This one is from Saoirse's POV. Her name is pronounced "Seer-sha" by the way. It's Gaelic Irish, and I can't remember what it means.

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Saoirse looked around her dormitory, still not believing that after all these years of hearing about Hogwarts, she was finally here. If Dumbledore hadn't intervened, he father might not have let her come.

She walked over to the window. It was raining and the lake down below shimmered in the moonlight.

Night was her favorite time of day.

The sapphire on her class ring gleamed in the night, and she remembered getting it in her muggle high school, her senior year. It hadn't fit, and the ring person had had to resize it, so she hadn't gotten it until the week after everyone else got theirs. She was 18, probably the oldest first year in the history of the entire school.

She only had Dumbledore to thank for it.

She had been practicing with her band in her step-father's garage, when her father had Apparated right there. Dumbledore soon followed. It had all happened so fast, that she still wasn't sure how to organize it in her mind.

She had put down her guitar, of that she was sure. Snape and Dumbledore had been arguiing in civil tones, something unheard of in her childhood, and at first she hadn't recognized her biological father. How had he gotten so old?

"Saoirse, it is my wish that you come to Hogwarts Scool of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore had said gently, his light blue eyes sparkling.

"Um... I'm a little old... besides... he never cared before," she said, staring at her father, who glared daggers at Dumbledore's back.

"Your father didn't want you to come back precisely for the reason that you have just stated. Would you like to come or not?" he had asked gently.

"Yeah, I'd love to...but I don't have any wizard money," she had said. At this, her father rolled his eyes, and tossed her a heavy drawstring back that jangled.

"I will be funding your years at the school. You are my... daughter," he said with a sneer. She wasn't sure what to make of him yet; it had been nearly 9 years since she had last seen him or spent any significant ammount of time with him.

"Sure...dad..."she trailed off, totally at a loss. Dumbledore had waved a wand at the members of her band, their gaze had gone out of focus, and they both disapparated.

Now she sat at Hogwarts in her new dormitory, staring out at the lake.

"Mow!" her new cat meowed. It was a female with mismatched eyes like her, named Calico, because of her multicolored patchy fur that was mostly black. She was no bigger than a kitten but she was fully grown.

Saoirse scratched behind her ears and watched as a snowy owl soared past the window like a ghost.

She sighed and thought about her father. She couldn't remember much; he hadn't been there for her as a child. She hadn't seen him at all since she was eight, and she had told herself all these years that it was because he didn't know he had a daughter. At eight years old, she learned what must be the truth; He had known and was only seeing her then because it was mandatory. But she never quite gave up on him... she had always had a problem with seeing the best in everyone, no matter what they had done.

"Maow," her cat said again. Saoirse guessed she was hungry. She got up, straightened her long nightshirt out and reched into her trunk and dug out a can of tuna she'd brought with her. She opened it by magic and set it on the windowsill.

That was another thing. Her magical abilities. She had honed them since she was a child, able to do things any qualified wizard could with a wand... howeever, she could levitate things by thinking about it, and throw people across the room by pointing at them. She learned to be an Animagus at an early age. A white Bengal tiger. She had a wand now. Dragon heartstring and cherry. She knew it was wierd, because all witches and wizards used them, but she couldn't hel pfeeling foolish whenever she waved it around.

Climbing into bed, she closed her eyes, and tried to sleep.