Okay, this is only my second fic on fanfiction.net, and it's my first Harry Potter fic, so if you decide to review (and please do!) go easy on me, please! I hope it's okay, but I highly doubt that, so if you think it's stupid or dumb or anything then just say in your review "stupid" and don't be nasty, pretty please! I am open to any suggestions anyone could give to improve, so please help me!

Prologue
ÒWhewÓ Harry Potter breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time in five years he had made the trip on the Hogwarts Express from Platform 9 and 3/4 to Hogwarts with no mishaps. In fact, he was so releived about this that he failed to notice the nervous looks the teachers wore. Had he been paying attention, he may have also noticed when Professor McGongall leaned over and began whispering furiously to Dumbledore ÒAlbus! How can you look so calm? Where ARE they? They should have been here hours ago! Figures theyÕd be late! Hmph! Punctuality is a virtue which they do not seem to posess I tell you! After that excuse for a school theyÕve been going to in America I dare say coming to Hogwarts will be a rude awakening!Ó

Then, had they been listening, they would have also seen Professor Flitwick (who had been energenically nodding his head all throughout McGongallÕs speech) say ÒMy thoughts exactly! They havnÕt even sent us an owl post to tell us where they are! They could be dead for all we know! ItÕs like they disappeared!Ó ÒNow Professor Flitwick, I highly doubt seven 15 year old witches simultaneously disappeared! You have to recall there schools beliefs, and there background! Most of the students there were born to muggle familys, and huge castles are not as common, and very hard to hide in America! So it is the schools system to incorperate magic along with muggle subjects! And to make sure all students use muggle objects in there everyday life!Ó

ÒAnd your point is, Albus?Ó McGongall said tartly. ÒMy point, my dear Minerva, is that given there belief system it is likley that they decided to travel by airplane rather then by magical means. And, carrying on with this train of thought, it is also likely that while they do posess muggle objects with which to contact others, such as a cell phone or laptop computer, that none of them posess and owl with which to contact us.Ó

But Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the students at Hogwarts were oblivious to all this heated discussion at the ProfesserÕs table. They simply went on talking, and ignored and the worried looks, angry whispers, and the empty chair where the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher should have been sitting. Despite the problems being discussed by the teachers, the rest of the feast was going according to plan. And with the sorting finished all the students were looking forward to eating then sleeping. All that was left before the plates started filling with food was Dumbledores start of term announcments. ÒWelcome both returning and new students!Ó

ÒHello Proffesor Dumble....Óall the students gbegan, but stopped abruptly when a loud BANG suddenly resounded throughout the hall. The doors had burst open, and in there wake stood seven girls all dressed in black. The hall was completly wordless, everyone was to surprised to utter a sound. Looking back on it none of the students could remember exactly how long they all sat there, frozen. But everyone agrees on one point. The thing that broke the seeming spell of silence was when one of the new stepped forward, took a deap breath and shouted ÒWAZZUP MY HOMIES!!!!!!!!! WE ARE IN DA HOUSE!!!!!!!!!Ó



Argh! Why did I even put this up here? I know it's horrible! I'm sorry you read it, I know it's a stupid story, please tell me how to make it better!