Even though it was only a glimpse, she also knew that he couldn't be real. He was
only a dream, right? She hoped so. "Kristina! Isn't this great? I feel right at home!" yelled
over the crowd. Walking into the Great Hall, she stared all around. Wishing she had about
four more eye so she could see everything at once. Staring up, her eyes met the gorgeous
ceiling that was painted a sky blue with bits of clouds here and there. "It's enchanted to
look like the sky outside." said a girl with flaming red hair beside her. "Hi. My name is
Ginny Weasly. What's yours?" asked Ginny. "My name is Kristina Martinage. Your hair
is amazing, did you charm it?" asked Kristina. Laughing Ginny said "No silly, this is my
normal red hair, all the Weasly children have it, so you could normally pick them out from
anywhere. See, over there, that's my brother Ron, he's in your grade I think, and over
there are my brothers Fred and George. They're twins, and that's all at this school, but I
have three other brothers at home. A lot, huh?" said Ginny, but Kristina wasn't paying any
attention to her. Her thoughts were more on the boy standing beside Ron. It was the boy
from her dreams! He was real after all. "Um, Ginny, who is that boy standing beside
Ron?" asked Kristina "Oh, that's Harry Potter, duh, though you people in the United
States don't know him very well. He was the destroyer of the Dark Lord. Hello? Are you
all right?" she asked. "Yeah, um, what's for lunch?" asked Kristina "Who knows,
whatever appears on the platters." "Will Kristina Martinage, Heather Harts, Trailcey
Fontigue, Mary Johnson, Drecilia Prilpcey, and Mark Anthony please come to the High
Table to be sorted." said the woman with the bun. She had a stool in one hand and a hat in
the other. The five girls and Mark walked-up to the table and lined up in a row. "When I
call your name, please walk over to the stool and sit and try on the hat. "Anthony, Mark"
and as soon as he put it on it screamed "Slytherin" and the table on the closer left
screamed and hissed. "Fontigue, Trailcey" said the woman Trailcey walked to the hat, put
it on and at once it said "Ravenclaw" the table on the far left cheer and hollered for
Trailcey as she got up nervously. "Harts, Heather" said the Professor. The hat took a little
longer for Heather, but in the end she was a Ravenclaw also. Mary Johnson became the
new Hufflepuff. Now, all that was left was her and Drucilla. Kristina never noticed how
much she looked like her, but it was probably just a coincidence. "Martinage, Kristina"
said the woman for a fourth time. She walked over to the hat and plopped it on her head.
suddenly, a little voice wafted through her head "Well, now, who do we have here? Ah,
your Kristina Martinage. Now where shall I put you? Your smart at that." Except in
potions. you thought. "No, you're smart in potions also, you just don't try, and I would
here if I were you. That Snape! Horrible little man he is. Now where to put you? Your
brave, and you like to stand up for others, I see. Well....." Please not Slytherin, not
Slytherin. you begged. "Not Slytherin, eh. Well, your not cut out to be a Dark Wizard, so
how about..." "Gryffindor." the hat shouted the last well chosen word and the Great Hall
exploded in cheers at a table on the right. "Thanks." Kristina whispered, and she set off to
join her house table. Drucilla was also put in Gryffindor, but she did not look pleased at
all.
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Later that day, around 4:00, Kristina was out scouting her new classrooms. When
she went around the Charms Corridor, she bumped headlong into a boy with flaming red
hair. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you all right?" she said quickly. "Yeah, I'll be fine, hey aren't
you that new girl, um, Kristina, I think." he said. "Yes, and your a Weasly! I met your
sister Ginny a little while ago. Now, are you George, Fred, or Ron." she asked. "I'm Ron,
do you need some help? Are you lost?" he asked thoughtfully. "No, just looking for my
classes. but, you can accompany me if you like." she said. She knew she was flirting, but
oh well, if it was enough to get some company and some help then it was worth it.
"Okay." he said smiling. "Oh no, I have to get to the library to meet up with one of my
friends. You wanna come along?" asked Ron "Okay, but will your friend mind?" "Oh no,
Harry, he's an all right guy. He's been talking about you ever since. Says he thinks he's
seen you somewhere before. But, I think it's a load of gibberish, you live in the United
States and he hasn't left the country. Have you?" "No, this is my first time here." said
Kristina. "Hey, who were those other three students? You know besides the one's from
America. They had French accents, who are they?" she asked. "Oh, well they are the
exchange students from Beauxbatons in France. Which one's where they? I know the boy
came from there. That means you and your twin came from America. So who was the
third from America?" All Kristina could do was stand there and gawk at him. "Did you
just say me and my twin?" she asked. "Yes, you both look alike in every single feature,
except you wear a smile and she wears a frown." he said. "You aren't twins are you?" he
asked suddenly. "Well, aren't you an Einstein?" she said. "A what?" he asked.
"Nevermind, do we look that much alike?" she asked as they turned into the Library, but
he didn't have time to answer when the heard someone shout "Hullo, Ron, over here!" It
was Harry on the otherside of the room. Running over to meet him, Ron accidentally
tripped and fell over his big feet. "Ron!" they shouted at the same time, running to help
him up. "Are you all right?" asked Harry Dusting himself off, Ron stood up and smiled
saying "I was always a klutz." "Harry, this is Kristina, Kristina this is Harry, I don't
believe you've met?" said Ron. All Harry and Kristina did was stand there, lost for words.
Well, this is a nice greeting, how about saying "Hi!" Well, why don't you?" Ron said
irritated. "Hi." said Kristina said softly, not believing it was the boy from her dreams.
Suddenly, she snapped out of her trance. "Oh, that was really rude for a first meeting.
Hello, I am Kristina Martinage. I believe we didn't have a nice meeting before, how about
we start over?" she asked, smiling. "Oh, I'm sorry, I am Harry Potter. How are you doing
today?" he said politely. "Well, Harry, why don't you show Kristina around. I would, but
I have to go do something with Fred and George. Bye!" he said waving frantically. "Well,
I guess it's just you and me. Where to, guide?" said Kristina sarcastically. Laughing, they
both pushed their way out the doors and went down toward the dungeons.