Disclaimer- Harry Potter is not mine. He belongs to J.K. Rowling, so please do not sue me since I have no money.

Chapter 1

The New Girl

Being related to Harry Potter had its ups and downs. An up is, that from the day Rose started school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, no one was ever allowed to mess with her for the fear of possibly being beaten to a pulp. A con would have to be that every little thing she did was judged under a microscope. If the gossip section of the Daily Prophet never had at least one article about the Potter-Weasley family or anyone related to them on any given day, then it was a sure sign of the apocalypse.

She was the daughter of the famous Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's two best friends, whose efforts helped to bring Voldemort to his knees.

At the moment Rose was attempting to sleep but failing miserably at it. One of her rare qualities was that she got excited when summer ended and school began. So excited that the idea of sleeping was very much out of the question.

She sighed and flung off her Chudley Cannons bed sheets. Even though she couldn't fly a broomstick to save her life, something she inherited from her mother, she still loved the sport to death. Rose trudged slowly to her desk and sat down in the chair seated in front of it, she stared longingly at the photo of Hogwarts castle with her friends Alice Longbottom, Andrew Locke and David Tennet, along with her cousin Albus Potter and herself laughing in front of it. She'd seen plenty of Al over the summer seeing as he was her cousin but she hadn't seen Alice since the last day of fifth year since Professor Longbottom (her dad), and her mom had gone on some 2 month long safari of Africa.

She sighed angrily as she surveyed the darkness around her. There was nothing left for her to do! Absolutely bloody nothing. She had finished all of her homework, and read all of her interesting schoolbooks days before September 1st, unlike her brother who was probably up right now trying to finish all of his summer homework. He was far too much like her dad; well at least that was what her mother said. She flicked on her light and stared into the mirror on the other side of the room. Rose sighed at her appearance. Sure she wasn't ugly but she wasn't exactly gorgeous either. Her unruly dark red hair was absolutely everywhere, making it resemble a sort of lions mane, and her pale skin only accentuated the dark circles under her eyes. Luckily she had managed to avoid the tall gene from her father and she was a normal 5'6", with decent curves. The only thing Rose truly liked about herself was her eyes, which were a deep navy blue. Alice had always told her she would kill to get her eye colour, as did countless other girls.
She sighed at how vain she was being but it was finally starting to get to her that she had never actually had much, if any, relationships with the opposite sex. Well except for third year when she had gone to Hogsmeade with Toby Flenderson, a Ravenclaw fourth year at the time and he had given her a very awkward kiss after their date. Or when she was completely smashed during one of Gryffindor's quidditch team celebrations last year and had made out with Darren White, now a Gryffindor seventh year, just because she wanted to prove a point. That one had been far more embarrassing then the date with Toby because she had only done it to show Scorpius bloody Malfoy that she was definitely not a prude, as he had so delicately put it.

Scorpius Malfoy was one of the few things she did not look forward to seeing again at Hogwarts, along with his band of Slytherin idiots and his horrible girlfriend Tatiana Zabini. To be honest Tatiana was probably far more awful then Scorpius Malfoy. As David put it, if anyone needed a model of the definition bitch, all they needed to do was call Zabini. However Zabini's insults never seemed to bother Rose like Malfoy's did. She remembered him giving her that infuriating smug smirk before he had said that it was so like her prudish uptight self not to drink anything at a party celebrating the victory of the quidditch cup to her own house. Well she had sure shown him when she downed a good 6 shots of fire whisky and somehow managed to make out, in front of everyone, with the biggest playboy in Gryffindor. She couldn't help but smile gleefully as she remembered the shocked look on Malfoy's face when she had come up for air from snogging Darren. He hadn't bothered her at all for the rest of the year, leaving that job to that slag of a girlfriend of his. Of course no rumours were ever spread about the incident, because everyone valued their lives, and they all credited it as a moment of insanity on her part. Well at least that was what Alice had named it.
Unfortunately afterwards Darren White had decided to pay very close attention to her because for some reason he felt that he might be the person to get into the Rose Weasley's pants first. Rose, fortunately, knew better. Darren may be hot and a spectacular kisser, but he had practically slept with every girl he could get his hands on. Even James, who was his friend and also had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around, had said that Darren was a bit of a slimeball.

Rose peered over at her alarm clock. 3:24 AM. She groaned miserably at her geekiness. What self respecting 16 year old girl became excited at the prospect of going back to school and summer being over? Why her of course.

Minerva McGonagall was beyond annoyed as she stared at the two men arguing in front of her. "Mark my words Minerva this girl will bring this school to its knees in a matter of days," he spat in the direction of Neville Longbottom, the young herbology professor, who was very tanned having recently returned from a safari in Africa.

"That is a lie and you know it Carson!" Neville bellowed back at the potions master, "this girl deserves a fresh start and if we don't give it to her then who will?"

Minerva massaged her temple as she stared at the two grown men argue over the future of one very important 16 year old girl. She was far too old to listen to this. "Would you like me to shut them up," Cassandra Monroe asked her in her velvety smooth voice.

"No, no," she replied with a wave of her hand, "I'll do it Cassandra."

"Whether you believe it or not Longbottom this girl, if that's what we are going to call her, is a menace to this institution!"

Neville was about to say something else when Minerva lifted a hand in an obvious order for silence. The two professors stopped talking but eyed each other coldly. Minerva sighed, these two men were so much different from each other it actually scared her. Carson Stone being the head of Slytherin and Neville Longbottom the head of Gryffindor just added to the animosity between the two.

"Now Carson, you know it has already been decided, besides the board of governors believe she has been properly rehabilitated and has full control of her anger. Therefore she will begin school today along with every other student."

Carson's cheeks flared with indignation. "Minerva, this girl does not have full control over her anger, the way she talked to us was with such little respect or regard for the rules."

"I believe that was a show of her rather temperamental personality Carson," Cassandra explained with her hypnotic voice, "she is a naturally sarcastic and afraid to trust people because of what has happened in her past. Something you should have understood from the moment you saw her."

Minerva knew Cassandra was correct about this assumption as she often was but she still raised a hand to signal that she had gone a bit too far and she shot Neville a look that quickly erased his smug smile.

"Yes, thank you Cassandra, but Carson I am sorry to tell you that I have made my decision and you will have to teach her. She will not fall behind, since she is gifted at almost everything, and I have already informed her that I am extending an invitation to her that no one else in the world would ever offer her. She understands that her place here at Hogwarts is not set in stone, therefore I believe she is not a threat to anyone's lives."

Carson exhaled loudly. "Very well Minerva," he replied stiffly and strode out of the room.

"Pompous idiot," Neville muttered once Carson was out of hearing range and Minerva shot him an icy glare.

"As for you Neville, you must keep your feelings towards Carson on a strictly professional level at all times. Even when a student is nowhere near this school."

"Of course Minerva," Neville replied with a frown and he waved to Cassandra as he left the room.

"He means well Minerva," Cassandra said, speaking in his defence, "we all know how hard it is to get along with Carson. I just manage to have the edge because Carson's afraid I will use my position in the Auror Department to arrest him and chuck him into Azkaban."

"Yes well, I appreciate your patience, but I do believe we have to get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow."

"Agreed," Cassandra laughed, her startling violet eyes flashing as she chuckled. "We may have to make sure our new edition doesn't terrify all the first years." Minerva groaned at the thought, yes, she was far too old for this.

Rose woke with a start, when she heard banging on the wall connecting her room with her brothers. She lifted her head off of her desk and peered around in confusion. As soon as she realised she had fallen asleep at her desk last night and had somehow slept through her alarm, she sprang up from her seat and dashed madly around her room collecting articles of clothing to throw on. She knew she would be changing in a few hours so there was no point in picking out some sort of amazing outfit. She was definitely not trying to impress anyone. She pulled on a purple T-shirt, threw on a pair of black sweat pants, and pulled her unruly hair back into a bun, as always.

There was more banging on her wall and she heard Hugo's muffled voice threw the wall telling her to wake the bloody hell up already. "I'm awake Hugo," she bellowed back through the wall. She threw everything she could find that hadn't yet been packed in her trunk and closed it with a snap. Suddenly someone began to bang on her door.

"Rose Weasley! What in Merlin's name is taking you so long?" her father shouted through the door.

Rose rolled her eyes. "I slept in dad! You can come in!" She saw her door cautiously creak open as if her dad was afraid she was going to start screaming at him if he actually stepped in the room. When her door was finally fully open she saw her dad staring at her blearily, his hair sticking out in ways that could rival Uncle Harry's, obviously suggesting he had just woken up as well. With a quick flick of his wand her trunk levitated off the ground and sailed through her door after him as he walked down the stairs, yawning as he went. Rose sighed, "good morning to you to dad." She grabbed her purse, dabbed on a bit of concealer to try and hide the dark circles under her eyes, and then walked out her front door.

King's Cross was utterly insane as usual. This didn't help the fact that her mother seemed to be in a foul mood this morning. "There are always so many people here," she muttered stormily, "Why couldn't the wizarding world insure that it wasn't so busy all the time?" Rose just pushed her trolley along with her things on it, pretending to not hear her and Hugo stared at their mom as if she were the weirdest person ever. Her dad was too busy looking around to see if he could see anyone he knew to notice his wife's mutterings. Half the time Rose suspected her dad was so used to it that he probably found it attractive or something.

Once they reached the barrier Rose's mom gestured for Hugo to go through, which he happily obliged to. Once Hugo was through, her dad walked nonchalantly through the wall and her mom gestured for her to go through as well. Rose pushed her cart forward and like she did every year, she closed her eyes, as she ran at the wall. Sure most people got used to doing it but to her it was still running at a wall, so closing her eyes seemed to be the best idea she could think of.

Once through the barrier, Rose peered around her to see her family all gathered in one general area, as other people gawked at them as if they were gold plated statues. Rose pushed her trolley towards them and Lily was the first to notice her. Rose was jealous of Lily. She was only 14 and everyone could tell she was going to be supermodel gorgeous when she got older. She was tall (already an inch taller than Rose), skinny but not to the point where she looked sickly, had long flaming red hair and warm chocolate brown eyes. Not to mention that her innocent smile could get her out of any trouble.

"Hi Rose, Aunt Hermione!" Lily shouted as she waved her hand for them to come over. Rose hadn't realised her mother was behind her and physically jumped when her mother popped up at her side. Once her mom and her had joined the circle Rose surveyed her enormous family with a smile. Pretty much all the Weasley-Potter kids were at Hogwarts now. With the exception of Victoire and Dominique, and by non blood relation, Teddy. Her family was like having your own personal army. The current family joke was that in about 100 years if you weren't related to anyone from the Weasley family then there was obviously something wrong with you.

Right now, James and Fred were the oldest since they were both 7th years. Al and her were 6th years. Louis and Roxy were 5th years. Hugo, Molly and Lily were 4th years and little Lucy was a 2nd year.
"Hello Rosie," Uncle Harry grinned, "you guys are late as usual."

"We could not help it Harry. Everyone in the family always feels the need to sleep in until we only have 10 minutes left to get ready," my mom replied grumpily. Rose couldn't help but think that her mom could have just taken part with the rest of the family and slept in, she obviously needed it.

"Don't worry about it Hermione," her Uncle George said, clapping her mom on the back, "you're here right on time, the sun's shining, your kids are leaving and no one has asked Harry for his autograph yet." The family broke out into laughter at this statement and her mom could not help but smile.

Once the entire family had got onto the train and said countless goodbyes, along with promises of writing every week, the train was off with a familiar blaring whistle and loud chugging sounds. Rose smiled happily, a skip in her step; she was finally on her way back to Hogwarts. "Hey Rose," Al called to her, "David said he'd save us all a compartment so let's get going to the prefect meeting so we can see everyone."

Al and her were Gryffindors two 6th year prefects. She knew Louis was the new 5th year prefect for Gryffindor but she wanted to see all the new prefects and who made Head Boy and Girl. Upon reaching the prefect compartment they sat down with the other Gryffindors including Louis who seemed happy that they had finally shown up since the other 5th year prefect for Gryffindor had turned out to be Tessa Bletchly, one of the most obnoxious girls Rose had ever met.

At that moment Scorpius Malfoy, his pale blonde head held high with his trademark bored expression plastered on his face, walked in followed by Tatiana who was looking as slutty as ever. His eyes fell on Rose and she scowled at him. His response was a quick turn of his head and his bored expression never once faltering. Tatiana, however, practically snarled at her as she went over with Scorpius to sit with all the Slytherin's in the room.

"Those two deserve each other," Al muttered to her and she nodded her head.

The prefect compartment door opened to reveal the Head Boy and Girl. There striding through the door way was Shasta Kincaid, a 7th year Ravenclaw who never failed to look absolutely stunning and Rufus Hallows, a 7th year Gryffindor who was probably more serious about school and life in general then anyone had ever been. "No surprises there," Al whispered in her ear and she chuckled. Rose noticed a Hufflepuff 5th year staring at them and when she saw Rose looking in her direction she blushed and quickly turned her head.

Girls loved looking at Al. Not only because he could be his dad's exact duplicate, only younger, but also because his personality was nothing like his brothers. James was fun loving, one of the least serious people you could ever find and he had quite a reputation with girls. Not to mention he never knew when to shut up. Al was much different. He was serious about his work, respectful of others, generally a quiet person and an all around nice guy. For this he had been labelled as the 'mysterious, brooding type' and probably one of the most sought after guys in all of Hogwarts. Any girl wanted to say that she was the first person to 'do' Albus Potter, but Al was never interested.

Rose was snapped from her thoughts when Rufus cleared his throat loudly. "Hello prefects," he said gruffly, "hope you all had a good break but let's get down to business. Being a prefect is no laughing matter. It's a very serious position and you must uphold the school rules no matter what happens. If you notice anything slightly out of order at any time of the day, as prefects you must investigate. It is a perilous job, frought with danger, but I am confident that all of you can look after yourselves."

Everyone stared at Rufus like they were waiting for him to say 'just kidding' and Shasta rolled her eyes in exasperation. "What Rufus is trying to say is that you all have a responsibility to be role models for younger students and must try your best at your new role at Hogwarts."

Basically the meeting went on with Rufus acting intense one minute and then Shasta saying the more keyed down version of what he was saying to reassure the 5th years they weren't being evaluated daily based on effort.

Once Shasta had ended the meeting, because Rufus would have gone on for the rest of the train ride, Al and Rose picked up their things and said bye to Louis who obviously wanted to go see his friends.

"Well that was fun," Rose said with a laugh.

"Luckily Shasta's Head Girl, otherwise no one is ever going to shut him up."

"Too true Potter, I wonder if she works on you and Weasley," Tatiana sneered, her cold voice ringing out behind them. Rose shot Al an exasperated look and turned to see Tatiana standing behind them, Scorpius by her side along with all the other Slytherin prefects.

"Oh put a sock in it Zabini, nobody wants to hear your voice this early in the day - or ever for that fact," Rose shot back.

"Nasty little mouth you've got their Weasley, but we all know how not innocent it seems to be these days," Tatiana said with a rather unattractive sneer. The Slytherin's laughed loudly while Scorpius looked as uninterested as ever. Rose glared angrily at them.

"Merlin only knows where your mouth's been Zabini," Al commented frostily and Tatiana's eyes widened with rage. "Let's go Rose," Al said as he swept past the Slytherin's. Rose picked up her bag and followed Al through the pack of jeering Slytherin's and past Scorpius Malfoy's emotionless face.

"They're all a bunch of gits Rose, so don't worry about what Zabini said. Everyone knows you wouldn't ever snog Darren White if you were sober," Alice said soothingly. Rose smiled at her; she was so glad to see Alice again. Her usual pale face was now very tanned and her long straight blonde hair was halfway down her back, much longer then it had ever been. She also seemed to have lost a bit of weight off of her petite body.

"Ya just forget the Slytherin's Rosie and come play me at chess once I beat Al here since he's bloody awful," Andy said cheekily as he winked one of his hazel eyes in her direction. Andy was a giant flirt and everyone knew it.

"Before you guys go into intense nerd mode," David teased as he ran a hand through his dark brown hair and tried to make room for his long legs, which was nearly impossible since he was pushing 6'4".

"I've got something top secret to tell you." David's dad was some high up ministry official who was on the Hogwarts board of governors, who sometimes let slip top secret info to his son when he was intoxicated, which David then told them.

"Okay David, what is it now," Alice asked impatiently, "Are they sacking Stone again, because you told us that last year and got all of our hopes up."

David shot her a look. "No they're not sacking Stone, even though I've mentioned it. We're actually getting a new student."

Everyone in the room gave him sarcastic looks. "Hate to break it to you David," Al stated cynically, "but we always get new students every year, but they're usually plural."

"Ya, we like to call them first years," Andy added with a large grin. Alice and Rose laughed loudly as David frowned in annoyance.

"I know that you idiots," David snapped, "I mean someone who's older. I think they're some kind of transfer student or something."

"Hogwarts has never had a transfer student before David," Rose said, not really believing David's story.

"Hey don't shoot the messenger. All I know is that it's a really big deal and this person is really important to a lot of people."

"Well we'll see if it's true at the feast tonight, because I believe that person will have to be sorted into a house along with all of the other first years," Alice replied.

"To true Alice my dear," Andy said with a flourish of a hand, "now Rosie darling come here so I can at least have a challenge, since Al here is pathetic." Al's response to Andy's insult was to throw his queen at Andy's head, much to everyone's amusement. Yes, it was definitely good to be back.

As the Hogwarts Express came closer to its destination, Rose and her friends quickly threw on their robes. Once the train had stopped in Hogsmeade station, the five of them filed out of the train and raced to grab a carriage before they all filled up with students. Rose remembered being told by her dad that Thestrals were the invisible beasts that were pulling the carriages and could only be seen by someone who had seen death. Rose shivered at the thought, knowing that both her parents could see them along with pretty much everyone else who had fought during the last war. When they had all piled into one carriage, which took some effort because David's legs seemed to be everywhere, the carriage gave a lurch and began moving forward at a steady pace.

Rose could barely put into words how much she loved Hogwarts. It was, in simple words, her home away from home. She found that even after close to 6 years of seeing this place over and over, she never grew tired of walking through the old hallways or peering around at all the different nooks and crannies that could be found in so many places across the school. Something she had not inherited from her parents was the fact that her thirst for knowledge sometimes led to her stealing James' invisibility cloak, and Al's Marauder's map just so she could walk around the school late at night without getting caught. Something neither of her parents had ever done, since her dad could care less about the random empty hallways and her mom would only sneak out at night if it meant saving the world in some way. Either way she couldn't wait to get back to exploring, even though her friends thought she was mad for doing it.

The carriage came to an abrupt stop in front of the castles main entrance and everyone in Rose's carriage clambered out, following the horde of students who were making their way through the giant archway. Several of the school ghosts were swooping around above everyone's heads greeting all of the students and asking them how their summer's had been. She looked behind her to see David peering around him as if he were looking for someone.

"What are you doing David?"

"Looking for anyone I've never seen before. I know my dad wasn't overly drunk when he told me, so it has to be true."

"For all we know it could be a second year," Al commented, "so stop gawking around like an idiot, people are giving you weird looks."

David noticed this and blushed. The group of friends filed into the Great Hall along with everyone else to see James waving to them from the end of the table closest to the teachers. These were the best seats in the house when it came to watching the sorting so someone in the family always made sure to save a bunch of seats for everyone. Rose and her friends settled in with James, Fred, Fred's girlfriends Amanda Summers and much to Rose's embarrassment Darren White. Of course Roxy, Louis, Hugo, Lily, and Molly were there with their friends as well, making this one end of the table basically for the Weasley family and friends.

"Told you I'd save the end of the table Al," James said to his brother.

"James if you haven't noticed, half our family and their friends take up the end of the table, so it really isn't that hard of a job." James just scowled at his brother, as everyone else laughed. Once everyone had settled into the Great Hall Professor McGonagall, their ancient headmistress, raised her hands for silence and the room quickly quieted down. On that note the doors to the Great Hall opened and in walked Professor Monroe, her long black hair down and her purple silk robes flowing dreamily as she walked, followed by a crowd of very nervous looking first years.

"Oi Darren," James whispered to his friend, "is it just me or does Monroe get better looking every year." Darren just shot him a suggestive grin and winked at Rose when he noticed her watching them. Rose scowled; he obviously still believed he had a far better chance of getting in her pants than any other bloke in the school.

Monroe walked past Rose and her group of friends and stopped in front of the stool that the sorting hat was resting on. Everyone watched as all of the first years gathered around in front of the hat, all staring at the hat as if it were going to jump at them and claw their faces to shreds. The hall quieted once they heard the hat clear its throat and it began to sing a song as it did every year. As usual the song detailed the different traits of the people in each house and for all the first years to enjoy their stay at Hogwarts. When it finished, with loud applause from the people in the room, Monroe walked forward with a long list of names and lifted the hat.

"Now remember guys," Lily whispered a few seats down, "Lorcan and Lysander Scamander are being sorted this year." Rose had almost forgotten. Luna was a close friend of her parents and her aunts and uncles. She had ended up married Newton Scamanders grandson Rolf, and it seemed that their kids were finally attending school.

"Ashworth, Blair," Monroe called out in her musical voice and a small girl with blonde pig tails bounced up to the stool. Monroe dropped the hat on her head and a few seconds later the hat called out Ravenclaw and the girl bounced off to a seat at that table.

"Baxter, Melody."

Gryffindor! Everyone around Rose erupted into cheers.

"Bilson, Roger."

Hufflepuff!

"Carrington, William."

Hufflepuff!

"Cilvina, Anya."

Slytherin!

And so the names went on and Gryffindor acquired a few more happy young first years, until Monroe finally reached the Scamander twins who seemed to be jumping up and down with excitement.

"Scamander, Lorcan." Lorcan's blonde head snapped up and he practically ran to the hat so he could stuff it on his head. The hat took a few seconds to announce, "Ravenclaw!" Lorcan took the hat off his head himself and handed it to Monroe, while giving his brother a thumbs up.

"Scamander, Lysander." Lysander who seemed much calmer then his brother strode up to the stool and it was dropped on his head. The hat took a lot longer to decide where this twin should go and to everyone's surprise it announced, "Gryffindor!" Everyone at the table cheered happily and a wide smile stretched across Lysander's face as he walked to his seat at the Gryffindor table. The sorting continued until the last kid, Omarion Zaro, was sorted into Hufflepuff.

"I swore my dad wasn't actually making this up guys," David protested loudly as Alice just shook her head in disappointment. The noise level in the room was rising but it seemed as if Professor McGonagall was in no hurry to begin the feast since she was in a heated conversation with Professor Longbottom, Gale, Monroe, and Stone over something Rose could not hear. Stone as usual seemed to be complaining about something, while Professor Longbottom was giving him dirty looks. Professor Gale, an old wiry man who taught Transfiguration and was head of Hufflepuff house, was merrily nodding his head at whatever Professor McGonagall was saying. Professor Monroe as usual was silent as she surveyed her colleagues with interest.

"Why aren't they starting the feast?" Alice asked her also noticing that the head professors were deep in conversation. Rose shrugged as more and more people began to notice that their lack of food had to do with what ever the professors were arguing over.

"We did have to come back a bit early from safari because of something important happening at the school," Alice whispered to her.

"Maybe David's right," Rose commented.

McGonagall lifted an arm and gestured for someone to leave and Professor Monroe began to walk down the aisle between tables towards the doors to the Great Hall. Everyone in the room all craned their heads to watch her as she swept swiftly past them and through the doors into the hallway outside.

"What the hell is going on?" James asked impatiently. "I'm starving here."

Rose peered up at the head table to see all the professors had made their ways back to their seats and that Professor Longbottom wore a satisfied look on his face while Stone seemed absolutely furious. McGonagall seemed to be absolutely exhausted.

"Whatever is going on seems to be making the professor's rather irritable," Rose said to everyone around her.

At that moment the Great Hall doors flung open with a loud crack and the room let out yelps of surprise. Everyone turned their heads to see Professor Monroe, but she was not alone. Standing beside Professor Monroe was a teenage girl who, for some unknown reason, was glowing. The girl began to walk away from Monroe, walking down the aisle without her. As she got closer Rose was able to get a better look at her. She was rather tall, had long wavy light brown hair, golden brown eyes and full red lips that seemed to be in a permanent frown. Her skin was slightly tanned and her uniform seemed to have been altered considerably. The normally knee length skirts were half way up her thighs, her oxford blouse was halfway undone revealing a black tank top beneath it. Over her blouse she wore a long grey camisole, that remained open, and she wore tall 3 inch black pumps that clicked loudly as she walked on the stone floor. But the one thing that seemed to stand out about her was the fact that she seemed to be glowing.

"I told you guys," David whispered triumphantly, "new transfer student."

"Ya but where the hell did she transfer from?" Andy asked.

"Has anyone noticed she's sort of glowing?" Alice said in a voice that sounded as if she thought she was seeing things. Everyone around her nodded as they watched the girl walk towards them. As she walked by her head turned slightly to look at them and a small smirk spread across her face before she turned her attention back to the head table.

"Slytherin for sure," Rose muttered to Alice and she nodded her head vigorously in agreement. No one seemed to notice that Monroe was following after the girl, the list of names still in her hand. Once Monroe had caught up to the girl she gestured for the girl to sit on the stool, which she did. As soon as she sat down McGonagall stood up and raised her hands for silence from the thoroughly confused room.

"Students," McGonagall addressed loudly, "this year Hogwarts is taking in a transfer student for the very first time. I would like you all to meet Nora Wilson."

Everyone murmured hello half-heartedly as they all peered at her in confusion as she continued to glow. Nora's frown turned into a smile and Rose got the distinct feeling that this wasn't just any transfer student.

"Ms. Wilson will be joining the sixth year classes and whichever house she is sorted into by the sorting hat. Professor Monroe you may place the hat on Ms. Wilson's head."

Monroe nodded and placed the hat on her head. Everyone waited with bated breath for the hat to say something but it didn't. A minute passed, two minutes, four minutes, eight minutes, still the hat did not utter a word. People were starting to get antsy and James was moaning about how he was starving and the hat needed to get on with it before he just sorted her himself.

As if on cue Nora stood up, sorting hat still on her head, and turned to Monroe. "It doesn't know where to put me," she stated simply with a distinct North American accent. Everyone gawked at her.

"Did it tell you this?" Monroe asked.

"Ya." Rose stared at her in complete astonishment. The girl barely seemed bothered by what was happening; Rose even thought she looked kind of bored.

"Did it tell you anything else?" Monroe asked.

"It said I'd do equally as well in Ravenclaw, Slytherin or Gryffindor. It thinks I'd just scare all the Hufflepuff's to death though." The Slytherin's who heard her comment snickered and all the Hufflepuff's shot Nora angry looks of disdain. Wow, she had only been here for 15 minutes and already the Hufflepuff's hated her.

"Anything else?" Monroe asked impatiently.

Nora's bored expression turned gleeful. "It thinks that I should pick my own house." The room erupted with boo's and Professor Stone looked about ready to throw his chair at her. She just continued to smile.
"Well I believe you should choose then Ms. Wilson," Monroe said loudly over the angry voices of the students in the room.

"Yes but where should I go?" James groaned loudly at her question and Nora's face snapped in the direction of the Gryffindor table. Everyone at the table gaped at her. Somehow she had managed to appear a bit more flawless then before and many of the guys sitting near Rose had their mouths hanging open, especially James who seemed to have completely forgotten about his stomach. Only Al seemed to be unaffected by Nora's charms which she seemed to notice when she stared directly at him.

"Hmm," Nora muttered as she began to pace back and forth, "what should I choose? I could go to Gryffindor where they travel the thin line between bravery and stupidity more often than most sane people." Everyone at the Gryffindor table did a double take at her comment and furrowed their brows. "Maybe Ravenclaw, where the smart but socially retarded and emotionally strained dwell." The Ravenclaw's blinked as they took offence to her statement. "Or Slytherin, where the cunning and the biggest sons of bitches reside." The Slytherin's practically hissed at her declaration and Rose noticed Scorpius' usual bored expression was shattered at how blunt Nora Wilson was being. "Wow, it's such a hard decision."

"Ms. Wilson," McGonagall said in a warning voice.

"Sorry Professor," she replied with a bright smile, "just discussing my options."

"Would you please hurry up then, we need to start the feast."

"Of course. I've narrowed it down to Slytherin and Gryffindor." Rose noticed all the Ravenclaw's sigh with relief. "Alright hat, you choose one."

"Why is she having a conversation with the hat?" Louis said as he raised an eyebrow.

There was silence before Nora began to speak again. "There's no need to be embarrassed hat, I'm a very complex individual." More silence. "Yes I am quite ingenious but that Carson guy really hates me after I made fun of him the first time I met him."

She had made fun of Stone and gotten away with it? Rose was having trouble grasping the situation at hand. No one was answering the question of who the hell this girl was.

Once again, more silence. "Oh you sensed that did you. I guess I'd like to go there because there is an individual that interests me." With that statement a seam in the hat opened and what came out of its mouth next made everyone's mouths drop in astonishment.

"Gryffindor!"

a/n- Hello everyone. First chapter of my first story is up for the public to see. Not much to comment on right now since we've just begun but I've decided to give Nora quite the entrace since she is going to be quite the girl. Anyway, most of my chapters are most likely never going to be as long as this one. Please read and review and such. I totally appreciate any feedback since I live off of it. Toodles.