Title: TBA

Author: Sarah Christine

Rating: PG

Summary: A young girl, a new student in the Gryffindor house, is noticed in the Great Hall by Harry Potter. Soon, they find that she could possibly be the force of evil happenings at Hogwarts.

Synopsis: Harry and his fellow mates are now coming of age and in the middle stages of their sixth year at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: Anything that has been previously copyrighted doesn't belong to me. It belongs to JK Rowling, WB studios, whoever. I'm just using it, along with my imagination to have a little fun on my free time. Anything that hasn't been previously copyrighted belongs to me. You steal any of it, I steal your money.

ALSO NOTE- 'Fiction: noun, a. something invented by the imagination or feigned; specifically: an invented story b : fictitious literature (as novels or short stories) c : a work of fiction' – Webster

It's not real. Get it?

Now… on with the fiction!

Chapter One

It was a drizzly day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sky was unusually gray and thunderous, not like any normal day. On and off showers were sporadically coming and going all day long, reflecting exactly the mood of everyone and the day in general.

We find Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, lounging together in the Gryffindor common room near the fire. There wasn't much else to do at break on a rainy day.

Harry slowly rounded the corners of the darkened hallways of Hogwarts. Every so often he'd pass a glowing torch of flames set high upon the walls for lighting. He starred at each amber as he walked by. He paused for a moment as a rush of emotion flood over him. He took a deep breath in confusion and continued toward the picture of the Fat Lady.

"Password?" She asked politely.

"Figelwally." Harry said rolling his eyes. The passwords for the common rooms seemed to becoming more ridiculous by the year. The Fat Lady granted him entrance and Harry stepped in the Gryffindor common room. He immediately noticed the blazing fire across the room in which his good friends were seated by. Once again the terrible feeling enraptured him, but this time, it was stronger... much stronger. He felt a slight sting of pain a few inches above his belly button. He froze and winced at the pain, still in desperate confusion. He breathed deep again and took a long awaited seat next to Hermione.

Across from him, Ron sat with a sigh, setting a chessboard down on the table.

"Game of chess, anyone?"

Silence.

He looked at Hermione. She momentarily glanced over her book 'Modern Studies of Mind Patterns of Witches and Wizards'. She gave a bored look and continued reading.

"Harry?"

Harry didn't even acknowledge Ron's offer. He was too busy starring at the crackling fire, in a strange yet thoughtful trance. He knew there was something wrong with him, and it was more than just a physical thing. Long had it been since he been to the hospital wing, and he was insistent that this would not be a chance for a visit with Madam Pomfrey.

He sighed, trying to forget his troubles. As impossible as it seemed, he tried concentrating on other things.

"Noting ever happens here any longer. What do they expect us to do, keeping us cramped up in this tower all day long? All we have is that retched fire over there." He motioned across the room.

"And chess!" Ron smiled hopefully. Harry gave a look. Ron's face fell.

"I guess I'll just play myself…again." He began setting his chessmen out.

"You could read." Hermione's voice appeared from what seemed to be no where. Ron and Harry looked at her questioningly. "You know?… Read?…Where you open a book and read it. It's a good past time and it could keep you two from being so bloody boring. All you ever do is sit around all day…"

"Rubbish!" Ron exclaimed, looking up from his chessboard momentarily. "We do lots of things around her to keep us occupied and you know it."

"For example?…" Hermione questioned. Ron and Harry's eyes met. Stuck once again. Hermione let out a quiet 'Humph' and diverted her eyes back to her book. "Honestly." She whispered.

Harry sighed and looked back to the fire. All day he had this unusual sinking feeling. He could tell something wasn't right from this feeling. Bad things were happening behind the walls of Hogwarts, and he wouldn't rest until it was settled. He rose to his feet.

"I'm going for a walk." He announced to his friends.

"Alone?" Hermione asked.

"Not unless someone joins me." He shrugged. Hermione set her book down with a loud sigh.

"Mind patterns class will just have to wait." She stood to her feet and they began toward the door.

The continued down a long hallway and made a right turn to an outdoor courtyard. Now, typically the schools courtyards were filled with young students of all ages, studying, playing, practicing transfigurations, but the first thing Harry and Hermione both noticed immediately was that this courtyard was completely abandoned.

"I was just going to get some air, maybe stop by the Library to see the new shipments, - oh and possibly send an owl to the Order." Harry explained. Hermione shrugged.

"Anything to get out of the retched house!" She exclaimed. "If I was forced another moment locked up like some animal, I could scream." Harry laughed. But suddenly he stopped.

"Hermione…"

"Harry?"

"If I told you something…secret, would you promise not to tell?"

"Always."

Harry immediately stopped in his tracks and faced her. He looked directly into her eyes.

"Something's wrong." Hermione rolled her eyes and kept walking.

"Oh Harry!" she groaned. "Something's always wrong to you."

"Hermione!" He said in a stern voice causing her to spin around and looked back at him. "Somethings… wrong." Something in his eye let her know that there was more to this than she knew.

"How do you know?…"

"It's just-." He paused for a moment as an older person breezed past them. Some form of faculty no doubt. He looked back at Hermione and continued. "I've been having feelings lately… Strange feelings." Hermione began to listen to him intently.

"Go on…" Harry stepped closer to her, keeping the conversation low key in case of any other potential passerby's.

"Hermione, I'm sacred. I've never been the one to admit this to any one, but I am now." He began. Hermione's eyes grew wide as he went. "I think some form of serious evil is either coming or here at Hogwarts as we speak. I'm not positive about anything, so keep this a secret between you and I. Just make sure to keep a look out for anything suspicious, alright? … Be careful." She nodded. Harry was trying hard not to make sure he didn't scare Hermione into some sense of paranoia about these feelings, but his instincts were not something to be doubted.

"Do you know if it's-."

"Voldemort? No. Not just yet. But I know if something's going to happen, it's happening soon." She nodded.

"Do you have any clue as to what is possibly going to happen?" Hermione asked. Harry shook his head.

"Not an inkling. All I know is that every time I get any near something warm or that releases heat, it gets really strong and I feel a huge ball in my stomach…As if… as if my insides were burning."

"Tell me about your feelings…" she told him, interested in learning more. She had just recently begun a study of Witches and Wizards mind patterns, directly affecting their magician's abilities and potential, in a new class she'd signed up for.

"I…I-I can't…" Harry told her regretfully. Her brows furrowed. "Don't get me wrong, I wish I could… but there's just…something." He paused for a moment while Hermione sat questioningly. "Listen, I should be going…." Harry began moving backwards, pulling away from her questions.

"But Harry-…Wait!" Hermione called as Harry spun around and began the opposite direction down the pathway.

"We'll talk later! I promise!…" Harry called to her as he rounded the corner and went out of view. Hermione sighed and paused for a moment before continuing through the courtyard.

Harry quickly came around a corner, trying to think of the easiest path back to the Owlery when suddenly he ran flat into someone. He stepped back.

"Oh-…Sorry." He said immediately. Slowly he looked up to reveal a nasty scowl smeared across a familiar face.

It was Snape.

Harry frowned and looked away.

"Excuse me Professor." Harry mumbled, barely loud enough to be heard.

"I'd say you are…" Snape said quietly. "Tell me Mr. Potter, what business are you planning to conduct outside on such a dreary day?"

"Well Sir, I-."

"Correct me if I am wrong, but isn't it true that Professor Dumbledore has instructed all students to remain in the dormitories until further notice?"

"Not for fourth years and above Professor…We're were permitted outside if we wish."

"When was that announced?" Snape asked, starting to get angry.

"This morning…. Before breakfast…He said it right after he instructed everyone to return to their dormitories." Harry told him. Snape growled.

"Well hurry it up then Potter. Can't stand it when Hogwarts students break the rules." He said with a sneer. He took one last moment to glare down at Harry before continuing on his way. His cape passed around Harry swiftly as he dashed past him. Harry glowered back at Snape as he continued down the path. He didn't even take the time to accuse Professor Snape of wrong doings, knowing it was simply a waste of time.

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Dear Friends-

Something's very wrong around here. I keep getting a feeling inside, telling me something bad is coming. I can't seem to make it all out though. Hermione tried to help, but I got scared… She was getting too deep into my secrets for me to handle…If you know what I mean. Sorry this is so short, but I have to get back to the common room before Snape catches me and give me detention for no good reason. I'll keep you updated.

-Harry

Harry tied his letter addressed to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place onto Hedwig, and sent her off. Ever since the occurrences in the previous school year, Harry had grown more attached to the Order, knowing they were working together to keep in safe from the Dark Lord in any case. Since the new school year began, he felt slightly vulnerable to attacks. Ever since he had learned of the prophecies, he had grown a bit more anxious about Voldemort invading him, however it filled him with a new passion to come out on top in the end, and a new hope to destroy Voldemort was instilled in him. Thankfully, he was given a summer at Privet Drive to be alone, and recuperate from his fifth year.

Harry sighed as Hedwig flew off into the stormy skies. He knew that when she returned, she'd be upset that he sent her out into such terrible weather, but it was for the better of communication that Hedwig went. Harry couldn't help but feel afraid about what had been happening. Why was he feeling so defenseless lately?

Harry shook his head, trying to forget the issue. He rose to his feet and headed off towards the common room.

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The next day…

"Attention… Attention Please." Professor Dumbledore's voice called above the hustle of the morning chats in the Great Hall. "I have… a very exciting announcement to make" Dumbledore said. Slowly the students calmed. "We have a new transfer student at Hogwarts." Excited cheers could be heard all around.

Harry looked at Ron in question. Ron shrugged in reply.

"She is going to be entering with all the sixth years…" Dumbledore continued.

"She?" Harry mouthed to Ron in amazement. Ron smiled and nodded.

"I presume those in her house will be especially favorable to our new comer. Professor McGonagall, will you please welcome our newest Hogwarts student to our morning feast?" McGonagall, who stood in the back of Great Hall by the main doorway, nodded.

"Everyone…May I introduce to you… Ms. Madison Chilton." She swung the large door open a bit. There was a prolonged pause as all waited in anticipation. Harry looked at Ron nervously.

Slowly, a young girl protruded in from behind the door. She nervously slipped her auburn hair behind her ears and smiled. Professor McGonagall looked around in satisfaction at everyone's reactions.

"Ms. Chilton, if you please continue up to the front of the room, and we can sort you so you may begin to meet your fellow classmates." The girl nodded and followed Professor McGonagall.

Harry watched the girl walk up in amazement. It was strange how he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He had never seen a girl at Hogwarts with such a stunning quality to her. She walked and moved with such grace and her smile almost filled the room with light. It almost seemed as if she was part veela seeing as she had such an effect on Harry.

Suddenly Hermione nudged Harry abruptly.

"It's not polite to stare." She whispered.

"Huh?" Harry asked in utter confusion. Had he been starring? He looked around at everyone who had gone back to their normal business, obviously not as interested in this mysterious foreigner as he. Except for Ron that is. His ears had visibly gone bright red and he was timidly starring down playing with his fingers.

Professor McGonagall raised the sorting hat high as the girl sat up on the stool. Slowly the hat rested comfortably on her head.

"As, I see…Ms. Chilton…You're in for a great time, you, yes you…But where to put you? You could fit quiet well in Hufflepuff I see…many friends you'd make, but progress you would lack…But then there's always Ravenclaw, as strong as they may be, but trouble you'd encounter, for many years I see. Gryffindor, a fine young bunch, put to the test you'd find yourself, and happy you would be. Last but not least there's Slytherin. You posses great quietly to fit in with these folk. I'd be surprised to see you fail while landing in this house….I see it now, this house is yours, to make your name a household word-But yes! I see it now, the truth comes out at last… Better be… GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table rose to their feet an welcomed their newest member happily.

Down the line, Harry and Ron stretched to see where the girl was sitting. They clapped politely, obviously left downhearted knowing there was no way they were going to be able to talk to her at all during the meal.

Harry sat with a sigh.

"I can't believe she's in our house! Did you see her?" Ron asked Harry excitedly.

"She's probably part veela with my luck." Harry commented. Ron shook his head.

"She doesn't even look like a veela Harry… There's no way." Ron replied.

"Frankly, I'd like to meet her. She probably has no clue where's she's going. Poor thing." Hermione said. "Seems to me like Harry wouldn't mind saying hello either, hum?" she giggled. Harry looked down.

"Go introduce yourself Harry!" Ron nudged him. Harry's eyes went wide. He shook his head.

"Yeah, go pour her a glass of Pumpkin juice and offer it to her… Get to know her Harry. It's obvious you fancy her."

"I couldn't…" he persisted. Hermione looked down the long Gryffindor table at the new girl. It was obvious that many other members of Gryffindor had introduced themselves to her already and had started up a conversation. Suddenly she noticed ruckus from the Slytherin table. It was Draco Malfoy. He was visibly noticing the new Gryffindor, and enjoying himself at that. He smiled evilly as his fellow Slytherins patted his pack. He glanced side to side before standing up, straightening his robes and head over towards the Gryffindor table.

"Well you'd better hurry up and muster up your confidence soon, because it looks like Malfoy already has." She told him. Harry looked up nervously. She was right. Draco was headed right for her, a slimy smirk on his thin lips. It was inevitable what he was going to do.

Harry immediately jumped to his feet, poured a large glass of Pumpkin juice and dashed towards the girl. He struggled to keep the juice from spilling, yet at the same time was desperate to get to her before Malfoy even had a chance to make eye contact.

Draco's brow furrowed as he saw Harry running frantically down the great hall holding a glass of pumpkin juice in front of him.

Harry could see her perfectly now, but was unfathomed by her smile as he concentrated deeply on making it to her before Draco and still have a full glass of pumpkin juice to offer her.

He sped up faster as he got closer to her. Just as he approached her, he felt his foot stall against something hard. He flew through the hair, dropping the pumpkin juice on his way. Laughter filled his ears as pain shot through his whole body. Harry groaned and looked up. There sat the girl, her new robes drenched in pumpkin juice. Harry's heart fell.

"Er… Glass of pumpkin juice?" He asked. The girl met his eyes, and for a brief moment paused before her jaw dropped in shock.

"Oh my word!…You're Harry Potter!" Harry's brow furrowed. How could she possibly know his name already? He she heard rumors? Had someone yelled it out in ridicule when he fell?

"How did…?" he asked quietly. She pointed at his forehead.

"I read all about you…"

"You…You did?" he reached up and felt where she motioned. Then he remembered. The scar. "Oh… I see." She smiled. Then realization hit him as he looked at her robes. "Oh no… I'm dreadfully sorry."

"No matter… I've got three more sets of robes upstairs…" She rose to her feet and offered her hand. Harry looked up in amazement. He couldn't believe how she could possibly be so clam after what he had done to her. "Well!…Get up silly. Everyone's starring you know." Though disheveled and distraught, Harry took her hand and got up to his feet.

"Er… Sorry about this again." Harry mumbled.

"Don't mention it… Well I'd better go change. Can spend the day looking like this!" She laughed. "See you later Harry!" She passed him and headed towards the door.

"Wait!" He called to her. She spun back around. "I never got your name…"

"Madison… Madison Chilton." She called back and continued walking the other way. Harry smiled brightly and went back to his seat.

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