Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I do not own anything except for Destiny Black. And Blasting nettle cake.

AN: Hi! This is my first ever fanfic, and i hope I'll be doing more.

Now, I hope that someone is reading this and I'm not just a sad old Loser.

But just in case there ARE people who are reading this, then the review-thingy is at the bottom of the page, and drop me a pleasant note. :)

The great hall was buzzing with chatter one late Sunday evening during supper. News had come out that a new girl would be joining year six, transferring from a magic school in France.

''I hope she'll be in Gryffindor, it's rumored that she's great at Quiddich.'' Ron Weasley exclaimed, his mouth full of pudding.

''I think also think that it would be rather nice if the new girl were to join our house.'' Hermione grinned at her friends.

''Well, we'll know for sure tomorrow morning at breakfast.'' Harry potter said, taking another bite of his blasting nettle pound cake.

Neville Longbottom, overhearing this conversation, leaned over and said, ''She's also rumored to be really pretty.''

''I have to go to the library.'' Hermione announced, standing up from her chair. ''Potions essay.'' She walked out of the great hall.

Harry and Ron made their way to the Griffindor common room, which was already pretty full. ''I don't feel so good, Ron, must be the stinging nettle cake. I'm going to bed.'' Harry whispered to his friend, heading to the boy's dormitories.

As he got into bed, Harry wondered why he was having such a bad feeling about the new girl coming, and why his scar was tingling. He rolled over, and fell into a deep sleep.

''Wake up Harry! It's time for breakfast, and the new girl is going to arrive and be sorted!'' Ron yelled into Harry's ear.

Harry sat up, and reached for his glasses. He look at his red-haired best friend. what was he on about? Then he remembered.

He jumped up. ''The new girl's coming! Ron, I've got a funny feeling about all this.''

"Relax, Harry, it's all fine, it's not like she's secretly you-know-who in disguise. Now change into your robes, I'm hungry.''

Harry obligingly changed into his school robes, and followed Ron into the great hall. At the front of the hall, there was a stool, on it sat the sorting hat.

He sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione and Ron.

The doors opened, and Hagrid entered, striding up like the tallest man in the world. Behind him, walking at a considerably slower pace, Was a girl. THE girl that everybody had been waiting for.

She was tall, had the palest skin, Ringletty black hair, and green eyes. She was immensely beautiful, and Harry could hear Ron's jaw dropping. She looked rather familiar to Harry, but he couldn't figure out how.

''Is she like, a Veela then?'' Ron asked.
''No! O-of course not!'' Hermione stuttered, rather annoyed

She made her way up to the stool, then stopped and turned around, boring into the eyes of those students that dared look her in the eye.

''Boys and girls, please welcome to Hogwarts, Destiny Black!'' Albus Dumbldore announced to the students

'BLACK!' Harry Potter thought. Could it be, that this girl was related to his late godfather, Sirius Black?

He caught his friend's sympathetic looks, for the knew how close he was to Sirius. Could it be?

Professor Mcgonagall rose from her seat, and lifted the hat from the stool, so that Destiny could sit there. She placed the hat gently on her wavy black curls, and released her hands.

As the hat was gently perched on her head, the folded curves that made up the mouth let out an ear-piercing shriek.

''Please, take me off, lease take me off, please take me off!'' It was shouting. Professor mcgonagall walked over and removed the hat.

The great hall was buzzing with chatter, as the students tried to figure out why the hat screamed. Harry was more uncertain than ever about this girl.

Dumbledore and the teachers had a silent discussion, until Albus got up from his seat and made an announcement. ''Dear me! Its seems like the hat is repelled by our dear student here, would any of you care to come here and, coax, the hat?''

He looked around the hall. Nobody put their hand up. Professor mcgonagall gave one of her sternest expressions. Slowly, children raised their hands. Dumbledore beamed.

''Ginny Weasley! Would you like to come up here and help the sorting hat?''
Rather reluctantly, Ginny got up and walked over to the sorting hat, placed on the stool.

''There there, it's okay. She won't hurt you, it's okay.'' She whispered to the hat, along with many other pleasant phrases.

The hat's whimpering stopped slowly, as she continued to coo.

Then, as she made her way back to her seat, the hat was once again put on Destiny's head. If you were close enough, you could see the hat biting its leather lip and squirming.
''Well...uh...hmm...maybe Gryff... no... um...yes... GRYFFINDOR!''
'Now please get me off.?''

Destiny looked rather sullen, as she got up the stool and walked over to the gryffindor table, where she was overwhelmed with boys who had slapped soppy grins on their faces and were flexing their muscles.