Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Harry Potter or any of the characters in it. I do, in fact own Alisandra so we don't have to worry too much about all that in this chapter. Hehe, 'disclaimer'...

Chapter One

Alisandra

Morning…her least favorite time of day, when the chandelier placed in the center of the stone dormitory came through the slightly parted curtains the most. Stupid dorm mates and their non-darkness prone eyes! You'd think that after six years they'd have the vision of a cat in the dark.

"MEEOW!"

Speaking of cats. Slowly Miss Alisandra pushed herself into a sitting position, her dark reddish-brown hair staying with her face instead of gracefully flowing behind her like most girls like it to do. In fact, Alisandra's hair always seemed to be following the structure of her oval shaped head only parting from it in the last few inches where it always likes to curl out slightly.

Reluctantly she parted the curtains more, even though she would much rather have magiked them shut until the dorm was dark and everyone was asleep again. She peered down towards the stone floor with miss-matched grey blue and bright green eyes, only to spot a small black cat with a large white spot on her forehead. "Morning Luna." Alisandra greeted, scratching her closest friend softly behind the ear. "I suppose I should get up shouldn't I…" She muttered with a soft yawn. She glanced at the other beds, all empty of course, and sighed agitatedly. The least they could have done was put out the candles!

Slowly she let her eyes wander over to a small silver pocket-watch she had found in a muggle thrift store. It was past morning and closer to the afternoon already. Did she miss a class this morning? Ah well, she would claim she had a head-ache and was feeling faint and had asked one of her dorm mates to tell the professors where she was. Sure the poor girl might get in trouble for not telling the teachers but Alisandra didn't mind that one bit.

She shook her head softly, trying to shake off the just awaken grogginess and refocus her train of thought. She rolled around in her bed a little to untangle her self from the sheets and gray fleece blanket that her sister had carelessly thrown away when their mother had bought it for her. She pushed a clump of the bangs that always found it funny to hang in front of her blue eye with a nimble pale digit. She let another sigh escape her lips as the hairs fell back in place, always being the rebel. Losing the will to care about her hair anymore she stood after nudging Luna away with her pale and cold feet. Slowly she found herself dragging her feet towards the full body mirror to try and decide on an outfit for the day since her overly baggy black t-shirt and gray pajama pants just wouldn't do, especially since they were practically falling off her slim frame.

Now I'm sure you have noticed by now this particular female is thin with porcelain toned skin, something that worked for her very well, not that she could care less. The skin tone was gained from her hatred of bright lights and love of the night sky, meaning most of her outdoor adventures took place at night. The thin frame came hand-in-hand with that, seeing as she usually only got two or three hours of sleep and always left dinner early. Though luckily those were the only negative effects her body seemed to have to her life style. She softly shook her head again, preferring to think of more practical things then beauty.

She scratched her head softly before turning to her trunk and falling to her knees gracefully. She unclasped the silver lock that held her initials and rooted through the items it contained, most of which being books. After a few moments she found a plain black sweatshirt and a pair of baggy dark blue jeans, a hole starting to form on the left knee. She changed quickly and glanced down at herself, adding white socks and black and white trainers as an afterthought. It covered her body, if not too much for the heat that lurked out side, and that was all that mattered.

On her way towards the doorway to the main common room she grabbed the watch and a thick book with the words 'The Complete Works of William Shakespeare' on the front. "I'll be back later Kitten." She bid good-bye, leaving the door open so Luna could come and go as she pleased.

She quickly forgot about the real world, completely entwined in the lives of Rosalind and Orlando and let her feet decide where she would go. It was quite a shock when bright sunlight caused her eyes to burn. She stopped abruptly, wincing in the new light. Her eyes adjusted slowly as the black spots drifted away. Not to mention the unpleasant surprise of sunlight in her eyes, her eyes where sensitive to begin with, the first thing she heard was the voice of that 'dashing' Gryffindor Sirius Black. Unlike most Slytheirns Alisandra didn't gag at the thought of Black and Potter as well as the rest of their little posse. Let those boys have their fun; it always gave room for a laugh at their mindless shenanigans and 'I'm too sexy for you' attitude. It was all the better they wouldn't have a clue who she was or what house she was in, then they wouldn't try and attack her and be all 'GAR! GRYFE HATE SLYTERIN SCUM-SCUM!! WE EAT J00!!' though that was always fun to watch as well.

When she passed by the boys, Potter lying on top of Black while he argued with a female, she broke eye contact with her book and glanced at the three of them, their plump little friend with the jittery look and Miss Evans not with them at the moment. She continued on quickly though, eyes returning to the book in her hands and decided to sit beneath a tree just in hearing range of the trio, curious of what they would choose today to make themselves even bigger fools.

Author's Note: So... I suppose this is the end of my first chapter of my first fan-fic If anyone happens to find this please review, I'd like to know what you think of it and if I ought to post more.

And, I suppose I should clearify what was happening in the last paragraph... my friends have twisted minds so the whole 'lying on top of Black' was... yea -shiftyeyes-. Anyways, Sirius was lying on the ground so James went over and sat on him. Sandra sees it all in a bad mind frame so she thinks of it as lying about on him. And Sirius is the one yelling, not James. That gets cleared up next chapter.

Okay then... Till next time, ta-ta 3