Hi everybody.

This is my first fic, so that you know. It is called the Slytherin Lioness.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! The whole world of Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling.

I hope you like it!

The great Hall looked magnificent. Hermione was amazed, like every year. Only this year extra seats were added because there were more people; the 7th years from last year were there as well. Due to the war they couldn't be in Hogwarts last year, so they repeated this year and the new first years were added as well. Not that it mattered. The sorting was just over and all the new children walked happily towards their new House.

Professor McGonagall rose from her seat. She was the headmaster of Hogwarts now. She held her speech, but Hermione didn't listen and looked around who were back. She saw that everybody was back, except the one that had died last year. Suddenly her eye fell on a boy with blond hair. No! He can't be back. Why did he come back? She looked angry at him. He didn't look at her. She saw that his face looked older than it had before. He looked really bad. Just what he deserves, she thought. His eyes flickered to her, and they met hers. She quickly looked away. He wasn't worth her attention.

Professor McGonagall was ready with her speech and after saying; "Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment and Tweak." The tables were loaded with the most delicious food anyone could ever eat. Hermione looked how Ron took almost everything.

'Ron, I'm sure that there is enough food for the rest of the semester,' she looked at her boyfriend. She still couldn't believe that he wanted her. Ron just had put a piece of chicken in his mouth. He shrugged and continued eating. Well, she guessed that she would have to get used to that.

'Harry, could you hand me the potatoes?' said Hermione. Harry, who was in a conversation with Ginny, looked up and gave her them. Ginny looked happy, now they were back together. She had to admit, they looked perfect together. Suddenly the double door of the great Hall swung open and a girl came walking in. She had short black hair that was pointing in every direction. She was quite pretty. Hermione had the idea that she knew the girl, only she couldn't recall it whereof. She was wearing the Hogwarts uniform, without the tie. She looked a lot older than the first years. She was probably fifteen or sixteen.

'I'm sorry professor McGonagall, a ghost named Peeves had sent me the wrong way. My apology for being late,' She spoke with an American accent.

'Don't worry, Miss Black. I hope you didn't mind that we've already started dinner,' McGonagall rose again. Hermione saw from the corner of her eye that Harry flinched when McGonagall said "Black".

'No, not at all.' Black stood there not knowing what to do. She looked around and froze for a second and then she quickly looked back a McGonagall. No one had seen she looked at someone special except Hermione, who had followed her eyes and saw that they stopped at Malfoy. He didn't show anything. Black had looked at him as if she knew him, and didn't want to know him.

'Come, Miss Black, we need you to be sorted into a house. We have four House: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. These Houses will be like your family for the next year. Points will be added for triumphs and deducted for rule breaking. Come, we will sort you.' Black walked forward to McGonagall, fully aware that everybody looked at her. She walked to the stool and sat on it. McGonagall put the sorting hat on Black's head and waited for him to shout the house.

The sorting hat didn't say anything for a long time, it looked like forever. Hermione felt sorry for her. Everybody waited. Hermione looked at Malfoy again, she saw he watching anxiously, like she had to be in Slytherin. Only there for Hermione hoped Black would be in Gryffindor.

'GRYFFINDOR!' shouted the hat suddenly. The Gryffindor table loudest. Hermione looked how Malfoy reacted. He looked disappointed and angry. Not that she'd cared. Black stood up and walked to the Gryffindor table.

'Miss Granger?' said McGonagall, 'I expect you to guide her around the castle, telling how things work around here?'

'Yes, professor McGonagall, 'said Hermione, 'I'll do that.' She stood up as the girl walked closer.

'Hi, I'm Hermione Granger,' Hermione lifted her hand. Black took it and shook it.

'Hi, I'm Lyra Black, I'm from America guess you knew that. I'm sixteen by the way,' Hermione signed her to sit down next to her and sat down as well. Lyra was silent throughout the rest of the dinner. She only answered questions, with short replies. When dinner was over, Hermione lead her, together with the first years, for she was still a Prefect to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione was determined to make her feel at home. When the first years were to their dorm, Lyra was left behind. Hermione left Ron's embrace and walked to her.

'Hi Lyra. So? What do you think of Hogwarts?' Hermione smiled at her.

'Oh, I love it! It is different from MGS, just outside of LA, were I lived. This is so much more magical,' Lyra seemed more at ease now.

'So, why did you move to Britain? I mean, the weather here is worse here than in LA,' asked Hermione. Lyra laughed.

'I love rain, it makes you forget things. Just letting the rain fall on you, making you all wet. And I have family living here, they thought it was time I should come and live here,' Hermione listened carefully.

'So, what's up with you and Malfoy?' Ron interrupted them. Lyra looked indifferent.

'Malfoy... Who is that?' Lyra asked.

'He is a Slytherin, he has blond hair and he is an arrogant ferret. If you'll ask me, someone to avoid,' said Hermione. She walked to a chair near the window and sat down. Ron sat next her and they talked for a while.

'I go to bed, good night Herms,' said Ron and he gave her a kiss on the cheek and left to his dorm.

'May I ask you a question?' asked someone behind her. Hermione felt that her cheeks turned red and guilty she turned around. Lyra was sitting near the fireplace with a book.

'I'm sorry, but yeah sure, shoot it,' Hermione was actually quite curious what she could have to ask.

'Do you love him?' Lyra had put her book away and looked at Hermione.

'Of course I love Ron! Don't be so ridiculous. Why do you ask?' Hermione was surprised that Lyra had asked such a question. She loved Ron more than anything in this world, besides her parents.

'I just needed to know. If your relationship as good as you say it is, then you'll not be broken hearted. Ask him once if he loves you, the way he'll react will give you the answer. I'm going to bed now. Good night,' Lyra stood up, grasped her book and walk to her dorm. 'Oh and by the way, I don't need the tour. I'll be perfectly fine. As tomorrow is Saturday, I make my own tour,' she turned around and walked into her dorm.

Hermione was dazzled. Of course it was good what she had with Ron and nothing or no one could change that. With that thought in mind she walked to her dorm, changed and went to sleep. Nothing could prevent that this was going to be a good year.

This is absolutely absurd! This is not how it supposed to be. Now I can only hope that she could shut up and not tell anyone. That would be a disaster. I have to watch every step she makes and be a step ahead of her