Well, here I am again. I just posted the last chapter and here I am, writing this one. Then again, I posted that thing and like 2 minutes later I'm reading two new reviews for the thing, with 3 more coming in right after. Thanks to my reviewers, I'm glad you like it so much. Although I DO have to wonder how you got involved that fast…

Disclaimer: Last one. Promise. We all know I don't this anyway—after all, how can I own it if I'm dreaming everyday of finding a broom closet and dragging Fred Weasley, Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle—younger—into it and shoving love potions down their throats. You should see how many times I've scribbled "Amber Weasley-Riddle-Malfoy" on top of my notes…

But I DO own Amber, I suppose, and anybody else I decided to introduce—not that I plan to introduce anybody else. Just name some originally nameless characters from canon, perhaps…

And here we go!!

Hogwarts students watched and chatted amongst each other as they waited for the first years. Up at the High Table, so did the teachers, although they were discussing class plans, rather then the neat vacations their students gossiped about with their friends.

It was therefore no surprise when they took no notice of the winged wolf that flew in with the older students, a young boy on its back. The wolf was a beautiful sight to see, white from its head down, then changing to black midway, its tail, ears and all four paws seemingly dipped in sterling sliver. In contrast, the wings carrying it and its burden were bright gold, and seemed dipped in pure crystal.

The boy on its back was smirking as his long raven hair flowed out behind him. His emerald eyes glinted—and this time there were no glasses to hinder him. Of course, you would've had to be familiar with this boy to know that he had, indeed, worn glasses at one point in time.

The boy's name was Harry James Potter, and since discovering his magic, at the tender age of five, he had fixed himself up a bit. The first thing he had done after accepting the offer to leave his abusive relatives from his sister—the wolf beneath him—was fix his eyesight. He would never need glasses again.

His sister was named Amber. Her full name was Amber Dawn Ailes, and she was the last of the once great Ailes line—now thought dead. Harry smirked wider. When they learned her heritage, they were going to die of shock. He knew it. She was also, it should be noted, of a non-human lineage, with born werewolf traits and the wings that carried them to sit comfortably in the rafters of the meal hall. That was why she was a wolf now—she could transform into one anytime she wanted to.

Of course, having stolen the proper books for Animagi training at age 9, both she and Harry could transform into other creatures. Her main form was the winged unicorn (Outside her wolf, of course) while his was the thestral his necklace featured. Of course, they didn't hold to the book's standards about forms, and, being far more in tune with magic then they should be—not that they knew or cared—could transform into any animal they wished to.

Watching from the roof, they waited for the ever stern Minerva McGonagall to open her list of student names to begin sorting. Of course, the Hat had to sing a bit first, but neither Amber nor Harry cared. Not until the last verse, anyway.

"Prepare Hogwarts, for they come. The Thestral from the dead and his winged wolf sister, last of her breed, shall return to you, and shall undo the history the Founders gave you. Follow them, for they are the ones to lead us to Peace."

Amber, still in wolf form, exchanged glances with Harry. Well, apparently, nothing got past that old Hat—not even them. Harry smirked. Forewarnings would do nothing for them now. They were here, and they would wreak enough havoc to make the teachers and students think that the Marauders were back—and they had allied themselves with the Weasley Twins.

Amber smirked back, and with a quick wiggle of a pinky, had added her name to the list Minerva was just about to read from. Harry blinked, and his name was now also present. Oh, this WAS going to be fun.

Amber was only second on the list—Hannah Abbot had to be sorted in Hufflepuff first—but nevertheless, she got a reaction before her name was even read. McGonagall opened her mouth, prepared to say the next name, and nearly dropped the scroll. Certainly she paled significantly, and began trembling some. Her eyes were wider then anyone thought possible.

"Minerva?" Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' Headmaster, sounded rather concerned for his Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration professor.

"It's—it's not possible!!! They're dead! All of them!!"

"Who?"

"The Ailes!! But the next name is Amber Ailes!! But how?"

Swooping down from her perch after grinning at her brother, Amber landed swiftly in the shadows and became human again. Smirking like no tomorrow, she stepped from them and replied,

"That's for me to know, dearest professor, and you to never find out."

Everyone turned to see a sight that sent many falling out of their seats in shock. The 4'9" girl that stepped out of the shadows had two feathered wings behind her back, folded gently, while a gleaming black wolf tail flicked the air casually behind her. The laughter she let loose at the sight of the professors and students loosing it showcased her mouth of fangs, as her claws came into view, clutching the Hat.

Two ears, white were the tail was black, were perked and listening to the heart attacks being had around her as she gently fitted the Hat between them. Behind her, Potions Master Severus Snape was trying—and failing horrendously—not to choke on the air and nearly collapsed right into the lap of the Defense Professor Quirinus Quirrel, who was busy trying to breathe as he stared at the wolf-child claiming to be the last of the once great Ailes. (1)

The Hat, itself, seemed to find the whole lot of it funny; it was laughing hysterically, and couldn't properly sort Amber for several full minutes. Although, it had known she was coming, unlike the others, who didn't know until right then. Amber knew Harry was clutching a support beam right now, wandless silencer allowing him to nearly fall from laughing so hard.

Finally, the Hat settled down and had a nice conversation with the student whose head he was presently sitting on.

"Well, I know where you are going, but let's just see here what you hold. Oh my, such talents you and Harry have, and such appropriate names too. Loyalty you have in mass, but only to those you trust. Living in the streets is not the kind of atmosphere for easy trusting, but you manage. Smart, yes, and brave. You and Harry have all four traits, but the streets allowed your Slytherin side to nurture and grow and use all of them for its own gain. This is why you belong in SLYTHERIN!!!"

Amber thanked the Hat and headed over to her table, where she waited patiently for McGonagall to regain herself and continue the sorting. Nothing else spectacular happened until after Sally-Ann Perks was sorted. McGonagall prepared to read the next name, saw just exactly what the name was and did something entirely unexpected.

She fainted.

Several people got upset about it, until Snape grabbed the scroll to see why. Then he too, had a most unusual reaction.

First, he choked on his own air, again, then he shrieked "WHAT!!!!", then he fainted.

It was Dumbledore who finally managed to gasp out the name.

"P-P-Potter, Harry??!!"

Amber looked up to watch Harry free-fall from the ceiling, and slowly but surely, the others not presently unconscious did so too. They gasped in shock and screamed in terror but Harry Potter didn't care as he landed expertly on top of Ravenclaw table, scattering plates, silverware and glassware as he did so. Amber whooped and hollered at the boy.

"Shut up, DS, before I hurt you." he told her.

"But, DH, that was so bloody perfect!!! Did you see how many more heart attacks you caused—add that to the ones your name got, and it's so freaking brilliant that it's perfect!!"

"Your point?" he asked as he, too, placed the Hat on his head. There was a short interval before it made him Slytherin too.

This was lost to the staff and students of Hogwarts, many of which were out cold. They didn't know that Harry had made free-falling from the towers and buildings of London a sport. He was perfect at doing that—and he could have always saved himself by transforming.

Exchanging glances, the duo cast a wandless, wordless reviver around the whole hall, allowing them to regain consciousness. Looking around as they remembered what was going on, they didn't see anyone step forward and sighed. Harry Potter was dead, and wasn't coming to Hogwarts.

Harry snickered. He noticed that he had been overlooked, and decided to wait until after the sorting was finished to make his presence known. Which he did quite well, in Amber's opinion.

After Blaise Zambini was placed into Slytherin, McGonagall took the Hat and stool away and came back just as students and staff alike started to dig into the feast. She was just about to start in on a serving of Sheppard's Pie, when she felt eyes on her and looked up.

At first, she didn't know where the gaze was coming from till she caught the Ailes girl waving at her from Slytherin table. This was unusual, but not completely odd because during their time, Ailes were known for looking past prejudices and interacting with anybody and everybody regardless of blood or House.

Then she noticed the wizard sitting next to her. And found herself nearly choking on her Pie. The raven hair was longer then she remembered, but those emerald eyes were exactly the same, and there was no mistaking that lightening bolt on his forehead. Things got worse when she noticed his placement—SLYTHERIN table.

When she tried to tell this to the other staff members, she could only point widely in their direction. But get the message across she did, because everyone looked, and everyone saw the unmistakable form of Harry James Potter and worse yet, his form sitting at the Snake table.

Slowly, the students begin to notice too, and Amber and Harry laughed so hard they fell out of their seats as people choked on food and drink and air. Quirrel shrieked loudly enough to wake the dead and fainted again. No one noticed the spirit of the Dark Lord, who, had he a body and a face not presently hidden, would've been staring at his enemy while looking for the entire world like a fish. (2)

By the end of the night, Harry and Amber would have nearly lost the school a Defense, Potions and Transfiguration professor, and would have had to replace the Headmaster as well. Both knew that several of said professors would undoubtedly be talking to them, mainly about their whereabouts—particularly Harry's—the past 6 years and why they didn't know about their coming till they read the list.

However, they knew it would be awhile, because first, the professors would have to stop having strokes and heart attacks every time they saw them walking the halls or sitting at Slytherin table. And for all they knew, the professors might never get over it, maybe the entire time they went to Hogwarts.

Amber giggled and Harry snickered uncontrollably at the thought. That they would show up every year and Snape would still choke on air was a very humorous thought to them. Being on the streets had warped their sense of humor, but still, most homeless beggars tended to not have humor at all, so that was probably a good thing.

Of course, they'd probably have to deal with the Slytherins tonight as they appeared to be shaking off the shock better then the teachers, and the fact that Harry Potter and an Ailes was in their House was not about to go unnoticed. But they didn't care. Slytherin had become a mockery of what it stood for, they knew. Slytherin was supposed to be for the ambitious and sly, but now it was just for the purebloods.

Of course, Amber and Harry were Slytherin, perhaps even more so the Salazar himself, because you don't survive the harsh life of the streets by giving others your candy bar or reading books on shop-lifting techniques you won't use. Kindness and intelligence were well and good, but the streets were the wrong place to use them. Sneakiness and being sly as the fox was what got you through the day.

All in all, Harry and Amber mused, it was a good day. So far, they hadn't killed anybody from shock, but things were looking good. Exchanging smirks, they waited patiently for Dumbledore to dismiss them—which took some time—and followed their prefect to the dorms.

It was time to face their Housemates, and outsmart them the only way they knew how. Who knew? Maybe they'd make a friend.

Only time would tell.

There. At 1:30 am, I'm finished. Now to edit and post. Next up, Slytherin Dorms—Malfoy won't be happy, I can assure you.

1: Thanks to Ranma Hibiki for the idea of Snape and Quirrel. I tweaked it a bit, but there it is, just for you.

2: I just love imagining the fish look on Voldemort's face. I mean, with the face he has, it would be utterly hilarious!! And I couldn't help but put my thought in if Harry became a Slytherin. His own enemy, a member of his own House. Oh the irony!! Can't you just see him?