Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter. J.k Rowling does, I'm just tinkering around with my ideas. And NO Copying. I may not appear to be much, but I still can and will beat you up.

"Hurry! We're going to be late Diana!" A short, blonde-haired girl climbed into the front seat as the car pulled out of the driveway. "Ready?" Diana nodded as the car pulled into the train station.

"I'm so proud of you dear," her mother said.

"Bye Mum!" Diana called, scrambling out of the car. Her father was taking her trunk from the boot. She took it with a wave and headed towards the barrier. She stopped as she saw a dark-haired girl standing, bewildered in the station, looking around.

"Excuse me, do you want help finding the platform?"

The girl turned and saw Diana looking at her with ice blue eyes. "Sure. Thanks." Diana led her to a barrier and stepped through, dragging her along.

"I'm Hailey," Hailey said curtly.

"Diana. Now where's Alexander and Wynter?" she said, mostly to herself. Two kids materialized out of the crowd wearing black robes.

"Hey, Diana. Who is this?" Alexander asked.

"Her name is Hailey," she answered. Hailey smiled lightly and waved. Diana led her friends onto the train and took a seat in an empty compartment.

"So, Wynter, how was your summer?" Diana asked. Wynter sighed and broke into a rant about how idiotically stuck-up the Malfoys are.

Alexander sighed and raised his voice. "Shut up, Wynter." Wynter's harsh eyes sliced into his soul as she stopped her story to cuss him out in Latin. Diana sighed and turned to Hailey.

"So, I've never seen you around the Wizarding World before. What are you?"

Hailey answered, not taking her eyes from her book, "Muggleborn. Professor McGonagall took me to Diagon Alley after I received my letter."

(At Hogsmeade Station)

Hailey followed Diana and Wynter to a small boat sitting in the Black Lake. Alexander joined them as Hagrid shouted. "Ready? Let's go!" The small fleet of boats left the docks and headed towards Hogwarts, a looming castle in the distance.

The boats docked in the boathouse and the first-years clambered out. Alexander fell on his face as he climbed out, much to Wynter's amusement.

"Hey, check her out!" Alexander, after dusting off his face, exclaimed.

"Her" was a tall, bronze-haired girl leaving the boathouse, wearing black Hogwarts robes like the others.

"Oh, that's Brook Aspenelle." Diana informed. Brook glanced back at them and Alexander slid to the ground, shocked by her gaze.

"Seriously, Alex. Man up!" Wynter teased. The four of them headed up the stairs and entered the entrance hall.

They slid into alphabetical order and entered the Great Hall. "Now, when I call your name, you will step forward, I will place the sorting hat on your head, and you'll be sorted into your house." said Professor McGonagall. A rip in the brim opened and the hat started to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The students applauded the dilapidated hat, stopping when Professor McGonagall called out the first name.

"Abbott, Hannah!" After a moment's pause, the hat shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Aspenelle, Brook!" "RAVENCLAW!"

Brook hopped off the stool and headed to the right center table, unfazed.

"Bones, Susan!" "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!" "RAVENCLAW!"

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!" "RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavender!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Bulstrode, Millicent!" "SLYTHERIN!"

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!" "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Finnigan, Seamus!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Granger, Hermione!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Greyson, Wynter!" "SLYTHERIN!"

Wynter slid off the stool and went towards the far left table, a bright smile on her face.

"Longbottom, Neville!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Macdougal, Morag!" "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Malfoy, Draco!" "SLYTHERIN!"

Draco swaggered towards Wynter and she rolled her eyes, silently and desperately pleading Alexander and Diana to save her. Diana sighed in exasperation as a small, dark-haired boy, sat on the stool and had the Hat placed on his head.

"Potter, Harry!' After a suspiciously long time the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers. He sat down at the Gryffindor table and watched as other kids approached the Hat.

"Stevens, Diana!" "RAVENCLAW!"

"Telcontar, Nicholas!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Telcontar, Skye!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Thomas, Alexander!" "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Wayland, Hailey!" "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Weasley, Ronald!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

After dinner and the school song, the first-years were led to their dormitories by the sixth-year prefects. "Follow closely." The Prefect knocked with an eagle door knocker.

The eagle asked, "Which came first, The Phoenix or the Flame?" The prefect turned to the first-years and waited for someone to have the answer.

Brook piped up, "A circle has neither a beginning or end, so it goes on forever." The eagle bowed its head and the door opened.

"Gather around here please. Welcome to the Ravenclaw common room. Girls are upstairs to your right and boys, same on your left. Thank you, and I hope you have a good night." Brook climbed the stairs and walked over to her bed.

…...

Nicholas was jerked awake by what he assumed Ron's snoring. Across from him, Neville Longbottom slept, hugging his pillow. He looked over and saw Harry, Dean, and Seamus sleeping peacefully. He rolled his eyes and stuffed his head under his pillow, hopefully muffling the snores. A few snores later, Nicholas joined everyone in the blissful state of sleep.

Wynter sat in the common room, enjoying the warmth of the dying fire. She couldn't sleep because some of the girls didn't know how to be quiet when they slept. Being in the dungeons didn't help either. Hell, you could hear the boys bickering about absolute nonsense.

'Who cares if Goyle's socks smell like moldy cheese! I bet even Crabbe doesn't give a crap! Actually...his socks probably smell like cheese too...' Wynter bitterly thought. She curled up on the couch and fell asleep, listening to the crackling of the fire.

Alexander was roughly waken by the footsteps of his roommates as they left the dormitory to risk the quiet corridors of the school. He rolled over, tucking the covers under his chin, and fell asleep quickly.

Brook opened her eyes and looked around. She saw that she was in a spacious room decorated with banners of blue and bronze silk hanging from the rafters. An elegantly carved door opened as a young woman entered the room.

"Brook Aspenelle, right?" Brook nodded suspiciously as the woman continued. "I'm Rowena Ravenclaw. The reason you are here is because you and your friends seem to be the only living descendants of the four Founders." The door opened, and more people walked in. Brook looked towards Nicholas and Alexander, only to see puzzled looks on their faces.

"Oh Alex~! Look who it is~!" Wynter teased as she walked in. She looked very calm about this strange dream thing. She met Brook's gaze before it shifted to the Founders.

"I see that you have a very interested pupil, Rowena." A dark-haired man spoke, eyeing Brook and the other students.

Rowena snapped, "Of course she's interested, Salazar. She's my apprentice and heir to the Ravenclaw riches. That also applies to the other apprentices. Correct?"

The man who spoken and a tall, blonde-haired wizard nodded in agreement as the door opened once more, revealing a dark-haired woman standing in the doorway.

"Rowena. Godric. Salazar."

The three others addressed the woman in sync. "Helga." Helga moved forward, black and yellow dress sweeping the ground.

"I'll take the apprentices to get their uniforms. Come along, children." Brook, Wynter, Alexander, and Nicholas followed Helga down to the storage rooms and opened a heavy iron door. She waved her hand over four trunks and the lids opened. Brook knelt down and pulled a blue under tunic out, followed by a light bronze tunic that slides over the under tunic. Helga gestured to the trunks.

"These trunks contain your uniform that you will wear at all times of day to let others know that you are in training to the Founders. I will wait outside for you to be finished changing." Helga left the room as the apprentices took off their normal black robes and slipped into the uniforms.

Alexander looked up as Brook walked back towards the group, wearing the uniform of Ravenclaw. Her blue and bronze tunics glowed as one color in the brightly shimmering sunlight. He looked down at himself and sighed as Brook pulled her hair up into a tight French braid, securing it with an eagle barrette, jeweled with sapphire and topaz. He wore a pair of black jeans with a yellow shirt, and a black cloak secured with a badger engraved on the pin. He looked like a bumble bee. Wynter approached the two in a pair of silver, leather pants. On her torso, there was a dark green, long-sleeved shirt that hugged her form perfectly. A large, silver snake had been embroidered on the back and a hood rested lightly on her head.

"Yeah, I'm liking this whole Founder-thing-a-ma-what's-it," she exclaimed. "I mean look at me! I have an awesome ass! Geez, who knew."

Brook rolled her eyes and lightly smacked Wynter on the head with her wand. Alexander facepalmed. "Wynter…"

When Nicholas came out, he was wearing a pair of dark red, almost maroon, jeans and a long-sleeved golden shirt. Instead of a cloak, he wore a dorky-looking cape that was just a bit darker than his jeans. A solid gold lion was pinned over his right breast. In his mind, he looked heroic; very much the brave lady-killer he had always been. But in the minds of others, he looked like an idiot.

Helga entered the room and led the apprentices back upstairs to their mentors. Rowena was shocked by the similarities between her and her apprentice.

"Thank you, Helga." The apprentices immediately split off to stand beside their mentors. Wynter, Alex, and Brook sniggering at Nicholas's clothes as he followed his mentor to his study.

"Brook." Brook and her friends split off and followed their mentors to their studies. Rowena opened her study and led Brook inside. "Take a seat." Brook sat down across the desk from Rowena as she closed the door. Rowena picked up a bow carved from one branch of a Bronze Oak and handed it to her apprentice.

"This will be your main weapon while you train with us. You will only use magic when necessary. This rule applies to the real world as well."

Brook looked at her mentor and asked, "But for lessons?" Rowena smiled.

"You and your friends will cross that bridge when you get there." Rowena moved over to an extra quiver hanging on a coat hook, handing it to Brook. "Put this on. Never take it off." Brook nodded and slipped her new bow into her quiver. She looked out the window and saw that it was getting close to dusk.

"Rowena?"

Rowena looked outside and sighed. "I was hoping to start training today, but that will have to wait till tomorrow. You may go back to your bed." Brook vanished from Rowena's view.

Wynter silently followed behind Salazar. It was strange to her, how someone so average-looking, struck her to the core with fear. She knew he was dead; he couldn't hurt her because zombies don't exist, but her normally playful, witty, sarcastic self was cowering in the far corners of her consciousness. They entered a little, brown room with a table in the center. Salazar turned to Wynter and started to inspect her.

"I was expecting the Malfoy's boy, but I suppose you will do fine. At least you're a pure-blood," Salazar muttered. "Over on the table, there are some...Muggle weapons you are to carry at all times. When you put them in your belt, you will awaken." The end of his blabber sounded a bit recited, but Wynter didn't dare speak.

'Wow! Love the logic in my life! Flashing back to reality when you touch stuff. A normal everyday thing,' Wynter thought sarcastically. She walked over to the table and saw two shiny katana. This puzzled her, yet she loved it. She was a British person, using katana! One had a dark green sheath and the other had a silver one. As soon as she slid them into her belt, she "flashed back" to reality.

Alexander stood next to Helga, she spoke in a loud, clear voice.

"Alexander, you will be training with me." She pulled out what seemed to be a throwing knife and handed it to him. Alexander unsheathed his weapon, seeing the badger on the blade. "When it is unsheathed another will replace it, meaning you will have an infinite amount of blades."

Alexander smiled. "I won't let let you down, Miss Helga."

"I know, child. I believe in you," Helga smiled as Alexander left the room, going back to the real world.

Brook jolted awake and saw sun beams reaching through the only window in the girl's dormitory. Her bow rested on her back as she got out of bed, feet touching the cold floor.

"Morning, Brook." Diana greeted. With a quiet morning, Brook walked over to her trunk and opened it. To her shock, her trunk was filled with outfits in blue and bronze silk and cotton fabric. She changed swiftly and slipped on the bronze leather boots, after pulling her hair back with an eagle pin. She left the Ravenclaw Tower and headed downstairs.

Sharp eyes flashed open and they searched for the awesome katana and some sexy leather pants. Wynter breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted both. She was huggling, hugging/cuddling, her blades and her pants were folded neatly in her open trunk, along with the shirts.

'Weird. I never fold my clothes...eh oh well!' Wynter cracked her joints and pulled on her clothing. After she slipped the katana into her belt, she put her hair in pigtails. She wiggled them around a little. 'Oh! I hope they like hair!' She made an in-human squeal of excitement and headed upstairs.

Alexander awoke to the sound of birds as he silently looked around. His knife still attached to his belt, he smiled and went to his trunk. He saw his yellow shirts and black cloak he would happily wear. He fastened his cloak, attached his knife to his belt, combed his hair and headed upstairs to the great hall, beaming proudly.

Brook headed into the great hall and sat down at the Ravenclaw table. As she started to eat, she caught a glimpse of one of the other Founder relatives. She was walking and chatting with some random nameless Slytherin girl. Nicholas and Alexander were walking and talking together as they headed to the Hufflepuff table. Brook got up and walked over to them.

"Nicholas. Alexander." The two boys turned to face Brook.

"Brook." They replied in unison. Wynter jogged over to the Hufflepuff table, hair bouncing. Brook rolled her eyes and smirked at Wynter's childish behavior.

"I see that you have taken the Founders' rule to heart, " said Wynter. Brook pulled her bow off and held it in her hands. She turned away.

"Want to start learning our weapons?" Wynter smirked and unsheathed her two katana, almost beheading Alexander in the process. Alexander unsheathed his knives.

"Let's do this,"Alexander dramatically stated. Nicholas rolled his eyes.

"Stop it, you look stupid. Wynter, put those away before you cut someone's head off. Alex, you're gonna stab my eye out," Nicholas reprimanded. Brook swung her bow back over her shoulder and headed out of the Great Hall.

"Coming?" Brook asked. The three others followed Brook outside to the Quidditch field. Targets were already set up for Brook and dummies were set up for the others. "Now, the dummies are colour coded so Alex, yours are yellow, Wynter, green, and Nicholas, red. Mine are blue." Brook moved forward and nocked an arrow to her string. Wynter casually walked to her dummies and waited for Brook's signal to start. She didn't want to risk an arrow to her head so she waited. Nicholas seemed to have the same idea, but Alexander thought it was a brilliant idea to start all by himself. He unsheathed his knives and started to throw. His accuracy was great and his speed was fantastic, seeing as he hit 18 out of 20 targets after about 10 seconds.

Brook rolled her eyes. She raised her hand and brought it down. Wynter ripped her katana out and sliced figure after figure, grateful for the ballet lessons she was forced to attend when she was younger. Nicholas boldly unsheathed his sword and sharply cut through his dummies. He looked like a proud knight, battling for his king. He looked like a truly brave Gryffindor. Brook shot arrow after arrow, hitting the target with every shot. Unknown to the apprentices, students and teachers were gathering around the Quidditch field, watching in shock as four first-years were demolishing dummies used by seventh-years for spell practice. Applause sounded from around them, shocking the students out of their battle meditations.

"Very nice display. But I must insist that the students go back to their classes." said Dumbledore. Brook slid her bow back into her quiver and felt the comforting weight of thirty arrows on her back, hidden from view by a very powerful enchantment. "The four of you, I must insist that you hand your weapons over to me. They are too dangerous for first-years to have."

Brook snapped, "We will not give up our weapons. Don't ask for them again, unless you would like to be used as target practice for Alexander and me. Trust me, we don't miss." Brook walked away, followed by Alexander. Wynter, shocked at Brook's behavior, stumbled very gracefully behind the two. Nicholas sighed.

"I'm sorry for my friend's behavior, sir. Brook just has a bit of a short fuse. I don't mean any offence, but it's necessary for us to carry these weapons at all times. I assume you understand, sir," Nicholas turned and walked to class with the other students.

Surprisingly, they had the same classes, not following the house rules. The first class they had was Potions and even though they took Wynter's 'legal' shortcut, they found Nicholas, cauldron out and all.

"CRAP! Dang it, Nicholas I wanted to be the first one!" Wynter pouted. She went over to him and gave him a light little smack on the head. She then sat down to pout some more. Brook walked over and sat next to her as Alexander sat down next to Nicholas. Wynter continued to pout until Professor Snape walked into the room. She straightened up and hardened her eyes into a soft glare. As Snape glanced around the room, he met her glare and gave a brief nod that she returned.

'Being the only Slytherin in a potions class! That's what I call pressure! I hope the rest of the classes won't be so...awkward...with a capital A,' Wynter thought. Brook waved to Diana as Professor Snape turned to face the class.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. You are never to speak while I am talking, for you are to listen to my instructions carefully and obediently," Snape stated, deciding to lay down the rules at once, for he didn't want a repeat of what the Weasley twins did last year. Or the other years before that. Plus the fact that this class was pretty much Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students, save for a few measly Gryffindors and his one Slytherin. Right after his introduction speech, he set them to making a simple Boil-cure potion. Almost immediately, a few Hufflepuffs goofed up and were sent to the hospital wing. Wynter was suddenly very, very glad to be Brook's partner. Simple potions were the only ones she hadn't experimented with and finished to perfection. She absolutely adored potions. She made them in her spare time and to trick her neighbors! Hey, The Bungledwarfs are happy being homeless, so I don't see anyone complaining. It seemed Brook knew exactly what to do so she just did what she was told. Until, of course, Snape came by to look.

"You're doing great so far Brook, but you don't grind, you crush," She told Brook. Of course, Brook, knew exactly why Wynter had said what she said. So she went with it and continued crushing.

There's a Poll on my profile if you want to take a look at it. Eventually I'll write all the side stories that I can for this series, and start work on another story. Again, Read and Review!