A/N: I'm in shock! I actually finished this!!!! So sorry it took so long everyone, I've been having really bad computer problems... aaaand I was on vacation, aaaaand my teachers have all turned sadistic... *sigh* but that's another story. :o) Speaking of stories... this one's done! (Did I mention I'm psyched cuz I'm done?) and as stupid and flighty as I may seem, I got another idea for a continuing plot line. This would, however, make me abandon my whole Blink 182 thing I've got going... I have a feeling that it would go better w/ a MWPP/L fic anyway. Tell me what u guys think. Constructive criticism welcome.

Disclaimer: tralala.... done, done! I'm DONE!!! :o) I'm not making any money, and all the familiar Harry Potter characters belong to JKR *sob* not me...

Hogwarts -A Story:

Chapter 2, Don't leave me.

"Don't leave me, all alone

Just drop me, off at home

I'll be fine, it's not the first

Just like last time, but a little worse

She said that I'm not the one that she thinks about and

She said it's stopped being fun, I just bring her down.

I said, 'Don't let your future be destroyed by my past'

She said, 'Don't let my door hit your ass.'

One more chance, I'll try this time,

I'll give you yours, I won't take mine

I'll listen up, pretend to care

Go on ahead, I'll meet you there

Lets try this one more time with feeling."

Don't leave me-Blink 182.

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Erin stood up, dropping the hat back onto the stool; she walked a little self-consciously towards the table that was applauding enthusiastically. As she neared she could make out some familiar faces smiling at her. Smiling back she headed for an empty space beside a boy with faint freckles and sandy hair. The seat was across from where Ginny, Fred and George were sitting. Erin shot them a relieved look and sat, focussing on the stool before the head table where the sorting had begun.

Alder, Marie stumbled up to the stool and quickly became a Ravenclaw.

Currel, Thomas was a new Hufflepuff. So were Day, Doris and Gray, Barbara.

Hammond, Jonathan became the first year at the Gryffindor table, and Erin cheered along with everyone else as he sat down. A Ravenclaw and Gryffindor (Isterness, Michael and Jelbinn, Alanna) later, Jenkins, Marcus became the first Slytherin of the year. Erin glanced over at the table that was clapping, and found that her sense was going haywire. "Oh jeez!" She muttered, "A whole house of Marissas, just what I've always needed." They even looked mean. This was going to be interesting.

When the last student had been sorted, A tall, thin man, sporting the longest grey beard Erin had ever seen stood at the teachers' table. "Thank-you Professor McGonagall, I am happy to welcome all the new students and welcome back all those of you who will be returning after, dare I say, a much needed summer break." After these words, the man, who Erin assumed was the Headmaster, chuckled under his breath. Erin gasped as his eyes gave a twinkle, and she got an image of cool green grass and flowers. "Amazing!" She breathed. She couldn't wait to ask how he did that! Hermione would know. Erin decided to ask her as soon as possible. She turned back to the speech.

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Awhile later the Gryffindor table, harbouring a few more, groaned under mountains upon mountains of food. People ate and chatted; everyone seemed friendly, and ready to make her at home. She heard the boy beside her say something and turned, swallowing the piece of potato she'd been chewing. "I'm sorry! What was it you said?" She inquired, feeling a little ashamed of her gorging. She was embarrassing herself; this school would find her without friends because of her weight too if she wasn't careful. She reminded herself that she must watch how much she ate.

"Hello, my name's Seamus Finnigan." The boy repeated. "I'm also in fifth year."

Erin grinned. "Hi, Erin Davis, but then, you know that. I'm hoping I'll be able to catch up, it's my first jab at actual magic." She liked this guy, he seemed so happy.

"Oh, well, my advice to you would prob'ly be just to try your hardest. Oh, and watch out for Snape." He said with a rather large grin.

"Erm... Snape? Who exactly is that?" Erin was quite confused. Did this school have some sort of evil ghost roaming the halls or something? This wasn't good.

"Not to worry, he's just the potions master, but he's a real monster to us Gryffindors. But it's mostly because he's head of Slytherin." Seamus said, pointing at a greasy looking fellow who was seated at the head table. At the moment the man was looking like someone had just placed a baboon heart on his plate and told him to eat it. Fred, -or was it George? -Who had heard the short description spoke up.

"I wouldn't worry about him yet Erin; the slimy git isn't in much of a position to make a huge difference. He's hated Harry ever since he arrived at Hogwarts, but Harry's still here. Snape's just one of the many little problems that Fred and I" -so it was George then- "Endeavour to straighten out with our noble work."

Seamus started to laugh.

"Oi, you two and your 'noble' work..." He choked out between chortles. Turning to Erin and seeing her face, he tried to explain. "Your friends George and Fred there are two of the best pranksters ever to come to Hogwarts. Their 'noble' work includes a life supply of dungbombs and an unsuspecting person, usually as deserving as possible." He explained.

Erin finally saw the light and managed a sheepish, "Oh, thanks. I guess I'm going to have a lot to learn."

"No, that's quite all right!" Seamus assured her. "Don't worry about it. You'll find that it's easy to get into the swing of things." With this he turned back to his food and Erin found with a shock that it was desert already!

"Oh!" She mumbled through a bite of her slice of cheesecake, it had appeared on her plate. But, when she looked around, she saw that everyone had different things, Ginny had some sort of Pudding, and Fred was chewing a weird toffee kind of thing. Intrigued, she looked down the table and recoiled when she thought she saw something moving on a plate further down (A/N: Hey, some people swing that way...), shuddering she turned back to her cheesecake. Everyone seemed to be enjoying his/her food, she resolved to ask someone how it worked later.

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Yawning Erin stumbled into the crowd of Gryffindors that were leaving the table. 'Hmm... I wonder what's next?' she mused drowsily.

"Hallo Erin!" Ron was suddenly beside her. "How do you like it so far? I was sure you'd be a Gryffindor. It is the best house after all." He said proudly.

"It's wonderful!" She answered, realizing he was genuinely happy she was in Gryffindor, she felt a warm sort of feeling starting in her toes and traveling up her legs to her stomach. "So, what's next? Do we fly dragons up to the dorms?" She laughed, only half joking.

Ron looked at her strangely. "You can't ride dragons! Erin... er... what've you been drinking lately? Nothing dangerous I hope..."

Erin laughed harder, "It, was a joke silly!" She finally gasped out, the looks this boy was capable of. "I didn't even know that dragons actually existed here!"

"Oh!"

Seeing the look on Ron's face turn even more confused, she collapsed into giggles once more.

Ron looked at her strangely until he started to grin a little, then he couldn't help it, and he too started to laugh. They sat on the stairs holding their sides until they became conscious of a person standing in front of them.

Erin looked up. In front of her stood a tall boy with hair so blond it was almost white, staring at her and Ron with cold grey eyes, with a bluish tint. At first sight her reaction was: 'hmmm... cute.' but then she realized that her sense was almost screaming at her: "MARISSA IN A BOY'S BODY!!!!" She stopped laughing right then and started to get up.

"Well, what have we here? Weasel and the new girl, laughing like lunatics. Finally lost it Weasley? Realized that your marbles were gone and shared it with your crazy friend here?" He snickered. "I should've remembered that your only chance to get anything would have to be with someone who's so mad she can't see straight."

Erin grabbed the back of Ron's robes just in time. "Let me handle this, ok?" She whispered yanking him back. She walked forwards smiling widely. "Why hello pussycat! So nice to see you today! What's that? You like to eat ferrets! Rats as well?!? Well I wish you happy hunting. There are many of those around here!" Erin said slowly, staring at a point right above this boy's left shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye she had thought she'd seen his face flush slightly on the word ferret. 'Huh?' She thought, 'It wasn't supposed to be insulting then! Oh well, it doesn't matter. ' Erin switched her eyes to look this guy in the face, easy to do, as she was only a little shorter than he was. He was looking at her as if she'd just started growing beans out of her nose.

"What's your name?" Erin asked him as if nothing had happened.

"W- what?!?!" He started backing up.

"Oh my, we have a hearing problem do we? This is serious! Come here! I'll take a look at you!" She said as if she had just eaten sugar cubes. She took a step towards him, hoping she could keep from laughing. "Don't worry! I got over the Cannibalism long ago." She assured him in the same tone.

"AAARGH!!!" The boy turned and ran.

Erin grinned and turned back to Ron, who was shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Erin! That was brilliant! Draco Malfoy will be having nightmares for weeks! How on earth did you know about the ferret incident? Oh! If only the others had seen that!" He gasped after getting himself under control.

"Ferret incident? Wha?? Wait a sec... Draco Malfoy?!?!?! His parents must hate him, to have been that cruel! Wait... that isn't not too hard to understand. What an asshole!" Erin was trying to walk upstairs with Ron, but her stomach hurt from laughing so hard. Ron grabbed her elbow and they slowly finished walking up.

"You don't know about Mad-eye Moody and Malfoy the ferret? Then you made a really lucky guess! Oh, It was so hilarious..." Ron went on to tell Erin about Draco's experience in furry rodent form, and Erin would've laughed herself silly if her stomach didn't hurt so much already.

"All right! So I take it you know where we're going..." Erin was suddenly very sleepy.

"Yeah, I'm taking you to Gryffindor Tower. It'll be your home for as long as you're at Hogwarts." He grinned. "The password... oh dammit! I forgot to get it off Hermione!" Ron looked sheepish. "Erm... well... we'll just wait for someone else to come then..."

A sleepy silence surrounded them as they sat across the corridor from a portrait of a fat lady in a pink taffeta ball gown. She was moving, which for a while fascinated Erin, but she was too drowsy to be nervous. Erin yawned.

"Ron..."

"Mmm?"

"Why is it that Dumbledore sends you pictures when he twinkles?"

"What?! Pictures? Twinkles? Who in the what huh?" Ron sat up suddenly looking to all the world as if she'd just told him that Snape was her father and she was running off to join Voldemort with her pet green monkeys.

"In the great hall, when he was making his speech his eyes did that twinkly thing and I got this flash of a meadow or something..." Erin's voice trailed off, as Ron looked more and more shocked. "Oh jeez, Ron, please don't tell me that it doesn't happen to you." As Ron slowly shook his head, Erin mumbled, "Shit. Just what I need, a new thing to be confused about."

"Don't worry, maybe it was just exhaustion or something. The mind can play strange tricks sometimes." Ron suggested.

"Yeah! That's got to be it! Thanks Ron. I was getting worried for a sec there." Relieved, yet a little doubting of the explanation Erin gave Ron a hug. Then she blushed. 'Why on earth did I do that!?!' She asked herself, shocked with her suddenness. Don't ask me, it just must have seemed like the right thing to do. Herself answered back. 'Great. Just perfect. I really am going crazy! First of all, I just resumed talking to myself, which makes me strange... but myself just answered back! Omigod...' Erin began the process of questioning her sanity. Oh come off it! The voice piped up, sounding a bit insulted. You aren't crazy, and I'm not you, you dimwit. I'm your Guardian.

Erin didn't really know what to make of this. She decided she needed time to think about this recent development. 'Er... ok? Um, Guardian m'am?' she thought tentatively. The voice seemed oddly effeminate to her. 'Would you mind very much if I uh... put you on hold for a while? Please? Just so I can... get used to you? Please?' The Guardian seemed to find this humorous. Oh all right. She (?) agreed with a trace of mirth. Just let me know when it's safe to come out. With these words Erin felt a sort of wall go up in her mind, blocking a sort of knowledge she could sense. "Whoa..." Erin muttered softly. As she started to pay attention to the outside world again Erin realized that Ron was speaking.

"Whoa is right! Ten minutes and he caught the snitch! I tell you Harry's going to make some Quidditch player for a lucky team when we graduate!" Was all she caught. 'What huh? Quidditch? Snitch? What about Harry? Oh good lord... why is it that I always have to get myself into these situations? Why couldn't I have listened?' Just as she was starting to worry about how on earth she was going to answer she was saved by the sound of footsteps heading towards them.

"Oh! Good! Maybe they'll be able to tell us the password?" Erin suggested as the person rounded the corner and materialized into Harry Potter.

"Yes! Just the person we needed to see!" Ron said happily, jumping to his feet. "Like the gnome brain I am I managed to forget to find out the password."

Harry laughed. "The password is 'Gallant Godric'."

At his words the portrait across the corridor swung open to reveal a sort of hole/doorway, through which a barrage of warmth, light and noise came.

Cheerfully Ron climbed through the hole and called to someone inside. Erin turned to follow him but she was stopped by Harry's voice.

"Um, Erin?"

Erin turned to see Harry looking abashed.

"Yeah?" She said.

"I just wanted to apologize for my rudeness on the train. I'd just gone through a bit of a stressful summer... that doesn't excuse anything though... and it was just a bad time for anyone to talk to me. So it was really nothing personal. I'm really sorry." He finished looking anxious. He looked so sweet standing there that Erin was overcome with a vision of being in his arms and just hugging all the apprehension away. 'What the Hell is going on!?' she thought. 'I just met this guy, was in fact screaming at him in rage scant hours ago and now I want him to hold me? Hooboy kiddo are you mixed up.' She got control of her emotions and looked Harry in the eyes.

"It's quite all right Harry; in fact, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I totally lost my head back there, and I really regret it. I'm sorry."

Harry looked so relieved that Erin almost laughed. "C'mon lets head into this almighty common room! I'm really curious!" She smiled at him and he grinned back. They turned to the portrait which had closed during their quick reconciliation, and just as they were about to open it again. It swung out at them. Ron's face came into view.

"Would you two hurry up? What're you guys doing out here? Snogging?" Erin could feel the heat rising in her face and she quickly laughed to cover it up.

"Oh yeah Ron, we were having a big, huge, slobbery snog session with lots of tongue. Honestly. Don't you guys think of anything else?" She whinged as she climbed in through the portrait hole.

She looked around happily as she walked into the common room. A roaring fire in the fireplace giving off warmth and cheer, large plush, overstuffed armchairs in front of it, most occupied by her snoozing housemates. People milled around between tables with cloud-like poufs pulled up around them. She felt herself relax and smiled. She felt so at home here. An arm was slung over her shoulders.

"Hey there Erin!" She recognized either Fred or George Weasley and replied.

"Hi! What's doing?"

"Just thought I'd give you the grand tour." Said the twin.

"Tour huh?" Erin laughed

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A few minutes later Erin was seated at a table. On one side, sat Fred, on the other Hermione. Fred was saying "and over there was where we played our very first prank at Hogwarts, first day of first year, dungbombs in the potted plant. They went off just as McGonagall was walking past." He sighed. "What a day to remember." Erin giggled and stifled a huge yawn. Hermione's sharp eyes picked this out. She stood up and stretched.

"Well boys, it's been quite the day but it's off to the dorms we go! C'mon Erin... tomorrow's going to be even busier."

"Ok!" Erin said, getting to her feet. "G'night all!" She mumbled.

"'Night girls!"

She followed Hermione up the stairs to the dorm. On the door hung a sign, it read: '5th year, female.'

Erin snorted with laughter, "They make us sound like some sort of science experiment." She griped.

Hermione looked thoughtful. "I think it's because they're really not sure what to call us, I mean... we're not exactly girls anymore." She pointed out blushing.

Erin grinned wryly, "That's true." She said. Following Hermione inside.

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Later that night Erin lay in bed contemplating her day.

There was the unexplainable flash of meadow from Dumbledore, this Guardian thingy, whatever that was. She'd decided to let Guardian out after school the next day. Then there were her new dorm-mates. They seemed ok. There was Lavender Brown, kind and pretty but sort of leaning towards air-headedness. Parvati Patil, about the same as Lavender, they seemed to be best friends. The only difference was that Parvati seemed a bit more given to silly behaviour. Ginny Weasley was a fourth year and so not in the same dorm as herself and Hermione. Hermione, she seemed very nice and very cool. Erin was a little worried that she wouldn't have a place in Herm's friendship with Ron and Harry, but that was only solved with time. Everything seemed so confusing! It was, however a vast improvement on her earlier existence. As she dozed off she couldn't help thinking about Harry, his eyes, his hair. 'Stop it you! You're worse than Parvati.' She mentally scolded herself. Her thoughts started to drift, and she was just conscious enough to feel faint surprise when her last thought was of a pair of icy grey-blue eyes.

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He walked down the corridor, cursing himself. "I can't believe I actually fell for that!" He muttered furiously. Thinking about her strange eyes laughing at him, he shivered. Her eyes, they were... exotic, yes, that was the word. Green, with flecks of bronze, gold and silver scattered around. He sighed and shook himself once again. 'This is not a good train of thought...' he mused. Yet he couldn't turn his head to other more pressing matters... those eyes...

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Okie! so um, yah, that's it! Review please!! Tell me what u liked/didn't like... *sigh* just say SOMETHING!!!!!