Against (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

A/N: I'm pretending Cho's in Harry's year okay? Also, I know a lot of people hate Cho and personally she's not my favorite character either but I wanted my character to have more than one friend in Ravenclaw.

Chapter 1

Alyssa Leah Elsbery

Name: Alyssa Leah Elsbery
Nickname: Lyssa
Family: Adila (mum) Ryan (dad) Brooklyn (little sister, age 11)
Friends: Luna, Cho, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, Ginny
Age: 14
Appearance: long wavy brown hair down to mid back, saphire blue eyes, pale skin, skinny, average height, slender legs, long side bangs
Personality: intelligent, creative, smart, kind, helpful, funny, fun to be with, stubborn, hates being underestimated, very pretty, loves to sing, soft, light voice, gentle
Pet: baby snowy owl named Tanya
Wand: Ebony, Unicorn hair, 12 inches, slightly bendy
House: Ravenclaw
Love Interest: George Weasley (People are surprised by this as he's a prankster and she's a Ravenclaw)
Other: loves staying up late but sleeps in when she has the chance. Parents are in the Order so she has known the Weasleys since birth, and grown up hearing about Harry Potter


A crack of thunder was heard visibly over the pounding of rain and the yelling of students as we entered the entrance hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"I like the rain," my friend Luna commented dreamily next to me.

"If you say so," I replied, ducking as the school poltergiest, Peeves, bombarded us with water balloons. As if we really needed to get more wet.

"Blimey!" bellowed my friend Ron, right near my ear, wiping his sopping wet hair out of his eyes.

"Peeves!" Professor McGongall, the Transfiguration teacher and deputy headmistress, skidded into the hall and grabbed my friend Hermione by the neck to stop herself.

"Ouch-sorry Miss Granger," she apologized distractedly. Hermione gasped, massaging her neck.

"Peeves!" McGonagall screamed again, "Get down from there!"

"Why?" Peeves asked impishly, bombarding another group of girls with a new round of water balloons, "The little piggies are already wet aren't they? Wheeeeeeeee!" He zoomed through the hair and all of us automadically pulled our black cloaks over our heads.

"PEEVES!" McGonagall screeched, "LEAVE! NOW!"

Peeves blew a loud rasberry at her and zoomed out of the room dropping the last of his water balloons on Neville, another one of my friends. Poor Neville. He's always the one who gets the worst luck.

"All of you," commanded McGonagall sharply, "Into the hall." Her had tipped sideways slightly and water fell out. A few giggles hit the air here and there but we all new better then to mess with Professor McGonagall. She ushered us into the great hall. Luna, Cho, and I split up with the rest of my friends to go to the decorated blue and bronze table. Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw had always been my favorite house, even before I went to Hogwarts. My whole family's been in Ravenclaw. As a matter of fact, my younger sister Brooklyn, Brooke for short was getting sorted today. All three of us sat together in the middle of the table. Cho was greeted by several of her friends, all of whom invited her to sit with them but she declined. Cho's very popular, but she and I are family friends so we've known each other for a while. The chatter at the Ravenclaw table was of all different subjects. Quidditch, classes, wizard chess, the weather, the Hogwarts Express, all the usual.

"There's going to be something at Hogwarts this year," Luna offered in her dreamy voice.

"Really?" Cho asked, "What?"

"Oh I don't know," she said rather unhelpfully, "Daddy wouldn't tell me exactly what really if you know what I mean." I was about to respond when Cho said,

"I wonder who's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" she wondered aloud.

"Dunno," I replied. I raked the teacher's table with my eyes. There was no new teachers, but there was one empty seat.

"Guess he's late."

"Yeah," Cho agreed.

"Life is alway changing," Luna's dreamy voice came from behind me. Okay, she's kind of loony, but once you get to know her she's really very nice. It was probably a good thing that they doors opened just then because I really didn't know what to say to that.

The first years trailed in.

"Did we really looked that small when we were in first year?" I whispered to Cho. She shrugged.

"Brooke!" I hissed excitedly, waving to my sister. Her eyes searched around to where my voice had come from. Her eyes landed on me and she waved. Her curly brown hair just like mine lay plastered on her face, soking wet, and she pulled her cloak around her slender body tightly. McGonagall came at the rear holding the familiar three legged stool and ragged sorting hat that sorted the first years every year. The Transfiguration teacher placed the hat on the stool and put the stool down on the floor. All eyes were on the hat, waiting, waiting. Then a flap opened and it burst into song. I saw many of the first years jump and smiled, remembering my first year.

The hat sang:

A thousand years or more ago
when I was newly sewn,
there lived four wizards of renown,
whose names are still well known:
bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
they hatched a daring plan
to educate young sorcerers
thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
formed their own house, for each
did value different virtues
in the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!


At the end the hall burst into applause. It rang out over the hall. When it finally quieted down McGonagall took out the long scroll listing the first year student's named.

"Aceradole, Gregory!" she called. A thin boy stumbled up to the hall. A moment later it called,

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the Hufflepuff table cheered for their new housemate.

"Astodle, Maya!" was the second name called.

"RAVENCLAW!" I cheered along with everyone else as she tripped over to our table.

"Brandelt, Alex!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Creevy, Dennis!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Dracelburg, Benjamin!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Denvengis, Hailey!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

And then finally,

"Elsbery, Brookelyn!" I bit my lip as my younger sister stumbled up to the hat. Not a second after it hit her head did it call,

"RAVENCLAW!" I cheered particularly loudly as she ran to me, as did Cho and Luna. I hugged her and she sat next to me, beaming. I didn't really hear the rest of the sorting, I was just happy that Brooke had gotten into the same house as me. No sooner did McGonagall roll up the scroll when the doors crashed open. A knarled, extremely scarred man stood in the doorway. He had a main of unkempt long hair. It wasn't the scars though, or the hair that scared me and everyone else in the hall. It was his eye. One was normal, though particularly squinted, but the other was eletric blue, perfectly circle, and wizzing around so fast that it made me feel sick. Not only that but when he stumped up to the teachers' table I heard a clunk on his everyone other step. He had a metal leg.

"He can be the Defense Against-" Cho began.

"Please welcome your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody!" Dumbledore announced.

"Think again Cho," I said into the silence, staring mesmorized at the monster. No one clapped.


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