"Are you really?" Pixie asked. This would anger Draco a whole lot knowing that she was going to sit with his enemy. She plopped herself casually on the seat and made room for Harry to sit next to her. Ron and Hermione sat next to each other on the opposite seat awkwardly.

"Yes, I am. I know what you've heard. I defeated Voldemort when I was a child and that I look like my father except for the eyes and everything else…It had been said too much."

"I know your story. What wizard or witch doesn't?"

"Good point." Hairy Smiled slightly. 'Am I actually flirting with her? She looks familiar. I know I've seen this girl before.' Harry thought.

"Well I have a tendency to do that." Pixie stated in a cocky tone. "Anyways, can anybody point to the loo so I can change into this ghastly uniform?"

"I don't think the uniform is that bad." Hermione stated. "As long as it has some adjustments." She waved her wand at her clothes and the loafers that she hated were transformed into black flats and her skirt that reached well below her knees raised up several inches to the mid-thigh. The loosely fitting top now hugged her curves and accentuated what she liked and covered her problem areas. The final touch to the transformation was her hair. The frizzy locks evened out into soft chocolate brown-curls. "Now the uniform is perfect. Do you need help?"

"I would love your help." Pixie stated following Hermione into the bathroom. The brunette turned her back to the redhead as she changed. Once sure that Pixie was fully clothed, she made the same adjustments to her uniform. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Mum would kill me if she found out." They said exiting the loo. "I could hear her now! 'HERMIONE, YOU LOOK LIKE A HUSSEY, YOU CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES RIGHT NOW!'" She laughed openly.

"Well I agree with your mum Granger." Somebody leered behind her. "You do look like a whore! If I gave you ten galleons would you give me something in return?" Hermione smirked at Malfoy's offer. This was her chance to get him back after all those years of rude comments and ridicule.

"Absolutely Malfoy. As a matter a fact, I guarantee that I can make you scream. You just have to give me the money first." Malfoy eagerly handed her the money and led her to a compartment full of first years that he shoved out carelessly.

"Let's see what you got Granger." He smirked. Hermione walked up to him and nibbled him on the ear slightly while trying not to gag. When he reacted she jammed her knee in his crotch. He sank down with a groan and Hermione strutted out reconnecting with Pixie.

"What did you do to him?" She asked curiously.

"I just gave him what he deserved." She smirked.

"I see" Pixie said grinning. They re-entered their compartment and sat down next to the guys.

"You look good Pixie." Harry stated. She looks like a young version of my mom. He thought shaking his head.

"I do?" She thought out loud.

"Yes you do."

"Thanks." The train screeched to a halt and most students started piling out. "Umm, I have to go see professor Dumbledore. I have to talk to him about classes. Beauxbatons classes are fairly advanced compared to the classes here. So I may have to take advanced classes."

"Alright. I'll see you in the great hall." The trio said.

Belle hurried to the headmaster's office and was greeted warmly.

"Miss Lestrange, how nice to see you."

"Yes it's nice to finally meet the famous Dumbledore." She grinned.

Its true then. Dumbledore thought. She is the daughter of Lily potter. She's a spitting image. I know that she and James had one child; Harry, that's a given, but what about Pixie's father? It has to be a student near her year.

"Do you know I can hear your thoughts professor?"

"I wasn't aware that you would be a telepathic so early in your life." Dumbledore said.

"So it is true then…" her mouth hung open. "They wiped out my memory and everything but I had a feeling that I was her daughter.

"What made you think that?"

"When I purchased my gowns for my birthday and a friend of mine's, the two I purchased were Lily's and the store keeper told me that only her daughter would be able to find and wear them." She stated. So I lied a little bit…but now I know the truth about myself. Pixie stated

"Well that is true. Instead of sending you to the embarrassing ceremony, we'll sort you here. Then Professor McGonagall will take the hat to the great hall and you will sit at your table. She stood there nervously as the hat rested on her head smushing her ginger locks. "Hmm…" She heard. Pixie jumped slightly but stayed still. "You're clever, very clever. I sense a lot of bravery and a thirst to be different from what you've grown to know. There's a lot of power too. I still don't know where to put you. Too smart and coy for Gryffindor and too brave in the heart for Slytherin. I know just where to put you! Better be…RAVENCLAW!" She breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have a feeling you'll be able to find your table from here." Dumbledore said leaving her at the entrance to the great hall. Pixie entered the room and sat at the Ravenclaw table next to a petite girl. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and she wore a butterbeer cap necklace. Pixie smiled warmly and introduced herself. The girl stared at her as though she was crazy.

"I'm Luna Lovegood." She stated holding out her hand. Pixie hesitantly took it in hers. She decided that she would be better off sitting with Harry and the gang and made her way over to the Gryffindor table. On her way there though, she had to pass the Slytherin table. One of the upperclassmen decided it would be funny to bring his head down across her ass. Pixie, shocked by the sudden action, brought her hands up and caught the student's robes on fire. She gasped and grabbed his water dumping it on him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. It was a reflex." She strode over the to Gryffindor table plopping down between Harry and Ron. "Hi Harry." She Grinned. "I was wondering if you could meet me here after everybody leaves. I need to talk to you."

He blushed and looked down, nodding slightly. "Alright." He said. "I'll umm…see you then."

She headed back to her table, on the way being pulled down at the Slytherin table. "What was with your fiery display earlier?" Malfoy whispered menacingly. She wasn't fazed.

"I thought you liked it when things got hot. If you excuse me, I have to eat." She stood up, breaking his grip and sitting next to Luna attempting conversation again. Soon everybody cleared out just leaving her and Harry in the room.

"What did you want to talk about?" Harry asked. He suddenly felt nervous around her.

"Well umm…I suggest you sit down next to me…" Her nervousness grew as he sat down next to her. She placed her hand on his. "Harry I…" She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Harry boldly kissed her. She pulled away. "Harry, that was uncalled for…I like you…"

"I can tell…for some reason I can feel what you do."

"What am I feeling then?" She challenged him.

"You're totally hot for me…And you feel strangely nervous…what are you hiding."

"I've been trying to tell you this…Remember how you thought that I looked like your mother?"

"What? How did you know that?"

"I'm telepathic…that's not important though…I am also Lily Potter's daughter."

"So you're my sister then?" He chuckled. "Is this a joke you pull on everybody?"

"What? No!"

"Well this isn't funny Pixie!"

"It's not meant to be funny!"

"Why are you doing this to me?" He asked in a dangerously calm voice.

"I'm not trying to do this…I just wanted to let you know. Look it up in this book that I bought." She handed him the volume and swept out of the great hall…losing herself in the process. After an hour she found the dormitory and eventually after guessing everything in her head she figured out the password. Pixie climbed up the stairs collapsing in her bed in a full night's sleep.

AN: Sorry it took so long for me to update this…its not my best but I'm a little rusty…I've been doing poetry lately…so don't flame but I would appreciate comments…

3 you

Elizabeth Jennifer…