Three seventh year students sat in a deserted corner of the Griffondor common room. They sat, unsure of what to say. Staring with happy eyes from one boy to the next, the light headed brunette was bursting with excitement and they were not. She spoke first.
"Ami's back!" Her eyes beamed even more remembering the old friend. "Friend" may not be the right word to call Ami, but they knew each other quite well none the less. They had only talked to Ami mid- school year because she had a book that they needed and the libraby had hiden in the forbidden section. How Ami got a copy, none of them could say.
Ami, herself, scared most of the students at Hogwarts and quite rightly so. She had lost her temper twice during her year there, once when named a Griffondor (when she had most desired to be a Slytherin) and second when Snape had told her once her potion had tasted bad. After Snape said that she burst into the long tiraid of how Snape wouldn't let her put any mint (which wouldn't have affected the potion in the slightest) in to combat the over whelming taste of skunk. Both times she even scared teachers, sparks flying wildly out of her hands.
She had always sat alone and students gave her wide berths and whole rows to herself. Ami found this amusing and kept it up all year. Even though the three Griffondors almost had killed her appearance. They had found Ami was actually quite nice and very talent in things other then magic, which she had tutored them often. She claimed she barely knew anything and that everything (and anything) was wizarding common sense. She even magic without a wand and many students were scared by that more then anything else. Still, these three students seemed to be the only ones to know her good side. Seemed to be.
"Hermoine..." The red-head stared, then drifted off. He was least excited of the three and rightly so. Now Snape would treat him horribly because Snape would think him a teacher's pet already. He would have been better off with a dentetion.
"I know, Ron, I know. She's head of Slytherin. But-"
"But what? She won't favor them? Come on, she'll want them to win. Anyways, what makes you think she won't favor them, just because she knew us so long ago?"
"Don't you trust me?" A new voice was thrust into the conversation and they three turned to see Ami.
Hermoine jumped up and hugged her imediately. While the boys moved closer to the wall. To be seen with the head of another house : social suicide. Yet, they had conmitted more social suicides then most people survived every one.
"Great to see you Ami!" Hermoine chirped happily, " I'm in all your classes!"
"Wonderful, wonderful!" Ami smiled at her, the turned to the boys. Who in turn looked at her, unsure of how to act.
"Ron, Harry! Are you in my classes too?"
"Course," Ron mumbled, then almost screamed in surprise when she hugged him. She turned happily to Harry. Ami had always liked Harry's company more then the other two's. Harry had just felt like long lost family. Which would be wonderful, since she had no actually family.
"And you, Harry?" Harry looked at her, like seeing some black smugged on her nose. She frowned, "Harry?"
"Yeah," he finally replied. She patted his head, then strung an arm around his shoulder.
"I won't play favorited, if that's what you're worried about.Now, though, I have to go talk to the Slytherins. See you in class!"
"Good luck," Hermoine scoffed.
"Oh, I have more the lady luck on my side," Ami tapped a finger on Hermoine's nose and walked off with out another word.
"She's a dead woman," Ron murmured to Harry after she was well out of range.
