Four Founding Fathers
A/N:: Okay this chapter is where Buffy decides to enroll at Hogwarts. She gets sorted... but into which house? ... I know, heh, but I have my reasons for this sorting. You will see! ... I edited and added more to this chapter. Sorry my computer has this thing were it likes to freeze me alot.
Rachel - thanks for the reviews. I dont have a guy around to read my chapters but it probably would help lol..It's hard to write a guy's part.. correction a Scottish guys' part when your an American female. Heh. And I don't watch SG lol so.. thats confusing. Thanks!
Chapter 4 - The Four Founding Fathers
3rd Person POV
After breakfast in the Great Hall, Oliver Wood tried to catch up with Professor Dumbledore. When he finally found him in the corridor near Transfiguration, he saw that three students were baffling the great Headmaster with questions.
"Professor Dumbledore, what happened? We know something happened. All the teachers are so... happy." It was Harry Potter speaking. He looked frustrated and as if he hadn't gotten much sleep.
"Professor, You *must* know what's going on! You know everything!" Hermoine Granger babbled, stealing glances at Ron and Harry, who were urging her on.
"Children, please, nothing is going on..." Suddenly, Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes found Oliver, and he smiled. "Mr. Wood, how may I help you?"
Oliver frowned apologetically. "Well, Sir, It's about that 'nothing' that's going on."
His smile fading, Professor Dumbledore walked past the three eager Gryffindor students. "Excuse us." He murmured to them, pulling Oliver aside.
"What's wrong? Mr. Wood?" Asked Dumbledore calmly.
Ron, Hermoine, and Harry, all became hushed to listen to the two converse about the 'nothing' that happened the night before.
Oliver took a deep breath. "She's awake, Professor. She almost killed me when I went to visit her this morning. We talked for a few minutes, but Madame Pomfrey escorted me out. Angrily, might I add."
Harry looked at his friends curiously. "She?" He whispered to Ron, who just shrugged.
Dumbledore nodded slowly and smiled. "Yes, my boy, she is awake. I spoke to her last night when she first woke. And you say she tried to kill you?"
"Well, I think I snuck up on her, somewhat, startled her. She's very strong."
"That she is, Oliver." He gave a low chuckle and put an old hand on Oliver's shoulder. "If you do visit her again, I advise you not to repeat those actions."
With that, Dumbledore turned and walked briskly down the hall and disappeared around the corner.
Dumbstruck, Oliver shook his head and began to follow the corridor Dumbledore had just disappeared from, but took a right turn instead of a left, leaving three confused teenangers in the hall.
Ron Weasley, with his flashing red hair, turned to his best friends. "So what do you think their hiding?"
Hemoine frowned, and began to pace. "A girl, Ron, what else would they be hiding?"
"I don't know, a Stone? Chamber of Secrets? Sirius Black? The Order of the Pheonix?" He smirked as Hermoine slapped his shoulder.
"Stop being so.. so immature. This is important. Maybe that girl is... is a deatheater! She could try and kill Harry!" Hermoine Granger looked at the black haired boy petrified.
Harry gave a worried look. "But my scar doesn't burn. Hasn't in a while. And... Haven't had any dreams. Wouldn't Sirius or somebody have mentioned it by now if I was in danger?"
"Your *always* in danger Harry." Hermoine said as if he was stupid.
"Bloody well right he is!" Before Ron could continue, Hermoine slapped his arm again. "Don't curse, Ron."
He rolled his eyes and continued. "..What I was *going* to say, before someone rudely slapped me, was that, maybe this girl isn't evil. Maybe she was sent here to help you defeat You-Know-Who."
Closing his eyes in confusion, Harry thought. His eyes shot open and he smiled. "I have an idea."
Hermoine groaned. "That's never good."
"Well, Harry, what is it?!" Ron asked excitedly, ignoring Hermoine's comment.
Harry smiled satisfyed with himself. "Meet me in the common room at midnight."
Hermoine stomped her left foot and crossed her arms over her chest. "I refuse to be in on one of your bogus plans Harry! They always get us in trouble."
Without a second thought, Hermoine trudged off. Ron shrugged. "I'll be there. So you plan on telling me what you've got up your sleeve, eh Harry?"
I lay in my little cot, Madame Pomfrey, as she stated her name was, keeps looking at me like I'm some sort of freak. I can't stop thinking about that cute boy that had come in here earlier to talk to me.
He looked a few years younger than myself. I probaby couldn't date him. He looked what? Nineteen? And I'm twenty-one. Well I could date him but still...
My thoughts on the handsome boy were disrupted when the man I know now as Dumbldore glided into the room in thick layers of those dresses. Robes. They were robes, not dresses... looks the same to me.
"Ah, hello Miss Summers, sleep well?"
I nod. "Yes. But please stop calling me Miss Summers. I feel old. Just Buffy."
He had his hands entwined in front of him and that same sparkle in his eyes. "Well, Miss... Buffy. I heard you had a visitor earlier today?"
Before I could speak, Madame Pomfrey jumped in. "Yes. Oliver Wood was here, Professor. *Before* visiting hours, might I add! *And* disturbing a patient!"
"He wasn't disturbing me." I retorted. "He was nice." I smiled to myself and looked away.
"Yes, well, however, Buffy, would you be so kind to follow me? I would like to speak with you in my office." He smiled again and I nodded, stood up and looked at my clothes.
With a swish of a narrow stick, I had a set of black robes on me. He smiled approvingly and I laughed a little. These dresses must be worn alot. I saw that cute boy wearing one earlier.
I followed the bearded man down many winding corridors until we approached what I assume would be his office door.
"Canary Cream." He said softly, and the wall opened, revealing a large spiral staircase that he began to climb, and I followed him.
We reached another closed door and he opened it, allowing me to enter first. I was amazed at where I had just entered. It was brightly lit with floating candles and the shelves seemed to be endless.
I saw the most adorable bird in a cage. It was a reddish pink colour ((Is that right? Lol)) and tilted it's head at me.
"He's beautiful." I say softly, touching the gold cage.
"That is Fawkes. He's a Pheonix bird." Dumbledore took a seat behind his desk, his elbows perched on it, smiling, of course. I saw a small mirror and looked into it, eyes growing wide.
I looked like I was eighteen again. Oh boy. Oh boy... better not say anything to the professors...
He motioned for me to have a seat, which I did. "This place is amazing. Magick eh? Could totally get used to this."
"Well, Miss Summers..." I glared softly. "..Buffy. That's what I wish to speak with you about, my girl."
I don't bother trying ot hide my confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I was curious as to whether you would be interested as enrolling as a student here at Hogwarts?"
"Me? Why me? I know nothing about Magick.." I say as I lean back in the comfortable seat. He nods slowly.
"But a Slayer is a very magickal creature indeed. And you could learn magick easily. Patrol the Forbidden Forest? Train? Protect the students from the Dark Lord."
I raise my eyebrow. More evil. Great.
"I don't know, Professor Dumbledore. I mean, I have to get back home...." Suddenly, realization hit me. I didn't know how to get back home. I didn't know if I'd ever see my friends or family again. And worse, I didn't think I wanted to.
"Umm.. fine." I say swallowing, looking down. Dumbledore stood and clapped his hands once, grinning. "Excellent my child."
He reached up to one of the shelves and took off an old, dusty witches hat. I laugh at the sight. He chuckled also.
"This, is the Sorting Hat. When it is placed on your head, you will be sorted into one of the four houses of Hogwarts. There are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor."
"What's the difference?"
"Ravenclaw is the house that holds most intelligant, Slytherin is for those who has strong ancestry, purest, and will stop at nothing to get what they want, and Gryffindor is for bold, brave and daring. Hufflepuff is very equal and calm, believing in all is fair. This hat, will put you into the house you belong in most. The people in those houses are like family."
I nodded in understanding, somewhat, and sighed as he set the dirty old hat on my head.
'Okay, come on... put me in somewhere good.'
*O.o. A Slayer. Good do you say?*
'Since when did I start thinking outloud?'
*Where to put you.. where to put you.*
'How about Gryffindor? I'm brave and daring!'
*Yes.. Yes Gryffindor. Very nice. But wait! There's something more.. Yes, yes... Your power is rooted in darkness my child. That would be most fitted in ....* SLYTHERIN!
The hat just shouted. I froze. Dumbledore nodded solemnly as if he was expecting that.
"I will have someone escort you to your dorms." He pulled his stick out again and did that 'swishy' thing. My robes suddenly turned of black, green, and silver. Oo my colours. They looked pretty damn good on me too!
"Please, follow me." He said motioning for me to follow him. I did, again. He led me down the winding stairs again and out of his office. We continued down several corridors and stopped in front of the dungeons.
"Eek." I said making a discusted face. The dungeons were cold and damp. I began to follow Dumbledore again but he stopped in front of an open door where I heard a ghastly voice within.
I peeked inside and saw a very greasy man with shoulder length black hair and a sneer printed permanently on his face, criticizing a small boy with brown hair. He looked my age.
"Professor Snape? If I could have a word with you, and Mr. Malfoy, please?" Dumbledore said from the doorway.
Almost immediatley, that Snape guy rushed out of the room with a flaxen haired boy following him. Oh gee was he cute. He had an arrogant air to him that made me kind of feel weird.
"Professor Snape, Draco Malfoy, this is Buffy Summers. She is an American exchange student from The States. She will be in Slytherin, as a 7th year student. Buffy, Professor Snape is head of Slytherin House and the Potions Master, here at Hogwarts. Mr. Malfoy is our Head Boy here, and also a fellow Slytherin."
That Draco kid looked me over appreciativley, smirking, and if I wasn't surrounded by teachers I would probably smack that arrogant smirk right off his pale face.
"Miss Summers." Snape said as he nodded greeting to me. I cringe and smile softly. Dumbledore continued.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you would be so kind to take Miss Summers to the Slytherin Quarters and show her around the grounds?"
Grinning, Draco nodded. "Of course, Professor."
Chapter 5 - Draco takes Buffy on her tour...ooo