Chapter 3

~September 4th~

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore beamed around the hall.

"Now I'm certain that the majority of you have heard about the tragedy of Diagon Alley. Yesterday, the entire alley was blown apart. The only places that weren't destroyed were Quality Quidditch Supplies and Ollivander's Wand Shop. Flourish and Blotts and the Magical Menagerie sustained minimal damage, and Knockturn Alley was blown to pieces."

Severus Snape, the Potions Master tuned out Dumbledore after that. After all, he already knew about the extensive damage done to both alleys because he happened to be there when they exploded. The explosion reminded him of a duo worse than the Marauders and the Weasley twins combined. After forcing his mind to not think about them, he turned to Minerva McGonagall.

"So, how was your summer?"

McGonagall looked at him, stunned. Severus Snape never asked about his colleagues' summers. "It was fine, thank you. How was yours?"

Snape glared at Dumbledore. "It was absolutely brilliant. I would rather have been locked up with the Marauders and the Weasley twins with an endless supply of pranks than go back to that…Place."

McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "That bad?"

Snape gave her a solemn look. "You have no idea."

"Enlighten me then."

"I had to deal with and entire camp of ADHD brats. All of the…campers…were armed with medieval weapons. The worst were these two girls that should be in an asylum but instead were armed and dangerous. Way worse than a class full of Neville Longbottoms."

McGonagall just stared at him in shock, her mouth gaping.

"Do shut your trap Minerva, or you'll catch flies." Snape smirked.

"Now this year we will be hosting two American exchange students. They should be here by now…" Dumbledore trailed off.

Snape was paralyzed with fear. It couldn't be them, could it?

Randomly, Lucius Malfoy ran into the hall, screaming something along the lines of 'You're Fired!' at Dumbledore. A turquoise Ford Anglia burst thru the windows on the side of the hall. Lucius stopped and stared at the Ford that was flying right at him. The Ford didn't stop. It sent Lucius flying into the wall behind the Slytherin table.

The car door opened and a blonde girl with gray eyes leapt out, closely followed by a black haired girl with violet eyes. The blonde landed on her feet and looked around, whist the black haired one tripped and fell.

"Tanya, you're such a klutz." The blonde shook her head as she helped her friend up.

"Brilliant observation, Jema."

A groan was heard from behind them. Lucius Malfoy had woken up from his first-class trip into the wall.

"Don't worry Lucy-Goose, the pain isn't permanent. You just have a concussion." Jema informed him.

"Muggles deal with them all the time. A great wizard like yourself must be able deal with a concussion since you're so much better that a lowly Muggle." Tanya spat sarcastically.

"Well put, Tani."

"Thanks Jem."

"I'll get you for this!" Lucy yelled.

"Ah, but that's the brilliance. We have diplomatic immunity so you can't sue us." Jema smirked.

"Bite me!"

Jema walked over to Lucius and bit his arm. He spluttered angrily and stormed out of the hall.

"What? He asked for it!"

Tanya sighed and drug Jema to the staff table.

The girls looked at each other and declared, "It's the Silky-One!"

"Hi Sevvie!"

Snape groaned and McGonagall realized that this was the duo that gave him hell.

"Detention! The both of you!"

"For what?" The pair cried indignantly.

"For damaging the great hall and driving a car to school!"

"Hey! That was our car!" Ron Weasley and Harry Potter yelled.

"Finders, keepers—"

"—losers, weepers." The pair chorused.

"You two still have detention! Tomorrow night, seven o'clock my office!"

"We beat the record!" Tanya shrieked.

"Yes! We beat the twins—"

"—the Marauders—"

"—and Ron and Harry!"

"What on earth are the two of you talking about?" McGonagall asked angrily.

"We got detention before we were ever sorted." The twins looked saddened, but apparently something cheered them up.

"Speaking of the Sorting, are you going to sort us or not?"

"Yes, yes, of course!" Dumbledore clapped and summoned the Sorting Hat.

"I assume that you want to be sorted properly?"

"Well, you know what they say when you assume…" Jema was cut off by an elbow in the ribs from Tanya.

"Yes, please." Tanya answered curtly.

"Very well," Dumbledore handed the Hat to McGonagall as well as a short scroll.

"Hathaway, Tanya!"

Tanya bounded up and jammed the hat on her head.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted, Snape face-palmed.

"Whereais—" McGonagall started.

"Where is what, professor?"

"Whereais—"

"Whereas what?"

"JEMA!" McGonagall shrieked.

Jema calmly walked forward and placed the hat on her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!" McGonagall groaned.

Jema walked over to her friend and held out a fist.

"Rock,"

"Paper,"

"SCISSORS!"

Tanya had rock and Jema had paper.

"I WIN!" Jema grabbed Tanya and together they ran to the Gryffindor table.

"Oi, Dumbledude! Are we allowed to wear whatever we want?" Jema asked ignoring the gasps of the other students.

Dumbledude chuckled. "I guess. Oh, let the feast begin!" Food appeared magically on the tables.

All of the students but the Americans dug in. The American duo exchanged looks and flicked their wands.

Tanya was now wearing a bright yellow t-shirt that said 'I killed big bird' in big block letters with jeans accompanied by a pair of ballet flats. Jema however, kept the Gryffindor tie, stiletto boots, and gray skirt but removed the white dress shirt, revealing a black t-shirt saying 'Death Eater and Proud of it' as well as a Dark Mark on her left forearm.

"And you're a Gryffindor?" Ron Weasley said incredulously.

"Got a problem with that, punk?"

"But, you have a Dark Mark—"

Jema sighed. "It's fake! Gods, you people are S-T-U-P-I-D! I was barely a year old when Voldie was defeated, killed, whatever."

Harry choked. "Did you just call Voldemort, Voldie?"

Jema glared at him. "I'd call him that to his face too."

Tanya sighed. "Jema has stupid people issues and also happens to have a death wish."

Jema glared at her.

"What are you doing here, Slytherin?" Ron spat.

"She's been my best friend since we were three! You thought that I would not be her best friend because she's a Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor?"

"Well, yeah—"

"You disgust me." Jema stalked off to the Slytherin table, Tanya trailing behind her after glaring at Ron.

The pair plopped down near an end of the table, near Draco Malfoy and his goons.

"I'm surprised. Most people don't think that they can't friends from other houses. I'm Pansy Parkinson."

"Tanya Hathaway."

"Jema," Pansy looked puzzled.

"I don't give people my last name. Only those that can pronounce my last name can use it."

"So that's why you gave McGonagall such a hard time."

"Yup,"

"Who are your friends from other houses?" Tanya asked.

"Let's see, Parvarti and Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, and Luna Lovegood."

Draco Malfoy snorted. "You're friends with Loony?"

"Don't call her that! And yes I am." Pansy declared defiantly.

Draco turned to Tanya and Jema. "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"I'm Bond, James Bond." Jema declared with a straight face.

Tanya howled with laughter.

"What's so funny?" Draco demanded.

"Your face!" Tanya said between giggles.

"Explain. Now."

"Does anyone here have a sense of humor?" Jema asked the world in general.

"The first was a reference to Muggle movies. James Bond is a British spy that always introduced himself by saying 'Bond, James Bond'. The second was a lame 'your face' joke."

"It wasn't lame!" Tanya exclaimed indignantly.

"Yeah it was." Draco, Jema, and Pansy replied.

"You didn't even know what a 'your face' joke was!" Pansy accused.

Draco shrugged then looked suspiciously at the exchange students. "How come Bond-James-Bond is in Gryffindor and Your-face is with us?" He half wondered, half complained.

Jema pondered. "I guess it's just luck with me. I've got the qualities of both. But maybe a tad more Gryffindor," She allowed. "You know, loyal, faithful, pride shall never fail."

She paused. "No, wait. That was part of the alma mater of the school Tani and I attended last year. Well, not so much when you add reckless to the list…never mind." Jema amended at the curious looks of her Slytherin classmates.

Pansy looked towards Tanya, who had been concentrating on eating. "What about you?" She asked.

When Tanya looked up, her night-colored hair fell all over her face, exposing only one vivid purple eye. She smiled, not in a friendly way-it was the smile of a predator. "Maybe it's because the darkness lives inside me. And you never know when it's going to get let out," She whispered, adding a manical giggle at the end.

Jema muttered something along the lines of sun-child whilst stiffiling giggles.

Pansy drew back, shivering. But Tanya threw her head back and laughed. "Nah," She said. "Just kidding. It's a family legacy, actually. Well, sort of…" Tanya trailed off, adding 'because I'm the first one to come here' in her head.

Pansy glared. She wasn't the sort who was happy with being fooled.

"You know, you remind me of my friend Clarisse." Jema said thoughtfully. Tanya, however, snorted.

"I think it's your take-no-prisoners attitude." Jema continued.

Tanya snorted again.

"What's so funny?" Pansy asked, puzzled.

"Clarisse is someone from our summer camp that only gets along with her cabin mates, Silena Beauregard, and Jema. The reason she gets along with Jema is because they both like to blow stuff up, that and she's a pyromaniac like Jema." Tanya told them matter-of-factly.

The rest of their group stared at Jema in shock.

"What? You all thought that Diagon Alley blew itself up? That was hardly an explosion. I use more dangerous explosives during Capture the Flag."

"YOU BLEW UP DIAGON ALLEY?" Draco shouted.

"No shit Sherlock. Tani, we need to check on the Club." With that, Jema hopped up, closely followed by Tanya, leaving a shocked hall behind them.

Disclaimer: We only own Tanya, Jema, and the plot.

A/N: If you can figure out what the numbers spell from the last chapter we'll give you a cyber cookie.