"So, what's he like?" Max asked as she and Harry followed Moria down the street.

"He's a bit…rough around the edges." Moria admitted as they continued. "But I assure you that he's nice enough." Moria continued until she spotted him and sighed. Max hadn't noticed yet.

"Well yeah, you already told us that. But is he smart, funny, like dad or the exact opposite…serious, stern, or-"

"Looking down a girl's shirt?" Moria grumbled just loud enough for her older brother to hear and he straightened up and turned in alarm, and was faced by his shorter, little sister who had her arms crossed and a blatant look of ire on her face.

"Seriously, Mason?" she grumbled, her hand rushing out and snagging his ear. The girl who he had been oogling at left without even realizing it, and Max and Harry watched in amusement as Moria began to scold her eldest brother on how to be proper around women.

"Honestly, you have a daughter. How would you like it if some bloke was doing that to her?" She asked, tugging on his ear and he whined.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry!" He snapped, pulling away and rubbing his throbbing ear. She muttered under her breath about showing how sorry he would be, before turning to Harry and Max.

"This is my older brother, Mason. Mason, this is Max and Harry."

"Ah. Pleased to meet you both." He stated with a grin.

"Hello."

He grinned. "So these are the two scamps you've been telling me about. I don't know Moria…they don't seem like they could be that much trouble."

"Give me a few hours, and I can tell you everything."

"Mmmuummm!" Both children exclaimed and Moria smiled impishly. Later on Mason watched the pair of children eat their lunch with his Melody at a local café, intrigued.

"She looks like your husband I suspect."

"Chip of the old block." Moria commented.

"So, is this her year?"

"Mhm. She'll be joining Harry in the ranks at the boarding school." Moria remarked, as the pair had decided for Hogwarts to be codenamed as such in public settings.

"You seemed thrilled."

"I'm thrilled that my daughter is finally going. I'm not thrilled at how much trouble the two of them will likely cause."

"How bad can it be?" Mason teased and Moria looked at him.

"Brother, I doubt you want to find out."

Time had passed by slowly, and it was finally the day to go to Hogwarts. And after a rather stress-filled morning of packing, re-packing, nearly forgetting several school books and a pet kitten and owl (which Hedwig was still angry at Harry about), they had arrived at the station with time to meet up with the Weasley's dropping Max and Harry with them, as Moria having to leave as she was to get to Hogwarts early, with just moments to spare. It was strange though; Max noted that after they had all gone through the portal, Ron and Harry had vanished. So that was what she and Ginny were doing as the train chugged down the tracks. Walking through the halls of the compartments, looking for their brothers.

"Ginny, what is with that diary of yours?" Max asked. "You've never really been that into writing before."

"Oh, it's fun. Sometimes it's almost as if it talks back."

"…uh…huh…" Max commented. "Look lets try to find a place to sit down. Ron and Harry will never find us and Merlin if we don't stop moving."

As if on cue there was a loud mew from Max's hood on her jacket and a tiny claw began to bat at flying strands of hair. Max smiled at her kitten and Ginny giggled.

"He is adorable. Why did you name him Merlin though?"

"Well Hedwig was a witch in the History book my Mum uses, so I thought why not. Besides, look at him. He's bound to be different from other classmates cat's so why not give him one that is significant?"

Ginny rolled her eyes then paused.

"This one only has one girl, that should work." She stated and they noticed the girl dressed in all black sitting there, staring at nothing. Her hair had been weaved into two neat braids and she looked like Wednesday Addams. She then proceeded to knock on the sliding door, before opening it slightly. "Can we sit here?"

"Is there no one else in here?" The girl asked. Ginny balked.

"I…If you don't want us to stay here, than that's fine, but-"

"No, you misunderstand." The girl stated, turning to look in their general direction. It was then both girls realized that the girl was blind. Her eyes were a cloudy dark brown, and she didn't lock into where they were standing. "I can't tell if people are just being quiet, or if there is no one here. You are free to sit if there is no one here."

"…oh…"

"Yes, it's free." Max stated and the two girls sat down.

"My name is Charlotte." The girl in black stated.

"Max."

"Ginny."

There was silence and Max had this burning need to ask a question.

"Um…did the bookstore have books for you?" Max asked and the girl chuckled, before pulling out a thick stack of papers, neatly bound almost like a real book.

"No…my mother bought my books, but as I can't read the inside, she stayed up for many nights using our braille typewriter and went through every page and finished it up. Mama said she would do that every year for me."

"Wow." Ginny responded going over and sitting next to her, looking at the strange letters.

"If you two wish, I could teach you it." Charlotte suggested, almost shyly. Both girls nodded rapidly and the black haired girl blushed. They spent the next little while until a shadow began to move slowly past and Max looked up.

To see Harry dangling out of the Weasley's flying car.

To say she was shocked was an understatement. She vaguely heard Ginny gasp in astonishment as she caught sight of the end of her car, but Max was already rushing out of the compartment running down the direction the car was driving by the windows. Thankfully Harry had managed to get back into the car, but that still didn't answer on why they were there. She continued racing after the car until she couldn't any farther and bit her bottom lip as she watched it fly into the clouds, Well that would be one way to start the school year.

"Harry, you better make it to Hogwarts alive, or Mum is going to kill you."

"I swear, the amount of trouble you manage to get into before school even starts." Moria grumbled looking at the sheepish Harry. "I'm sorry, but I can't help you on your detention though." She added and Harry groaned.

"So I'm stuck with Lockhart?"

"You're stuck with him."

"But wwwhhhyyyy?"

"One. Because he was insistent on having you for detention. Two. I plan on avoiding him as much as possible." She grumbled and Harry smirked.

"So what Max said about him seeming to flirt with you during the sorting ceremony and dinner wasn't false?"

"Laugh it up smart-alec." Moria grumbled, crossing her arms. "You would think me threatening to rip his gonads out if he so much as even touched me would dissuade him."

"You did say he didn't seem like a smart man." Harry replied with a shrug and Moria chuckled.

"True. But one would think after telling him multiple times I'm married to a convict, he would leave me alone."

"I thought you didn't believe Sirius was guilty."

"Just because I don't think he's guilty, doesn't mean everyone else doesn't. And you know most people would get the hint when I keep mentioning a man accused of murdering a dozen people that would mean I'm not interested. But nnnoooo…Mr. Best Smile has to think of it as a challenge." Moria grumbled and Harry laughed. Moria smirked and ruffled his hair.

"Now, please Harry. Let's try and make this a year without any trouble." Moria asked. Harry grinned.

"I don't go looking for trouble, trouble-"

"-always finds you, yeah, yeah. Trust me, I'm aware." Moria grumbled, cuffing him lightly in the back of his head. He grinned and then the pair separated. Moria barely managed to get down the hall, before a voice made her inwardly groaned.

"Go away, Lockhart." She grumbled, picking up her speed, but the Defense Teacher hurried to keep up.

"Now, now Ms. Black."

"One, it is Mrs., meaning I am married, Lockhart. And not remotely interested." She grumbled. "Two, here you call me Professor Black." She remarked, hurrying her step. She spotted Snape, and for once was actually happy to see him as she walked quickly by and as she predicted Lockhart, with his small attention span locked on to the Potions professor. She clenched her teeth angrily at the audacity of his flirting; the rage only dispersing when she spotted her daughter walking with Ginny and a young Hufflepuff girl that Max had informed was Charlotte. Charlotte was in the middle, showing them some form of book while the other two girls were looking over her shoulder. Moria thought it was worth noting in the back of her mind, that Ginny seemed to be paler than normal. But maybe that was just the sun. She didn't think much about her concerns over Ginny until a few days later when Mrs. Norris had been petrified. Ginny looked even paler.

"Ginny, is everything alright?" Moria asked as she helped escort the students back to their dorms. The redhead nodded. "You sure?"

"Mhm. Just haven't been sleeping that well. I guess I'm getting used to the different rooms and everything." The girl replied. Moria blinked and though looked unconvinced didn't try to push.

"I see. Well if there is anything you need to talk about, my office is always open." Moria offered and Ginny nodded, clutching her books tightly to her chest, before hurrying up to Max. She sighed and glanced back at the hall that had the words, and wondered why there couldn't just be a normal school year.

Nysa Malfoy hated her surname. In Norway, while it had some credence, they left her family alone and sure, here it did have some added points, but they were not points she considered worthy. She supposed she should have been considered lucky, as she could have been in Durmstrang with her brothers and eventually her sister, but that good ol' fear won out and her father had managed to get her transferred to Hogwarts. Probably better, away from them. She had gotten into Slytherin, which Draco had said wasn't that surprising, since she was a Malfoy, even though she was as violent as she was (after he had added the last part, she had given him another wedgie). She hadn't much listened to the names other than hers being called for the sorting, more listening to the whispers of a magical car that students had seen on the train ride there, and though. thankfully people stayed away from her. They could flock to her bratty cousin (who would have had his ass handed to him in seconds in Durmstrang) for all she cared, as long as they left her alone. She flicked a look at some other first years and they went around her. She was already proving to others that this Malfoy wasn't sociable. Starting fights with seventh years, some of them she won but most she lost, had been the start, but now her reputation was as someone who would punch the daylights out of anyone who crossed her path.

She stumbled slightly when someone ran into her. Turning around she saw that a girl holding a stack of books piled higher than her head.

"Sorry 'bout that!" The girl grunted. "This is the last time I let the muggle girls all ask me to get me books for them from the library. The whole Mrs. Norris thing freaked them out you see." The girl said shifting, unfortunately causing the books to avalanche down. "…I hate my life." The girl grumbled and Nysa realized that this was the same girl at Diagon Alley. What was her name again? Judging by her uniform she was Gryffindor…but she couldn't quite remember her name. The girl began to try and pick up the books. Another student, not paying attention began to walk across some of the thinner ones.

"Um, could you please not do that? Madam Pince will…um please, sir, please could you not I-"

"Oi! You mudak! Get your head out of your ass and watch where you're going!" Nysa snapped startling the boy who took off running. The girl watched in surprise as Nysa bent down and began to stack the books again.

"Oh…um…thank you." She managed but Nysa only grunted.

"You shouldn't let everyone walk all over you…" She remarked angrily. "You…what's your name?"

"Oh! Um! Max…Max Black."

Nysa looked up.

"Black? As in Sirius Black?"

"Um…yes? I mean he's my father so…" Max trailed off as Nysa stared. Sirius Black was a convicted killer and from what she had heard while eavesdropping on her uncle, Black's wife was a troublemaker as well, one who used her fists to solve her problems.

This little girl looked like she could barely harm a fly.

Nysa's eyes narrowed and Max shifted uncomfortably.

"Um…is that a bad thing?"

"You don't seem much like a Black. That's all."

"Thank…you?" Max replied, unsure if that was a compliment or an insult. Nysa tsked and stood, handing her the books she had collected.

"Don't let those girls make you do shit that you can't do on your own." Nysa barked angrily.

"Um…okay." Max began as Nysa turned to leave. "Wait! Um…thank you Nysa!"

"…you remembered my name." Nysa muttered, glancing at her. Max blinked confused.

"Should I not have?"

"No it's just…nevermind." Nysa remarked coldly before storming away. Max blinked unsure as to why the girl's face had seemed to turn red.

A SHORT CHAPTER BUT I LIKED WHERE IT ENDED HERE!