This has been taken down, revised (in a big way) and put back up again. For those who liked it as it was, then I'm sorry, but it got to a point where it really needed to be redone. There will be several major changes to the characters, and hopefully it'll be better than the last one. Helen has been cut entirely from the fic.

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For all of my reviewers (not flamers)from the last version of this fic, thank-you so much, you are the best people in the world and I love you all. Hope you enjoy...

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or the Abhorsen books. Go figure.

Meeting

Albus Dumbledore looked up from his desk to the three teenagers who had just filed quietly into his study. He put the parchment he was reading down and surveyed all four over the rim of his half-moon glasses.

His eyes were drawn to Ellimere first, a stunning girl with black hair and dark eyes. The girl held herself slightly differently from the others, and it was easy to believe that she had been brought up as a princess.

Lirael was the next that caught his eye. Her hand seemed to be made out of some kind of magic, with a few odd-shaped marks floating through it every now and then. Her face indicated that she had lost someone dear to her recently, but the Headmaster chose not to ask any questions at that precise moment.

The last, Sameth, had sandy hair and blue eyes, giving him an innocent look that was belied by the determined set of his jaw, showing that there was more to him than what Dumbledore could see.

He smiled. "Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor Dumbledore, your headmaster. I hope your journey here was pleasant?"

"Not too bad, thank-you sir." Ellimere replied.

"Good, good. I assume you have taken the time to read up on a few areas of magic that you would like to study this year?" He paused, and they nodded. "Excellent. In that case, there is little more for me to do apart from wishing you all an enjoyable stay in England."

"Thank-you, sir." Once again, Ellimere spoke for the others. They stood up again, leaving the office as the Headmaster turned back to his paperwork.

Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione got off the train as usual into the pouring rain at the train station near Hogwarts. Crookshanks hissed as he was exposed to the weather, his claws digging into the basket Hermione was carrying him in.

They ran over to join Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom in a carriage at the end of the drive. Luna beamed at them as they settled down into the padded seats, while Neville grinned at Harry and Ron and tried to hold onto Trevor, his toad, at the same time. Needless to say, it was a dismal failure, and they spent the ride up to the castle trying to catch the toad, which slipped out of their grasp at every possible opportunity.

Harry was the first out of the carriage, to find himself face to face with Draco Malfoy.

"Well well well. Potty and the Weasel." He sneered. Ron immediately went red around the ears.

"Shove off, Malfoy." Harry told him, eyeing him with dislike.

"Hear about the new students from the Kingdom, then?" Malfoy asked.

"What new students?" Hermione asked.

"The ones who're coming over from an old ally of the Ministry of Magic. Completely magic country." Malfoy smirked. "Don't tell me you didn't know that, Granger."

He paused to wait for an answer, then, as none was forthcoming, carried on. "They'd better hope they're in Slytherin. It would be a diplomatic disaster if they got killed because of you, now, wouldn't it, Potter?"

The three Gryffindors looked at him in disgust, then turned on their heels and walked into the castle.

Professor McGonagall entered the Great Hall shortly after Harry and his friends. She swept through the Hall, followed by the new first years. She placed the Sorting Hat on it's stool and it began to sing.

I'll sing you a song of the Charter, the Shiners,

The sleeper, the waker, the walker, the speaker,

The thinker, the binder, and last the weeper.

That's the Seven, but not the Nine,

What of the two who did not shine?

Yrael had hidden, walking far from sight,

But lately he shone, joining the fight.

He joined with the Seven, scorning the past,

And in that meeting, strong magic was cast.

For the Ninth was strong, and fought the light,

But Orannis was lone, for all his might.

And the Eight did bind him, with many wards,

Buried under hill and broken with sword.

So ends my tale, of the Eight at least,

For four of my tale sit here at this feast.

And they will be divided, like many before them,

Like many who have in this war fallen.

Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw,

And the ones who have followed those gone before.

All of those here, grouped in one school,

The descendants of those who formed well their tools.

The Sorting Hat closed it's brim, and when the applause had died down, the Sorting began.

Harry barely listened to the names of the first years, instead he looked over to where Professor Dumbledore was sitting. The old man looked preoccupied and slightly worried, but when he saw Harry watching him, he smiled and turned back to the Sorting.

When all the first years had sat down, Dumbledore stood up.

"Another school year! They go by so fast! For those who weren't here last year, welcome, for those who were, welcome back! Before we can sit down to our excellent feast, I would like to welcome three students from the Old Kingdom who will be joining us this year."

He sat back down, and McGonagall called out the last three names.

"Ellimere."

The Princess of the Old Kingdom walked over to the Sorting Hat, sat down, and pulled it on.

'Ah, interesting... One of the Seven... Dyrim, I think. A powerful spirit, and courage, as well, lot's of that, but also a certain ruthlessness as well... Gryffindor or Slytherin? You could do well in both, yet I think... GRYFFINDOR!'

The second table on the right exploded in cheers. Ellimere made her way over and sat down to watch the two others being sorted.

"Lirael."

'An Abhorsen, I perceive, and a Remembrancer to boot... With the blood of Astarael... A librarian of the Clayr, I see. A love of books would suggest a Ravenclaw, yet... you too are divided. GRYFFINDOR!'

Lirael smiled shyly as she joined her niece at the Gryffindor table.

"Sameth."

'Let's see... A Wallmaker! Interesting, very interesting. You have the blood of Belgaer, I think... It seems all of you are divided, because you could be in Hufflepuff quite easily... Yet you have shown a Gryffindor side as well, in the fight against Orannis... GRYFFINDOR!'

Sam grinned widely and went to sit beside his sister and aunt. Professor Dumbledore stood up.

"For Staff appointments this year, I have engaged Magistrix Sarella to teach Charter Magic, which all of you will be studying this year, and I myself will be teaching Defense against the Dark Arts."

A cheer that shook the rafters sounded throughout the hall, originating mainly from the Gryffindor table.

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