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Anitra's Dance	By : ceceng Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimers:
Still all J.K. Rowling�s. Anitra is still mine.

A/N:
Thanks for the nice review. I cannot, however, answer the questions � that
would give away the entire plot. :)

This
chapter, however, gives away a little more, but before you jump conclusions, it
is like the world of magic: Not everything you see is what it seems. ;)

Enjoy!

The
Clash of Two Cultures

�Is that
her?�

The
entire hall of students had been extremely surprised to know that yet another
student needed to be sorted, albeit somewhat belated. But they were even more
surprised to see who it was.

A
muggle!

Anitra
felt just a tad bemused when she took a step and thus began her journey towards
what she saw was an incredibly dirty hat. First, though, she had to pass long
tables full of kids of all ages whose tongues the cat obviously had got.

With a
little smirk she started that journey, spontaneously and randomly glancing from
side to side to see the faces of the intensely attentive children. God, they
were so young.

Anitra
had just stepped out of the hospital wing, into a school uniform, kindly
provided by Minerva McGonagall. If the ward had been quaint in her eyes, this
hall was certainly downright outlandish. And magnificent. Her eyes strayed to
the ceiling with its trompe l�oeil sky.

Woooow.
Cool.

And so
with her eyes turned upwards she never met the green eyes of a young man who
followed her progress with keen interest. Harry was fascinated. This girl�s
story was, in many ways, similar to his own. Six years earlier he had been
taken out of his muggle existence and thrown head first into the enchanting
world. And the first impressions had been staggering; though... somewhere in
the back of his mind he had always known that he was different, and it didn�t
take him that long to get used to the idea. For this muggle girl without any
magic powers at all, however, it must be impossible to grasp. Harry watched her
erect back as she approached Professor McGonagall with the hat, but, to his
surprise, detected no nervousness in her movements. Then she turned round. He
heard Ron hissing intently.

�Why,
but�s she�s prett... >ouch<!�

The
readheaded boy suddenly winced. Hermione hadn�t been too happy about what he
almost said. But Harry had to agree with his friend. She *was* pretty. Perhaps
not beautiful. But definitely pretty with her long wavy hair, slightly slanted
eyes and slim erect figure.

Anitra
sat down, curious to see what would happen next. She felt the hat on top of her
head � and then she had the shock of her life.

�Hhhhmmmm
� what? What is this??? This is the head of a MUGGLE??�

Anitra
jerked suddenly. Where did that voice come from?

�How
extraordinary! I have never been put on top of a muggle before. Hmmmm..
fascinating. Completely blank!�

She
suddenly realised where the voice came from and sloooooowly rolled her eyes
upwards, not daring to move the rest of the body. Then the hat�s wording
overrode her surprise.

�Wait...
whattayamean? Completely blank?�

Was the
old battered hat insulting her?

�You
have no content, my dear,� the hat replied musingly, �I cannot place you.�

Dumbledore
leaned over and said softly, �Our guest just requires a place to stay, Sorting
Hat, please.�

�Very
well, very well,� it grumbled. �Hmmm � a muggle who is not afraid of me. That accounts
for bravery. GRYFFINDOR, then.�

The
Gryffindor table cheered � a bit thinly. Nobody knew who this girl really was,
and the sorting hat was removed with a particularly dissatisfied expression, -
if a hat could have an expression.

McGonagall
guided Anitra to the Gryffindor table where Ron virtually hauled her down on a
seat next to him kicking away Neville very roughly in the process to make
place.

�Easy,
there, son,� she murmured. Dumbledore rose and the hall instantly fell silent
honouring his authority.

�I am
sure,� his rich voice filled the hall, �that you are wondering why we are
having one belated last sorting. It is due to unsual circumstances in which �
for the first time ever in the history of Hogwarts � we are hosting a
non-magical student, who will remain with us for the remainder of the year.�

A low
murmur started to ripple through the crowd.

�Miss
Anitra was found on Hogwart�s grounds, and as you know that is not supposed to
be possible. She appeared to have lost her memory, so we thought it best that
she is helped regaining it here where obviously something happened to her. I
rely on you all to support her in the best possible way. Do not � I repeat � do
not throw any magic at her. Since we do not know what she has been subjected to,
we do not know what effect it will have.

Miss
Anitra will partake in some of the more approachable classes, and I expect
everyone to behave courteously and decently towards her. Thank you, now enjoy
your breakfast.�

And as
usual, breakfast popped up on the plates without preamble. Usual for Harry,
Hermione and Ron. VERY unusual for Anitra.

�Holy
shit!� she exclaimed spontaneously. The table giggled.

�You
said the �s�-word, Neville awed at her.
>

�I
wha��?�

�You
swore,� said Hermione with an air of indicating that Anitra had been very rude.

�And?�
was the girl�s bemused reply.

Harry
grinned into his eggs and decided to enlighten her.

�The
kind of swearing you will hear here is mainly �wicked�, �bloody�, �eat slugs�,
that sort of thing.�

�That�s hardly
swearing,� Anitra argued while exploring her plate contents gingerly with her
fork, �Or... is it? Here?� she looked round apprehensively. Hermione took pity
on her and extended her hand.

�I�m
Hermione Granger.�

�Pleasure.�

�Ron
Weasley,� the redhead grinned goofily, earning another punch from his
girlfriend.

�Ne...
Neville Longbottom.�

�Ginny
Weasley,� Gin piped in, a couple of seats away (*another Weasley? Well, the
colour is a match*).

�Harry �
Harry Potter,� Harry said, wondering what effect his name would have on her.

The
effect was ... nada, zilch, nothing, niente, absolutely non-existent. Anitra
took his offered hand and shook it firmly with a weak smile while she murmured
�pleasure� for the fifth time. She didn�t even look at his scar. *Everybody*
looked at his scar. Except her, it seemed.

As it
was, Anitra only took a very cursory look at each of the introduced youngsters;
her mind was still hazy after the sudden apperance of food on the table. Not to
mention that talking hat. She did, however, notice a flash of green when she
took that last boy�s hand. Very green eyes. So rare with such a clear green
colour. She silently comtemplated her own eye colour and suddenly realised that
she really hadn�tlorelored her own body yet. First thafteafter breakfast: find
a mirror. She consulted her timetable. First class not until an hour after
breakfast. Perfect. The girl with the thick mat of brown curls opposite her
spoke again.

�I will
show you the dormitory after breakfast. I�m the head girl, you see, so if you
have any questions, you just ask me.�

�Thank
you,� Anitra smiled, trying to penetrate the fog that was clouding her brain.

*

Hermione
had left the Gryffindor dormitory. After having shown everything to Anitra, she
had wandered off, heavily loaded with an obscene amount of books with one last
concerned glance at their new house member. The Fat Lady had made a scene,
literally, at being forced to accomodate a muggle. Anitra had been on the verge
of telling this good lady what she could do with her permission and �pride�
when Hermione mentioning Professor Dumbledore�s name had worked better than any
universal key. The Headmaster certainly was enjoying an immense respect at this
place, Anitra thought.

As soon
as Hermione�s footsteps had faded, Anitra turned to the mirror and sighed. Time
to get reacquainted with her appearances. She closed her eyes and stepped in
front of her own reflection. Then she opened her eyes and cocked her head.

Not too
bad. In front of her stood a young girl of average height and long wavy hair of
a dark shade of tawny. The hair was parted in the side and kept falling in
front of her eyes, blocking her view. Well, that could be easily fixed. Her
face was sorta oval with reasonably high cheekbones, reasonably full lips, baby
skin and medium sized, slightly slanting eyes of an ... indeterminable colour. After
some contemplation, she decided they had the exact same colour as her hair. Weird.
Most of all, she she decided, she looked like a hybrid between somebody dark
and somebody fair. Her body was as lithe and slim as was the norm of that age,
and teeth were tolerably even. She definitely never had worn braces, she could
tell. She rustled her head. Now... about that hair....

�What
did you do to her hair?� Hermione asked anxiously wheny mey met again.

�Cut
it,� Anitra said, her voice completely devoid of any negative feeling. Her hair
was now of shoulder length which made her waves curl up a bit more bouncy.

�Why?�

�Much
easier to manage,� she smiled. She was taking potions together with Hermione
and her friends despite the high level. Apparently it had been Dumbledore�s
idea that the reasonably approachable classes should be those of last year, and
the more unapproachable ones, like arithmancy, should be younger classes. Anitra
didn�t really care. She knew she didn�t stand a chance in hell of understanding
*any* of the stuff being taught.

The
second she stepped in, she felt the undenyable presence of Snape even though he
hadn�t arrived yet. The students around her virutally crouched and drooped
their heads, as if almost expecting a whiplash right over their heads. Except....

Anitstifstiffened. Then, without offering any explanation to Hermione, she strode
across the floor to lay a hand on the shor ofr of a very blonde boy, who
immediately turned.

�Oh!�
she said, her voice leaden with disappointment.

�What?�
said the boy sarcastically. (Why? There was no need to be sarcastic).

�I�m
sorry. For a second there � I thought you might be someone I knew � or felt I
knew.�

His
manner changed dramatically. He suddenly smiled with selfconfidence and
extended his hand with a flourish.

�Malfoy,
Draco Malfoy,� he said quickly in an arrogant voice, accentuating �Draco�.

Anitra�s
golden eyes widened.

�Gesundheit.
Are you all right?�

And the
class behind her erupted in a fit of noisy laughter, the oppressing thought of
Snape evaporating.

A hand
landed on her shoulder and she turned and looked into the bottomless eyes of
the tall dark shape of the man who had brought her out of the woods. He wasn�t
smiling.

�Miss
Anitra,� he said in a particularly careful, icy and precise voice, �if you have
quite finished insulting Mr Malfoy, would you kindly take your place?�

Too late
Anitra realised that the boy had acutally been introducing himself. She winced
and followed the professor to her seat. Oops. Well, there would probably bemore
mistakes like that. Hopefully she wouldn�t end up making enemies of each and
every student at the school.

Anitra
positioned herself next to a broadly grinning Neville Longbottom, who just had
time to hiss: �That was bloody amazing.�

Okay,
gain some enemies, gain some friends. This Malfoy boy obviously wouldn�t be one
of them. Her glance strayed to him, wondering again about the flash of recognition
she had experienced.

Her
attention, however, was soon drawn to the greasy-haired professor, who had
instantly plunged into a very intricate speech about some vile concoction. The
students immediately hurried into action, sweat already beading on their
foreheads.

Only
able to observe, Anitra watched with interest how Neville plunged something the
cat dragged in into the cauldron he was standing An oAn ominous and rather
aggressive hiss from the bottom ancednced that he probably had done something wrong;
Snape immediately humiliated him verbally. Anitra looked at him in shock. What
the hell was this? What kind of teaching principle did they use here?

And of
course, Potter soon messed up as well, which was just what Snape had been
waiting for.

�Another
zero, Mr Potter? I see you haven�t improved over the summer. Not that that is
any surprise. Well, well.�

*What
the fuck?*

Eventually
Harry did succeed in making some kind of workable potion until a fat student,
obviously intentionally, bumped into him and made him fail the last ingredient.
Snape smiled and a shiver ran through most of the class.

�Such
clumsiness, Mr Potter. Are yelibeliberately trying to vex me? Detention.�

What the
FUCK!!!!!

Anitra
hadn�t realised that she had actually said those words aloud. The entire class
fell silent.

Snape
froze, his eyes squinting and suddenly turning very, very dangerous.

�I beg
you pardon, Miss Anitra?�

�I said
�what the fuck�,� she willingly enlightened him, completely unafraid.

�Ten
points from Gryffindor.�

�???
What�s that supposed to mean??�

�Has no
one informed you of the school house point system, Miss Anitra?�

�Dumbledore
mentioned it � but I�m not part of that!!�

Snape
had begun to move, but froze again. Everyone on the dungeon held their breath �
Harry, for once, included.

�Ten-more-points-from-Gryffindor
� AND detention. NOT NOW!!!� he thundered as she was opening her mouth to let
him have it, �AFTER CLASS!�

Well,
she did see some sense in that, so she shut her mouth, albeit indignantly.

They
were two equally angry combattant, Snape and Anitra, when they stood opposite
each other in the empty dungeon after class. Snape was fuming, Anitra was
boiling.

�Miss
Anitra, you are our guest, and it is not your place to criticise our rules �
particularly not in front of the whole class.�

She
couldn�t believe her own ears.
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