Disclaimer: I do not own HP or Mediator, okay?

KQ-chan: Before we get started, I thought that you all might be interested to know—in case you haven't already figured it out my reading my last 3 chapters—that Dumbledore is NOT DEAD! I REFUSE TO KILL HIM OFF! I REFUSE REFUSE REFUSE REFUSE, AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! There. Most of books 6 will apply to the history of the characters in my story. I have, however, made a few changes:

 First off, as I've said, Dumbledore is not dead

 While Harry did have private lessons with Dumbledore, they were not about Voldemort's past. The info about his past is fact in my story, but I don't think it's relevant. Harry's lessons were about defending himself.

 At the end of the, um, school year, when Harry and Dumbledore went to get the Horcruxes, they were actually just practicing outside school grounds when they saw the Dark Mark.

 The only Horcrux that ever existed in my book was Riddle's diary, which has been destroyed.

 Harry and Dumbledore did go to the tower, Dumbledore did fully body bind Harry, and Draco did aim to kill Dumbledore, and Snape did say the Avada Kedavra Curse. Harry, however, was somehow able to fight the body bind and he knocked Snape over and his spell ended up missing.

 Snape and Draco left the building; Harry went after them, fighting Death Eaters in his wake. They escaped.

In case you hadn't noticed, I like happy endings.

Umm…I think that's it…unless I've forgotten something. My email's gonna change here soon, but I'll tell you it asap just in case you have any questions. And you can thank Rachel for this chapter, cuz she's the one I gave it to!

BTW: I'm VERY sorry that it took so long for this chapter—I apologize more times than I can count. But first it was the thing with me not being able to get online, and then we got a new computer…sorta…that will hopefully work a heck of a lot better than the old one! Here's hoping. And you should be very glad this chapter didn't have to be rewritten, I thought my pap had deleted all the things I had on the old computer! Anyways, it's OK, and so is this chapter, I think.

Chapter 4: Suze's Servant

The first day of school is usually very hectic. In fact 'first day of school' and 'hectic' are synonymous. That's just the obvious thing. You have all those new notebooks and folders and whatnot, and you don't want to forget anything. For some, they feel that on the first day of school, they have to be perfect so that the teachers will like them better—which is wrong, teachers shouldn't have favorites.

Blah blah blah—yeah, I know I'm Jesse's favorite, but that's so not the point. Okay it is but Jesse won't treat me any differently at all—I promise. Well, except for that whole we're-a-couple-so-we-have-to-do-what-couples-do thing. I'll kill Jesse if he treats all his students that way. And besides, I'm not taking his class—I hope.

But I've gone way off track.

While 'hectic' and 'first day of school' go together, I'd never seen a more hectic situation—ever. Because of my delightful narrative, a lot of people hadn't finished packing, and they woke up too late and had to rush around. Then we'd had to put all our stuff in the trunks of this car from the Ministry of Magic that didn't look like it could fit us and all our stuff, but it did. Then people would remember something they'd forgotten and run up the steps and down and up and down and up and…you get the point.

We reached Kingscross at 10:55—just 5 minutes before the train took off, so there wasn't much time for goodbyes, and we all had to scramble on the train. Then the Hogwarts Express started moving along the countryside, and we could finally take a breather.

Hallelujah!

After we all had recovered from the morning's activity, we all settled down to do our own thing.

Ron and Harry (and then Ron and Jesse) started playing a game of Wizard's Chess, which I found extraordinary; Ginny went over with some of the 6th years; and Hermione started where Harry had left off in teaching me what I'd missed, and was apparently impressed. We then decided to have tutoring sessions every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday from 3 till 5 until I was completely caught up.

We were only a half an hour or more from the station when the door was opened and this guy—along with two others—came in with sneers on their faces. The guy in the middle had dark hair that really needed conditioning, and a pig nose. He obviously thought he was all that but let me tell you, he wasn't.

The two guys with him were both rather large, but since they were hanging out with Pig Snout, I really didn't think that the light upstairs was very bright or on much—or at all. They were Pig Snout's body guards, which must have meant, I remember thinking, that he was a coward by himself.

"Well if it isn't Potty, Weasel, the Mudblood, and…well I don't know who you two are, but I must say," his glance was on me, "that I'm honored."

I frowned at him. "Gross," I replied as Jesse put an arm around me.

For a moment, his smile flickered, but he recovered quickly and continued on. "My name is Charles Malfoy Merridew. If you wish to get away from these," he paused, "well, what I want to say isn't proper, but I tempt you to join me and mine."

Somehow, and do NOT ask me how, I managed to keep my meal down and smile what I hoped looked like a fake smile. "I'm sorry, but I'd much rather stay here with my brother and boyfriend, despite your tempting offer."

Charles Malfoy Merridew obviously wasn't very pleased with my answer, because his demeanor changed very suddenly. He knew I was being sarcastic, so he was the smartest one of the bunch which, trust me, isn't saying very much.

"You think you're being smart, don't you? Well, you just made the biggest mistake of your life. We own this school, and we can make your stay here not so comfortable."

I pretended to look horrified and looked at Jesse. "Oh no! Did you hear what he said, Jesse? He's going to make our stay not so comfortable! I'm melting…Melting!"

Everybody but Merridew and his two cronies cracked up with laughter. Apparently even magic folk watched The Wizard of Oz.

"Now hurry up and go before I use the transporter spell on you! And you really don't want that to happen, 'cause I haven't quite figured out how to move the entire object to where I want. I'll get the hang of it eventually, but for now…" I trailed off and waved my wand threateningly.

With a glare that made me laugh because it so totally said "I'll be back," they left and we got on with everything.

'Everything' included changing into our robes, so we split up and, well, changed into our robes. By the time that was done, we were, like, two seconds from the station, so we all got ready.

As it is England were we in, it was raining fairly hard, so I was grateful when Jesse had an umbrella ready. Through the rainfall that was much like a waterfall, I could make out Hagrid's shadowy form, and heard him say what sounded like "Firs' years, this way!"

Hagrid must have spotted us with his lantern, for he came up to us. "Yer to go wit the others," he said to Jesse and me, "An somebody'll take you where yer ta go." Then he turned away and continued to call for the first years to follow him.

We did as we were told, and saw these carriages that were drawn by these weird black winged horses. We hopped in the carriages, and soon we were moving.

As a little girl, I dreamt of castles with princesses and princes and kings and queens, but then and there, Hogwarts beat those dreams. It was a magnificent building, and bigger then anything I'd ever seen. Though it was raining, I could imagine what the grounds looked like on a beautiful sunny day, and the moonlight shining on the lake was nothing but magical. When the horses stopped, we all climbed out of the carriages, and started to ascend the steps towards the large door. Before we got to it, though, I noticed a ghost right beside me grinning devilishly behind a girl of about 12 with a pair of scissors in his hands. As he went to cut off one of her long braids, I interfered by grabbing his hand.

"Do that if you want to stay here in one piece," I threatened as I dragged him away, not noticing that practically everyone was gaping at me in wonder.

The ghost stared at his wrist in wonder, looking rather nervous as he said timidly, "You can't hurt me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Maybe not permanently, but I can definitely hurt you."

To demonstrate and show off cuz by then I noticed that everybody was staring, I punched the ghost in the nose, and he started to bleed. While everybody started to cheer—apparently they didn't really like this ghost very much—the ghost bowed down at my feet.

"My name is Peeves, Mistress. Please, let's get out of the rain, Mistress. I promise I'll do whatever you want, Mistress."

I stood there blinking in shock, while thinking that Peeves was a rather appropriate name, considering he was probably a lot of people's pet peeve. But the more important matter was that never had a ghost called me 'Mistress' before because I punched them. No, usually, they just punched me back. It was kinda cool, but kinda disgusting at the same time.

"Umm…right," I said, "I'm gonna just get out of the rain like you, um, said, okay? Okay."

So we continued on our way (Peeves in tow), and I noticed that Harry, Ron, and Hermione all had rather large smiles on their faces. I didn't have enough time to question them, or ponder why they were smiling, because this rather fierce-looking witch had called my name, along with Jesse's.

Jesse and I headed towards the witch, and once we reached her, I noticed that Peeves had followed. I put out my hand in the universal sign for 'stop' and told him that he was to stay here for a while.

The witch looked surprised, but only for a second, and soon we were led away to an empty room. The witch gestured towards the two empty seats in front of the desk, while she seated herself.

"I'm Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress here at Hogwarts. As we speak, the first years are getting ready to be sorted into one of four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or…Slytherin. It's really rather simple. Your name is called, you put the Sorting Hat on, and it decides where you best fit in, and then you go to the table with the rest of the students in that house. We've put you in classes with your brother—hope you don't mind—and if you have any questions at all, feel free to ask any of the teachers. Firenze will take you to the Great Hall to be sorted, and if you'll stay here with me, Mr. de Silva, I'll explain everything to you as well."

The door to the room opened, and I had to fight to keep my mouth from dropping. Firenze was what I believed was called a centaur! I got up and tried my hardest to not stare at the…guy, but it was very difficult, and I was relieved when we reached the Great Hall.

The door opened, and Firenze led me to an area where the last first year was leaving. As "Lavender, Lena" was sorted into Ravenclaw, Firenze left me to go up to the rest of the professors, and soon "Simon, Susannah" was called to the stool.

I nervously climbed the steps, sat on the stool, then allowed a long-bearded dude put on this tattered hat. Instantly, a voice was in my head.

"Hmmm…a shifter, I see…very impressive, I must say. You have quite a bit of courage and stubbornness in you. And you're Harry Potter's twin? Well that along with everything else, I must say that you belong in…GRYFFINDOR!"

The table that must've belonged to my fellow Gryffindors erupted with claps, and I took a seat beside Harry. At this exchange, the whole room rippled with whispers, so they were obviously wondering who I was. The dude with the beard sated their appetite.

"I'm sure you're all wondering who that lovely lady is. I won't get into much detail, but I will say that she is Harry's twin sister. That is all I have to say on that matter, as I'm sure it is all Susannah and Harry will say also. She is staying with us to learn about what is rightfully hers, but as she has lived as a muggle…mostly, please forgive her like you forgive the first years that come from the muggle world.

"Now, besides Susannah, we have her boyfriend (the bearded dude seemed to stress that word, and I can't really blame him) Jesse de Silva. We have decided to create a class for you to learn Muggle healing techniques, which will be in session on weekdays and hour before dinner. Please come out, Mr. de Silva."

All the girls gaped at Jesse, and who could really blame them, honestly.

Jesse seated himself beside Professor McGonagall, and he smiled at me when he caught my gaze, and I smiled back.

"Now, let's us begin eating."

Like magic—because it was magic—food and drink sprouted from the golden plates and goblets in front of us. The food was very delicious, and by the end of dessert, I felt like I was ready to explode.

Once we were dismissed, I stayed behind to give Jesse a quick kiss goodnight, then caught up to were the others (including Peeves, of course) were waiting for me. Then they led me through the castle to this portrait of a large lady in a pink dress. Before I could ask why we were all staring at her, she opened her mouth and said regally, "Password?"

"Shadowland," Hermione replied, and the portrait swung open to reveal a hole in the wall. We stepped in, and I saw large room filled with comfy looking chairs and couches and desks and everything. It was a rather nice dorm.

With all the excitement, and with the next day being the first day of classes, we all decided to retire then and there, and Hermione led me up to the girls' area.

Right before we entered, I realized that Peeves had followed us. "Umm, Peeves?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Umm…I don't think it's a good idea for you to come in here with me. Why don't you stay downstairs or go wherever you want to? Just don't cause anybody any trouble. Except for that Merridew guy, I really don't like him."

Peeves nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress."

When we entered the room, I looked at Hermione to find that she was trying not to laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. It's just that it's definitely a good thing that you have Peeves obeying your every whim, because he always gets in our way. Now he won't."

Hermione and I got ready (somebody—or maybe something had delivered all our bags to our room), and as we lay down for bed, she asked, "How do you like it so far?"

I thought for a second. "I like it. I'm actually kind of excited."

"Night."

"Night."

KQ-chan: OW! My legs hurt (don't ask)! I can't walk! I'll post the next chapter asap…I use that a lot…asap…asap asap asap asap asap! Lol. Love ya!