Amira Heiwa had a secret. Her name wasn't actually Amira. She disliked how common her name was, so she asked Professor Longbottom (who had come to explain everything to her) if he could change her name on the roll sheet, which he did. Including her last name, which no one ever got right. They always pronounced it the French way, even though it was German. It was a German-French name though, originated close to the border. Amira was actually Sara, but everything he here knew her as Amira. She also preferred to be called Amira.

Amira was sitting across from James in the compartment. Bozho was in his lap, nose twitching. They were almost at Hogwarts now. Amira wondered if they'd let her keep Bozho, and if they didn't, she would smuggle him in.

This human is becoming cold, Lady Sara thought Bozho into her head. As a side effect of saving him, Amira learned that jackalopes could communicate telepathically to special people. She could also communicate to him. As another side effect, he referred to her as "Lady Sara" or "Lady Amira" which he used interchangeably.

Amira pulled out a blanket.

"Bozho, come here, you cold jackalope." She said. Immediately he jumped out of James' lap and into hers, where she wrapped him in a blanket. James looked at her weirdly.

"How'd you know he was cold?" Layla asked.

"I could see him shaking, Layla. Duh." She smiled at her, then at James. She couldn't look at those hazel eyes that matched hers for very long before she turned back to stroking Bozho.

Why is your heart beating so fast, Lady Amira? Asked Bozho.

I like James, Nanabozho. When you like someone, sometimes your heart rate goes faster without you meaning to. She thought

So? I like you and my heart doesn't beat that fast for you. Thought back the jackalope. Amira blushed.

Different kind of like, Bozho. She thought.

"Why're you blushing, Amira?" Asked James' cousin... Arabella?

"I am?" Said Amira, faking stupidity for a second. Her blush disappeared. "Didn't know I was."

Suddenly there was a small explosion. Amira looked up to see Frank and Quentin had pulled out a game of Exploding Snap earlier, and Quentin had just lost, again.

"It's okay Quentin. Maybe next time." Said Alice, patting him on the back. Edward glanced at his watch for the third time in as many minutes. He'd been checking his watch ever since the boys pulled out exploding snap.

"Five minutes until we stop. Time to change." He said, standing up. He left the compartment, Frank, Quentin, and James following behind him.

Look away Bozho she thought. Bozho thankfully looked away.

Amira, Alice, Arabella, and Layla changed just in time for the train to creak to a stop and the boys to come back in.

"We all ready?" Asked Frank.

"Yeah Seer, lets go." Said Quentin.

Everyone hurried of the train as Professor McMac was calling out to the first years. They all walked over to the carriages, which were carrying themselves, which Amira thought was cool. Bozho stiffened in her arms.

What's that drawing the carriages? He asked. Amira looked at him confusedly.

There's nothing drawing the carriages, Bozho She said back to him.

Yes there are. Black, skeletal, winged horses. He said.

I'll ask James. She said. Amira caught up to James as he was eneyering the carriage.

"James, is there anything pulling the carriages? They seem to be pulling themselves." She asked nonchalantly. James stiffened.

"They're pulling by invisible skeletal winged horses called thestrals, that can only be seen by those who have seen death. My dad can see them." He said, relaxing a little bit.

Bozho, did you hear that? She asked.

Yes. And if you're wondering, I saw my mate, my children, my parents, and my siblings get killed by a falling tree during a thunderstorm He said stiffly, before burrowing his head deeper into her arms. Amira could practically feel his grief rolling of him.

They pulled into the view of the castle, where Amira gasped at the castle despite having lived in it last year. They al, walked inside, going to sit at the tables. Amira looked toward the door, hoping to see a glimpse of Arabella. Several minutes later, the first years walked in, half of them staring open-mouthed at the ceiling, even a couple of them pointing at James, Frank, Alice, or or Weasleys. A brown-haired girl frowned at them and waved to James, who waved back.

A wave of jealousy overcame Amira, who leaned over to James

"Who is that?" She whispered to him.

"My cousin Molly. A sure Ravenclaw, that one is." (A/N I know I said that Molly was thirteen and Lucy was fifteen, but now Lucy is thirteen and Molly is eleven. Also I changed Louis from sixth year last year to fifth year this year, because I forgot about some ages)

Amira felt embarrassed for thinking she had lost the battle to the girl.

Professor McMac walked up and gave her speech, finishing it with a "Welcome to the Sorting of 2016!"

Then she rolled out her sheet of parchment.

"Asher, Wendy!" She called. Amira tuned out after that not even listening, until six or seven names later, and one clapping round as "Burl, Darryl ." Came to their table

"Dursley, Arabella!" This time Amira payed attention. It was James' cousin, after all. Amira glanced at the head table when her name was called. Professor Longbottom had taken a spit-take and Professor McGonagall glared at Arabella. What had she ever done to them? Professor Hagana stared at the girl. As a Head of House (Hufflepuff, in fact) I assumed she was insterested in this blonde, blue-eyed girl.

Arabella sat on the tri pod. The hat lowered on to her head. It thought for a second.

"RAVENCLAW!" It cried. Arabella nodded happily, but sent a glance that clearly said Sorry to James, who had slumped when Hufflepuff was called out. Amira tuned out again. Until the last name was called

"Weasley, Molly!" Called out McMac. Amira felt James straighten up. Molly walked to the tripod, confidently but wary. She sat on the stool. The hat covered her eyes for second before...

"RAVENCLAW!"

For the second time that night, James slumped a bit beside Amira because his cousin was in Ravenclaw. Molly skipped off happily to the Ravenclaw table, already chatting with her table mates, and Arabella, who pointed to James, then herself, to which Molly grabbed her and hugged her. Amira turned to the Lost Boys and the Amazons.

"Think we'll win house cup this year?" Last year, Hufflepuff had edged out Hryffindor by fifty points. Fifty!

"For sure." Answered Alice immediately.

Louis, the new prefect (A/N pretend last year it was Vic that lead them to their dorms) ushered everyone to their dorms.

"Argentum Draconis" he said to he Fat Lady. She nodded, and swung out to reveal the dormitories had changed. Instead of seven corridors, there were two. "Girls up the right, boys up the left." Called out Louis.

The girls climbed the stairs to see seven corridors splitting of. So they switched from year to gender to gender to year. Got it.

Amira changed into her pajamas and fell on her four-poster, falling asleep immediately.

I'm back baby! Fixed some mistakes, but now all is well! I thought I'd try out Amira's POV, and I must say, it's easier to write than James's POV. Tell me what you think! Also Amira and Sara both translate as "Princess", Amira is Arabic and Sara is Hebrew. Sarai also means Princess (Sarai Centalia). I might not update as much because of my PJO fic, but I will update as much as I can. Peace!