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The Flame-haired Angel

Chapter 2: OK, since that we for a bit we'll stay here, fit ourselves!

"... And considering that you will stay here until we find a way to send you back to your time, this evening you will be sorted."

"But we know very well at which house we belong!"

"Miss Nortmann, you know it and I know it, but the other students don't, surely the Hat will put you in your own House. Well," Professor Dippet said standing up from his easy chair, " it is dinner time and we must introduce ours... er... guests to the other students."

"... But are you sure you will be all right? Does your cheek still hurt?"

Asked a rather worried the first year Hufflepuffs for the umpteenth time. The Slytherin prefect ruffled her hair.

"Don't worry Mimì, I'm fine. And yes, the cheek still hurts. How was your day?"

"Theresa Lenticels and her friends have teased me today: I have done as you told me but... but I after ten minutes I was crying again in the bathroom. I am sorry Tom, I should have been stronger."

The young girl said on the edge of tears. Tom sighed resigned; he placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuring.

"How many times have I told you that tears ruin nice girls' face, Myrtle? However I am proud of you: you have been able to stand up to those girls for ten minutes in a row without crying. You have at Hogwarts only for ten day and this is a great result! Come on, let me hug you: you know that I care of you like a little sister don't you Mimì?"

"I too care of you as if you are my big brother Tom! But your friends....won't they become angry if you talk with me? I mean, they have told me that the Slytherin's and the other students don't..."

"Hey, I am myself, whatever House I belongs to! Mimì, I know you since when you were five months old, we have almost grown up together, and nothing will be able to ruin our friendship. For as concerns Malfoy and the others... well, they aren't different from the orphanage's children: they too hang around with me for interest."

"Doesn't it bother you? I, in your place would be so angry that I would cry for days and days."

"Well, you know how such things are: after sixteen years I'm get used. Sure, I don't like much being used in this way, but at least I'm taken in consideration and from them I can't certainly claim more. Even if it would make me happy if anybody becomes my friend simply because I am and..."

"Then don't you think about me as a friend?!"

Myrtle exclaimed with a pout. Tom smiled -one of the rare times that his smile reached his eyes- and embraced again the young girl.

"Yes, sure, but as I said before, you are my little sister. You have me and I have you, this is enough."

The students spoke excitedly with low voices in the Great Hall: some rumors said that students from a foreign school had come. The stool and the Sorting Hat were placed before the teachers' table. Tom wondered in which House Vy would have been sorted. < With her temper, it won't surprise me if she'll be in Slytherin: if that happens, I don't know if I would be worried or happy... >

There also was an other rumor around: Peeves claimed to have seen one of the new students knock Mr. Riddle; and Tom's band-aid and bruises seemed to confirm these rumors.

The students kept silent seeing the Headmaster came in followed by five teenagers, and they waited the Professor's speech eagerly.

"Those people that have read today's Daily Prophet, will know that some day ago, the Polish School of Magic near Polsen, has been damaged by German bombs: beyond the threat of Grindelwald, the Wizarding World unfortunately has been involved also in this...er..."skirmish" between Muggle States. To show our solidarity with ours Polish colleagues, our school will take in these British origin teenagers. Now they will be sorted, but, whatever House they'll be, I want you to show them solidarity, understanding and affection."

Many students clapped; other, touched by the misfortune, cried; the Slytherin, instead, complained about the Muggle stupidity. The Headmaster nodded and Professor Psyllium took the hat and called the first student:

"Labour, Attilius!"

A tall, beefy boy -surely a Quiddich beater, with short dark blond hair and gray-green eyes, sat on the stool and the Professor placed on his head the hat, which after a little bit shouted:

"Ravenclaw!"

And the table of the Ravenclaw burst in a warm cheering.

"Nortmann, Adrienne!"

A minute and nice girl, with bouncing shoulder length chestnut curls and hazel eyes took the place of the boy.

"Hufflepuff!"

And she too was greeted with a cheering.

"Nortmann, Xavier!"

He seemed to be the girl's brother; in fact he had the same eyes and hair, though he was just slimmer and taller than her.

"Hufflepuff!"

And he reached his sister among the welcome of his new housemates.

"Weasley, Virginia!"

A tall girl, with the red hair and the eyes azure sat on the stool crossing sensually her legs. Amanda Psillium shook her head with disapprobation and set the hat on the redhead.

"Gryffindor!"

And the girl reached the table waving at her friends. It stayed only a boy with black eyes and hair.

"Zabini, Evan!"

"Slytherin!"

Evan joined the table between the cheering of the other students, whom made room for him: anyone asked him what had really happened at Polsen; other expressed all their hate for the Muggles with harsh words; other, feeling his uneasiness, didn't talk and silenced the others. As always, abundant courses appeared on the tables and the students and the staff began to eat between ones chatter and the other. Evan stared up and down his new housemates: Riddle, still convalescent from the meeting with Vy, sat before him between a blonde boy -maybe Draco Malfoy's grandfather- and a suspicious guy with tawny hair; a girl with brown bright hair, perhaps a fourth or fifth year, glanced at him flirtatious; the others were individuals too anonymous to deserve his attention. He went back to look at Tom, and he stared him for the rest of the dinner.

Tom had felt the cold and expressionless of Evan's eyes on him for the whole dinner. While they were eating a pudding, the prefect crossed the glance with that of the new arrival: Evan, teaspoon in mouth, was leaning on the chair and stared at him; he then put the elbows on the table and the chin between his hands, always staring him and with the teaspoon in his mouth. He looked as if he was thinking hard about something.

"What are you staring at?"

"I still can't understand why Vy has to beat you up...." Evan said more to himself, the teaspoon danced on his lips," you weren't trying to touch her butt or tits: you just wanted help us. Moreover she has begun while you were introducing yourself, and thus I have imputed her beating you to her visceral hate for the Tom-kind. But she has threatened you /before/ that you introduced yourself...."

"First: take off that teaspoon from your mouth before speak; and latter: moderates your language."

Lucius Malfoy said tartly. Evan glanced at him out the corner of his eye and smirked.

"Does no-one ever tell you that you sound like a soured old maid? Besides it's rude interrupt anybody while is speaking: didn't mummy teach it to you?"

Lucius looked at him angrily; the other students gasped, nobody had spoken to Lucius Malfoy in that way, ever! Tom suppressed a giggle and said:

"Calm down Malfoy, have you forgotten what the Headmaster said? I want you to show them solidarity, understanding and affection. Be understanding with him: perhaps that grenade has messed up his marbles. To him and his friends. I think your... friend has behaved in that way after receiving a shock like that."

He ended looking pleased at Evan, trying to provoke him. But in spite of him, the raven-haired burst in a belly laughter:

"You're right; Vy is simply off her head! However," he said with a voice between the apprehension and the threat," it's better if you forgo every judgment: we could seem strange at your eyes, but you'll change your mind once you known us for awhile. I assure you that you'll like our company."

"Really?"

Tom said arching an eyebrow; Evan nodded, the teaspoon danced again between his lips. The two boys looked at each other and burst in a roaring laughter.

"Don't worry you, old pal: the "Phalangers" will make you go out the shell!"

In the meantime, at the Gryffindor table, everybody looked at the redhead with veneration and admiration. A fifth year prefect swallowed and said with awe:

"Are you... are you the girl that has... er.... beaten Riddle?"

Vy looked at her: she was a girl with a little bit hard features, but pretty; her stiff posture and brown hair in a low bun had a vaguely well-known air. The redhead smiled evilly.

"Yes. And I would have continued if they haven't stopped me!"

The students' oho-ed, aha-ed, and wow-ed. A first year smiled widely and said:

" Ah-a, what did I have told you, Minerva? If you went to Hogsmeade, a misfortune will happen! In fact you have lost the show!"

"Shut up Sybill! And you this morning told that a misfortune would have happened /to me/: as you could see I don't have even a scratch!" "Minerva McGonagall and Sybill Trelawney." Explained a boy near Vy pointing the fifth year and the first year," their mothers are like sisters; but those two can't stand each other. Each day, Syb affirms that something horrible will happen; and each day Minnie affirms that if something really happens, she'll give twenty points to Syb to have been right. Martin, Martin Conrad."

The boy ended holding out his hand. Vy shook it smiling.

"Virginia Weasley, Vy for the friends."

"/Weasley/?" a girl exclaim blushing," Are you a relative of William and Charles Weasley? They graduate in June."

Vy bit her lower lip: William and Charles were respectively her grandfather and granduncle.

"No William or Charles in family, but two of my brothers are called Bill and Charlie and haven't graduated this year."

The sixth year Gryffindor's introduced themselves: the girls were Clara O'Casey, Amy Harts, Autumn Witheshine, Numeria Fallowdeer and Eleanor Goldrosés; the boys, beyond Martin, were Dylan Abercrombies, Rhesus Himmanis, Paul Grison and Horatius Cattleman. After dinner, the Gryffindor's went in their common room and stayed up to late night chatting.

Meanwhile at the Hufflepuff table, Adrienne and Xavier were "arguing" about their actual situation:

"Audrey, what will happen to us now? I don't dare think but.... every instant that we spend here is an attack to the temporal line!"

"Xa shut up and let me eat in peace."

But Xavier grabbed his sister by her shoulders and shook her.

"Don't you understand it? It could happen to us the same thing that happens to Cable's wife: apart the fact that she had already died when he goes in the past, but being modified the temporal line, she not even bears!! Irene Meryweather, what will happen if the same thing happens to our parents?!"

"AND DON'T CALL ME IRENE MERYWEATHER!!! You and yours stupid obsession for the X-men: you aren't more a child, it is time to grow up!"

" I'm not a child! And the X-men are a serious thing, and also my topic is serious!"

Adrienne tightened her lips looking blankly her dish and she suddenly began to hit her head on the table.

"I want to go back home! I want my Trudy! I want my manga! I want my blanket! I want my drums! I WANT MY CHOCOLATE!!!!"

Xavier jumped: chocolate?! His sister didn't eat chocolate since... since the 6:00 PM! And who knows how many hours were really passed since then! While Adrienne continued this absurd mantra, Xavier searched feverishly in his pockets at the quest of chocolate: not even a crumb. He looked around and his look caught Vy's red hair: perhaps there was a hope.

"Vy!"

"What's up?"

"Do you have some chocolate?" "

Why? No, don't tell it: Audrey is having withdrawal symptoms!"

"Yes! Then, do you have it yes or not?"

"Wretch: you know that your sister is chocolate addicted! Here, and don't let her eat all!"

A chocolate bar came flying through Great Hall and Xavier took it: he didn't have even the time to unwrap it that his sister tore it from his hands devouring it. As soon as given the first bite, Adrienne calmed down and glided under the table, whispering ecstatic:

"Mmh.... chocolate......."

Xavier stared at his sister sink into lala land and he shook his head, he then took the chocolate from his sister: he would never have allowed that she has an overdose!

" ... chocolate...!"

Adrienne whined resurfacing from under the table for one instant while the other Hufflepuffs looked disturbed at her and her brother.

Attilius talked animatedly with the Ravenclaw's, above all with Tiber Tidal, Ravenclaw's Quiddich team's captain. Suddenly, Attilius glanced passionately at the sixth year boy and said:

"Tiber, you have.... is there someone you like?"

The boy arched an eyebrow and shook the head; some girls blushed, other grew sad and other threw a sigh of relief. Attilius leant toward Tiber and, intertwined his own little finger with the boy's one under the table; he smiled seductive beating his pale eyelashes:

"Ah, good...."

Tiber turned pale: his face was a mixture of terror, nausea and disgust.

TBC

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Well, it isn't a great chapter, just a hint to the different relationships among the Phalangers and the '39 students. And now a fic inside the fic!!

Bonus of the week: the Transfiguration Professor and the Mediwicth

The Professor Dumbledore said goodbye to the teenagers and went away. Madam Pomfrey, after making the sleeping potion to Vy, reached him in the hallway.

"Albus, wait! What... what were you telling me before?"

She asked with trepidation. Albus smiled and, encircling her waist with an arm, he led her in an empty classroom.

"I don't want anybody to bother us, Poppy. I want to show you something...."

He said while he locked the door with a spell. Poppy leaned against the desk and grabbed its edges, as red as a tomato.

< Asclepio and all the Gods! What will he do? Kiss me? Hug me? Or... or... *sigh* I wish! At the only thought I feel wet! But... it would be my first time; I hope that Albus is delicate with me.... but.... and if I get pregnant? Before the marriage?! No, my family wouldn't forgive me ever and would forbid me forever to see Albus! No, I don't want to give up him! How will I do? How will I do?! Yes, I will do so: we'll run away him and me together and we will go faraway. Very faraway. So faraway that there won't ever find us! >

"Poppy?"

She started, awakening from her... er... "pure" thoughts: he smiled softly and she smiled back hesitating. Albus drew near and petted her cheek with his fingertips, he then grazed her lips gently: their breaths mixed, their bodies dangerously close. She could swear it: something hard was pressing on her thigh. Poppy felt a blaze of heat wrap her body, as if basic magma flows in his veins

"I am about to show you a thing that nobody, /nobody/ has ever seen, Poppy..."

The young woman swallowed and laid her eyes on what her man was showing her.

"Merlin! It's so.... huge! "

She said in awe caressing the smooth surface...

I am sorry but you'll know it in the next episode :P

P-chan

P.S: forgive me the errors about the X-men in the preceding chapter; Kiara has scolded me very, very much!!

P.P.S.: A special thanks to my beta-reader, Princess Selene , who now is helping my with my fic.

Merry Christmas and you can find the card I just did for all my friends and readers here: http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=132606