A/N: All Harry Potter references in this story are borrowed from J.K. Rowling and everything belongs to her. We are just borrowing this to say what we think goes on during the school year that Josanne doesn't write about because it would bee too off topic and make the books way far too long. ~Robbie and Nichole (At the time known as SiriusBlack1 and Nikita Snape)~

It was finally Friday, the end of the first week of Harry, Ron, and Hermione's fifth year at Hogwarts. Double Potions was just about to begin when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Professor Snape said temperedly.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Professor Snape. We have a new Gryffindor fifth year who just arrived this morning. Her name is Deirdre Grover." Professor McGonagall said as she came and stood inside the door. "Come in, Deirdre."

The girl walked in the door and stood by Professor McGonagall. Everyone gawked at her.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall. Miss Grover, you may take your seat by Miss Granger here in front. Don't just stand there, move," Professor Snape just about screamed.

Professor McGonagall left and Deirdre ran full sprint to her seat. She sat down and put her books on the table shaking. Professor Snape continued with his notes on the chalkboard.

"Hey Ron, did you notice something odd about Deirdre?" Harry whispered while Professor Snape had his back turned.

"Not really, why?" Ron asked.

"Because Deirdre looks exactly like Hermione, that's why," Harry said.

"I didn't notice at all," Ron said.

"Potter, Weasley, silence. Five points from Gryffindor," Professor Snape shouted and then went back to teaching. All of the Slytherins snickered. Slytherins knew that they could get away with anything they wanted to in Potions because Professor Snape wouldn't take points from his own house.

Potions seemed to drag on forever, but the bell finally rang. Everyone went down to dinner. There was an extra plate setting next to Harry's left; he was almost positive why.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you, Mr. Potter?" Deirdre asked shyly.

"Of course not, and it's just Harry," he said, smiling. It felt kind of odd for him to be called "Mr. Potter" by anyone his own age.

The food appeared on the table and Ron started to make a pig of himself. Deirdre just stared at him.

"Don't worry, Ron's always like that. You'll get used to him," Harry said, trying to make her more comfortable

"It's just that I've never seen someone our age eat so much and not show it," she said.

"I have a high metabolism," Ron said, drinking some Pumpkin juice.

"I can see that," Deirdre looked slightly amused. She turned her attention away from Ron and began to help herself to some food. She talked to Harry about her old school and friends while they ate.

When the last of the food melted from the plates, Deirdre got up to leave, but Ron stopped her. "Where are you going?" He was shocked that she had stood.

"Dinner IS over, right?" she looked at him, equally shocked.

"Yes, but what about dessert?" She looked at him and sat down just as the plates and bowls became filled with cakes and puddings.

Harry noticed that she looked slightly bewildered around the many British desserts. It was then that he remembered that she was not from Britain.

He began to point out the different dishes and explain them to her. She insisted on trying at least a tablespoon-size serving of everything. Harry stared as everything piled higher and higher onto her plate. His jaw almost dropped when she ate every bite and went back for seconds.

"What's the matter? Deirdre asked Harry as she got ready to eat her second mountain of desserts.

"No offense, but I've only seen one other person eat that much, and that would be Ron, as you noticed earlier," Harry said.

"Well, I need to eat lots of sugary things because I have a low sugar count, Deirdre explained.

"I understand," Harry said, blushing a little in embarrassment.

dinner ended and everyone went back to their towers. This was the first time Deirdre was going up to the tower.

"Be careful of the trick step on this staircase, Deirdre. If you forget it's the trick one, you'll fall flat on your face," Ron called back as he jumped over the trick step on the staircase.

"Alright, I'll be sure to make a mental note of that," she called up to him.

They got to the portrait hole and were greeted by the Fat Lady.

"So, this must be our newest member, Deirdre Grover. Welcome to Gryffindor, dear," the Fat Lady said with glee.

"It's a pleasure to be in Gryffindor," she replied smiling.

"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.

"You need a password to get in?" Deirdre asked.

"Yeah. Only Gryffindors know it. Professor McGonagall knows it because she's the head of our house. Wattlebird," Harry said.

The Fat Lady's portrait swung open and they went inside. Deirdre gasped at the common room. She was totally speechless.

Harry watched as she took in the huge beautiful room. Her eyes scanned the overstuffed chairs and crackling fire.

"Welcome to Gryffindor Tower. My home away from home." Ron walked up as Harry said this.

"Hey. What's going on?" Ron looked from Harry to Deirdre and back to Harry.

"Deirdre just saw Gryffindor Tower for the first time," Ron nodded.

"I felt like that too." He pointed at the astonished look on her face.

"Oh no! I left my stuff in Professor McGonagall's office!" The boys jumped, startled by the sudden outburst. Just as Deirdre went to dash out the portrait hole, Harry put a hand on her soldier.

She looked at his hand, then at him.

"Why did you stop me?" Deirdre looked confused.

"Let's go to your room first." She stared at them, still confused, but allowed herself to be led up the stairs.

Sure enough, her trunk was sitting at the foot of her bed, an empty cage on top.

"Where's Gwendolyn?" Deirdre rushed to the empty cage, snatching it up.

"They probably took her to the Owlery. My owl, Hedwig, is up there too. Would you like to go check on Gwendolyn?" Deirdre nodded, setting down the cage.

They walked up the many flights of stairs to the Owlery. Harry spotted Hedwig immediately. He walked over and picked her up.

"You stick out like a big, sore white thumb, Hedwig." He stroked her soft feathers for a moment and walked back to Deirdre, trying not to slip on the droppings.

Perched on Deirdre's right arm was a tall, majestic tawny owl. Deirdre was busily trying to tie a letter to the owl's leg with one hand. The owl was showing her it's tail.

Finally, Deirdre put the owl down and placed the letter on its leg. Harry stood behind her and watched quietly, Hedwig still on his arm.

Deirdre picked up the owl, spun around and screamed. Harry began to laugh. She hit his arm.

"Harry! You scared me!" He just laughed. She stalked away, feigning anger. He pulled a letter to Sirius out of his picket, sat Hedwig on the perch, and tied it to her leg.

When he was finished, he carried Hedwig to the window. Deirdre was sticking her arm out of another one. The owls flew away and they stood at the windows, watching them go.

They began to walk down to the common room, and arrived to find that Fred and George had set off a Dungbomb. Deirdre coughed.

"What is that awful smell?" She fanned the air in front of her face vigorously. Harry laughed.

"You'll get used to it." They then went up to Deirdre's dorm so that she could unpack and set up her stuff the way she wanted it to be.