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Chapter Four

Sirius pretty much kept a close watch on the things he said after Stevie had gotten to him. It doesn't mean he had stopped saying things about Snape, for that will never change, but he figured that it was best to keep it for until Stevie was out of the room, he just couldn't hack another knee to the groin.

The days past on by, Harry was cleared of all the so-called charges that were placed against him.

"I still can't see why you should have been there in the first place," said Leonardo to Harry.

"None of us can, Leo," said Bill. "But that's the way the Ministry of Magic is running things right now. They see Harry as an attention seeker and Dumbledore as senile."

"Thank you for that reminder," Harry gruffly said, who hated to be reminded of something like that.

Finally the last day of August had arrived and Stevie was feeling a little jittery if one could put it down to that word. For the first time in her life she was actually going to be sitting down at a desk in a classroom in a school!

"I heard that you get sorted into a house at the beginning of the year," said Donatello.

"Sorted?" said Raphael, confused. "What, they take you out back and beat you up?"

Stevie laughed at that. "No. They bring out a hat known as the Sorting Hat," she explained.

She and the Turtles were in the room the Turtles have called theirs for the month.

"Do you pull a rabbit out of it?" said Raphael. He was sitting on the top bunk opposite to her, while Donny was on the floor in the middle of the two bunks.

Stevie raised her eyebrows at that. "I thought you guys knew about the Sorting," she said, "I mean, you've heard Dad, Severus and I talking about it." She was sitting on the bottom bunk where Michelangelo slept; Mikey was sitting right next to her.

"Yeah, but you never really put too much detail into it," said Donatello. "I mean, I didn't even know that there was a hat involved."

"Well, you do now," said Stevie.

"Do you know which house you will be put into?" Leonardo asked. He was leaning against the leg of the bunk opposite to her.

"Well, I know full well that I am not Slytherin material," said Stevie. "Even Severus knows that much."

"Well, whatever house you go into, you're still our little Tenshi," said Michelangelo.

Stevie tried not to laugh, while the others groaned.

"What?" said Mikey.

Ron and Hermione were made Prefects. Plus, Snape had arrived to give Splinter and the Turtles a potion they were to take the very next morning.

"This will make people see you as human," he explained. "That will include you, Stephanie."

"Stevie!" Stevie insisted. "For Heaven's sakes, man!"

Snape just shook his head a little and rolled his eyes in response.

"How long will it last?" Leonardo asked, looking at the potion in the flask he was holding.

"It will wear off when you are on the Hogwarts Express," Snape answered.

"Won't that cause widespread panic?" Donatello asked, a little uncertain about the idea of being seen as a Turtle in front of so many people.

"You do know that we are talking about the Wizarding World, right?" said Stevie. "There are giants and goblins. Heck, I have a werewolf for a Dad!"

"Yes, but do you have Mutant Turtles and a Mutant Rat who don't do a single ounce of magic, in your world?" Donny asked her.

"Well … no," she answered slowly.

"We appreciate your help, Severus," Splinter said, speaking up over Donny and Stevie.

"No need to thank me," said Snape, with this tone of voice no-one except for a certain few get to hear. "Anything to help a friend. As for the answer to your question, Donatello. I somehow don't think you should worry so much. Seeing the most odd of things is simply quite normal when you think about it. But there is one other thing I must tell you before I leave and it is quite important that you know."

"What is it?" Splinter asked

Snape explained what is going on and gave a few more instructions. Once all was cleared up and understood, Snape left Grimmauld Place.

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Things were practically chaos the next morning for everyone, though the Turtles, Splinter and Stevie were all ready packed and ready. The only thing left to do was to drink the potion Snape had given them. They put on the clothes they had been instructed to pack before they had left New York. It was the very clothes they used the first time they had entered the Purple Dragon Lair with Angel, the very clothes of which they continued to use on a number of occasions after that.

Once dressed into the baggy pants and hooded jumpers, while Splinter was dressed into a nice Japanese suit that was just perfect, they drank the potion.

"Blah!" Michelangelo exclaimed. "That was yucky!"

Stevie giggled at his choice of words.

"Still like to know how you can drink the stuff," said Donatello.

"Easily," Stevie replied.

Immediately they started to change.

"Severus said that you would be looking exactly like you would be if you were actually human," said Stevie.

Their hands changed so that they all had five fingers on each hand. They grew hair on their heads, or lost hair. Stevie had to admire what she was seeing once they had finished transforming.

Splinter was definitely looking quite regal in his Japanese skin, high cheekbones and looking as though he was in his mid-forties. His black hair was short and defined no trace of grey at all. He clearly looked like this very, very gentle man, but even though he was gentle, the Turtles and Stevie all knew that he was tougher than iron.

Leonardo didn't look as masculine as he usually did, instead his muscles had 'shrunk'. Guess he was one of those types that was strong, but didn't have to have those big muscles to prove it. His hair was light brown, which went well with his fair skin. Stevie was suddenly reminded of Thomas from the Disney's version of Pocahontas.

Raphael, on the other hand, definitely showed that he was quite masculine indeed. He was more darker in skin tone compared to Leo, he was more of an olive contrast, his hair was black and shoulder length, instead of short with an undercut, like Leo's. Raph appeared to be quite impressed by his appearance.

As for Donatello, he was African-American skinned. His black hair was very short and he was thin, and not Leonardo's thin either. Leonardo had some muscle, Donny, however, didn't show a single define piece of any muscle of the kind.

"Cool," he said looking at his darkened hands.

Lastly was Michelangelo. It was pretty predictable as to what dear old Mikey would have looked like. He had the body of a surfer, though there was no tan to give the complement to it. But he did have the muscles though. His hair was blond and wavy and Stevie almost at this urge to say that he looked 'hot', but she didn't. Besides, she loved the Turtle, and the human thing was only temporary.

"Right, shall we get a move on?" said Leonardo.

Yep, business as usual when it came to him.

"I believe we shall," said Splinter.

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They reached King's Cross Station.

"Man, this is very, very weird," said Donatello.

"You're telling me," Raphael agreed.

The Turtles weren't really used to walking amongst humans like this. But then, people were seeing them as though they were one of them. There was no screaming or anything of the sort, which was cool.

They passed through the barrier, which Harry, Sirius and the others had gone through. On the other side was Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, with a mass of people and a very, very, very long scarlet steam train with the words Hogwarts Express upon it, stood waiting.

"See you later, Dad," said Stevie, hugging her father. "Take care of yourself."

"I'm big enough and ugly enough to do that," Remus said in reply, pulling away. "Now, be careful and be sure you write."

"Dad, I've been writing to you since my first full on stay over at the Turtles, not like I'm going to forget to do so anytime soon," said Stevie.

"No harm in me saying something though," said Remus.

Stevie smiled.

The whistle blew telling everyone who had to get on the train they had to do so now. Stevie gave one final hug to her father and quickly went with Splinter and the Turtles to board the train, along with Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry.

The train began to move. Hermione and Ron had to go to the Prefect's carriage, while Fred and George had all ready left with their friend Lee Jordan.

"Shall we find a compartment?" Donatello suggested.

Harry and Ginny agreed. The compartments were pretty full, until they got to the very last carriage, where they met a round faced teenage boy with brown hair and having quite a task trying to pull his trunk, while struggling to maintain a grip on a toad.

"Hi, Harry," he panted. "Hi, Ginny … everywhere else is full … I can't find a seat …"

"What are you talking about?" said Ginny, who had squeezed past him to peer into the compartment behind him. "There's room in this one, there's only Loony Lovegood in here-"

The boy muttered something about not wanting to disturb anyone.

"Don't be silly," said Ginny, laughing, "she's all right."

"Who are you?" the boy then asked the Turtles, Splinter and Stevie.

The potion had worn off by then and they were back to looking the way they were before, four mutant turtles and one mutant rat.

"Oh, this is Splinter, he's going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," said Harry, "and this is Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo and Raphael."

"And I'm Stevie, new student," said Stevie.

"Oh, okay, I'm Neville Longbottom," said Neville.

Thanks to magic, everyone was able to fit inside the compartment nicely.

Luna Lovegood saw no problem in sharing. She had straggly, waist-length, dirty blonde hair, very pale eyebrows and protuberant eyes that gave her a permanently surprised look. She was wearing a necklace made out of Butterbeer corks; her wand was tucked behind her left ear for safekeeping and was wearing a magazine, which was called The Quibbler upside-down.

"Had a good summer, Luna?" Ginny asked, smiling at her.

"Yes." Luna replied dreamily, she was looking at Harry. "Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. You're Harry Potter," she added.

"I know I am," said Harry.

Michelangelo and Stevie, at this point, had both pulled out a copy each of the Justice Force comics. Leonardo, Donatello and Raphael had started playing Ludo, with Splinter watching.

"And who are you?" Luna then asked them, "I have never seen you before."

"I am Professor Hamoto," Splinter answered her, "Your new teacher for the school year."

"Why are you wearing a costume?" Luna asked in this sort of dreamy voice.

"Long story," said Donatello.

"Guess what I got for me birthday?" said Neville.

"Another Remembrall?" said Harry.

"No," said Neville. "I could do with one, though, I lost the old one ages ago … no, look at this …"

The Turtles looked with interest as Neville pulled out what appeared to be a small cactus in a pot, except that it was covered with what looked like boils rather than spines.

"Mimbulus mimbletonia," he said proudly.

"Mimble mim what?" Raphael said confused.

"Mimbulus mimbletonia," said Neville, as Stevie giggled at Raph. "It's really, really rare. I don't know if there's one in the greenhouse at Hogwarts, even. I can't wait to show Professor Sprout. My Great Uncle Algie got it for me in Assyria. I'm going to see if I can breed from it."

"What does it do?" Mikey asked, staring at the plant. He knew that most plants in the Wizarding World had some sort of magical property to them.

"Loads of stuff!" said Neville proudly. "It's got an amazing defensive mechanism. Here, hold Trevor for me …"

He dumped the toad he was holding into Harry's lap and took a quill from his schoolbag. Everyone watched as Neville held the plant to eye-level and gave it a sharp prod with the tip of his quill.

Liquid squirted from every boil on the plant; thick, stinking, dark green jets of it. They hit the ceiling, the windows, and spattered Luna Lovegood's magazine. Ginny, who had flung her arms up in front of her face just in time, merely looked as though she was wearing a slimy green hat, but Harry, who's hands were full, received a face full.

Then there was the sound of a scream coming from Michelangelo.

"My Silver Sentry comic!" he cried, seeing the green slim on it.

"S-sorry," Neville gasped. "I haven't tried that before … didn't realise it would be quite so … don't worry, though, Stinksap's not poisonous."

"No, but it made Mikey do that girly scream he does!" Raph said with a tone of annoyance.

"Cool," was Donatello's wording for it, instead, "Stevie, how come you never said anything about this plant before?"

Stevie was surprised. "Never came to me, to be honest," she said.

The door slid open.

"Oh … hello, Harry," said a nervous voice. "Um … bad time?"

Harry wiped the lenses of his glasses with his Trevor-free hand. A very pretty girl, with long, shiny black hair, was standing in the doorway smiling at him. Her name was Cho Chang.

"Oh … hi," said Harry, blankly.

"Um …" said Cho. "Well … just thought I'd say hello … bye then."

Cho left while Harry's face when pink.

"Never mind," said Ginny bracingly. "Look, we can easily get rid of all this." She pulled out her wand. "Scourgify!"

The Stinksap vanished, even from Mikey's comic.

"Thank you!" he said gleefully, hugging his beloved comic that appeared as though it had never been covered in anything at all.

"Sorry," said Neville again, in a small voice.

"Not to worry, Neville," said Splinter, "No-one was hurt."

Neville gave a grateful look.

Hermione and Ron arrived after the trolley lady had gone almost an hour later.

"I'm starving," said Ron, stowing his owl, Pigwidgeon next to Hedwig, grabbing a Chocolate Frog from Harry and throwing himself into the seat next to him – which Leonardo had moved over so Ron could sit by his friend.

Hermione took the seat between Raphael and Ginny.

"Well, there are two fifth-year Prefects from each house," she said, looking thoroughly disgruntled as she took her seat. "Boy and girl from each."

"And guess who's a Slytherin Prefect?" said Ron, who had his eyes closed as though he had an exhausting morning.

"Malfoy," Harry replied at once.

"And that complete cow Pansy Parkinson," said Hermione viciously. "How she got to be a Prefect when she's thicker than a concussed troll …"

Raphael couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Yet, here I was thinking you were more like Donny," he said. "Is this girl really that bad?"

"Oh, yes!" said Hermione, coolly.

"Looks like you got yourself some fresh meat, Stevie," said Raphael.

Stevie raised her eyebrows. "I'm not going to start any fight, Raph," she said, simply.

"Who are Hufflepuff's?" asked Harry.

"Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott," said Ron, thickly.

"And Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil for Ravenclaw," said Hermione.

"You went to the Yule Ball with Padma Patil," said a vague voice.

Everyone turned to look at Luna Lovegood, who was gazing unblinkingly at Ron over the top of The Quibbler.

"Yeah, I know I did," he said, mildly surprised.

"She didn't enjoy it very much," Luna informed him. "She doesn't think you treated her very well, because you wouldn't dance with her. I don't I'd have minded," she added thoughtfully, "I don't like dancing very much."

The Turtles looked at her then at each other as if to say, 'What the devil?'

"We're supposed to patrol the corridors every so often," Ron then said, after shaking off his bemused look, "and we can give out punishments if people are misbehaving. I can't wait to get Crabbe and Goyle for something …"

"You're not supposed to abuse your position, Ron!" said Hermione sharply.

"Leonardo alert!" Raphael muttered, Leonardo heard that and gave him a sharp look, which made Raph simply grin as though he were innocent.

"Yeah, right, because Malfoy won't abuse it at all," said Ron sarcastically.

"So you're going to descend to his level?"

"No, I'm just going to make sure I get his mates before he gets mine," said Ron.

"Sounds like something Raph would do," Michelangelo muttered to Stevie, whom nodded with agreement.

"More like something we all would do," she partly corrected him.

"For Heaven's sake, Ron -" said Hermione.

More words were exchanged. Harry managed to look at The Quibbler when Luna dropped it from laughing at something that was supposedly funny of what Ron said. But Hermione had said something that offended Luna, causing her to snatch the magazine back.

Then the compartment door opened for the third time. Standing in the doorway was a pale faced, white blond boy with a smirk upon his face and on either side of him were two much bigger boys.

"What?" Harry said aggressively, before the boy could speak.

The Turtles figured that this must be Malfoy.

"Manners Potter, or I'll have to give you a detention," drawled Malfoy. "You see, I, unlike you, have been made a Prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments."

"While I, unlike you, can over-rule such given punishments if they are seen as unfit for the circumstance," Splinter chose to speak up at this point. His eyes piercingly firm on this young blond wizard.

Malfoy stared at him, flashing a slightly surprised look for a second before maintaining his poised sneer.

"Who, in Merlin's name, are you?"

"I am a new teacher," said Splinter. "Now I believe you should return to your compartment at once."

Malfoy could see just how serious this rat was. Not taking the chance of seeing how far he could push, Malfoy figured it was best to listen. He and his two friends left.

The train continued on its way.

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The Hogwarts Express stopped at Hogsmeade Station and everyone got off. The first-years went over to Professor Grubbly-Plank, while everyone else climbed into carriages. Stevie stopped for a moment when she saw that the carriages were being pulled by skeleton like horses that were black with batlike wings and had this eeriness to them.

Stevie followed what she had been told to do by Snape, which were obviously instructions from Dumbledore. She, the Turtles and Splinter got into a carriage.

"Okay, why isn't anyone screaming in sheer panic?" Donatello asked.

"Maybe it has something to do with the potion we took this morning?" Michelangelo suggested.

Stevie shook her head on this. "I don't think so, Mikey. I think they're not panicking because it's highly possible that they have heard of your presence in someway and probably believe that you are in costume."

"Or, they're just not afraid of us," Splinter put forward his theory.

The carriages began to move on towards the castle that was initially Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.