Family problems, New Love and New life

Disclaimer; I own none of the fabulous Harry Potter characters, nor do I own any of the Buffy/Angel characters, storylines or ideas that I have BORROWED from both these fabulous and amazing people, J.K Rowling, and Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I only own the plot and a few minor characters.

A big huge thanks to my beta guy GusMan! Thanks gussygoose, you made it easy to write. And to all those that read this story, I hope you enjoy it!

And now, on with the story!

"And further more, we have a new student transferring to Hogwarts. She has not yet attended any magic school, but we believe she will do fine in the 4th year classes. Now, are there any questions?" Albus Dumbledore said, his voice echoing in the magnificent, and tightly packed, Great Hall.

It was October 19th, and that day, every student's parents, or guardians, had come to Hogwarts to discuss their child's, or children's, work for the year. These would be continuing through out the year.

Hermione Granger raised her hand. "Yes Miss Granger?"
"I have a few questions sir." She said.

"Very well, I thought you might."

"Firstly, where is she from? And how old is she?"

"She is 15. That is why we placed her in the 4th year classes. As for where she's from. Her father was English and her mother Irish I do believe. Both went to this very school. There entire family has I believe. They were among the few purebloods left, and had no history or tolerance with the dark arts…"

"What were their names?" Hermione cut in.

Most purebloods were well known and inter-related, so it was plausible that this girl, who ever she was, was related to her friend Ronald Weasley. As per usual, Dumbledore knew what she was thinking.

"She is not related to Mr. Weasley. Some where along the line, many, many, many generations ago, she is related to the Malfoy's, but that was a very long time ago. And to answer your first question Miss Granger, she was born, and grew up, in Australia."

This brought mutters through out the hall. Didn't they have their own magic schools in Australia? And if not, why doesn't she just go to America instead?

Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall opened, and in walked a girl. Her blue eyes that held traces of silver sparkles, flitted back and forth around the hall nervously. She didn't smile. Her jade green top, which seemed black until the light caught it in the right spot, was soaking, as were her black jeans and heeled sandals. Her hair was hidden under a long black scarf, so it was impossible to determine her hair color. Dumbledore smiled and beckoned her forewords.

"Welcome to Hogwarts Miss O'Conner." He said as he cast a drying spell on her and her clothes.

She didn't say a word, only nodded her head a little in acknowledgement.

"Before you sit, we will have you sorted into your correct house." Professor McGonagall said, carrying over the old sorting hat and a stool. "Please sit Miss O'Conner."

"Amelia." The girl said her voice barely above a whisper.

McGonagall frowned. "Excuse me?"

"My name is Amelia-James O'Conner. Not Miss O'Conner. I prefer not to be called by my last name." she said quietly.

McGonagall looked miffed, but didn't argue. Amelia at on the stool and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. In a surprising turn, the hat spoke both aloud, and in Amelia's head, but not all was spoken aloud.

"# Ahh. Miss O'Conner. Well, your full name is quite a mouthful! No wonder you only go by Amelia-James O'Conner. I've been waiting a long time for this. Yes, your mother and fathers families were all in Gryffindor. Well, almost all. Hmm. Well, you're not a Ravenclaw. Oh you're smart enough, but you're a bit too smart. Hmm. Hufflepuff? Well you are loyal, hmm, but there's something wrong about that pairing. Gryffindor or Slytherin. Where to put you? You have more bravery and courage than all Gryffindor's combined, even Harry Potter.#"

"Who? The other person who survived Avada Kedavra?"

When Amelia said this, the entire hall went silent. No-one said a word, until the hat spoke.

"# You too! Well, bravery and courage are very strong in you. Yes, Gryffindor would be the perfect house for you.#"

"So why aren't you putting her in it?" Snape snapped.

The hat frowned(Yes. It frowns!)

#Nosy little man isn't he?#
I wouldn't know. He doesn't talk very much.

#Hmm. I suppose. Now, I'm not putting you in Gryffindor because those aren't your strongest traits, or strengths. You are far more sly and cunning than you are brave and courageous. Besides, to put you in Gryffindor would be pointless. You can do far more good in another house. A word of advice. 2+13, not 4. When 3 are 4 once more, and the 4 are within the walls, you will know every secret that Hogwarts has. Secrets that were born, and died, with the founders 4.#

What does that mean?

"#Slytherin!#"

(New chapter)

"Wait! What did you mean?" Amelia said as the hat was plucked off her head.

She felt the scarf hiding her hair get pulled off somehow. She was willing to bet it had been the hat.

There was a gasp as her hair tumbled down her back. It was just as blond as the Malfoy's. But there were jet black and vibrant hot pink streaks running through the waist length hair. Amelia blushed and snatched the scarf up off the ground, and wrapped it around her neck instead.

"Now, if you will please sit beside your guardian…"

"Uncle." Amelia cut in.

Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, beside your Uncle, we can get this meal underway."

She nodded and walked towards the tables on the left hand side of the hall (her left, when looking at the entry to the hall). Everyone was silent until she sat in the empty seat beside none other than Severus Snape.