Rating:
G
House:
Schnoogle
Characters:
Harry Potter
Genres:
Action
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban
Stats:
Published: 01/05/2002
Updated: 01/21/2002
Words: 8,707
Chapters: 2
Hits: 1,338

The Founders Saga

Joan Spelldome

Story Summary:
Two heirs of Slytherin, both exchanges students (one from America, the other Philippines) come to Hogwarts for their 6th year. There's reincarnations, parseltounges, love triangles, and of course, Sirius' name is cleared. Harry lives with him now.

Chapter 01

Posted:
01/05/2002
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955
Author's Note:
Guys, this is my first fic. I hope it goes well and you enjoy it. This fic is based on my online friends at

The Magid and The Firebolts - Chapter One


It was a bright day. The 30th of August, almost a whole month since Harry’s 16th birthday. He was sitting in the Weasley’s kitchen. He had a last been given permission to go straight to the Weasley’s for the summer holidays. This was because Harry no longer lived with the Dursleys. He was now living with his godfather, Sirius Black, whose name had been cleared last year.

“Oi! Morning Harry,” said Ron Weasley as he sat down next to Harry.

“Good morning Mr. Prefect,” Harry said casually. Ron’s eyes, which were half closed (it was only 5:00am), suddenly snapped open.

“What?!”

“Prefect. You’ve been made a Gryffindor prefect.” He nodded to a letter on the table addressed to Ron. “Hermione too, she just owled me.”

“I-I don’t believe it!” said Ron. “What about you?” He asked Harry.

“Quidditch captain. All captains and co-captains got owled with a list of the house players. Most of them are first-timers. We’ve got…” Harry took a parchment off the table and read. “Seamus, Ginny, Katherine, Dean, you, me and…I DON’T BELIEVE IT!”

“What?” asked Ron.

“They put Colin on the team. Colin Creevy!”

"Harry," said Ron who was looking at the parchment from over Harry's shoulder, "don't worry. That's the reserve team. We have a... girl named Cecily. Who is that?"

Harry shrugged, "No idea. Must be a new student, exchange probably. Dumbledore said something about exchange students coming to Hogwarts at the end of term last year."

"Well, it's okay then. How about we owl Hermione? Maybe she can stay here or something. Sirius can, too, if he wants." said Ron.

"Nah. Hermione, yes, Sirius, no. He's busy with making marriage proposals to single mothers, widows, and other scarlet women,” Harry grinned and rolled his eyes.

Ron stood up. "Let's go owl Hermione now, then."

So the two of them slouched up and went to send Hedwig to Hermione. When they got back, the rest of the Weasleys were awake.

"Ron!!" shouted someone. Harry and Ron both turned around. It was Mrs. Weasley who had shouted, and she had tears in her eyes. But her tears seemed to be tears of joy, for she was smiling. Behind her, Fred, George, and Ginny were all grinning, too.... or was it smirking? Ron grinned at Harry, who grinned back, when he caught sight of the Prefect letter clutched in Mrs. Weasley's hand.

"You’re a prefect! You’re a prefect! And I thought it ended with Percy!!” She went over to her son and hugged him tightly. Ron actually turned pale from the hug.

"And you, Harry," said Fred. "Congratulations on being made team captain! Let's check the Slytherin team, shall we?” Harry nodded, so he, Ron, Fred and George went upstairs to Ron's room, leaving Mrs. Weasley behind, who was sobbing happily, telling Mr. Weasley the news.

"Hmmm.. Look here. Malfoy's actually team captain," said George, "They also have a co-captain. Joan... who is she? Never heard of her before. Wait a sec; it says here 'will be co-captain if sorted into Slytherin'. What's up with THAT?"

Ron looked at Harry. "Probably another exchange student. We got one, too. This Cecily girl...”

"How can you be sure that it's a girl? Not a-" said Fred.

"-Banshee?" suggested George.

"-or a boy with-"

"-big, nerdy, eyeglasses-"

"-who comes from—-"

"America?"

Harry and Ron smirked. Fred and George Weasley had now opened a joke shop, since they had finished school. Because of their shop, the Weasleys were having a considerable change in their budget. The joke shop earned over 5000 galleons a day.

"Nice, guys. I see you've been practicing your fill-ins."

All four boys turned around. Hermione was standing there on the door, with a big grin on her face. 

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The next day, Harry and Ron were awoken by Hermione.

"When I got your owl yesterday," she said. "I've decided to go to The Leaky Cauldron with you guys! Oh, and Ron? Your mother is still crying about you being made prefect! My mum, too! I can't believe I'm actually a prefect! This is like a dream come true!"

"Yeah, it's been my wildest dream to have to wear a badge saying Ronald Weasley, Head Boy,” said Ron with mild sarcasm. Too mild, Hermione didn't notice.

"So Harry, you’re Quidditch captain! Congratulations! How about we go to Diagon Alley to buy our stuff tomorrow?"

"Hermione, how come I have the feeling you planned everything?" said Ron.

"Because," said Hermione, "I did. So how about it?

Ron looked at Harry uneasily. "Sure," said Harry. "Want a game of Quidditch?"

Hermione looked a bit scandalized. "Harry, you know perfectly well I don't play Quidditch. How about I just be referee?”

Harry and Ron grinned at each other. "Forget it. Let's just go have a drink at Leaky Cauldron or something. I'm not in the mood to stay at home.”

"Sure," said Ron and Hermione together.

"I'll go ask Mum." 

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"Harry, you're turning red. Enough with the Dragon Bloodshot." said Hermione, sounding a bit concerned.

"Oh, buck up Hermione. He's only had 4 glasses," said Ron

"Oh, but, we're too young to drink." said Hermione reasonably.

"It's Dragon Bloodshot, Hermione. Two bottles has the same effect on humans the way 6 bottles of Butterbeer has on House elves." Then, seeing the petrified look on Hermione's face, Ron added, "But you know, this is mild Dragon Bloodshot he's drinking. Just the...er...perfect drink for sixth year Quidditch captains. To ease the Quidditch tension..."

"But if the effect it'll have on Harry is-"

"Okay, I'm done." Harry finally said. Let's go check the shops, shall we?"

"Yes, why not," said Hermione, feeling better now that her friend was starting to turn a bit on the pink side. It's not a good sign, but at least he isn't red, she thought.

The three of them walked away from the Leaky Cauldron and went to Quality Quidditch Supplies. Inside they saw a black haired girl, who was as tall, if not taller, than Ron, who seemed to be buying a broom. She was also very pretty, with an Asian face. Harry was first to notice that.

"But Miss..erm.. what did you say your name was, again?" said the clerk at the counter.

"Joan, sir," replied the black-haired girl. Harry and Ron almost laughed. Was THIS the Joan of the Slytherin team?

"Are you sure you want FIVE Firebolt 60s?"

"Yes, I do," replied Joan. Ron's eyebrows shot straight beyond his hairline.

"Alright. No problem on my side, but they cost 800 galleons each, I'm not sure if-" said the clerk grimly.

"No problem," Joan cut off. "I'll pay in cash, here..." Ron's mouth opened as Joan took out a green muggle-wallet and placed 4000 galleons on the counter.

"Where did she get all that money?" said Ron weakly to Harry and Hermione.

"She must be extremely wealthy, I guess," said Hermione. They watched as the clerk placed five Firebolt 60s on the counter and wrapped them. When the clerk was about to wrap the last one, Joan stopped him. 



 "I'd like to engrave my name on this one," she said.

"It will cost you, ma'am," said the clerk. Harry, Ron, and Hermione noticed there was a note of hopefulness in his tart voice.

Joan smirked. "Not to worry, I can do it in a second..." She raised her right hand and pointed to the broom end. There was a flash of silver light, and there, at broom tail, were the letters Joan Paula R. Yabao.

"So that's her name... Weird. Must be Asian," whispered Ron.

"OH!" said Hermione excitedly, "she's a Magid! There can't be any other ways!” Then, seeing the confused look on Harry and Ron's faces, she said, "Magids are witches and wizards who can perform wandless magic because they're stronger and have more power than the others. Common witches and wizards, like us, need the help of the wand to perform magic. They don't. They're extremely rare, and Dumbledore, I heard, had opened a summer school for Magids somewhere. Also, parents of Magids need to register their children once they're born. To keep track of records, you know."

When the clerk was done packing, Joan put the brooms in a tight bundle, performed a spell that appeared to make the broomsticks feather-light, and headed for the door. Or at least they thought she was, until she stopped in front of them, wearing a nice, soft, and rather intimidating smile.

"Hello. My name is Joan. Hogwarts, is suppose?" she said.

"Yes," said Hermione brightly. "We saw you doing wandless magic. So you're a Magid?"

"Uh-huh," said Joan. "I'm starting on Hogwarts this year. My 6th year, yours?"

"We'll be 6th years, too. So we could be in the same house if you become a Gryffindor!" said Ron, hopefully.

Joan shook her head. "'Fraid not. We could be friends, but I daresay you guys won’t want to hang around with a Slytherin? I'd bet my broomstick I'm a Slytherin.” Hermione looked aghast.

"How... do you know that?" she asked.

"Well," said Joan. "You'll just have to wait to find out. Wait until Hogwarts...” She smiled kindly at them, hardly noticing the petrified looks on their faces. Ron, for one, looked as though his best friend had betrayed him. Was she hiding something? He thought.

Seeing that nobody seemed to be continuing the conversation, Joan went on. "It's been passed down my family, you know. I'm planning on going to the Chamber of Secrets and try to nourish the Basilisk there. I don't think he's had some food for a long time. Of course, I've heard that the chamber's location was now…er…public knowledge, so I don't think anyone'll have a problem with that. I've been going to a school for Magids. But I also need a wand. So, bye."

With that, Joan went off, undoubtedly to Olivander's Wand Shop.

"Well THAT was a nice first encounter. You know Harry, you've been goggling at her a bit. Now I know what your type is. Asian women!" said Ron, smirking slightly.

Harry gave a small smirk. "Asian? You got any proof?"

"AHA!" said Ron. "I've got the number one proof!” He was almost shouting.

"Oh, yeah?" said Harry indignantly. "What's that?"

Ron looked quite pleased. "The fact that you have a crush the size of Hogwarts on Cho Cha-"

"Shush!" said Harry. "People'll hear you!” Ron grinned, and Harry smiled, too. "Well, Ron. Don't think I don't have the perfect comeback for that. I happen to know that you like smart, bushy haired, know-it-all brunettes. Smiling slightly, Hermione took both of her best friends' hands and led them outside the shop.

"Honestly," she said. "You two were making such a diversion. Did you notice that a few girls were smiling at you two? Unfortunately, they thought you two were just advising each other in a friendly sort of matter about how to get girls up your sleeves.”

"Oh we don't need to advise each other, Hermione," said Harry teasingly. "We already have you to advise us in the very unlikely chance we get dates."

The friends then visited different shops, meeting a lot of friendly faces along the way. Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Padma and Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hannah Abbott, and a lot more. A few hours later, they met Joan again, this time with Owlina Pransley, Head Girl, and Katherine, Gryffindor Chaser. Hermione rushed over to say hello, followed by Ron and Harry, who were straggling behind.

"Hello," said Hermione cheerfully. "So, Joan. You've met Owlina and Katherine?”

Joan nodded. "Yeah. We're friends. I know Owlina from the school trip she took to my country, and Katherine here was just a friendly face who helped me buy my wand. Look," Joan took out a nice, white wand that had a tinge of green in it. "Unicorn Hair, Yew, 9 inches," she said proudly. "Nice, wand that Ollivander bloke said. Not that I need it, but it's required for Hogwarts students."

"Uh-huh," said Ron impatiently. He clearly didn't want to be lectured on wands. "So, Joan, play Quidditch at all?" he asked, knowing the answer.

Joan smirked widely. "Does Harry have a scar?" she said, with Harry looking sheepish in the background. The 'does Harry have a scar?' comeback was getting pretty popular, not that Harry liked it. It was a bit overwhelming.

"I'll take that as a yes. I'm the Quidditch co-captain for Gryffindor, you?" said Ron superiorly.

Joan scowled. Does WEASLEY thinks he's all THAT? "I'm," she replied with as much tact, "the Slytherin co-captain. I'm an unbeatable beater. YOU, Weasley?”

"I'm the Gryffindor Keeper, and a rather superb one too, to tell you the truth."

"So," cut in Katherine, grinning a bit, "we're all on the Quidditch house teams, then". The group of teenagers began walking together, towards Leaky Cauldron.

"Actually, no. 'Fraid to say I'm not a sporty type," said Hermione.

"Yeah, you’re the ultra smart, brainy, know-it-all type," said Ron.

"With," added Harry "clarification. What Ron said was 100% true, right Herm?". Hermione scowled.

"Well hey," said Owlina. "I'm sure she'll be the Head Girl next year." Hermione glowed.

"That's a pretty high compliment from the Head Girl, Hermione. Consider yourself lucky. Owlina never tells me encouraging things like that. She only tells me things like 'Honestly, Katherine. You're not ever prefect material' and other crap like that," said Katherine.

"Well anyways, I need to go, guys. See you on the train tomorrow," said Joan.

"Err... okay." said Hermione. "Bye...".

Joan walked away towards the crowd. A second later, she was gone.

"Did she just-?" Said Ron uncertainly.

Owlina nodded. "She did. Going to Magid school, she was allowed to learn how to Apparate. I'm not too surprised, though. She's very powerful. Did you see her pet snakes? She breeds Runespoors and has a 60-year-old hand-me-down Basilisk! ".

Harry smiled uncertainly. Are these people mental?

"Well we have to go too. See you in the train tomorrow, Harry, Ron Hermione," said Katherine, nodding towards the crowd.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione said good-bye, and went back to the burrow. 

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The next morning...

"HARRY!! RON!! Wake up!" hissed Hermione sternly.

It was 9:30 in the morning, and they NEEDED to get on to the Hogwarts Express.

"Wassamater? Notyettiym, eh? Sit?" muttered Ron.

"What?" said Hermione exasperatedly.

"I think he said 'what's the matter? Not yet time, eh? Is it?' " Interpreted Harry wearily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, Ron!" said Hermione, "it IS time! It's BEEN time for 20 minutes flat!” then glancing at her watch, she added, "make that 22 minutes," with that, Hermione marched out of the room. Harry noticed she was already dressed.

"C'mon, Ron. I think we better get dressed for King's Cross," said Harry, starting to change his clothes. 

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"Ey, there Harry," said Seamus Finnegan, poking his head into the cabin. "Can Dean and I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

Harry nodded. Ron threw out his chest proudly as Seamus and Dean came ambling in. "We know, Ron. Quite a mystery, you know. How ever did you become a prefect?" said Dean incredulously.

"Hmmmm.... I'd rather like to know that myself, Weasley," said a cold drawl. They all looked up to see Malfoy standing there on the doorway. Accompanied not only by Crabbe and Goyle, but also by Joan.

Ignoring Draco, Ron said, "Joan, d'you... d'you really think it wise to be hanging around with riffraff like Malfoy?”

Joan shrugged. "No, not really. Draco's not as big a dunderhead as he pretends to be. If fact, I've known him ever since I was five. He's been nice."

"How?" asked Hermione.

It was Draco who replied, "Joan's father happens to be a wealthy associate of my father." Then, looking at Ron, he added, "I'd warn you not to make fun of her last name, Weasel-" Joan looked at him sternly, "I MEAN Weasley.... Can turn pretty nasty, us Magids can.". Draco didn't realize that Hermione was asking how could HE be nice.

"Excuse me. US?" Harry cut in sharply.

"Oh. I seemed to have forgotten to mention in our 5-years together in school, that I, Draco Malfoy, am also a Magid, Potter. My powers kicked in just this summer-"

"HEY ALL!" said Katherine happily, jumping into the cabin, accompanied by Owlina.

"So, Joan. We'll be hanging 'round Hogwarts together, right?" said Owlina.

"Even if you are guaranteed to be in Slytherin...” added Katherine.

Joan frowned absently. "You say that like it's bad. Anyhow, Draco and I were just discussing Quidditch tactics with the Gryffindors, here. But," she looked at Ron meaningfully, "our cute little, red-headed, freckled little Prefect may want to just discuss boring school events..." 

"Hey, no way!" said Ron defiantly.

"Right," said Owlina with a wink at Ron. "Who here's on their House teams?". Everybody's hands, except for Hermione, flew into the air.

Owlina grinned. "Okay. A less troublesome question: Who ain’t on their House team?” 

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