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A/N: thanks for giving this a chance. I'm the kind of writer (apparently) who explains as the story goes. So please continue reading, and let me know what you think! If you aren't familiar with the other stories, you will still be able to understand this.

Italics means Moreta's thought

This means Marieth communications

Chapter 1

Well, the seventeen-year-old thought as she stepped onto the Hogwarts express for the first time, early as always, at least I won't be the one cleaning up after a bunch of kids this time, right sweetheart?

Feeling the rumblings of affirmation, Moreta lugged her trunk to the very back compartment, planning to use the trip to contemplate just how she was going to pull this off.

You see, Moreta is not only the first person in Hogwarts history to begin at seventh year, she is also the only person going to Hogwarts that isn't a witch. Dumbledore, of course knew this and had helped to arrange everything because he knew that she was in danger. Moreta had been born a drudge on the planet Pern. Her mother named her using the only name she knew how to spell: Moreta; after the great Weyrwoman that had given her life to save Pern. From the age of two till the age of ten, Moreta had worked hard serving her masters, but when a lord Holder tried to rape her, she accidentally caused mass chaos with every bit of wood, piece of cloth, amount of metal , and plant; along with the roof caving in on the man, almost killing him. She thought she was going crazy. She had no idea what had happened.

Strange people came and took her away. They were dressed in different colored habits and looked worried, consequently scaring the crap out of her (theoretically, of course). These people turned out to be wonderful and took her to an excessively beautiful place where she did not have to worry about being safe, for there was protection in all the people there who cared for her. They told her she was an unusually powerful nature mage, the only one who had a mergence of powers and that other people would come and test soon.

Half of the Jedi Council came to test her. Along with being a nature mage, apparently, she was a jedi too.

Moreta became the busiest girl her age. She spent half the day (6 hours) with her mage master, who guided the building and controlling of her mage strengths through concentration and meditation. The other half of the day she spent working on her jedi powers, using the force, and learning sword play first with heavy plastic, then the real metal ones, and finally with a lightsaber. Moreta became accomplished very quickly. She became a fully qualified nature mage in four years and was just about to become a Jedi Knight in five when she was searched.

She was searched at fourteen? Ridiculous, some said. Regardless, on her fifteenth birthday Moreta became Queen dragonrider of Marieth.

That was the happiest she had ever been, and she stayed that happy until six months ago, when that same Lord Holder had shown up at Benden Weyr, and tried to kill her. And while she refuted him easily, he had gradually started to attack more and more frequently over the course of time, with more and more people helping him everytime. Her friends and superiors got worried, and after she became a full-fledged Jedi, had told her to go to Hogwarts.

Everything had been set up with Dumbledore in less than a month. Moreta and Marieth had been taken by starship to Hogswarts (the trip between would have been too risky). Marieth was hidden, of course but Moreta still had to keep up appearance by 'getting there' on the train.

After fifteen minutes of the Hogwarts Express getting gradually louder, Moreta soon came to regret her compartment choice. Four boys around her age were joking around with each other, walking down the aisleway towards the only compartment with any room left. Hers.

Although she had had many male teacher, all of them understanding and nice, Moreta still found it very hard to trust men. Especially when they were in groups and had just randomly hexed someone in the hallway outside the sliding door.

Moreta sat up quickly from her lounging position as they opened the door and walked in. Before they even notice she was there, a beautiful girl with green eyes flashing, stormed in and rounded on a boy with very messy black hair and hazel eyes.

"You make me absolutely sick Potter!" she shrieked, " you just hex people for no reason!"

"Evans –"

"Don't you dare defend him Black."

'Potter' looked imploringly at her and opened his mouth…

"And no Potter, I won't go out with you." 'Evans' made a loud noise of disgust, turned on her heel and promptly stalked out.

"Ouch, James"

"Shut up Moony."

As three of the boys doubled up in laughter, Moreta was trying to sort things out. James/Prongs/Potter? That doesn't make any sense. And who names their child Moony, anyways? She heard Marieth making a naughty comment and couldn't help feeling a grin cover her lightly freckled face. Marieth then communicated to her star-crossed lovers. And, try as she might to stifle it, Moreta burst out laughing.

All four boys looked over at her in shock. Then their eyes widened even more because she was new and obviously wasn't a first year. She quickly stopped laughing and studied them. On who hadn't said anything and seemed to draw courage from his friends, was slightly pudgy, but looked okay, she guess. The other one that had interrupted definitely looked okay. He had elegant black hair and pretty blue eyes. He looked…mischievous with flare. Moreta looked up and 'Moony' and softened slightly. She could tell that he had hardships in his life. He looked a little sick, but he also looked like he was used to it and dealt with it well. He had light brown hair that fell in his brown eyes, giving him a nice finishing touch.

She thought all this before one of them could get out a single syllable.

"Hi, I'm Moreta," she said, quickly standing up and straightening her clothes: a long brown peasant skirt and orange tank top. As she stood up, the light reflected off her brown hair, giving it gold highlights and as she smiled, her light brown eyes sparkled with mirth while her definitely-not tanned skin made her look slightly less healthy than she really was. Moreta held out her hand for ten seconds, making eye contact, or trying to make eye contact, with each of them. When she realized none of them were going to shake her hand and exchange pleasantries, she dropped her hand, turned around, and muttered: "Or, you can just stand there and be rude idiots," while sitting down ad curling her legs up under her.

This appeared to break them from their reverie.

"Sorry, I'm Remus Lupin," said the previously 'Moony', "he's James Potter," gesturing to 'James/Prongs/Potter'

"I'm Sirius Black," said the blue-eyed one.

"And he's Peter Pettigrew," said James Potter.

"Of course, you can call James whatever you like, I believe Lily likes to call him—"

" Big-headed idiot," Remus Lupin finished for Black.

"What was so funny?" Peter Pettigrew asked Moreta.

"M-His face," she replied looked quickly and defiantly at Potter, hoping they didn't notice her mistake.

Surprisingly, they all started to chortle at this. Even Potter. So he did have a sense of humor.

" So Moreta, you're not from England, are you?" Lupin kindly inquired.

"No, I'm from Pe-The U.S." She said hurriedly the first state with a P she could think of, "Pennsylvania, I mean, it's in the U.S." She was fervently hoping none of the boys had ever been to Pennsylvania, because she definitely didn't talk like she was. Luckily for her, no one questioned her answer. "What's it like here?"

"Oh, it's great, there are four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and…Slytherin" Lupin added less enthusiastically.

"Slytherin is full of A-"

"Stop it Padfoot, what if she goes in Slytherin?"

"Then we'll just have to be sworn enemies Prongs."

"And which one are you-"

"Gryffindor!" Pettigrew squealed.

"Ooookay then. Are all of you-"

"Yes"

"Why do you keep finishing all my-'

"Sentences? I'm not sure." Lupin grinned.

Moreta suddenly looked down after feeling cool air around her ankles and realized that Black was using his wand to make the bottom of her skirt go up and down slowly. She waited a second, then got up and slapped him in the back of the head.

"Ow"

"Serves you right jackarse-"

The door opened.