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Chapter Three

Sarah was walking down to the Great Hall for dinner when Harry caught up with her.

"Hey, did you guys decide who made the team yet?" Asked Sarah, not really sounding hopeful at all, just curious.

"Um, yeah, the reason I came over here is to tell you that you are the new Keeper." Harry said, like he didn't want to be there at all.

"Really! That's great! Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!" Sarah said, excited.

"Yeah, it will. Well, I'll see you later." Harry felt really shy around her and he didn't want to stay long. "Bye!" With that he left.

Sarah watched him go. He seemed nervous around her. Sarah had talked to Dumbledore lots about how she couldn't tell anyone the reasons why she was here. Especially Harry. Could he be suspecting something? No, you're just being paranoid...She sure hoped that was all she was being. Because if he knew...I will not think about that. As she entered the Great Hall her mind was taking away from her thoughts as she saw Hermione waving at her. She smiled and hurried to meet her new friend.

When Sarah got to the table she sat down between Ron and Hermione. From Hermione's side she was being asked, "What classes will you be taking this year?" and from Ron's, "So, how long have you played Quidditch?" She laughed and asked Ron to hang on.

She turned to Hermione again, and said, "I think I'll be taking all the normal classes, and then and Divination and Care of Magical Creatures." She looked bewildered when Harry and Ron burst out laughing and Hermione looked upset. "What, what's wrong Hermione?" she asked.

"Oh, Hermione hates Divination, and she's probably upset that you didn't choose Arithmancy instead." Said Ron knowledgeably.

"I have agree with her though...Trelawney's a right old fraud if you ask me..." Said Harry.

"You better not let her hear you say that Harry, her Inner Eye might explode in anger..." said Ron, laughing at his own joke.

After a little more rambling about how much they hated Professor Trelawney, and how they hoped Harry hoped she would go blind and couldn't tell him his was going to die by looking at his hands...Ron asked Sarah his previous question.

When Sarah was about to answer, Ginny Weasley came up and sat down.

"Ugh...Sarah this is Ginny my sister." Ron said, after he caught his sister's glare.

"Hallo Ginny."

"Hi. So I hear you're on the Quidditch team. Are you good?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny, leave!" Ron said.

"She doesn't hafta...you know."

"Yeah, she does."

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Sarah." Ginny said, shooting Ron another glare. Then she walked away in a huff.

A/N: Sorry about this being so short...I had to get off the computer...Please R/R!