It was Harry Potter's seventh year at Hogwarts. He started it by sitting at the Gryffindor table with his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. The first-years had just been sorted and the feast had begun.
"What exactly are we doing here again?" asked Harry.
"What do you mean?" replied Hermione, looking up from her book, Hogwarts: A History (which she had read and possibly memorized when she was eleven but was reading again despite that).
"Well, I don't remember very well, but I'm pretty sure at the end of last year I swore not to come back here and instead search for Voldemort's horcruxes."
Before anyone could respond, the doors to the great hall opened and a beautiful girl entered. She was tall and unnaturally skinny but somehow had curves in all the right places at the same time. Her hair was as golden as a silky field of wheat and her eyes as blue as a clear duck pond on a summer day. She wore a red plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off her tanned arms and her short denim skirt displayed her amazingly long legs.
"Howdy, y'all!" she greeted the silent stares cheerfully.
Harry's breath caught in his throat and his jaw dropped. All he could think of was her, the girl, his one true love…
"I see the new student has arrived." Dumbledore said as he stood. Everyone was so awe-struck by the girl's beauty that they failed to remember that he had been killed the year before by Professor Snape, who was also at the staff table.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Maggie-Rae Peggy Ann Sue Hogpusher, a transfer student from America. Her former school was in one of the southern states, I believe." announced the headmaster.
Maggie-Rae waved to everyone and strode up to the sorting hat, the thump of her cowboy boots on the stone floor ringing out over the whispers and gasps of the student body. She set herself on the stool and the hat was put on her head.
After a few moments of inaudible muttering (something about not being smart enough for Ravenclaw), the hat roared, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The table erupted with cheers and applause. Members of the other three houses looked enviously at the ecstatic Gryffindors. Maggie-Rae smiled shyly and sat next to Harry. "Oh, my," she gaped at him. "Yer the Boy-Who-Done-Lived!"
Harry blushed. "Yeah…" he muttered.
"Ah didn't know you were so gosh-darned pretty!" she exclaimed, causing Harry to turn an even deeper shade of red. Before he could respond, though, Draco Malfoy sauntered up to the group.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron snarled, remembering the blond boy's role in Dumbledore's death (despite the fact that the old man was alive and well and sitting at the staff table enjoying a strawberry tart).
Draco ignored him. "Hey, beautiful," he addressed the southern belle, "if you know what's good for you, you'll ditch the pauper and the mudbloods and join me and my friends tonight in the astronomy tower."
"Golly gee, ah'd like that." Maggie-Rae giggled, fluttering her long eyelashes seductively. Draco smirked at Harry before going back to the Slytherin table.
"The nerve of that-" before Hermione could finish her insult, she was cut off by Maggie-Rae, who talked for the next three hours about how great the south was, how much more advanced her old school was, and creative ways to pass time with five girls and a sheep. Everyone else listened attentively, in awe of this amazing new girl who knew so much more then they did and was so informed about the world.