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Ella Weasley and the First Year Fears by angel13
Chapter 6 : Some Wounds Run Too Deep
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Ella woke up the next morning smiling. She couldn’t help it – she was at Hogwarts!

The sun was shining through the round window and the sky was cloudless. Even the weather was on her side!

Ella dressed quickly with high spirits. She noticed that Nikki had already left – the curtains were pulled back, and her bed was empty. Cindy and Crystal, however, were sleeping steadily.

Ella was about to leave for breakfast when she remembered something.

“Do I need to take my schoolbag to breakfast?” Ella bit her lip. Was she? But what would she put in it? Quills, parchment…but which books? Which classes did she have today?

She stroked her phoenix, which Ella had called Hera. She’d thought of the name last month when she was daydreaming about Hogwarts.

It was her first day at a new school, and she had no idea how things worked there.

“Ella?” It was Crystal. “What’s wrong?”

Ella looked up. Crystal was pulling back the red hanging curtains by her bed, watching her concernedly.

“Oh, it’s just…” Ella stood up. “I’m so confused. What do we take to breakfast?
Which classes do we have first?”

Crystal blinked. “I think we receive our timetables at breakfast. And considering it’s only the first day, let’s take nothing. I’ll ask the prefects at breakfast.”

“Crystal, you are way too smart!”

Crystal got dressed as Ella wrote a note to Cindy. Finally, they left the room and headed down the spiral staircase.

The common-room was completely deserted. Ella opened the hidden door, and then froze as they reached the corridor outside.

“Where do we go now?” Crystal asked, glancing down the corridor.

“You tell me – you’re the smart one.”

Crystal rolled her eyes.

“You know, we might have missed breakfast – everyone could be going to their classes,” Ella said, voicing one of her fears.

Crystal laughed. “Ella, it’s eight o’clock. Classes start at nine.”

Just then, the common-room door opened, and out came the good-looking third year and his friend.

“Hey,” his friend said.

“First years?” The good-looking one said. “I’m Jayden Cabrini, and this is Hewitt Chondra.”

“I’m Ella Weasley.”

“Crystal Venezuela.”

“Do you know your way to the Great Hall?” Jayden smirked.

“No,” Crystal said. “Could you guys show us?”

“Sure,” Hewitt replied.

With help from Jayden and Hewitt, Ella and Crystal found their way to breakfast in only a few minutes.

“It’s really hard at first,” Jayden told Ella. “But this time next week it’ll be a cinch. You’ll get used to it, I assure you.”

Ella and Crystal sat at the Ravenclaw table to eat.

A few minutes later, Cindy arrived.

“Hey,” she said, sitting next to Ella. “I got your note. A couple of hot fifth year showed me the way.”

Professor McGonagall handed the three girls timetables.

“Okay, first we have Charms, double Potions, then double Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration…” Ella read aloud.

“That’s pretty good, except for Potions – and we have it with Slytherin!” Cindy groaned. “I’m never going to escape from Dormeins…”

After breakfast, the girls went back to the Ravenclaw common-room (with help from Jayden and Hewitt) and packed their bags with quills, parchment, The Standard Book of Spells: Grade One, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, their cauldron, potion ingredients and wand.

Jayden showed Ella, Cindy and Crystal the Charms classroom, before sprinting to Arithmancy.

Ella sighed as they lined up outside the classroom.

Cindy grinned. “You like Jayden,” she stated.

Ella opened her mouth to protest, but at that moment tiny Professor Flitwick let the students inside.

Ella sat in the front row, eager to learn charmwork. Cindy begrudgingly sat next to her, and Crystal sat behind Cindy.

“Welcome to Charms!” Professor Flitwick squeaked, standing on a pile of books. “I –“

He stopped, as a breathless Nikki appeared in the doorway.

“Sorry – for being late,” she wheezed. “I got lost.”

“Never mind, sit down, sit down!” Flitwick said cheerfully.

Nikki sat next to Crystal.

“Where were you?” Ella heard Cindy hiss.

“Today, as our first piece of magic, we will be learning the Levitating Charm! But before that, we shall practise wand movement. Wands out, please!”

Everyone got out their wands.

“Now, swish like this –“ Flitwick demonstrated with his wand, “and flick like this!” He flicked his wand.

“Everyone, together! Swish and flick!”

For the next twenty minutes, everyone practiced the correct wand movement. When Flitwick was satisfied, he handed out feathers to every second person.

“Now, the Levitation Charm is used for what?” Flitwick asked. Ella’s hand shot up in the air. “Yes, Miss Weasley?”

“The Levitation Charm is used for levitating objects, in other words, making them fly.”

“Ten points to Ravenclaw!”

Ella swelled with pride. She’d just won ten points for Ravenclaw, after all!

“Now the incantantem – the words you say to make the spell actually work – is Wingardium Leviosa,” Flitwick explained. “So, you are going to point your wand at the feather, swish and flick while saying Wingardium Leviosa !”

Flitwick’s feather rose off the desk and hovered in the air. Everyone burst into applause.

Wingardium Leviosa !” Cindy cried. The feather stayed where it was.

On the other side of the room, a Gryffindor attempted, but instead set the feather on fire. The girl made a face, finally putting it out with her robes.

“Miss Elfwood, try and be more careful in the future!” Flitwick squealed.

“You have a go,” Cindy pushed the feather towards Ella.

Wingardium Leviosa !” she cried. The feather levitated a few feet into the air. Ella smiled victoriously as she made it zoom around the room with her wand.

“Ooh, look!” Flitwick cried. “Miss Weasley’s done it!”

After Charms, the first years had Potions. A couple of passing second years showed them the way to the dungeons, where Potion classes were held.

In the dungeons it was cold and creepy. Jars of potion ingredients covered covered the stone walls. Ella sat down hesitantly, Cindy next to her.

Professor Snape strode inside. Everyone stopped talking immediately, glaring at his greasy black hair and hooked nose.

“Sit,” he said softly. Everyone who was standing sat down, no one daring to make a noise.

“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking,” Snape said softly. “You probably won’t understand the beauty of a simmering cauldron, with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the the sense…”

Snape looked around, his gaze finally falling on Ella.

“Weasley, why don’t you have your cauldron out in front of you?” Snape spat. “Five points from Ravenclaw.”

Malfoy sniggered.

Ella felt her face heat up. She noticed that no one else had their cauldron out in front of them, yet Snape had picked on her. But why?

Slowly, she got out her cauldron. Meanwhile, Snape was explaining the potion they were going to start with – a simple potion that cured boils.

Snape flicked his wand and the instructions appeared on the blackboard. Ella took out her ingredients and waited until Snape had said, “You may begin.”

While they were working, Snape walked around the dungeons, criticizing all the Ravenclaws, but none of the Slytherins. He seemed to take a liking to Dormeins Malfoy, and praised him constantly.

“Malfoy, what do you call this?” Snape asked Cindy, pointing at her full cauldron.

“It’s my potion,” Cindy said, not looking up from weighing dried nettles.

“Five points from Ravenclaw – the colour is three shades wrong.”

Cindy’s jaw dropped. “Three shades wrong? It’s still dark green! It doesn’t have to be perfect!”

“Potionmaking does,” Snape sneered. “Another five points from Ravenclaw for your cheek, Malfoy.”

When Snape approached Ella, he couldn’t find anything to complain about.

“Your cauldron is not placed correctly on the table,” he said finally, moving on to Crystal.

After Potions they had lunch. Ella and Cindy practically sprinted out of the dungeons; they couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

Ella and Cindy ate lunch, before heading back to the Ravenclaw dormitories to pack their belongings needed for Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. They got lost twice on their way.

“Why do you think Snape hates me so much?” Ella asked Cindy and Crystal as they lined up outside the classroom. Nikki was talking to a first year boy.

“Well, he loathed James Potter because they were both enemies. He hated Harry because he was James’ son, and Snape probably hates you because Harry’s niece and Harry’s best friends daughter.” Crystal replied straight away.

Ella nodded. “That makes sense.”

Just then Professor Medea swept into the classroom. “Enter,” she called.

Ella had never been in such and interesting classroom. One wall had a bookcase full of books on defence, another wall had Dark creatures in tanks and cages, and another had full-colour moving posters describing counter jinxes.

Ella sat in the front row again, with Cindy, Crystal and Nikki. When everyone else was seated, Medea began:

“Welcome to Defence Against the Dark Arts,” she said. “Here you will be learning how to protect yourself from the Dark forces. In this class we’ll be doing different units of work. We’ll be learning counter jinxes and spells so we can protect ourselves in the real world, we’ll be learning about Dark creatures and how to overcome them and, of course, book work.”

Everyone looked eager to begin, especially Ella and Cindy.

“This lesson, however, we’ll be taking notes and reading from Dark Forces: A Guide To Self Protection .”

For the rest of the lesson, they discussed what the Dark Arts were, and then took notes and read the introduction in their textbook.

“I can’t wait for our next Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson!” Ella exclaimed on their way to Transfiguration. “Medea said we’ll learn some spells!”

“Is school work all you think about?” Cindy asked disbelievingly.

Ella ignored her.

“Hey, what do you think is up with Nikki?” Cindy asked suddenly.

“I don’t know,” Ella replied solely. They reached the Transfiguration classroom. “She wasn’t in the dormitory when I woke up this morning, and she wasn’t at breakfast either.”

“And was late to Charms,” Cindy added as they both sat down.

“I wonder…” Ella said thoughtfully.

“Yeah, so do I,” Cindy said.

McGonagall waited until everyone was silent. “Transfiguration is one of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,” she said. “Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back.”

Ella straightened up, eager to make a good impression.

For most of the lesson, they took notes, and then were taught how to turn a match into a needle. It was extremely difficult. By the end of the lesson, only Ella, Crystal and a boy called Jet Karvan had succeeded.

After Transfiguration, they had quite a bit of free time before dinner. Cindy and Ella spent the time on the Quidditch Pitch, flying their brooms. Cindy had to borrow one of the school’s broomsticks, a Butterfly 360, seeing as she didn’t have one. It was no match for the Tornado 3000, which was three times as fast.

As the school’s Quaffles were in Madam Hooch’s office, Ella and Cindy played with apples.

They passed the apples to each other, went for goals and attempted tricks. Ella was going for goal again when a horribly familiar voice called out, “Oh, look – Cinderella.”

It was Malfoy, with a gang of Slytherins surrounding him.

On instinct, Ella threw the apple at them in anger. The girls shrieked and covered their faces. The apple hit Malfoy on the head. He stumbled a bit, holing his head in pain.

“Go Ella!” Cindy shrieked in admiration. Both girls flew down to the group of Slytherins.

“Are you feeling okay, Malfoy?” Ella said in a mock sweet voice, landing smoothly in front of him.

“Do you want us to kiss it for you?” Cindy landed next to Ella.

Malfoy recovered instantly after that remark. “Hey, Weasley, let me introduce my gang.” Ella noticed his hand was still touching where the apple had hit.

“This is Druscilla Lestrange,” Malfoy put him free arm around the gothic-looking witch. “This is, as you know, Willis and Smith,” he nodded at his podgy friends.

“Anna Maresca, Josh Hammer and Chris Derrick.” Three third years smirked at Ella.

“Alison Menzies and Michaela Laurendet.” Two first years glared.

Dormeins smirked. “Remember these names, Weasley and Malfoy, so you know who to turn in when we jinx you.”

Still holding his head, Malfoy led the gang off the pitch.

A/N: Okay, in my story first years are allowed brooms. The rules have changed since the trio were at Hogwarts. I’ve been getting a lot of reviews querying about this, so I thought I’d better mention it. Next chapter if my favourite so far!! It’s called Life and Death.

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