was populated by other early risers and those few who had a first period class to get to (unlike the first years).
André began piling his plate with some of the delicious looking food, including bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast, and a few kippers. Hermione raised an eyebrow as she daintily took a sip of morning tea, and then her jaw dropped at seeing Tori eating an equal amount of food.
"So, how do you think this first class is going to be?" Tori asked in between bites of egg.
"Well, McGonagall is teaching it isn't she? It's bound to be tough" André replied. He glanced over at the teacher's table and shuddered as he caught sight of the severe woman.
"Of course it's going to be difficult. We'll be changing objects into something completely different" Hermione said primly.
"I hope I don't screw up too badly" Tori muttered, stabbing her bacon a bit roughly.
"Hey, Tori. Listen to me for a second" André said, turning to face her. "You can do anything you put your mind to, so don't give up on yourself just yet. Come on, you're in Gryffindor! You can't back down!"
The three friends turned to look over at Percy the Prefect, who had just made his way past them to reach for the bowl of kippers in order to take it back to where he was sitting. "That's the spirit. Keep up that type of talking and you'll become a prefect in no time."
As he bustled off, André chuckled. "If being a prefect means I've got to act like him, then no thanks."
Tori laughed and Hermione frowned, taking a bite of toast. Suddenly, their breakfast was interrupted by a small whimper to Tori's right. André leaned around her so he could see what had made the sound, but Tori looked just as puzzled as he did.
The little whine started again, and André got up and knelt down on the stone floor, lifting up the tablecloth. He let out a yelp and fell backwards.
"Cat!" Tori exclaimed, leaning down to help the girl up and out from under the table.
"Hi..." she whimpered again after saying this.
"What were you doing under the table? The Gryffindor table no less?" Tori asked, setting her tiny friend down on the bench next to her as André picked himself up off the floor.
"I was waiting for you to get here, and I got sad so I went under the table" Cat said, her lip trembling a bit. André had no idea how this all correlated, and he looked over at Hermione with a raised eyebrow.
"Why were you sad, Lil' Red... Wait a minute. What happened to your hair?" André asked. Cat's hair, in fact, was no longer the vibrant red color they had come to know her with, but a mousy brown color that drooped lifelessly and clashed horribly with her personality.
"What's wrong with it?" Cat asked with a note of worry in her voice.
"It's all... well, funky lookin'."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Cat shrieked, and Tori immediately began to calm her down and shush her.
"Oh my goodness! You're a Metamorphmagus, aren't you?" Hermione exclaimed, not helping the situation all that much. Cat simply continued to hyperventilate until Tori cut in again.
"Cat... this is about the Sorting isn't it?" she said, choosing her words carefully. Cat's hair became a darker brown at this, her expression saddening even more.
"Listen, Cat... I'm sure you'll still have classes with him. You'll get to see him loads of times. He's not going to stop being your best friend just because he's in a different house!" Tori said. André nodded, admiring his friend for calming down the emotional girl so well.
Cat gave her a hopeful look, her hair coloring a bit brighter and closer to it's original red. "You really think so?" she asked. All three Gryffindors nodded.
"Hey, Cat. I've been looking all over for you!" Cat turned to look over at Beck, who had just made his way over to their table.
"You were? Yay!" Cat said, her hair changing back to the vibrant red that suited her much better than any other color.
"Yeah, our first class starts in a few minutes. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs have got Defence against the Dark Arts first. You want to walk to class with me?" he asked.
"Kay kay! Bye everyone!" Cat said, hopping up and waving cheerily as she and Beck made their way to their first class.
André let out a sigh of relief. "Well now that that's settled..." he turned back to his breakfast and began to eat again.
"By the way... Nice job, Tori" he said, making a nod in her direction in reference to the pep talk he was giving her earlier. She beamed at him, and they finished their breakfast in content silence.
As they made their way to their first Transfiguration class, André realized that many of his classes would be split between the Slytherins. He was made aware of this by the number of green and silver ties he spotted already populating the classroom. He and Tori took a desk near a mean looking girl and a blonde boy who could only be related to Lucius Malfoy.
Hermione sat by Neville at the very front of the classroom, of course. She didn't seem to mind splitting up with them in favor of being top of the class. No surprises there...
The bell rang, and André anxiously went to take out his wand as he waited for McGonagall to arrive. He glanced over to her desk and only saw a tabby cat with spectacle markings around its eyes. Tori had taken her wand out as well and delicately set it on the desk. Everyone seemed to be wondering where the Professor was.
Suddenly, the doors burst open and two boys came barreling in, huffing and panting. André recognized them to be Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, two of his dorm mates.
"Thank goodness we made it" Harry murmured, setting his books down on a desk behind Hermione and Neville.
"Yeah, can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron echoed. Before either of them could sit down, however, the cat on the Professor's desk leapt off and changed into their teacher right before their eyes.
André's jaw dropped, and he hear Tori's surprised gasp as the whole class stared, impressed.
McGonagall proceeded to give the two boys a good scolding for being late, and then started the lesson. André found it a bit hard to follow, but got the gist of what he was being taught.
By the end of their lesson, the only student who had successfully managed to change a match into a needle was Hermione. Everyone groaned as she was given a box of matches to practice on, but André didn't complain as she was winning Gryffindor house points by doing so well.
When the bell rang, he and Tori got up to head off to lunch. They chatted about the lesson and how difficult the class was going to be on the way there, and by the time they sat down they realized how hungry they were and began to eat.
"When does the mail come?" Tori asked suddenly, to the table at large.
"Every Friday during breakfast" Percy the Prefect responded pompously.
Tori let out a small squeal and proceeded to dive into her schoolbag, pulling out a quill and parchment, upon which she started to write furiously.
"Uhh... Tori? What's the rush?" André asked.
"I've got to write a letter to my dad to tell him I got into Gryffindor!" she said, continuing her letter as she spoke. André nodded.
"Yeah, I'm glad I got into Gryffindor as well. Lee would have never let me live it down if I hadn't" he mumbled. His dreadlocked cousin seemed to appear out of nowhere, flanked by the Weasley twins.
"That's right, cuz! Especially if you'd have been in Hufflepuff!" he snickered, grabbing André in a headlock which he attempted to fight off.
"There is nothing wrong with Hufflepuff!" an indignant voice exclaimed from behind them suddenly, and the group of Gryffindors turned around to see Tori's older sister Trina storming out of the Great Hall.
"T...Trina! Wait!" Tori yelled, and jumped up to rush after her sister. André glared at his cousin as he and the Weasley twins sat down next to him.
"At least have the decency to look guilty!" André said, exasperated.
"But... but she's so annoying!" Lee shot back.
"Yeah, and not very good at magic" George Weasley tossed in.
"She blew Professor Flitwick's miniature singing toad collection up when she tried to beg him to let him into the choir early" Fred recalled, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.
André chuckled at that, but resumed glaring at them after a second. "You guys, Tori's really going to beat herself up about it though. She's already upset, look!" he said, shoving her unfinished letter in their faces. It read:
You'll never guess what happened! I got to Hogwarts yesterday, and it was as magical as I expected it to be. I made a few friends already. There's Hermione who I met at Flourish and Blotts, André who is funny and really good at keeping me in high spirits, Cat who is a Metamorphmagus and a bit ditzy, and Beck who is really smart and cool.
But the best news yet is that I got sorted yesterday, and I got into Gryffindor! I hope you and mom are proud of me, because I'm super excited. I feel like I might have upset Trina, though, since she's in Hufflepuff and I didn't get into the same house as her... And I know that everyone who ever comes to Hogwarts in our family always wonders if they'll be in Gryffindor...
It was there that the letter let off, and André gave a pointed look towards his cousin who rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"No harm done, I'm sure they can patch it up eh?" Lee tried, but André just huffed and set Tori's letter back in her place. He wouldn't admit it out loud of course, but he got a small feeling of pride at the fact that Tori considered him to be funny and able to keep her in good spirits.
The rest of their first week passed fairly well. André became good friends with his dorm mates Seamus, Dean, Ron, and Harry. Tori managed to get Trina to be tolerable (for now) and for the most part the sisters stayed out of each other's way. The classes were rather difficult, especially Potions. As it turned out, Professor Snape was even nastier than his cousin Lee had described him to be.
"I don't see how he can hate you so much. It's as if he just laid eyes on you and decided to loathe you" Tori said to Harry one day during dinner. Harry sighed and stabbed at his mashed potatoes.
"I just hope I don't fail his class. He'd probably flunk me just for the fun of it, despite what Hagrid says" he muttered, glancing over at the staff table at Snape.
"He didn't really like me either. I think it's because I tried to make the unicorn hair sparkle by fluttering it around in my hand" a cheery voice said from André's left.
"GAHH! Cat, what're you doing over here?"
"Eating dinner" she said simply, and placed a delicate forkful of ham into her mouth.
"You've really got to stop doing that" Hermione scolded from across the Metamorphmagus. Ron, who happened to be sitting next to her, rolled his eyes and mouthed 'bossy, this one' to Harry.
"And I suppose that means I should leave too?" a cool voice said from the other side of Cat. Hermione flushed at Beck's comment, looking down at her food.
"N... Well, this is the Gryffindor table. And we're supposed to eat with our own houses at dinner time."
"I see. Well, come on Cat. You can sit with me at the Ravenclaw table. I'm sure no one will mind." With that, Beck pulled Cat by the arm over to his table as she waved 'Byyyeee!' to her Gryffindor friends.
André watched this with a confused expression. "Hermione, you didn't have to kick them out... They weren't bothering anyone" he said.
"Yeah, you're really gonna have to work on that bossy attitude if you want people to like you" Ron snapped, and Hermione turned to glare at him.
"I'm just SAYING that it's in the rules..."
"Okay, guys!" Tori shouted, causing many other students in their vicinity to turn and look at them oddly.
"We don't need to argue. Beck and Cat are our friends, and they can sit with us whenever they want to, okay? Unless the Professors tell them not to, no one seems to mind."
André nodded his agreement. "Tori's right. As usual" he said, smiling at her and marveling internally at his friend's ability to play peacekeeper so well.
"Anyway, Harry, you were saying?" Tori said brightly, bringing them back on track to their previous discussion over Professor Snape.
"Er, well, Ron and I went for tea at Hagrid's, and-"
"Whoa, you're friends with Hagrid?" André interrupted, somewhat surprised that a couple of first years were close enough to the large Groundskeeper to have tea with him.
"Yeah, he helped me get my things at Diagon Alley for this school year and everything" Harry said. "But I told him about Snape, and he said that he shouldn't have a reason to hate me. He told me I was just overreacting or something..." Harry trailed off, remembering something else that André figured had nothing to do with Snape by the look on his face.
Flying lessons with the Slytherins turned out to be as disastrous as expected. André, Tori, and their friends went down to the field that Madam Hooch instructed them with a feeling of dread. The Slytherins were already there, of course, lined up along a row of brooms awaiting further instruction.
"About time they got here, don't you think?" the mean looking girl, Jade West he thought her name was, snarkily said. Her housemates snickered in agreement.
André and Tori took their places by a broom, and once the rest of the Gryffindors had gotten settled, Madam Hooch began to explain the basics of what they were going to be doing that lesson.
"Now stick your hand out over the broom and shout 'up!' on my count. Ready? UP!" Madam Hooch instructed.
André stuck his hand out over the broom, and shouted "Up!" with as much conviction as he could muster. Unfortunately, the broom flopped about uselessly and he let out a frustrated sigh. He looked around him to see if any other students had managed to achieve anything.
Harry Potter's broom had shot up straight into his hand, and André chuckled a bit at the incredulous expression on his face. He seemed to be about the only one who had managed anything, as Hermione's broom was rolling around much like his, while Ron's shot up and hit him in the face. The Slytherins, André was glad to notice, weren't doing so well either. Only the blonde snobby boy had managed to get his broom, along with Jade West who was smirking.
He turned to Tori then, just as she began her try. Once she shouted "Up!", all hell broke loose. Her broom shot forward and hit Jade West in the stomach, knocking her backwards onto the grass. The broom she was clutching triumphantly zoomed up into the air and spiraled down only to hit a rather large looking Slytherin in the face, knocking him out cold.
"Hmm, looks like you'll have to work on that, girl" André laughed, patting her on the back as Madam Hooch bustled over towards the discombobulated row of Slytherins who were now glaring at Tori. The Gryffindors were snickering and sending Tori the thumbs-up on occasion.
Once everyone had managed to get themselves back in line, brooms in hand, Madam Hooch instructed the first years to mount them and wait for her whistle.
"On my whistle, I want you to kick off from the ground hard. Hover for a moment, then touch back down" she was saying as the first years began to mount their brooms.
"I'm a bit worried about that Jade girl though... She looks like she's ready to kill me" Tori whispered to André as they climbed atop the brooms, and he glanced over as the Slytherin girl mounted her own broom. She was glaring daggers at Tori.
Before André could reply and soothe his friend's worries, a shriek from the other end of the Gryffindor line drew everyone's attention. Madam Hooch had not whistled, but Neville Longbottom had managed to somehow kick off and start flying about.
"Mr. Longbottom! Come back here this instant!" Madam Hooch yelled, running after him as he flew haphazardly around, knocking into various parts of the castle.
The Gryffindors were all holding their breath and letting out little screams, while the Slytherins of course were laughing like a pack of hyenas. André gave them a stern look.
"Shut it! He could really get hurt!" he yelled at them, and in fact his prediction came true not much later.
Neville spiraled out of control and suddenly fell off his broom, a hefty ways from the ground. Everyone had the good sense to be quiet as Madam Hooch hurried off to assess his injuries.
"A broken wrist.." she tutted. "Alright, class. I'm going to take Mr. Longbottom to the Hospital Wing, and if I see so much as one broom in the air you will be expelled before you can say 'Quidditch'. On second thought, Goyle, you'd better come too. That purple is rather alarming" she motioned for the big Slytherin boy who had been hit on the head by Jade's errant broom to follow her.
Once she was out of sight, André turned back to a wide eyed Tori.
"He'll be fine, Madam Pomfrey is one of the best Medi-Witches out there" André told her. The Matron had patched up his cousin Lee and the Weasley twins plenty of times, that was for sure.
"Well that's good news for you, since you'll probably be visiting her sometime very soon" Jade West cut in. Tori spun around to face the aggressive Slytherin girl, who was standing with a menacing glare on her face not the farthest distance away from André's friend.
"Tori Vega, is it? Lucky you're a Pureblood, or I'd have a lot more beef to pick with you" Jade continued.
"And what if she wasn't? You'd what, call her insulting names whenever you got the chance?" André came to the defense of his friend, backing her up despite how scary Jade was.
Jade spared him a glance before turning back to Tori. "Stay out of this. I already have my eye out for one Gryffindork" she punctuated this by socking Tori rather violently in the arm, then flipping around to rejoin her Slytherin posse.
"Ow!" Tori cried, clutching her arm. "Stay away from me, you witch!" she yelled after Jade, turning to André with a fierce look on her face. "If only I knew some good hexes..."
André chuckled, and only then noticed that while they were confronting Jade, a similar situation had arisen between Harry and Draco Malfoy. They seemed to be arguing about the Remembrall that Neville had gotten earlier in the mail from his grandmother. Draco had it clutched in his hand and was taunting Harry with it.
"Come and get it, Potter!" he cried, and leapt onto his broom. He soared into the sky, waving the glass ball down at him.
"Harry, no!" Hermione and Tori said simultaneously, leaping forward to grab their friend in attempt to keep him from breaking the rules.
"I know he's a jerk, but you can't let him bait you like that!" Tori said, agitated.
"You could get expelled!" Hermione hissed fiercely. Harry simply shook them off and mounted his broom with surprising agility. André had to admit that it was impressive how he demonstrated such skill on a broom.
What followed next was nothing short of spectacular. Harry flew towards Malfoy, who then proceeded to throw the glass ball towards the castle. Harry sped up and reached the ball, catching it in midair. He then made his way back towards the group of first year flying students. The Gryffindors were all cheering and shouting, while the Slytheirns were open mouthed. Malfoy and Jade both scowled.
André ran up to Harry and clapped him on the back. "Well done, Harry!" he said, laughing along with his other friends who were thoroughly impressed. Suddenly, everything got quiet and André turned to see Professor McGonagall approaching them with a stern expression.
"Potter, follow me" she said. Harry gave his friends a solemn look before following her, and André hoped that it wouldn't be the last they saw of him.
The next morning, André was sitting at breakfast next to Harry and Tori, when they heard the news that possibly would make the Slytherins faint. Harry was to be the new Gryffindor Seeker!
"Yeah, McGonagall took me to meet the Quidditch captain and everything, and it's all settled! But it's a secret, so you can't say anything to the rest of the House until the first match" Harry whispered to them.
"Oh Harry, I'm sure you'll be fantastic!" Tori beamed at him.
"Yeah, with broom work like yesterday you'll be the best Seeker Gryffindor's had in a long time!" André added.
"Yeah, since my brother Charlie left" Ron began. "Gryffindor's been needing a good Seeker for years now."
As they ate, now in the know of a really juicy secret, André couldn't help but snicker in the general direction of the Slytherins from time to time. This was going to be a really good year for Quidditch, that was for sure.
There we go!
What'd you think of this one? PLEASE REVIEW ME. I hope it wasn't too bad, I feel like it's sort of a filler in some ways... And I can't write André to save my life. At least I think I can't, but you tell me! Sorry it was shorter as well, but there's no Sorting to contend with in this chapter...
If you catch any little errors please let me know. If the HP storyline gets a little jumbled, I apologize because I don't have a copy of the book with me currently and I can't check for exact details (this actually bothers me greatly... I'm a perfectionist).
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