Elisha Dragone (Harry Potter)

(Marauders Era, Remus Lupin or Sirius black love story, I don't know yet)
Elisha Dragone is an Australian Muggle-born witch with an attitude problem hiding a huge secret, one that could make, or break, the wizarding world. With Voldemort on her tail the only safe place for her is Hogwarts. But being there will cause some problems. Mostly in the fact that she comes from another dimension, and that she holds the Harry Potter books in her possession, and is the only person who can read them. Is she ever going to be safe?


4. First Class

Elisha strode down the almost deserted hallway, dodging teachers and hoping she wasn't too late for transfiguration, that wouldn't bode well. She had sent an owl to Dumbledore as she didn't know the password to his office, saying it was urgent, and as a finishing touch saying it was about Voldemort to show him it wasn't some practical joke.

Barreling into the classroom, she sat down in the closest seat just as the clock ticked onto ten o'clock. Mcgonagall gave her a warning glare and began the lesson.

"In this class there will be no dilly-dallying and no talking. We are here to learn the art of transfiguration." She then proceeded to turn her desk into a cat then back again. There were ooh's and ah's all over the classroom, but she disappointed everyone by handing them all a matchstick and telling them to trasfigure it into a needle.

"Picture it how you want it to be and with a swish and flick, say the incantation and there you should be with a needle. Now, begin!"

"Par adherebit!" Elisha Swish-flicked her willow-and-dragon-scale wand, watching as her matchstick gradually became a perfect needle, already threaded. It shocked her to no end- how had she gotten it first try? Mcgonagall swept towards her, picking up the evidence of her magic and holding it up for the entire class to see.

"This is a perfect example of transfiguration, ten points to Gryffindor! Now everyone please hand me your matchsticks and then you can go." Elisha watched the others. Lily's had gone silver and pointy,  Sirius' had snapped in two, Peter's somehow ended up in his nose and Remus' had gotten thinner and had a slight sheen to it. James' was purple and sprouting flowers. It was really amusing watching him trying to stuff them all into his pockets so Professor Mcgonagall wouldn't notice. But she did, of course.

"Potter, how on earth did you manage o disfigure you matchstick that much?" James handed her a bunch of the pink and polka-dotted flowers. She raised an eybrow.

"Take this to Professor Sprout to see if she wanted. The rest of you, for homework this week you must give me a ten-inch essay on animagi. Mcgonagone!"

 Professor Mcgonagall strutted out, ignoring the cries of protest. Elisha sighed.

Well at least I already know everything.



Hey Potterheads! The really exciting stuff is happening in the next couple of chapters- this is just a filler. I hope you enjoyed. Did you like my 'Mcgonagone' line? I saw a picture on my ipod and couldn't help but put it on :D

ta ta for now,

the fruitloop (and llama) ninja :P

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