*** Before you read you will need some background. Nicole is a girl who was supposedly kid-napped at age eleven. No one has seen or heard from her since. Harry and Nicole have known each other for a really long time, but what's the whole story? What will happen when she finally decides to go to school at the age of fifteen? But more importantly. Why? Enjoy***

CHAPTER ONE

She was running as fast as her high heels would take her, hiking up her large gown and taking care not to ruffle her hair or let her small tiara slip off her head of bouncing curls. She smiled to herself as she thought of the people's reactions. I mean going missing is one thing, but going missing at the age of eleven and being the princess of England is another. Oh, and how out of place she would be! She would be walking into a sea of black, and her scarlet silk dress with gold trim and accents would defiantly stand out. Arriving in record time, the fifteen year old princess took a minute to compose herself.

Nicole burst through the doors leading into the Great Hall and every head turned towards the beautiful girl. "Nicole," Dumbledore said, feigning surprise. "I'm sorry Albus," She began, walking into the room, "but I just couldn't help myself. I just needed to see if it were true…" She let her voice trail off because she had spotted him. The boy with the hair, black as pitch, was sitting right there, staring at her with his bright green eyes. "Harry," Nicole breathed. Harry stumbled out of his seat, next to Ron and Hermione, and said nothing. He just kept staring at her long brown hair, and her blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires in the candlelight. "Princess Nicole," Harry finally said, with a hint of a smile playing about his lips, and bowed. When he rose she flung herself into his open arms.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Nicole let go of Harry. "Everyone," Dumbledore addressed the school, "it is my honor to announce that the fifth years will be gaining a new student, Princess Astoria Nicole Greengrass." Whispers started up around the room and one of the teachers, Professor Snape, cast a worried glance in Nicole's direction, while asking, "Dumbledore, what about the four years of teaching she has missed?"

"Oh Severus," Dumbledore replied, giving a short laugh, "I've taught her everything she needs to know." Despite Albus' reassurances Professor McGonagall was also skeptical, "Headmaster, for once I agree with Professor Snape. And what about her house? The Sorting Hat only works on first years."

It was Nicole who laughed this time, "Oh don't worry Professor," the princess told her, "Albus had me sorted when I first came to Hogwarts. I'm in Gryffindor, like Harry." Dumbledore coughed, he was telling her without words that she shouldn't call him that in public, "Right, I'm sorry…Headmaster. It is going to take a little while for me to break that habit."

"That's quite alright; I know it's going to take me a little while to stop calling you Astoria." Dumbledore said. He was the only one to call her that and Nicole hated it when others did.

"No, Headmaster it would be okay if you still called me that, it suits you quite honestly." She smiled.

"Alright then!" Dumbledore's voice boomed across the hall, "Let the feast begin!"

Harry let Nicole have his seat, Ron on the right of her, and Hermione on the left. Then Harry made Hermione scoot over to make room for him. During dinner Nicole was swamped with questions that she tried to answer her best, and at one point one of the other Gryffindor fifth years, Seamus, made her laugh so hard her tiara fell of her head and rolled back to the table behind her. "Blasted thing!" she yelled exasperated, "I don't even know why I wear the darned tiara." She sighed and swung her legs around the bench to retrieve her it. She saw a blonde boy, who had to be fifteen as well, holding her tiara in his hand. "Is this yours?" He asked with a smirk that looked like he gave it out a lot. "Yes," Nicole said curtly, taking it from the blonde boy's hand, not bothering to put it back on. Nicole saw the boy stick his hand out, and despite them being at different tables they were still close, close enough for her to shake his hand so she did.

"I'm Draco." He said with a smile, a real smile.

"Nicole," she replied, "but you already knew that." She smiled too, about to turn back around but he said, "Here let me help," grabbing the tiara from her hand and gently placing it on her head. Nicole blushed profusely. Until that moment no one was paying the two any attention, but Neville, bless him, looked over at them. He saw Draco fix the tiara a little so it sat perfectly on her loose curls, and Neville tried to look away but his movement was so sharp that others noticed. Harry put his hand on Nicole's arm; Draco looked at it with disgust. Nicole shook Harry off before they both turned back around to their houses.

Nicole was very distant after that, only nodding and smiling when it was appropriate, but her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking about the boy, Draco, from Slytherin. He was so nice and was so gentle with her, but why her? She thought. She had seen him around school, before, but he was always so mean to the other Gryffindors. He called muggle-born people mudbloods. Surly he thought she was one as well. No one but Dumbledore and Harry knew that she was adopted. Her mum and dad couldn't have children, and they thought about adopting, but they didn't want England to know that the future king or queen wasn't of royal blood. Then one night her mother was sitting beside the fire, reading, when the door bell rang. "Your Majesty!" cried the servant who answered it. "Yes Alex, what is it?" The queen replied getting up to see what was going on. There was no answer. "Alex?" She asked warily, rounding the corner. And there he was, sitting against the wall, clutching a pink blanket for dear life. She rushed over to him carefully taking the small bundle from his arms. She looked down at the little baby girl and saw there was a note attached, naming the girl as Nicole. And from that day on she was the princess of England.

Nicole felt a pinch on her arm, "Oww!" she cried, "What was that for." She looked at Harry her eyes darkening. "You weren't saying anything." He replied cautiously. She sighed, "Sorry I snapped I'm… just tired that's all." She lied, "I'm going to go to bed." Squeezing his hand she stood up but he caught her wrist. Trying to stand up too he said, "Then let me show you where the Gryffindor house is." Nicole shook out of his grip and pushed him to sit back down. "There's no need Harry. I know this castle better than anyone." Turning her back on him and the other Gryffindors she called over her shoulder, "See you tomorrow!" And everyone in the room turned to watch as she stalked out of the room.