Disclaimer: Sadly, the beautiful, talented, wonderful J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me… The only things I DO own are the two made-up characters in this fic. ((details will not be given out…))

Author's Note: My made-up character may be a bit on the god-mode side… If you don't know what that is, it's when a character is really powerful, smart, or above everyone/everything else and can do about anything. He/She isn't that far, but maybe just a tiny bit… Got to take out my god-moding somewhere! Oh, I might not be on a lot, and if I take a long time to update, I'm really sorry.

Chap. 1 The Transfer Student

At the Dursley's

There, alone, Harry Potter sat. The Dursley's had gone out for a huge neighborhood block party and Harry was left alone in the house. The living room was empty and Harry just sat on the couch, looking at the fireplace. Ron had recently owled him that his parents were going to let him use Floo Powder to go and get him. "He sure is taking a while, he said he'd be here at 8 o' clock, but it's already 9!" Harry thought aloud, actually glad the Dursley's left him there at the house.

Just then, Ron flew straight out of the fireplace, covered in soot. Smoke dissolved in the air as Ron dusted his clothes off for the most part. He stood up, and looked around. "It smells weird in here... Muggles have odd tastes…" Ron said, completely oblivious that Harry was sitting right in front of him.

"Ahem," Harry said as he cleared his throat, "Hello, Ron." After saying this, Harry had to make sure to resist the urge to laugh. Ron turned all the way around before he noticed Harry sitting on the couch.

"Oh, Harry, that's where you are!" Ron exclaimed his face reddened with embarrassment. "We should get going soon," Ron added, handing Harry a small packet of Floo Powder.

"But, how are we going to get my stuff there?" Harry asked, looking at his trunk. "Hedwig went ahead to your house, but how am I supposed to get the rest of my stuff over there?" he asked, taking the packet of Floo Powder.

Ron looked over at Harry, thinking of how to answer. "Um, how about you hold onto your trunk, and it might come along," Ron answered, hoping Harry would be satisfied so they could leave. 'I wonder how these muggles can live in such an odd-smelling place. No wonder Harry hates it here…' Ron thought to himself, waiting for Harry to reply.

Harry sighed, and grabbed his trunk. "I guess it could work…" he replied. Harry walked inside of the fireplace, and opened the packet of Floo Powder. Harry cleared his throat, threw the powder down, and yelled, "The Burrow!" Green smoke was all that was left in the fireplace, and Ron quickly followed Harry to his house.

At the Burrow

Harry tumbled out of the Weasley's fireplace, his trunk shortly after him. After his trunk hit him, Harry silently cursed and stood up, brushing off the soot. Ron came through the fireplace after Harry moved his trunk out of the way.

"Oh, Harry, it's nice to see you again," Mrs. Weasley said, walking up to Harry. She hugged him, and then looked at Ron. "Ron, take Harry's stuff upstairs, I'll talk to him about youknowwhat," Mrs. Weasley said, shooing Ron up the stairs.

"Where's everyone else?" Harry asked, looking around for Fred and George, but then remembered that they ran away from Hogwarts the previous year. He was also looking for Ginny, but did not see her. 'I wonder what she meant by youknowwhat…' he thought to himself, and followed Mrs. Weasley into the living room.

"Have you been reading the Daily Prophet, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked, suddenly becoming serious, a trait she rarely showed unless something really important or dangerous was amiss. After Harry shook his head no, Mrs. Weasley continued. "Well, there is an article in here you should see, and I don't think I can summarize it well enough for you to understand," she explained, handing Harry the newspaper. On the front cover, Dumbledore was surrounded by photographers and news people, trying to walk away. Below the huge picture was the following article:

A Hidden Transfer Student! What is Dumbledore Trying to Hide?

Early in the morning, a young wizard spotted Albus Dumbledore at an airport. An airport is a place used by Muggles to travel long distances. The young wizard was at the airport with his family, and spotted Dumbledore with a foreign girl.

When asked about the girl, Dumbledore openly replied that she was going to be a transfer student at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry School, but when he was approached by news people and photographers, rumors spread like wild fire, and Dumbledore refused to say anything but this: "I will not spoil this girl's introduction at Hogwarts by telling you all everything now, but I will say this, when the clock is about to strike twelve, noon or midnight, do not be in her presence." More rumors spread even faster then the previous ones at this warning.

The young wizard has asked to conceal his identity, and so he will remain anonymous. He has also let us in on some information about the girl in return for our promise to conceal his identity.

The girl seems to have long hair, though the color cannot be certain, is assumed to be a dark shade. A dog, whose size cannot be confirmed due to the fact that he was spotted with only a quick glance, was seen with the girl only for an instant before the young wizard was to leave with his family. Nothing else is known about the girl except that she is a witch, and is not from this country.

If anyone has anymore information about this unknown girl, please write to the Daily Prophet for an interview. Thank you for your time.

Harry reread the article several times before he looked up at Mrs. Weasley. "Why is Dumbledore trying to keep her a secret? Why did she have to come by Muggle transport? What is that warning about?" Harry asked, hoping Mrs. Weasley had some answers.

"The only thing I do know is what is said in that article there." Mrs. Weasley said, sighing as she looked towards the stairs. "Ron and the others got so excited, and are already packed up for school. You are already packed, right Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Harry nodded his head, and Mrs. Weasley smiled. "That's good; it's august thirty-first, so school starts tomorrow. Ron sent a letter to Hermione about the article already and everyone's excited about school. I really hope they have a safe year this year. Sorry, I rambled on a bit, you should go on to bed." Mrs. Weasley said, standing up from the couch.

Harry nodded again, and quietly yawned. "Good night, Ms. Weasley," he said while going up the stairs. He was about to reach the top of the stairs when he remembered something. "Um… which room am I going to sleep in?" he asked, hoping Mrs. Weasley was still out there.

"Oh, sleep in Ron's room, there's an extra bunk there. Don't you remember?" Mrs. Weasley asked, and then said, "I'm going off to bed,"

Harry opened the door with 'Ron' largely written on the door. Seeing his stuff already there, he changed into his pajamas, and then fell asleep on the empty bunk.

The Malfoy Manor

"Father, why did you tell the reporters to keep my identity a secret? We had the chance to gain some more fame!" Draco yelled at his father, just finishing reading the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Lucius glared at his son. "Draco, are you sure you don't need glasses? It said muggle airport! If we announced we you saw the girl at a muggle airport, our reputation would be ruined!" Lucius yelled back at his son. "And don't you dare yell at me again, Draco." Lucius warned.

"Yes father." Draco replied, inwardly shivering at the thought of disobeying his father. Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy, mastermind of so many ways to torture anyone who disobeys him, even his son. "But father," Draco began, "why were we at that airport anyway?" he asked, watching his father, for the first time, hesitate.

'I can't tell him that I got a letter from that evil girl,' Lucius thought to himself, remembering the letter she had mailed him.

Dear Luci,

(yes, I remember that little nickname I gave you,)

It has been so long since I last saw you, ten years, were it? Maybe more or less, I can't remember. Well, I coming over on a plane, and arriving in London on August 30, and I hope to see you there! Does your son look like you when you were his age? I wonder if my natural ability to attract attention will work.

See you soon,

YouKnowWho

Lucius had crumpled up the letter and threw it in the fireplace immediately after reading it. "That just knows how to make me mad," Lucius muttered, and noticed his son still waiting for an answer. "Just go to your room, Draco," Lucius snapped at his son, watching him hurry to his room.

'What was that all about?' Draco thought to himself, sitting on his bed. "Dad got all angry all of a sudden when I asked why we were at that wretched airport." Draco said to himself, upset that his father sent him to his room, just for asking a stupid question. 'I bet it has to do with that letter I found in the fireplace,' he thought. A few days ago he found a letter in the fireplace addressed to his dad. He replaced it with a duplicate letter, and kept the one he found. He still hadn't read the letter since the very next day his dad said they were going on a trip, and found them at a muggle airport the day before.

After opening the letter, Draco found the letter easily flattened out. Reading the letter, he tried to keep himself from laughing at the thought of his father being called Luci, but what really puzzled him was how the girl knew his father, and was coming to Hogwarts. 'she must be someone else…' Draco thought, knowing it would be unbelievable for the girl to be the same person. 'If she's a first year, she would have been shorter, but if she's my age and year… Wait, if she's my age, she would be seventeen, and how could she have known my father when he was my age? That was over seventeen years ago!' Draco was greatly confused at this, and set himself to packing for Hogwarts to get his mind off the matter. He had fallen asleep right after he was done from packing, his mind still trying to put together the non-matching pieces of the puzzle surrounding the mysterious transfer student and his father.

At the Granger's

"Hermione, dear, I believe you'll have a wonderful time at Hogwarts this year," Mrs. Granger said, smiling brightly at her daughter.

Hermione was puzzled, "Why mum?" she asked, collecting her books for the school year.

"The Daily Prophet says there's going to be a transfer student this year, I really hope she's in your year," Mrs. Granger said, pausing to sip her tea.

"Oh, Ron sent a letter about that," Hermione said, 'I have an odd feeling that this is going to be a fun, but dangerous, year,' she thought. That article caused a ton of rumors, some saying that the girl was evil, that her dog was the grim itself, that she worked with Voldemort, (though no one was brave enough to publish his name) but no one seemed to think she was a good person.

Mrs. Granger noticed Hermione staring out into space, "Are you worried about something?" the curious mother asked, after seeing her daughter shake her head and continue packing, she continued drinking her tea. Mr. Granger was working, but Mrs. Granger had a day off.

"Mother, have you seen that new book I got for Arithmancy?" Hermione called out to her mother, scaling the tall bookshelves in her room.

"It's on the coffee table dear, you left it out so you could find it first, remember?" Mrs. Granger reminded her, seeing Hermione rush out of her room, picking up the book.

"Thank you, mom," Hermione said, going back into her room.

Mrs. Granger finished her tea and started to wash the cup. "It's getting late, so when you're finished packing you should go to bed. School starts tomorrow," she said to her daughter, hoping she heard her. Hermione was already asleep, her arms wrapped around a book.

A/N How was that? Was that a good start? I'll update as soon as possible! Flamers are appreciated to help me! Any suggestions? Please review!