Alise Weasley and the six stones of life

Alise Weasley is Hermione and Ron's daughter, this is kind of the alternative 8th book of harry potter.


1. The First Stone

Alise's P.O.V. 

We were standing in front of the wall to get into platform 9 3/4. I was exited for another great year at Hogwarts but scared for my O.W.L.

"This is what I have been working for my whole life." I told my mom "What if I fail?" 

"You won't fail! This was just another easy test for me." She confessed.

"Easy! I barely passed some classes." My dad, Ron, butted in.

"Oh great that makes me feel better!"

"Alise don't worry! You'll be fine!" My mom encouraged me.

"Ya, at least you get to take the test! I'm just a stupid squib!" my twin sister Alice said.

She looked just like me, but for some reason she wasn’t a witch. She had brown with a tint of orange wavy hair. She had a couple of freckles here and there.  She was kind of tall but not extraordinarily, and as I said she looked just like me. 

“Don’t say that, you might not have magic but you are great at potions!” I felt bad for her, but she was one of the best potion brewers I knew. One time, just for fun, she made Polyjuice potion, we turned into each other. My dad, Ron, was all for it, but my mom, Hermione, was really mad when she found out. 

"Thanks. And there are other things I can do without a wand, like, Quidditch." 

"You're horrible a Quidditch." I corrected.

"Sorry Alice you inherited your dad's genes." My mom whispered over to her. Ron still heard, however. 

"Hey!" He exclaimed "I'm great at quidditch!" 

"We better be get over to the other side the train will be here soon."  I said changing the subject. We all ran through the wall between platform 9 and 10 in a vertical line. We got there just in time, everyone was boarding the train. 

"Bye mom, Dad, Alice!"

"Bye!" my family yelled back.

Every single cart was full except one, with a grey eyed blond hair wizard. he looked exactly like Draco Malfoy when he was younger.

"Can i sit here? all the rest are full." I asked.

"Ya, sure." the boy said.

I sat across from him, next to the window. "Ron and Harry moment," i muttered.

"What?" the boy asked.

"huh?- oh nothing, umm, what is your name?"

"Lloyd, Lloyd Malfoy."

shock crept over me, "A Malfoy" i thought. "I'm sitting with a Malfoy." I wasn't really surprised to be honest, he looked just like his dad, except completely different, i couldn't put my wand on it. He had the same hair, same eyes, same everything except... the look on his face was more innocent, more friendly looking and, well, cuter. 

"And yours?" He asked.

"Alise Weasley," I said proudly.

He just shook his head. 

"Let's not be arch enemies, sound good?"

"Okay." He said and then smiled.

'He has a cute smile.' I thought.

We sat in silence for a while, until i broke it. 

"you look sad," I said.

"No, just thinking"

"About what?" 

I wasn't being nosy, i just wanted to know a lot, sorry, sorry, scratch that. I was nosy.

"Nothing in particular. I was just thinking how it would be cool to be a prefect."

"oh i am a prefect this year!"

"than what are you doing here?"

"what do you mean?"

"The prefects are suppose to be in there prefect cart thingy."

"Oh my heavens! I forgot! Thank you so much for reminding me!" I started running out the door. "Oh my bags! How could i forget?"

"oh no, It is okay, they are transported to Hogwarts already." 

"Oh ya, Fifth year at Hogwarts and you would think i would remember." I said and then set off to the prefects cart.

The meeting was rather boring. We went over all the rules telling us not to abuse are power as prefects, to help the first years know where to go, to blah blah blah...

I was proud of myself, i was a school prefect, all my years before (except first) i was a keeper on the quidditch team, top in all my classes and i am  pretty popular. Mainly 'cause i'm on the quidditch team but having the last name Weasley helps a lot too. 

"We best be getting in our Hogwarts robes we are almost there" a Hufflepuff prefect named Sarah said.  

We all left to change and get ready to go.


"Welcome new students! And old ones, welcome back." Professor McGonagall the Headmistress said. "We will begin with the sorting!"

There was the old ripped up, ugly, brown sorting hat sitting on a stool he began to sign this little song:


"Oh you may not think I'm pretty

But don't judge on what you see

I'll eat myself if you can find 

A Smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts sorting hat

And i can cap them all.

There is nothing hidden in your head 

The sorting hat can't see

So try me on and i will tell you

Where you ought to be

You might be long in Gryffindor 

Where  dwell the brave at heart 

There daring nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff 

Where they are just and loyal

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

will always find there kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin 

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means 

To achieve their ends. 

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (Though i have none)

For I am the thinking cap!"

"When i call your name come forward, and sit on the stool, Dyer, Abigail!"


"Harris, Ava!"


"Nash, Andrew!"


My table all stood up and cheered for awhile, there were a lot of first years!

"my cousin is a first year, he hasn't been called yet." i Whispered over to my friend Lauren.

"First years are always so cute!"

"Hill, Justin!"


"Potter, Albus!" She called. I beamed, and said,

"That is my cousin! He wants to be in Gryffindor so badly!"


He sat there in shock he wouldn't move, his face got all red and his eyes all watery. 

"Um, Albus," McGonagall said, "the Slytherin table is over there," She pointed to a far off table in the back of the room. 

"But can I- My dad said that i can choose." He said Hoping he didn't have to be stuck in the one thing he wanted nothing to do of. 

"No, sorry" She said.

He got up with silent tears streaming  down his face.  He passed the Gryffindor tables and his third year brother, James, was laughing at him. Then he passed my table tried to sit down next to me but people shooed him away. He started bawling and he ran to the bathrooms. 

"Wow, he is taking it hard," Lauren said.

"Ya he did not want to be in Slytherin,"

"I can tell."

"I would go after him but he probably ran to the boys bathroom," 

"Do it anyways,"


"He is really upset, he needs some comfort, just go!"

"Okay, save me some food when it gets here."

"Okay I will." 

I got up and started walking towards the boys bathroom, I have never been in there, I have had no need to before.

"Albus, Albus you in there?"

"Go away!"

"Albus, Slytherin isn't that bad." 

"How would you know? Voldemort, Bellatrix, the Malfoy's, Crabbe, Goyle, and most of the death eaters went into Slytherin!" 

"Yes, but not all Slytherins were death eaters, just because you are in Slytherin doesn't mean you have to turn bad!"

"Yes it does!"

He locked himself in one of the stalls. And then Myrtle came out. 

"Did i hear crying? 'cause who ever is i will cry with you," She said "Alise was it you?"




((i am not done with this chapter but because it is really long i can't type more on this chapter so the next update will continue off of this one. so i hope you guys enjoy, comment, i need ideas also do you think Dobby should live or not? thanks!))




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