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Fighting Their Own Battle by Emilyinlove
Chapter 6 : Welcome Back
 
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Author's Note: Hey everyone! So I got quite a few reviews asking me to keep the biweekly updates, and I would love to, but this story just doesn't seem like it's getting the same amount of reviews as my other ones, so my motivation is leaning more towards my novels rather than my fanfic stores :/ I love this story and I can't wait for you all to see it all, but I may keep it at once a week updates. I just need more feedback on the matter. Thanks for the reviews on previous chapters and thanks in advance for any reviews you leave on this chapter!

Chapter Six: Welcome Back



The Great Hall was buzzing with activity when we walked in. All the houses were mixed at the different tables, people conversing with their friends. Apparently when my parents had been in school, the houses were strictly segregated. There was hardly any interhouse friendships, let alone interhouse dating back in those days, according to my mum and dad. Apparently a lot of it was because almost everyone who was sorted into Slytherin was branded as a Death Eater, and rightfully so. Most of them ended up as one anyways.

Things were different now. Someone who was put in Slytherin was sly, cunning, and ambitious. That was it. They were evil. They weren't the bad guys of the world. They were just full of ambition and sneakiness.

It was hard to imagine that it had ever been so segregated before when everything was so mixed up now. People hardly noticed what people's houses were anymore. We only sat at our own tables when it was absolutely necessary, like for important meals such as the Start-of-Term feast.

The doors to the Great Hall shut loudly and everyone fell silent. Professor Longbottom walked into the room followed by a trail of first-years, all looking around nervously. When they saw how many of us there were, they looked even more terrified.

Professor Longbottom brought out a three-legged stool and set it down in front of the first years, who looked completely confused as he set down a ragged old hat on top of it. For a moment the entire room was silent. Then the brim of the hat opened up like a mouth and it started to sing.

The first years practically jumped out of their skin when the hat started to sing. A few people laughed at their reactions, seeing as we had all had the same ones when we had been in their position.

Everyone applauded for the Sorting Hat once it had finished its song. Professor Longbottom stepped forward. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool. When the Hat announces your house, you will got and sit at the appropriate table."

As he started calling out the names, I couldn't help but think back to the day when I was sorted. I had always thought I was going to be put in Hufflepuff. From everything I had heard from the different members of my family, I was certain I was going to be a Hufflepuff. When the hat announced that I was in Gryffindor, I had almost told it that it must be wrong. I wasn't brave. I wasn't courageous. And I definitely wasn't daring.

Apparently the Sorting Hat saw something in me that no one else did, including me.

When the Sorting ended, McGonagall, the Headmistress of Hogwarts, rose to her feet. "I will not keep you waiting. Tuck in!"

She spread her arms and the plates and dishes magically filled on the tables. Everyone dug into dinner - this was the most anticipated meal of the year, after all. I took some roast chicken and garlic roasted potatoes and started eating, listening to all the conversations going on around me.

"So where were you lot on the train?" I heard about halfway through dinner. I turned to see Kale Beauclerc approaching the Gryffindor table with his best friend, Scorpius. Scorpius, however, only waved before going over to the Ravenclaw table to sit with Rose. Kale sat down on the other side of Jax, right across from Katelyn.

Kale was another good friend of mine, who also happen to be in Slytherin. We all met Kale through Scorpius in our first year and had never looked back since that fateful day.

Kale was tall with dark hair and light blue eyes. He was extremely attractive and one of the Slytherin guys that girls would do pretty much anything to be with. He had that whole bad boy thing going on, and everyone seemed to think he was a charmer, but on the inside, he was just a really sweet guy. The only one who seemed to be oblivious to his charm was our dear friend, Katelyn Black. So of course, she was the only girl that Kale wanted to be with.

"Some of us actually have jobs to do now that we're in fifth year," Jax said and Kale smiled. He glanced over at Katelyn, who was staring off into space. "Katelyn."

She glanced over and gave him a slight nod of the head before going back to whatever she was daydreaming about. He acted as if it didn't affect him, but I knew it did. I felt for him because it seemed as if I was in the exact same position (well, without the whole everyone wanting me part).

"Apparently they aren't dating," Kale said, nodding towards Scorpius and Rose at the Ravenclaw table. Their heads were very close together as they talked and laughed together. "Not like anyone believes them."

"If their dads knew, they would literally kill them so it's easier for them to tell everyone that they're not dating rather than have someone slip up and tell one of them," Katelyn said. "Their dads really hate each other."

"Which is silly because the Wotter clan has made amends with the Malfoy’s, thanks to Adri's mum," Dominique said. "The only one who still holds a grudge is Uncle Ron."

"May I have your attention once more?" Professor McGonagall asked and everyone quieted down. "I would like to welcome all of our new students, and welcome back all of our returning students for what's sure to be another fantastic year. At this time, I am obligated to give out a few notices." She seemed a little...rehearsed. I didn't think I had ever heard her speak so monotonous and robot-like before. She looked pretty stressed as well, as if she had aged ten years since I last saw her. "Our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you all that magic is not permitted in the corridors between classes and that any and all products from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes are forbidden on school grounds. This rule includes all those who are related to the owners, no matter how distant."

Ever since Aidan, Nadia, and Teddy had started at Hogwarts, this remind had been added into the welcome speech every year.

"Other items on the list can be viewed in r. Filch's office. As always, the Forest is out-of-bounds as if Hogsmeade to anyone in their third year or lower. Quidditch trials will be held two weeks from now, and anyone interested in try-outs should contact their house's captain," Professor McGonagall continued, looking around a couple times before clearing her throat and saying, "But it is late. All of you should get to bed so you are well-rested for your lessons in the morning."

That was Jax's and my cue to round up the first years and start showing them to their dormitories. Jax stood up and shouted, "First years! This way, please!"

Jax did all the talking from that moment on, introducing us and then leading the way up to the dormitory. I told him I'd stay at the back of the group to make sure none of them strayed or got left behind in the crowd.

"This is the Gryffindor common room, where all Gryffindors come to hang out and study. I'll show you lads where your dormitories are and Adrianna will show the girls where their rooms are," Jax said before rounding up the first year boys and taking them upstairs.

I turned and saw the group of first year girls staring at me. "Uh...this way," I mumbled, leading them up the stairs to the girl's dorms. I went up three flights of stairs before stopping. "Here we are."

They stood in place staring at me as if I was some freak show at a circus. "Are you really Harry Potter and Emily Williams' daughter?" one of the girls asked, her eyes wide.

I had to bite back a groan. "She goes by Emily Potter now, but yes, they're my parents."

The girls looked at each other and started screaming in excitement, asking all sorts of questions like "What's it like?" and "Can I have your autograph?" I was so overwhelmed that I ended up standing there cluelessly, stammering like an imbecile.

"Okay girls, you met the great Adrianna Potter," Brielle said, appearing from the stairs and waving her arms in the air, "but in reality, she's just a normal person like you and me. So let's leave her alone and you can decorate your walls with posters of her parents, alright?"

Brielle wrapped an arm around me and started leading me upstairs. "People don't really have posters of my parents, do they?" I asked.

"Yes," Brielle said. "A lot of people do. I took mine down when we became friends."

That disturbed me.

"Isn't it early to go to bed?" I asked when I realized she was leading me to our dorm.

"Normally yes, but...a certain couple are in the common room snogging each other's faces off and I really don't think you need to see that," Brielle said. "I offered to kick him, but Jax said he'd have to give me detention for that. Can you believe that? Jax holding his power of authority over my head?"

"He's stopping you from assaulting someone."

"But it's justified!" Brielle exclaimed as we walked into our room. It was the same as it was every year. A round room with a four-poster bed for Elsie Weasley, Brielle, Dominique, Katelyn, and I. It was a little sad that we were all pretty much related to each other. Hell, we were related to half of Hogwarts in some way.

Farrah was lounging on my bed, only lifting her head to yawn before going back to sleep. I opened my trunk and started pulling out all of the things I hung on the wall and cast a spell so they'd start hanging themselves up while I started to put my clothes away in the cabinet beside my bed.

"My parents are going to be so proud of me," Elsie said when she walked into the room. "I've got detention and classes haven't even started! That's got to be a new record, even for me."

Elsie was another one of my cousins, the daughter of Uncle Fred and Aunt Lindsay. She had a little brother too, George, named after their late uncle and he was in his fourth year. And being the children of some of the most famous pranksters Hogwarts had ever seen, there was no doubt that they would help keep up the family tradition. If there was a class on pranking, Elsie and her brother would get O's without even trying. Because not only were Elsie's jokes funny, but they were brilliantly planned. I guessed she learned from the best.

Elsie was pale, completely covered in freckles and had long, curly, Weasley red hair. She wasn't that much taller than me, but she was filled with ten times as much mischief.

"What did you do this time?" Brielle asked, hanging up one of her dresses.

"Well, I told some firsties that a few years ago a deadly disease ravaged Hogwarts and that some corridors still had the virus lingering around. So then I was very helpfully showing them to their common room because they got lost, and one of them pointed out that I got a nosebleed. Then for some unknown reason I started vomiting everywhere."

I rolled my eyes when Elsie held up a puking pastille and a nosebleed nougat. Elsie did something to freak out the first years every year, and every year it became more and more dramatic.

"The pain was so much that I couldn't even stand so I told them to save themselves," Elsie said. "And then McGonagall walked by and saw what was going on. So I have detention for the next two weeks, but she didn't take away any house points."

"You get more inventive every year," Brielle complimented and Elsie grinned before falling back onto her bed.

"I know," Elsie said. "It's in the genes."

I finished unpacking by the time Katelyn and Dominique got to the dorm. I quickly changed into my pajamas and got under the blankets, pulling them up to my chin.

All I could think about was Hunter snogging Victoire. Why would he want anything to do with her? It's not like she had a shining personality or a track record of niceness. Besides, I knew Hunter and I knew he didn't normally go for girls like that. Then again, I was just hoping he liked girls like me (even though I knew for a fact he didn't).

I guess I thought that when we talked so much that day during the summer, that it might have meant something. But it didn't. And I was stupid and naive to think so.

I had a feeling that I would be spending a lot of time in the library this year.



Next time on "Fighting Their Own Battle"

I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't turn around. I needed to focus and get all of this work done so that I could sleep in and relax all weekend.

"Mind if I sit?" I looked up and saw Hunter standing in front of me, holding a pile of books and parchment. I nodded and he pulled out a chair, laying everything on the table.


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