A/N: Well, here you go

A/N: Well, here you go. The title really has nothing to do with the story, yet. By the way, I am only posting the next chapter after I get a sufficient number of reviews. So R&R!!!!!!! And don't flame because it's my first try. H/Hr because they belong together!!!!! *smiles dreamily*. And you'll just have to wait and see what happens to Harry! *evil, manipulative smile*

Moonlight Shining

By Amanda H

It was the first day back at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and Hermione had just arrived in the Great Hall after an uneventful summer and train ride. They sat down near the middle of the Griffindor table and began to watch the sorting. As usual Griffindor receive many new first years, looking slightly frightened and nervous. The three gave them encouraging smiles as they passed.

They're eyes scanned the long table looking for old faces. Hermione's eyes rested on a girl sitting at the end of the table. She had never seen her before, but she didn't look young enough to be a first year. She elbowed Ron in the side.

"What?" Ron asked, annoyed. Harry turned his head too.

"Look at that girl at the end of the table." Hermione said, nodding her head towards the girl. Three pairs of eyes rested on the girl. Her robes were black, like everyone around her. She was rather short, smaller than many first years, but the way she say, with a straight back, and soft face made her look much older. She had a solid build, but was still thin. Her hair gleamed a golden-copper colour under the fading sunlight. It was pulled tightly back and tied in an ivory hair net, with a matching clip over top. Her bright blue eyes were focused intently on her food.

"She's not a first year." Ron affirmed.

"No. She's not." Harry agreed, still staring at the girl.

"That's what I was thinking. She looks almost our age." Hermione nodded.

"I've never seen her before." Ron admitted.

"Me neither."

"She doesn't look like the type of person you could miss or easily forget." Harry added. Hermione watched him carefully.

"I guess not." Ron shrugged.

"Maybe she's been transferred. It's happened a few times before. I read it in Hogwarts a History" Hermione supplied.

"You're the only one who could possibly know that!" Ron exclaimed, rolling his eyes. Hermione huffed her shoulders.

"I think she might be, a transfer student that is. It's the only explanation." Harry agreed, his eyes still locked on her. He took no notice of his friends beginning argument. "Maybe we should go and say hello?" He suggested, shifting his gaze to his friends.

"We could." Ron agreed.

"It would be a nice gesture."

"Alright! Come on!" Harry encouraged, setting his fork beside his half finished plate. As he turned his gaze back to her, he found she had already finished the feast and was bending to grab her bag.

"Oh! She's already leaving. Since she's a Griffindor maybe we'll see her in the Common Room later." Hermione shrugged, going back to her food. The girl headed for the door and left. The trio went back to eating, though Harry was extremely distracted.

Later that evening, Hermione retired early to bed. No one had seen the mysterious new girl since the feast and she was tired. She said goodnight and headed up to bed. Once inside she looked for inhabitants. Lavender, Parvati and Joanne's beds had the curtains open. No one was there. The fifth bed (beside hers), which had always been empty, had the curtains drawn as usual. Hermione wandered over to her trunk and opened to lid. She fished noisily through its contents for her nightgown. Suddenly she heard a rustling noise beside her. She spun around quickly, drawing her wand out of her robes. The end was pointed at the girl from the feast. She was sitting on the previously unoccupied bed, still in her black school robes. Her hair remained pulled back in the ivory net and her face wore a surprised look.

"You?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you!" She apologized. Hermione withdrew her wand.

"No. No. It's my fault. You just can't be to careful nowadays." Hermione explained.

"Of course! What with you-know-who rising again." The girl agreed.

"You know about that?" She asked, surprised.

"Sure. I saw some stuff about it in the paper. But I don't believe the Ministry. They're just trying to cover it up. Fudge is scared."

"I know." She said solemnly. "We haven't been formally introduced." She realized. "I'm Hermione Granger." She held out a hand.

"I'm Amy Quizzlequon. I just transferred here from Canada. I went to Schimeron School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's in Alberta." She explained, shaking Hermione's hand.

"Why did you transfer? It's not that common."

"My Dad works for the Ministry of Magic, International Co-Operation branch. He got transferred and my mom didn't like the idea of us going to school so far away, so we switched here. Us being me and my brother."

"Cool. So I guess we're sharing a dorm." Hermione said, sitting down on her bed.

"Yup. Schimeron didn't have houses. It was just two huge houses, one for guys and one for girls. The sorting was kind of unnerving." She admitted, sitting down on her bed.

"Yeah. It was for me too. Where was you brother sorted?"

"Griffindor, First year. He just doesn't like me very much, so I stay away from him. His name is Benjamin. I've got a three-year-old sister too, named Charlotte, but she obviously doesn't go to school yet."

"I'm an only child." Hermione admitted.

"Oh. How disappointing and lucky! It must be lonely, but nice not to have to look after them."

"I suppose." She paused. "So, How do you know all about you-know-who?" Hermione asked, careful to refrain from saying his name.

"Like I said I read it in the papers. Dad told me a bit too." Amy paused. "Are you one of those people who always call him you-know-who?" She asked, hesitantly.

"No. Usually just Voldemort, but I thought since you didn't' say his name. . ."

"I think the whole idea is stupid." Amy blurted out. "I mean he doesn't even deserve the respect to be called Voldemort. I always call him Riddle."

"Good for you." Hermione agreed. "I think that's a great idea. You should tell Harry."

"Harry?" Amy asked. "Do you mean Harry Potter?" Her eyes wide in awe.

"Yeah. He and Ron are my best friends. Don't tell me you're a Harry Fanatic!" Hermione said, exasperated.

"No, but I never thought I'd get to meet him. Is he stuck up?" She asked.

"NO! He's really nice! You've got to meet him! Ron too!" She answered, getting up and taking Amy's hand. "Come on! I bet they're still in the Common Room." She pulled Amy to her feet.

"I don't know Hermione!" She said, pulling back.

"Oh course you do! Come on!" And she pulled her until she consented and walked through the door with her and down the stairs. Hermione spotted Harry and Ron playing chess across the room and hurried over, pulling Amy behind her.

"Hey guys! Look who I found!" Hermione exclaimed, sitting down in a chair. Amy sat down in the chair between her and Harry.

"Hi." She said quietly.

"Hey!" Ron exclaimed. "Where'd you find her Hermione?" He asked. Amy looked surprised. "Oh! We saw you at the feast, but you left before we could come over." Ron explained. Hermione repeated the events from the dorm and the boys nodded.

"So what's it like in Canada?" Harry asked politely.

"It's cold." She answered honestly. "But the summers are nice and there's a lot of wildlife and nature. It's very peaceful." She explained.

"So Canada's nice Eh?" Ron mocked. Hermione elbowed him hard.

"Yes." Amy answered, ignoring his impersonation.

"So what are you taking?" Harry asked.

"Well, I'm taking all the basics, Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, plus Herbology, Runes, Arithmacy and Care of Magical Creatures." Ron let out a fake scream.

"Ah! Hermione has another work-a-holic!!!!" Harry laughed as Hermione began to scold him about his studies. Harry interrupted quickly.

"What did you take at Schimeron?"

"The basics, and Arithmacy, Herbology, Astronomy, Divination, Greek and Guidance." She listed. "They don't have Greek here, so I'm taking Runes instead. Herbology is one of my favourites. My mother won't let me drop Arithmacy, and I traded Astronomy for Care of Magical Creatures. That's what I want to do when I get a job. Something with Magical Creatures." She sighed.

"She reminds me of Hagrid." Ron whispered to Hermione. Amy heard and looked over at them.

"Another person we have to introduce you too. The grounds keeper and Care of Magical Creatures teacher." Hermione explained.

"Great!"

"Well, it's getting kind of late, so we'd better head to bed." Hermione suggested, standing up. "You should too Ron."

"Yes mommy!" Ron squeaked. Hermione shook her head.

"Coming Amy?" She asked.

"Yup." Amy agreed, following Hermione into the girl's dorm. Once they were ready for bed, they lay down and talked.

"So what did you think of them?" Hermione asked.

"They're great. So kind and nice."

"They are. They really are. I'm glad to have friends like them." She paused, "So did you read the article in Witch Weekly last week about the latest Voldemort cover-up?"

"Yeah. It's horrible what they're trying to do. The public has a right to know."

"I hope you didn't read that awful article about me Rita Skeeter wrote last year." Hermione said.

"I don't read magazines much. Not the garbage anyway. Besides, everything she wrote in the paper was trash." Amy agreed. "So what time do we get up for classes?"

"Around 7, since class starts at 8." Hermione explained.

"7?! I'm going to die!" Amy exclaimed. "I'm NOT a morning person."

"Don't worry. I'll wake you."

"Thanks Hermione. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Soon both girls were fast asleep.