It had been almost a four years since Sara had seen Hogwarts for the first time but it still took her breath away each time she arrived. As she road in a theresal drawn carriage her thick, long,
brown hair flowed behind her shoulders. Even though there was a wind and most of the other students shuddered, Sara did not. She liked the wind engulfing her and even though it was semi cold, it still felt really good. No one else could understand why she wore tank tops in the autumn or shorts in the winter but it was their own fault because they never believed her that she used to live in Alaska. Compared to Alaska it was really warm at Hogwarts all year long. However this was not the only thing that set her apart from the others. She was also different because she had deep violet eyes. As Sara got out of the carriage she almost fell, bumping into a passer by. "S-s-s-s-sor-r-ry!" Sara stammered as she looked up and saw who it was. He was taller than she, had black messy hair, glasses, and the famous lightning bolt scar. 'Oh great' she thought as she gulped. Still looking up she saw that his emerald eyes were transfixed on her own violet eyes. Sara could feel her cheeks start to get warm and right at that moment "HARRRRRY! HEY HARRRRY! Oh... ummm... yeah..." A red headed boy ran up and immediately stopped when Sara looked over at him. "Hey Ron!" Harry said as he glanced in the direction Sara was looking.

"Sorry again." Sara managed to squeak out.

"Oh yeah," Harry replied. "No problem... doya do you need any help with your trunk?" He asked. "Erm... Yeah but you don't have to... I'll manage." Sara quickly said.

"Hey what year are you in again Sara?" Harry inquired.

"I am in fifth year." Sara replied. "Wait a second! How did you know my name?"

"Who doesn't know yourname!?!?" Ron pretty much shouted at her in unbelief.

"Um... I don't, I don't know... perhaps someone who has never met me!" Sara yelled back.

She was furious that this Ron boy was being such a dumb ass about everything. She quickly snatched up her trunk and stormed up to the castle, not once looking back.

"Nice goin'. Now she is never going to talk to us ever again Ron!"

"Why do you care if a girl a year younger than us doesn't talk to us?"

"Because, because, she seems like a nice girl."

"A nice girl? Are you outta your bloody mind! She is a bipolar, purple eyed, freak!"

"NO Shes Not!" Harry snapped back at Ron. "S-sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"It's... it's okay mate you just were a bit... hey wait! Do you actually like like her?"

"No! Shes just... Dumbledore told me that it would be best if I befriended her."

"Why?"

"Because it's better if she is on our side and not a supporter of Voldemort."

"Ooooh. I get it. Oops. Hey how about we get up to the castle now, I am starving!"

So the two boys headed up towards the castle with the wind at their backs.

As Sara neared the castle her eyes widened. There, sitting on a three legged stool sat Filch the schools hall monitor/ janitor of sorts. 'Ick," she thought. 'he still works here?' Memories of him chasing her and her friends down the hallways filled her mind and she laughed to herself. As Sara put her luggage with the rest of the trunks a familiar person started walking by. He smiled at her with his perfectly straight, white teeth and she ran over to him and tackled him down to the ground. "Pinned ya!" Sara said triumphantly. "Yeah you did." The boy said back rubbing his head. "It's been a long time since you've done that to me and actually won."

"Heyyy." Sara said smiling. She felt like they were at his house again from that summer a long long time ago... or so it seemed like it. He had changed too, not much but still there was something definitely different about him.

"So how and where have you been?"

"Oh, I have been fine I suppose. And I am not supposed to tell you were... but it was ministry business. That much I can tell you." Sara shot a grin at him then continued, "So how about you? Long time no see! Oh and um who's that girl over there looking at you?" The boy quickly shot up and pushed Sara away from him. As he ran over to the black haired, pug faced, girl he shouted, "Pansy! It's so wonderful to..."

"Who is she!?!" Pansy bellowed across the entrance hall.

"Oh! Um, that is one of my old friends. I have known her since I was two." He tried calming her down.

"But WHO is she!?! Or What is she!??! Drakie Poo, you can answer either of them since she obviously is not human!" She shouted at him.

Sara tried to conceal her smile and hide her laughter but there was no way possible on the earth to hide it. The look on Pansy and Draco's faces were hilarious! Pansy looked like a raging bull and Draco looked like a terrified Matador. Sara doubled over with laughter along with some of the other students making Pansy even madder. "Fine then! Don't tell me who or what she is... I'll... I'll... you'll tell me in the common room later! Right!?!" Draco didn't say anything but a bit of color flushed his cheeks and with that Pansy stomped off.

Still laughing Sara walked over to Draco. "So...tehehe...who was that?... hahaha... was that your guuurl friend? Drakie Poo!" The students in the entrance hall roared with laughter. "Oh, Shut Up!" Draco said, glaring at Sara before walking off towards the Great Hall. Everyone else continued laughing but Sara didn't. She wanted to know what had happened to the Draco she used to love and know. The Draco that was her best friend even though she moved a lot from place to place. The Draco that laughed at himself, that had a smile glued to his face. The Draco that had no worries and ran around and played with her. The Draco that didn't care what others thought. 'What happened to the Draco that I once knew?' Sara pondered as she took a seat at the Slytherin table. When everyone was seated and stopped talking Dumbledore started his speech. After Dumbledore the Sorting Hat said his little poem song and then sorted the new students into the four houses. After all of the students were sorted the feast began.