A/U: Sorry for the rather long delay in updating. Doing my a-levels at the moment and all I can say is that they are very long and stressful, and I have been up to my neck in work, and exams. So at long last I have finally caught up with my work, and as I reward to myself I finally was able to add another chapter.

I also have to say that this chapter is dedicated to Mgrl818 my first reviewer, who actually gave me the motivation to continue on,

So her it is, hope you like it (:

Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.

The train had finally stopped and we were dressed in our Hogwarts robes. Potter, Granger and Weasleby were in their red and gold Gryffindor robes. I on the other hand am wearing plain black due to the fact that I have not been sorted yet. Draco had forewarned me about the process of sorting so I wasn't worried in the slightest, unlike the first years that I heard moaning as I was walking down the train. As we walked off the train, the Golden Trio led me towards the half giant oaf, Rubeus Hagrid.

"Firs'-years over here!" A loud voice shouted out, and I realised we were walking towards this noise. In the short distance I saw a very large man with a bushy beard and a huge mane of hair. When he caught sight of us he smiled.

"You alrigh' you three?" he asked.

"Yes thank you Hagrid." Harry answered smiling as we walked towards him.

"I 'ope the Dursley's weren't to bad this summer. An' I'm sorry 'bout Sirius. He was a lovely fellow, lovely fellow." The big oaf said, with a hint of sadness in his voice. Sirius, why did that name sound so familiar?

"Yeah, I really miss him. He was like another connection to my parents and he's gone. I mean I've got Lupin, but it's not like we see him often." Harry said sadly, his voice breaking towards the end. I watched as he looked towards the ground and Granger and Weasley held onto him. Watching this scene prompted something, because suddenly. It clicked.

"Wait Sirius Black. As in THE Sirius Black? The man that was falsely accused of killing the idiot Peter Pettigrew?" I asked curiously, not realising that I may have sounded completely insensitive. Potter nodded as he looked at me. And that was when the Hagrid man noticed me.

"Oh and who it this?" He asked smiling at me.

"This is California Morgan. She's new and is going to be joining sixth year," Granger informed him. It was if she thought I was incapable of introducing myself. I rolled my eyes at that and turned to face the giant oaf.

"Oh so that's you," he said as if finally understood. Understood what, I do not know. "You're the girl that I am meant to look out 'orm you is coming on the boats with the other 'irst-years." he finished sounding rather excited.

"Great," I mumbled sarcastically. Granger immediately looked at me. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"What did you just say?" She asked suspiously I let out a little chuckle.

"Nothing. I said nothing. You need your hearing checked," I blagged and Weasley let out a laugh. He was immediately shot a look by Granger which had him cowering away behind Harry. Well I can definitely say that the girl is feisty. She nodded, strangely believing me. Either she isn't as clever as she seems, or I am a really good liar. "Anyway, I'll check you guys later," I told them as I walked away from them and towards the boats, with the small children.

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Finally the sorting hat has stopped singing. I have never witnessed anything so boring. If they go through this every year, I feel sorry for the people. Now I have to wait for McGonagall to get to my name in the alphabet. M, why does my bloody last name have to start with an M? Most of the people before me were quick to get sorted. But on the other hand sometimes the sorting hat took its time. At last,

"Morgan, California," I was finally called. I pushed past all the first years and walked up the steps to sit on the stool. I felt McGonagall behind me slowly placing the sorting hat on my head.

"Well, who do we have here then? A Morgan, I remember your mother. She was a brilliant witch. But you seem different to her. You have a slight evil side to you, but yet you care for others. You have a very difficult mind to read young child, a very difficult mind." The sorting hats croaky voice said. After several moments deliberating, "But I have now come up with a decision. It will have to beee…..

GRYFFINDOR!" The hat screamed out. Immediately the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers. As I took the hat off my head, I quickly glanced over to the Slytherin Table and caught eyes with Draco. He gave a small nod and a subtle wink. I stood up and quickly headed over to my new house table with a fake smile plastered on my face. I took the available seat which happened to be in between Potter and Granger, while Weasel and Weaselette sat opposite. Great. This dinner is sure to be perfect. All I could think of as I watched Weasel stuff his face with food – which is truly and awful sight, which I hope I never have to witness again – was that Draco owes me. Owes me big time for helping him with his stupid, stupid plan.

After dinner, the Golden Trio showed me the way to the Gryffindor tower. I can definitely see me getting a lot healthier from attending this school. Eventually when we reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Harry immediately told her the password of,

"Abstinence," The fat lady let out a sign as she opened up to reveal the Gryffindor Common Room. Once inside harry explained, "You have to be quick giving her the password, if not, you have to hear her sing. And to be honest that is not the best thing in the world to listen to," he finished with a small grin. A cheeky grin I must add. A let out a little chuckle. Then I started to take in my surroundings. Everything and I mean honestly everything was covered in red. It looks positively sickly and reminds me of the inside of a Christmas biscuit tin. Honestly the things I do for my brother. He will defiantly be getting an angry letter from me tomorrow. He best be ready.

"So what do you think?" Ron asked, gesturing to the slowly filling up common room. I had to think about that before I dared to answer.

"Well it's nice. Homey. Very…..red," I ended bluntly.

"Red and sickly. Don't worry we thought the same thing when we started. You do eventually get used to it," Harry said. Phew at least I wasn't the only one.

"Anyway I think its time for my bed. Anyone care to point me in the direction of the dorm rooms?" I asked facing the Trio.

"I'll show you," Granger answered as she grabbed my hand and went to drag me along. Hell no, I thought to myself.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up," I called out as I removed my arm from her grip. "as lovely as it is that we are all friends, there are a few rules." I began.

"Rules?" Weasley asked cautiously.

"Yes rules. I have trust issues, and I like my personal space. Until I feel like I can completely trust you, this is how it goes. I don't do hand holding, arm linking, kisses on cheeks. Air kisses, air hugs, no secret handshakes, no friendship bracelets. You catch me drift. So thank you Gr-Hermione for offering to show me the dorms. So show me, do not drag me. That's all I'm saying," I ended, and taking a breath. That was close, almost called Granger, Granger.

-From tomorrow I think I stop thinking about them with their different nick names. It's already a bad habit and it can't get any worse-

"Okay, I respect that. Glad you told us now. Come on," granger said as she jerked her head towards the stairs, in a follow me movement. Hmmm maybe I can start to like her after all.

"Now that is my type of a girl," one of the voices said behind us. I think I could work out which one it was, and that was enough to put a small smile on my face as I walked up the stairs.

Well hope you enjoyed that, sorry if it was a bit slow. Had a bit of a writers block mid way. I'm going to aim to update more regularly.

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