A/N: Ok so this is my first fan fic. So yeah. NEways, this story has been in the back of my head for sometime now so I decided to write it out. Warning: you should know that I probably will not update often. School and stuff… Anyway, enjoy.

It was the third week of August and Harry was itching to get back to school. He hadn't had an eventful summer other than passing his apparition test. Ron's dad received a raise and the whole family (other than Fred, George, and Percy) went to Italy and wouldn't be back until the end of the summer. Hermione was at her aunt's wedding in France and would come back later in the week.

Basically, Harry was locked up at the Dursley's. Even though he was of age and had the right to do anything he wanted, he couldn't take a step outside, for Voldemort was still out there.

Sitting with his head on top of his crossed arms on the window sill, Harry stared into the might sky. His thoughts were all focused upon the upcoming school year. It would be Harry's last year there. But what would be after that? Would he continue battling Voldemort until one of them died?

"Ah," gasped Harry. His hand immediately upon his scar. It had been hurting on and off during the summer.

Suddenly his attention was directed to the sky, where he saw his tawny white owl flying toward the window. Harry opened it and the warm night air flowed into the room. Hedwig landed gracefully by Harry and let the message be untied from her leg. Harry unrolled the piece of parchment and recognized Ron's writing.

"Harry,

Got you note. We're having a fantastic time. Italy is terrific. The humid climate is eating away at me. Everyone says hi.

See you at school,

Ron

P.S. Remind me to never take Pig on vacation again!"

Harry smiled and went back to his previous position.

The last week passed not too slowly. Harry met up with Hermione and Ron in Diagon Alley two days before school. While purchasing books, Harry listened to Ron who wouldn't shut up about Italy. When Ron finished, Hermione jumped in about the wedding. The rest of the weekend was spent at the Burrow. Harry had his trunk transferred from the Dursley's.

Sunday came all too quickly. At 11:00, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were waving good bye to Mrs. Weasley. When the Station was behind them, the lot went to find an empty compartment. All were filled except one which contained one girl who was sound asleep. After dropping their trunks off, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione went off on Prefect duties.

When they returned they heard the once sleeping girl say, "You're Harry Potter!"

Harry didn't have time to answer as his friends came in. As Ron sat down next to Harry, he rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Not another fan." He then received a punch in the shoulder from Ginny.

"No, I'm not a fan," answered the girl, obviously hearing Ron. Then to Harry with a barely noticeable smirk, "But I've heard of you greatness." Bringing attention to everyone, she introduced herself, "My name is Jacqueline Mireille and I transferred to Hogwarts this year from a school in France. I'm in the 7th year. I've been sorted into my house just two days ago. I'm in…"

"Let me guess," interrupted Ron, "Slytherin." At that comment, he received the evil eye from the girls, but Harry stifled a laugh.

"So you're nice I can see," said Jacqueline with a laugh, sensing through the remarks that Ron was good natured. "I'm in Gryffindor."

Everyone went quiet. Ron then tried to make up for his past comment. "I just thought that…" and then he mumbled something about "you sound like," and, "you look like".

Well, Jacqueline did resemble a Slytherin. She had long black hair. Her face pale and had a certain sharpness to it. Her eyes were green and dull when not smiling. She also held an arrogant tone around her. Her face expression could not be read and her eyes rarely gave away her thoughts.

Before Ron could stop mumbling, everyone burst out laughing. All of them introduced themselves and Ginny introduced Ron, who was still angry for making a fool of himself. They also talked about each person's background; Hermione coming from the Muggle world, Harry being who he is, and the Weasleys. They especially talked about the twins and their shop. The four friends described Hogwarts to Jacqui. All the teachers and how you need to avoid Snape as much as possible. It turned out, that Jacqueline was taking the same classes as Harry and had the ambition of becoming an Auror.

They kept talking and burst out laughing every so often. At one of those outburst, the compartment door slid open and there stood none other than Draco Malfoy with a disgusted expression on his face.

"Got nothing else better to do than to roll on the floor, Weasley?" smirked Malfoy, looking at Ron, who was on the floor with Ginny on top of him. The train lurched again and Harry almost fell on top of the Weasley siblings. "Well it probably is cleaner than the one in your home."

"Stuff it, Malfoy," said Harry coolly.

Malfoy glanced at Harry and then to Jacqueline. Smirking again, he left.

"Who was that?" asked Jacqui.

"Malfoy. Slytherin. Best avoid him too," said Hermione darkly. "He thinks he is better than everybody else, being pure blood and all." Hermione the told Jacqueline about all of the encounters with him and how he made fun of them and the Weasleys'.

Jacqueline thought, laughed, and then assumed a serious expression. She got up and headed outside.

"Malfoy!" she called after the slender figure of the Slytherin.

"What is she doing?" Hermione whispered to Harry, Ginny, and Ron. Ron shrugged and pushed his sister off of himself and stood up.

Draco turned around with a neutral expression on his face.

Jacqueline began to talk at a faster tempo than she usually would have, "From what I've heard, I came to the understanding that you are this important and high ranking identity around the castle. I don't mind the put-down comments, but rudeness gets on my last nerve."

"Rudeness?" Malfoy asked, eyebrows raised and arms crossed in front of him.

"Yes, rudeness! Being the person that you are," Malfoy gave a smirk at that comment, "I would have thought that you'd have the decency to introduce yourself to anew student, such as myself, and not disregard them completely."

Malfoy was stunned at the lecture he was being given. Reluctantly he uncrossed his arms and walked up to Jacqui with hand outstretched. "I'm…"

"Malfoy. I know. My name is Mireille, since it seems you have a liking to last names. So I'll leave it at that," said Jacqueline and shook his hand. Before she turned around to go back to her Gryffindor friends, she said seriously, "I suggest you wash that hand right away."

"Why?" asked Draco cautiously looking down at his hand. By now students' heads were sticking our into the hall to see what was going on.

And with a twinkle in her eye and a soft smile she answered, "Because after toughing the hand of a mudblood, a pureblood like yourself might want to wash it."

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant," exclaimed Ron as Jacqueline sat down next to him, smiling. "I think that was the first time I saw Malfoy stunned with nothing to say back."

"Won't be the last," said Jacqueline with a laugh.

"You know he'll have his revenge. Half the school just witnessed this. This'll the first thing they'll be talking about when we get up to the castle," said Hermione through laughter.

"Welcome to Gryffindor," said Harry and he and Jacqui shook hands. But when his hand touched hers, his scar prickled. Harry disregarded it though when he heard Ginny exclaim, "That is a beautiful pendant! Is it charmed to glow red at times," noticing that when Harry and Jacqui were shaking hands it was glowing red, "May I see it?"

Jacqueline looked down at the small heart shaped pendant around her neck, paled a bit in the face, and shook her head slowly, "No, this is really special to me and I can't part with it. And it is charmed to glow red some times." The pendant was small, less than half an inch squared. In the center was a heart shaped onyx stone surrounded by a silver frame made into intricate designs.