Harry Potter and the fire girl

[~*Hermione*~]

Hey this is a story about a character I made up called rose burnt.....

I'd read the story to learn more

Note: I am trying to submit this to mugglenet fanfiction so if you guys have any ideas how to make it better plz help!!!

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[~*Hermione*~]

can I still post it here?

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[~*Hermione*~]

Chapter 1: Lessons, a letter and an animal

Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into transfiguration and sat down in their usual seats. Ron and Harry were, as usual talking about Quidditch, but that was interrupted by the start of class bell, presently Hermione pulled out her homework and began proof reading it.

She wondered how many extra points she’d get for the 12 foot essay plus borders, headings and margins.

She was abruptly awoken from her daze by a door slamming shut which announced the arrival of Professor McGonagall so she quickly looked up.

“I know this is unexpected but please take out the book “Different forms of humans by Ben Loopy” and turn to page 20.” McGonagall said in her usual brisk manner.

Everyone looked at her for a moment then took out the book. Hermione turned to page 20 and stared. At the top of the page it read “Elementals/Gods”.

“Yes I know this might seem a shock to you all but as you cannot study them in Care Of Magical Creatures as they are very rare and practically indistinguishable from humans, you are required to study them with me.”

She took a deep breath and went on.

“So, let’s get on with the lesson. Today we will be studying what some people call Elementals and some people call Gods. Now, can anyone tall me why we call them Elementals and Gods?”

Hermione’s hand shot into the air like a rocket.

“Yes Miss Granger? Can you tell the class?”

“Well, they are called Elementals because the all have different elements like, fire, wind, water and many others. They use these powers as weapons, defences and a household item. They are also called Gods after the Greek muggle myths, like the God of fire or the God of water.” She said all this as though she’d swallowed the textbook in front of her.

“Thank you Miss Granger that is precisely right, 10 points to Gryffindor.” At this Hermione beamed and her eyes glowed.

“Now could you all read what Mr Loopy has to say on Elementals and Gods’, aloud, please? 3, 2, 1, go.”

By this time you would have a general idea about how the rest of the lesson would go, so I won’t bore you with the details, but, if you really want to know, Hermione got 50 points for her essay.


The next morning dawned bright and sunny. During breakfast, Hedwig fluttered down next to the milk jug, with a note for Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione leant over Harry’s shoulder as they read it. The letter was written in an untidy scrawl and read:

Dear Harry, Ron and Hermione

I know you get this afternoon off so would you like to do your homework and have afternoon tea in my hut. I’ve got something great I want to show you!!

If you can I’ll see you at 4:00.

Hagrid


“I hope that it isn’t another dragon” voiced Ron hopefully.

Hermione began to laugh “It won’t be. He’s had one before and he knows that after a while he’ll have to give it away because even he won’t be able to deal with it.”

“I just hope so,” Harry said quietly, “remember last time, he forgot all about his gamekeeper jobs. What do you think would happen with his classes?”

“I hope so too.” Hermione whispered, crossing her fingers under the table.


The first class of the day was transfiguration. Professor McGonagall had said that they would be doing another creature from “Different Forms of Humans”.

As McGonagall walked in, they all automatically pulled “Different Forms of Humans” from their bags and slammed them onto their desks.

“Could everyone turn to page 22? We’re doing Golden Children.” Professor McGonagall said briskly. Everyone opened their books to page 22 and once Professor McGonagall had made sure of this, she began to talk.

“Now, who can tell me what a Golden Child is?”

Harry looked around the classroom, and, predictable, Hermione’s hand was in the air, Harry deeply suspected she had read the book the night before.

“Yes Miss Granger?”

“Well, a Golden child is a girl or boy, though usually a girl, who is blessed to a couple who are very kind. The golden Child is beautiful or handsome, very smart and almost perfect in every way, though mostly in manners and ability. There are so little left because they were killed by Death Eaters on Lord Voldemort’s command (their ability to pick up spells so fast scared him) so the Ministry is having a tough time creating a new generation that is completely pure. That’s why they’re rare.” She said this again liked she’d swallowed the textbook.

“Right again Miss Granger. For Gryffindor I award 20 points. Now, could everyone read, out loud that is, what Mr Loopy has to say on the subject?”

The rest of the lesson passed exactly the same as the last so, you would, by now, know what would happen. That day went by with nothing that interesting going on except Neville malted his 20th cauldron and subsequently, getting detention.

Harry, Ron and Hermione’s last subject for the day was Herbology. When the bell rang they dropped their trowels and ran down the Hagrid’s Hut, then knocked three times on the big oak door.

It was answered by Hagrid, the surprise he wanted to show them in his enormous arms. Harry blinked, just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, but, sure enough, in his arms was a tiny, tabby – kitten?

“What? Hagrid usually goes for big and hairy, so why’s he chosen small and fluffy?” Harry thought.

“So this is the surprise.” Ron said, he was very relieved that it wasn’t another dragon,

“Yep,” Hagrid answered, “and she’s beautiful.”

They came inside and took their places in the three armchairs around Hagrid’s fire.

“What’s her name?” said Hermione as she scratched the kitten behind the ears.

“Well, I don’ really know, but I found her outside The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. She was wrapped in a bit of parchment.” He pulled a grubby bit of parchment out of his pocket.

“This is it.” And he handed it to Harry. In and untidy scrawl one word said “Rose”

That afternoon was an enjoyable one. Sitting doing homework in the cool hut, every now and again Rose would jump onto the wooden table, obviously wanting someone to play with, but being pushed down by a busy Harry, Ron or Hermione.


When this happened for what seemed like hundredth time they weren’t quick enough, and Rose knocked Harry’s open ink bottle. Harry wasn’t quite sure, but she seemed to have done it on purpose.

She began walking around in the ink getting her paws all dirty. Suddenly she jumped onto Harry’s open book, which was opened at the page saying Golden Children, and started getting her grubby paws on the borders but, surprisingly, not on the words.

She hopped off and began to nudge the right hand corner, as though trying to turn it. Harry turned it for her and she gave him a look that said “thanks”.

She jumped back onto the page, this time it was entitled “Elementals/Gods”

“What?” Harry thought out loud. Then it hit him “Are you?”

Rose nodded at him

“But… how?” Harry asked. She nudged the side of the page and Harry began to turn them until they got to the page on Animagi.

“Ohhh…….so you’re an Animagus, but, can’t you just transform?” Harry said in confused voice, but when he said the part about her being an Animagus, she nodded, though when he said the other part she began moving her inky paw around on a piece of spare parchment.

Harry picked it up. It amazingly said “Help! Stuck! ”

“Hermione,” said Harry uncertainly, “have you seen this?”

“Well if you were paying attention you would realise that Ron and I are watching over your shoulder.” Said Hermione, thoroughly annoyed that she had been ignored for over five minutes.

“Oh.” Said Harry realising he wasn’t paying attention to anything but the kitten.

“Do you know the spell to force Animagi to change into their human form?” he asked Hermione, curiously.

“I think so, but it’s hard, so let me think…” said Hermione pulling her Defence Against the Dark Arts book out of her bag, then started flicking through it trying to find the right spell.

“Got it!” she said happily after ten minutes of frantic searching

“OK, pass Rose over here.” She took Rose in one hand, holding a tight grip on her wand with the other.

She directed her wand at her and muttered something Harry couldn’t quite catch.

Suddenly, there was a flash of blue-white light that filled the hut. Rose was flung into the air and was suspended up there, twisting madly. Then she fell to the floor with a loud bang which was followed by another flash of light.

It was exactly how Harry remembered it. Three years ago he had seen the same spell being performed on Ron’s rat, who actually turned out to be Peter Pettigrew, one of his dad’s best friends, who later betrayed him and his wife, Harry’s mother, Lily Potter. All that was left of the transforming cat was figure of a girl who stared at them blankly for couple of seconds, and fell to the ground, unconscious.


After about five minutes the girl came round.

She stood up staring at Harry, Ron, Hermione and Hagrid. She was looked about Harry’s age and had brown, silky, wavy hair and a set of startlingly bright blue eyes that shone like sapphires. Her skin was tanned, her legs were long and her body was slender.


She smiled at Harry showing flashing white teeth and said “Um…Hi” she stared around at them all nervously.

“I’m Rose Burnt,” She paused then went on.

“I think I know your names……..Um… Well you’re definitely Harry Potter,”

She said as she turned to Harry then she turned to Hermione,

“And, you’re probably Hermione Granger? And you,’ She said turning to Ron,

“You’re a Weasley… Um... Ron?”

Silence, then-

“So,” said Hermione impatiently, “why are you here? What’s your story?”

“I’ll start from the beginning so you know who I am.” Rose said sitting in an unoccupied armchair

“OK…well, I’m Golden Child from my mum’s side. She was Lucinda Burnt, she never told me her maiden name, but I’m Fire Elemental from my dad’s side, and he was David Burnt.”

Here she paused, as though she was recalling a painful memory.

“My mother was taken by death eaters when I was two, so I grew up with my father, until I was seven, at that stage he badly wanted revenge on the death eaters, and got killed in the attempt.”

“After that I was sent to a magical orphanage, until the beginning of this year, when Dumbledore found my name on the list, he guessed what I was, and gave me a spot at Hogwarts. I was staying in Hogsmeade when some ministry officials came up to me and asked if I was Rose Burnt, the registered animagus, so, I said yes and they cast a spell on me turning me into a form which I couldn’t turn back, thinking it would protect me from death eaters, but, as you could see, it didn’t so I wrote my name on a piece of parchment that was lying around hoping someone would find me. Luckily Hagrid came across me so I was OK.”

“You’re fire elemental,” said Ron, in awe “can you show us?”

“OK, fine” Rose said as she stood up and turned to the empty fireplace.

“1, 2, 3.” She muttered under her breath and suddenly a great burst of fire shot from her fingers and landed in the empty grate.

“Cool” Ron said clearly amazed.

“You think that’s cool, well watch this.” She put her hands together in front of her chest as though she was praying. Fire shot from her fingertip swirling around her body like a shield.

“Nice” said Hermione, impressed, “What are your Golden Child powers?”

“I don’t have many.” Rose replied, looking slightly embarrassed.

“I’m more elemental than golden child. I don’t have the best manners and usually a golden child doesn’t have to go to school because they know all the spells when they’re born but, I have to be taught spells, but when I’m taught I’m really good at them. The only sport I’m good at is Quidditch. My mother was the best seeker in whole of England, according to Dad. She could have played for England, except that she wanted to raise a family.”

They talked late into the night, and would’ve gone on doing so if it had not been for Hagrid, who was dozing in the armchair by the fire. He gave a particularly loud snore, and somehow prompted Harry to look at his watch.

“Look at time!” exclaimed Harry, “We’ve been here for nearly four hours! We have to get back up to the castle before Filch catches us!”

it's pretty long but oh well

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Wow this is a good story, original too..12 points to Ravenclaw!

[~*Hermione*~]

I'm writing some more chapters they'll be coming soon