Jinx walked off the Hogwarts Express train, carrying her small trunk. Another year at Hogwarts, she thought mildly. It wasn't that she didn't LIKE going to school (which the muggles at her orphanage often complained about), it was just that she wasn't all that ready. Her first year at school had been alright; but it was hard. The orphanage teachers hated her even before they had learned of her magical heritage. She had been a rather dark girl, lonely and depressed most of the time, getting her only joys in life from simply things like snow or rain. But the most exciting thing to her was magic. She loved to read books on it, or write her own stories about it, or learn urban legends and folk tales. By the time she was 7, they had locked her in her room for good. When they found out about her rather unusual history, they went absolutely insane, chasing the owl outside with a broom or burning the letter before it was read. She had been 11, locked in her room for 4 years. Her bright red-gold eyes missed nothing and her pale skin glowed as if made of the moon light she cherished so deeply at night. She was tall and thin and her wispy blue-white hair was often down and twirling about her. For some reason, her room was never hot. It was almost always cold. An icy cold in the winter and a night breeze cold in the summer. And then it all made sense. They had screamed at her; they had broken and melted anything she ate off of as soon as she ate her food; they had worn plastic gloves and contaminators suits while cleaning her room while she was leaving. But she couldn't care less. It wasn't as if they cared about her. So she had left with the messenger and bought everything necessary for school at Diagon Alley, boarded the train and was off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And once school was out... all collapsed. She went back to the orphanage and they locked her in her room once again, this time keeping all her things under lock and key somewhere in the basement, far, far below. She was sure that they only reason they kept her from the basement was because it was illegal and the orphanage would be shut down other wise.

And here she was again, right back at Hogwarts for another year. She looked around. She was the only Slytherin for possibly decades whose best and only friends were from Gryffindor. Fred and George Weasley were her best friends, and she knew that the only people they cared about more as a friend was each other. Lee Jordan was with them and waved at her. She waved back. The twins were the ones who introduced them, of course. And then... someone hugged her from behind. "WHAAA--?!" She exclaimed, falling forward a few steps. She turned back to see Hermoine giggling.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," She said apologetically.

"It's fine," Jinx answered. She looked around for a moment. "Hey, where's Harry and Ron?" They were reaching the dining hall. Hermoine looked at her with worried eyes.

"I have no idea. They weren't on the train, though."

"Well, that can't be good." Jinx sighed. "Harry hates those muggles he lives with more than anything else in the world... excepting maybe Voldemort... and Ron's parents are here with his little sister," She jerked her head toward the bright red haired family walking through the door. She saw Hermoines fear grow in her eyes and gave her a reassuring smile. "Everything will be alright." They walked into the hall and parted, Hermoine going to the Gryffindor table and Jinx to the Slytherins.

"Hanging with mudbloods again this year, I see," a cold, sneering voice came from behind her. She already knew who it was.

"Still kissing your own reflection every day in the mirror, I see," She turned to look into the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy. "Tell me, Draco, do you kiss your water reflection as well? You know, it might smear your make up," She put on a worried face. "God forbid the world see the real Draco Malfoy." He glared at her. She returned it with equal intensity.

"Your a filthy mudblood yourself, you should be with your own horrible friends," He hissed at her, taking a seat next to her. Crab and Goyle, as always, sat to the right of him, while she moved as far away from him without having to actually get up as possible.

"If you've forgotten already, Malfoy, I'm a pure blood," She spat at him. "Just not a stuck up rich kid like you." She smirked. "You see, I don't go begging my daddy for things every 5 seconds. I actually EARN everything I own."

Malfoy looked at the trunk she had next to her and said, amusement in his voice, "Which isn't a lot, now is it?" She was about to retort when he opened his mouth again. "After all, you can't EARN anything trapped in a room on the top floor of a muggle orphanage can you?" She was seething with anger as he went on casually, "After all, I bet if you could, you would go to your father everyday to ask for new things. But thats right! Your parents are dead." She curled her fist and was about to break that white little nose of his when Professor Dumbldore came up to the stage.

"Now, now, students," He said in his old, wise voice. "Settle down, settle down. We have a huge announcement to make tonight that will effect everyone who-" Screams erupted outside followed by a loud CRASH and a series of heart jerking BOOMS. Then all stopped. Students rushed to the windows, crowding and shoving to get there. Hermoine and Jinx stepped together to the front of a window to the far right of the hall. It was dark outside, but each knew what the other was thinking. They looked at each other.

"No-"

"They couldn't have possibly-"

"Would they try-"

They kept cutting each other off in mid sentence like that until their thoughts were confirmed; Ron and Harry stared back at them. Ron looked close to tears. The teachers came up behind them- all but Snape. Who was now behind the two boys. The teachers were walking away and Hermoine and Jinx were throwing Ron and Harry signals that should have alerted them- but Ron and Harry just stared at them curiously. They saw Snape usher them into the side door and everyone sat down in a cloud of gossip and rumors at their starting point. This time, Hermoine didn't bother to go back over to her own table, and they both sat down at the nearest table- Slytherins.

"Potter and Weasley can't even drive a magically advanced MUGGLE CAR right!" Malfoy, Crab and Goyle all burst out laughing next to them. Jinx 'accidentally' elbowed him in the ribs... hard. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR, YOU FILTHY GIT?!?!" He yelped with pain.

"Stop talking about people for one second, take your pricky little nose out of the air and look to see who's right next to you, you idiot!" She snapped at him. "Did you even NOTICE we were here?"

Before Malfoy could answer, Hermoine did. "No, they didn't," She sounded irritated. Draco glared at her.

''And you say that because...?"

"BECAUSE Crab nearly sat on me!!!" She glared at him. He glared right back.

"Maybe thats because you shouldn't be here, mudblood. You should be back with the other filth they let into this school," He snickered. "Or maybe not even here. Why don't you go back home to your filthy, dirty muggle family and stay there?"

Hermoine was too angry even to say anything. Luckily, Jinx picked it up for her. "You know what, Malfoy? If you want to talk about rights to be here, how about this. She came here and graduated top of our class last year, knows everything before they teach it and can work out any problem you give her. You? Your a pure blood. Now. You came here on your fathers tab, can't even fight your own battles and wouldn't know a common sense of courtesy unless you saw Harry with it and had to ask your daddy for it," She smirked at his scowl. "I could even see it. 'Daddy, daddy, Potter has courtesy! I WANT COURTESY! I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT!!!'" Hermoine started to laugh along with Jinx. Draco glared at them with a hatred that seemed to come from deep, deep inside of him.

"You filth, I don't ask my father for EVERYTHING--" but he was interrupted.

Jinx was so close to grabbing her wand and hexing him, she could feel it in her hands...

"Settle down, settle down," came Dumbldores soft voice once again, though it sounded a bit tired... as if he had over used it tonight, though he probably had. The group looked up to see that sorting had come and passed without them even noticing it. Hermoine gave Jinx a quick smile and hurried off to her own table, where Ron and Harry had been put back on most likely for this big announcement Dumbldore was talking about. "Now, as I was saying, we have a rather large announcement. As of last night the teachers of our school have decided- you take magic for granted. Muggles survive, though they would cherish magic if ever given the chance,"

Phf, yeah right, Jinx thought to herself, remembering the orphanage. Dumbldore went on.

"So, as a solution to this problem, we will be sending all students, years 2 and up, to a regular, muggle school for the year, with the exceptions of prefects." He waited for this to sink in. The effect was astonishing.

Choruses of groans and moans were echoing off the walls. Screams and shouts were raising the volume to an extraordinary height, leading them all was none other than Draco Malfoy. "A MUGGLE SCHOOL?!?!?!?!?!? MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He shouted. Jinx smirked and caught his eye.

"I told you so," She said smoothly. He glared, his icy eyes piercing.

"Told me what?" He snapped. She was unshaken.

"That you cry to your daddy about everything," Before he could retort, or even open his mouth fully, she yelped, in a high, annoying voice, "And I quote, 'MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'" He glared at her, but Dumbldore quieted the hall down once again.

"If you fail, you will retake your entire year at the muggle school. You may use magic, but not near the muggles you will live around. For the holidays, you may also come back here or go home, which ever you choose. But other than that, you are to stay within the schools bounds, wherever the school may decide to set them. Oh, and also, none of the people at the school knows. They think that this is an exchange program." He let the crowd over take him this time and said at last, "After this feast, all years 2 and above will be boarding the train and heading to the school. We will set you up for your co-ed dorms on the train."

For the first time ever, the school ate in complete silence. No one even wanted to complain about it. They were to busy wondering what they were going to do once there. At last, Professor McGonnagal stepped up and broke the silence. "Now all students, excepting Prefects and first years, may board the train."