Author's Note: Okay, this is only my third story. Please don't be too judgmental. If any of you have ever heard of Britt Nicole, this story is based off her song, "Glow". I have included an outside character in this story. Trust me, you'll understand everything later on.

*sneaky wink*

"Mum…." Mai whined dragging out the word. "When will Mia's flight land? It's an hour late, and nothing was said about it!"

Mai's mother sighed. "I don't know, Mai, why not ask her yourself?" she said motioning behind her daughter's back.

Mai spun around her eyes lighting up. "MIA!" she squealed running forward and throwing herself into her older sister's arms.

"Mai!" Hermione- or Mia as her sister called her- laughed, dropping her luggage and hugging her back.

Now, some people may have known Mai's older sister as Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinaire, but to Mai, Mia was her older sister, her best friend, and her hero. Hermione always put a glamour charm over herself when she went to Hogwarts. It was easier that way. She didn't want to have to deal with the drooling, the staring, the questions, or oh Merlin, Ron. Hermione was well aware of what Ron felt for her, but luckily-or unluckily; really it depended on the way you looked at it- Hermione didn't feel the same way. At home, Mia always took the glamour charm off. Without it, it was far easier to tell that she and Mai were related. Mia's hair color darkened to black, became pin straight, layered, reached the small of her back, and she grew about 4 inches in height making her about 5'10". Her eyes changed from a round shaped what she called, "mud-colored", to an almond shape gorgeous magenta that flashed dangerously when she was angered.

Mai looked extremely similar to Mia. The only differences were age, height, and eye color. Mia was seventeen-well, eighteen, really, what with her use of the Time Turner-and as such, going into her final year at Hogwarts. Mai was sixteen, 5'8", and whenever one looked into her eyes, they were reminded of hurricanes, and memories long forgotten. Mai was a witch as well. She never received her letter to Hogwarts however, and as such, was taught by Mia during the holidays. One could say that Mai was ahead of the game.

Mia's summer holiday passed quickly and uneventfully. She was glad to be home, and was actually disappointed when it came time to return to Hogwarts.

Two weeks into Mia's seventh year, McGonagall made a rather surprising announcement.

"We have a new student this year. Renegade Death Eaters murdered her parents, and she has nowhere else to go. Her Hogwarts letter never arrived, and we are only now aware of this. She should be going into her sixth year, but will instead be joining the seventh years. She will have to be sorted, and her sister will be resorted as well. That is all, thank you", Professor McGonagall said as she sat down.

Mia looked up sharply as the doors to the Great Hall opened.

"Mai…" she breathed as her little sister walked through the doors.

Mai looked up, having heard Mia whisper her name. Oh, was it mentioned that Mai and Mia had a telepathic connection? No? Well, they do.

Instantly, whispered conversations filled the room. Over at the Slytherin table, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy watched as the girl walked forward, showing no signs of being distressed by the conversations going on about her. Blaise noticed something familiar about her.

"Gryffindor", Draco whispered.

Blaise shook his head. "Ravenclaw."

Pansy Parkinson scoffed. "You're both wrong", she whispered. "She's a Slytherin. And so is her sister."
Both boys looked confused. "Sister. What are you on about Pans?" Blaise asked.

"McGonagall said that the new student would have to be sorted, and that her sister would be resorted. Honestly, don't you two blockheads listen?"

A little known fact about Pansy Parkinson was that she did, in fact have a heart. She was well aware of what people thought of her, and honestly, she just didn't care. Pansy was good friends with Hermione, and she knew her secrets. Pansy and Hermione had struck up a friendship in first year, when Pansy had needed help with a Charms assignment, and Hermione had needed someone to talk to. Needless to say, Pansy knew all of Hermione. She knew of Mai, she knew of Hermione's heritage, she knew of the glamour charm, and she knew how badly her two best friends would be hurting after their parent's death. All she could do was hope to be there for the two.