Author's Note: Alright, let's try this again, This is most definiatly a Harry/OC fic, cause i love those, and i couldn't find any i liked so i wrote it. review and enjoy!
The sixth year at Hogwarts started, and another painfully slow summer went by for Harry. Possibly the only thing keeping him sane were his friends' letters, from Hermione, Ron, and the occasional letter from Luna and of course Hagrid. Harry's uncle and aunt now let Harry be, and basically lived on his own since last summer's occurrences, they didn't want anything to happen again. So as long as Harry was 'home' he was fine.
But this year Hogwarts still felt like home for Harry Potter and seeing Ron and especially Hermione again made Harry's hearts burst with happiness and acceptance. Draco Malfoy was almost none existence to Harry, though behind him he heard the usual insults, but now it didn't matter. And so the train ride passed, but much too quickly for anyone. Everyone had so much to talk about. Everyone had grown in so many ways, taller, more defined young men and women. Harry, found himself talking about the events at the Ministry, though the subject always found him in a cold sweat, but people wanted to know, and he didn't want to pass the opportunity.
As the voice came over saying they were approaching Hogwarts Harry excused himself to change into his uniform. As he came to the one and only bathroom in more than 5 cars he found himself waiting to change next to another he did not recognize. She was much too tall to be a first year, even though she was more than an inch shorter than Harry. He only really saw her eyes which where deep and full. The door opened she smiled at him going into the bathroom.
When she came out she said, "Yes, now I know who you are, but does it matter?"
Before he could say anything she had gone and he went into the bathroom, changed and returned to his friends, almost forgetting about her.
"Harry." Hermione said grabbing Harry's arm pulling him off to the side as the got off the train.
"What is it Hermione?" Harry said wondering if she was worried or mad.
"I-I.." she stuttered with her words, "I was wondering if you finished all you homework over the summer."
"Of course I did." Harry laughed, a little. Hermione paused, then a nodding smile came over her face.
"Good, didn't want you to get off over the summer." They began to walk, but Harry knew she wanted to say something else, but it could have been many things.
They came into the Great Hall, and Harry's eyes grew in happiness as his home shined again, it may not be the safest place in the world, but he didn't care. Nothing that bad had happened while he was inside yet. Voldemort had disappeared, not a word of trouble all summer. But as Harry took his seat an emotion hit him he did not expect. However much he loved this place and everyone here, he couldn't tell Sirius. And for another time he missed him, before Harry had put it all in the back of his head.
But he shook it off, he was around people who loved him for him and all the things he'd done to save the wizarding world, and with that last burst of emotion the sorting hat took it's place and the sorting began. First year upon first year came. Harry remembered it all, all of it when he was a first year.
He knew so little.
But as the crowd of first years diminished, one left, a girl, she was tall, much taller than the others were. With familiar brown hair. Dumbledore stood up.
"This year we have a new comer to Hogwarts, but she is not a first year. She is a sixth year. Elwyn Artensen came from a small Witch and Wizarding School in South America. She was born here and moved away before she was to start school her, and has moved back. And we are pleased to see her here. So let us she were she will go."
Elwyn…yes, Harry thought, that is the girl from the train.
She was placed in Gryffindor, sitting at the end of the table she smiled down the table looking at her fellow classmates.
"Harry," Ron nudged him, "Mate, if she is from South America she must speak Spanish right?"
"Not if she is from Brazil then she speaks Portuguese." Hermione rang in.
"She speaks English, at least some." Harry said looking down the table to her.
"How do you know that Harry?" Ron asked.
"She spoke to me on the train." Harry said turning back.
"When?" Hermonie asked.
"When I was changing waiting for the bathroom she was next to me waiting. She said, 'Yes, Now I know who you are, but does it matter?' She didn't have any real accent, not Spanish or anything, but she does have an accent but it's not from around here though."
"Odd girl," Ron whispered to Harry, "Not a bad sight though, better than Hermione or Luna, eh mate?"
Harry snickered a bit only for Ron's sake. They ate their dinner, which Harry much appreciated; compared to anything he had ever fixed himself. During dinner Hermione kept making eye contact with Harry, he didn't think much of it. Together they walked up to the common room, none of them where Head Boy or Girl, guess it was because their popularity or controversies. Harry was a little mad, when he first came to the school he made a silent promise to try to make Head Boy sixth year, but he didn't know what would happen since then. However, Hermione seemed the most bothered by that fact she hadn't gotten Head Girl or even prefect.
They came into the common room, went up to their rooms, unpacked and came back down to compare schedules. It looked as though Ron, Hermione and Harry had all their classes together expect potions, which was possibly the biggest let down. It was the double period. Since they didn't have potions together that also meant they didn't have a tolerable class together. Everyone was moving through the common room to see with who they had what. As people cleared through only a few clusters of people were left, which Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Neville together either on couches or chairs.
"I can't believe we don't have potions together this year," Ron moaned slumping into his chair, "I'll never last during that double period, why do you have transfiguration when I have potions and I have potions when you have transfiguration?"
"I don't know," Harry sighed, "At least you're with Hermione."
"Yah…" Hermione and Ron both sighed.
Harry's eyes scanned across the common room as he drifted away from the conversation. He noticed Elwyn sitting across the room with her schedule loosely in her hands and she looked into the fire with a hidden look of sorrow.
"Hey Hermione," Harry whispered, "What's the new girl seem like?"
"I don't know," Hermione shrugged, "She introduced herself, seems nice, but I don't know, I think she's only of those people who refuse to conform, very distant."
"Yah…" Harry showed he heard her but he was looking to Elwyn, "Has anyone talked to her?"
"Not that I know of." Hermione said slightly nervous.
"Ron let's go introduce you." Harry said getting up.
"What about you?" Ron said following Harry.
"She said she knew me." Harry shrugged.
Harry walked up to Elwyn sitting looking at the fire with Ron behind him. She looked up at him.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter, welcome to Hogwarts." Harry shook her hand.
"I'm Elwyn Artensen," She stood up shaking his hand, "We've already met. There are many rumors about you. I was wondering if I'd meet you again." She smiled at him, then looking over his shoulder she saw Ron, "You must be Ron Weasley, they wrote about you too. Don't worry Harry here doesn't get all the glory," She shook his hand too. But then a sense of shyness came through her strong character, "Would you mind if I compare schedules?"
"Not at all," Harry said pulling his out. It seemed that he had potion with her, and everything else, but two classes.
"Thanks," Elwyn said, looking over their shoulders she said, "Is that Hermione Granger?"
"They wrote about her?" Ron asked in astonishment.
"Yup," she smiled, "She looks as if she's waiting for one of you too, I'd hate to keep you here."
Elwyn sat down picking up a book next to her and began to read forcing Harry and Ron turned back.
"So," Hermione began, "What's she like."
"Nice, unusually calm for meeting Harry Potter." Ron said with a childish dance, "But other than that I can't tell."
"Yah, that's pretty much what I'd say. She's in most of our classes, or at least mine." Harry sat down next to Hermione. Ginny, Neville and Luna had gone off to bed.
"Well, I'm off, classes tomorrow." Ron stretched out walking up to the boys' dormitory. Leaving Harry and Hermione alone for a moment.
"Well," Hermione stood up, and so did Harry. "We've got classes." Hermione hugged Harry tight, "It's good to see you again."
Harry return the hug, "Yah, me too, I missed everyone." He sighed letting them stay there for a moment, then falling away, "Goodnight."
Hermione left leaving Harry in the common room. But he was not alone, looking around; it was Elwyn sitting in the chair, putting her book down.
"Looks like she was waiting for you Harry," she smiled getting up readying herself to go upstairs.
"Where did you say you where from?" Harry asked.
"Venezuela, but originally from Wales." She sighed, "I moved to Venezuela when I was 10, and moved back to her last year, a bit complicated."
"Why did you move?" Harry asked still on the other end of the room.
"Father's job….he's a muggle, with a job….yah…." Elwyn danced around the subject.
"What's he do?" Harry asked confused by her action.
"Nothing special." Elwyn sighed, "That's all. He's from the States. Everyone says I have a funny accent from America, Wales, and Venezuela. My mom was a brilliant witch though. I understand you've had quiet a bad experience with muggles."
"Yah." Harry said again confused with this mysterious and secluded girl, "Well I hope you fit right in here." She smiled, then looked pass him, "What is it?" Harry asked.
"It's late, I should get to bed." Elwyn said moving to leave.
"Wait." Harry said most unconscious of what he was saying.
Elwyn turned looking at Harry, reading his face. "Yes?"
"How do you know all those things about me and my friends, the papers in Venezuela couldn't have said that much about me." Harry said, but he knew he did want to say it.
"Your right," She said pausing, realizing he wanted he to tell him more. "Professor Dumbledore spoke with me. No, actually he was warning me. He knew I would be in Gryffindor. An amazing wizard isn't he."
"Warned?" Harry asked.
"You may be brave Harry Potter, but you are dangerous. I didn't even need Dumbledore to tell me that." She nodded lowering her head. "I see it in you."
"I lived through so much though!" Harry shouted, but not loudly, just with force, "Have you any idea what bravery is!"
"I'm not here to fight you." She shook her head, "I do know what you did, and the bravery it required. But are there other things you could have done?"
"What? Yes?" Harry was confused. Who is this girl?
"Well. I don't think there is much I can tell you, because words won't make you understand." She turned with a smile and left, but her eyes were with much more sorrow then when he met her. Harry went off to bed and woke early. Her words left thought running through his head. Was he right to do all the things he did? She doesn't know what he's been through! How could she speak to me like that? But wait, what was she hinting at? "I don't thing there is much I can tell you, because words won't make you understand"
A/N: It's summer so it takes me less time to update, please keep reading and if you really in the mood you could check out my other (very limited) stuff, why not, coudn't hurt right! See you later!