A/N: I forgot to put a disclaimer in the first chapter, so from now I'll put one in every chapter. Hogwarts and the Weasleys belong to JK Rowling, as well as the Sorting Hat and its song. And Oliver Wood, though he's a cutie and it'd be nice if…hehe. Bethany and Maggie MacCleod are both of my creation, though. And the mention of Madame LaLaurie, she really did exist, in New Orleans, great story behind that, read my original fiction, "Haunted," for more on her.

A/N2: For the reviews, thanks much! Also, to PerfectPrefect: If you read toward the end of the first chapter, you'll find that I do state George and Fred to be third years. ;-) Thanks for reading, though. But I definitely know my HP world.

"Wow," Bethany whispered. "So this is Hogwarts. Whoa." Oliver smiled.

"Yeah, so it is. And this is where we must leave you. We're off to the coaches. You'll go with the first years for the Sorting ceremony. And hopefully you'll be at our table later." The foursome said their good-byes and headed off in their respective directions.

Bethany traveled over to the school on the small boats. The group was then led through many corridors and then reached their destination. Huge doors loomed in front of them. Professor McGonagall explained the ceremony and then led them into the Great Hall. The Sorting Hat was brought out and set on the three-legged stool. Bethany looked around for the twins and Oliver. She spotted them waving at her from a table crowded with students covered in scarlet and gold. Then, the hat began to sing:



"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Professor McGonagall stepped forward. "First we will start with our newest transfer student, Bethany MacCleod." Mac glanced back towards the Gryffindor table and the boys, then moved to the stool. Prof. McGonagall placed the hat on her head.

"Hmm…You are a one to get your way, no matter what…with that, you would fit nicely in Slytherin, but then, you tackled the LaLaurie mansion at such a young age, and lived to laugh about it. Gryffindor would suit you there. And a more loyal friend couldn't be found, Hufflepuff would benefit…hmmm," the hat thought some more on it. "Not Slytherin? Well, you like to explore, like adventure…Better be, Gryffindor!" the hat shouted out finally. She jumped up in relief and raced to the table, sitting in between Oliver and Fred. Gryffindor cheered for her, and the boys gave her hugs.

"Yes! Happy to have you, girl!" Jenna, one of the Gryffindor prefects, said. Percy Weasley shook her hand and introduced himself. After the ceremony, Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, started the feast.

"Whoa, talk about tons of food!" Mac exclaimed.

"Don't tell me you're one of those girls that eats only rabbit food and-" Fred started before she cut him off.

"Hardly! I'm surprised sometimes that my broom can still handle me, the way I eat. Good genes, I guess," she smiled smugly. Oliver shot her one of his gorgeous smiles. Their eyes met for a second and his grin grew broader.

"You know, we lost a Chaser last year. She was a seventh year, pretty good. I'd wager Bethany could fill her spot, don't you, Angelina?" Angelina Johnson was another Gryffindor Chaser. She grinned.

"That would be bloody wonderful!" Angelina burst out. They continued on about quidditch and such until they were dismissed to their houses. Jenna led them to a large painting of a well-dressed fat lady.

"Pumpkin pasty!" she said. The painting moved to reveal the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. "Here's home, all. Girls are up that way," she said, pointing, "and guys are up the opposite staircase. Time to go up and get settled." Angelina and Bethany walked upstairs after saying a quick goodnight to Fred, George, and Oliver.

"You definitely need to meet Katie Bell. She's our other Chaser, and as of now, the only other girl on the quidditch team for our house. It'll be just us three Chasers as the girls, and may I add, the brains, of the team again this year. Too bad Lisa Glaymorgan had to graduate, you would have liked her," Angelina chattered. "By the way, call me Lina, easier than my whole name." Bethany smiled.

"Just call me Mac. The guys already do." They had reached the fifth years' room. Katie Bell was the only other occupant of the room.

"Hi!" Katie broke in. "I'm Katie, you're Bethany MacCleod, right? Oliver wouldn't stop talking about you on the walk from the Hall. I mean, totally, in like."

Katie was bubbling with energy. She flounced onto her stomach on her enormous canopy bed.

"Hey," Mac greeted her. "Whoa, these beds are totally tasty!"

"Tasty?" Katie and Angie asked in confusion.

"Oops, old slang. Meaning, cool, excellent, that sort. You know, tasty," she explained.

"Tasty," Katie said. "Kind of like, Oliver is tasty, like, hot." Mac blushed scarlet.

"I knew it!" Angelina shouted in triumph. "You do like him!" The two girls watched Bethany closely. Mac moved to her bed and positioned herself like Katie.

"Well…I just met him. I mean, sure, we talked the whole time on the train, but Fred and George were there, too," she said, not able to meet their eyes. Katie grinned wickedly.

"It's okay if you do…I mean, I could talk to him for you. Angelina and I have been after him since first year, but you walk in here and he's given you more praise and thought in just one day than he has us in four years!"

"Okay, do NOT be mad at me for that. I mean…"

"Hold it, we're not!" Lina broke in. "We just mean, well, we're happy he's finally found someone. And we'll help." Her mouth matched Katie's grin. "However possible."

"Yeah, well, thanks…but I think I'm off to bed. See you guys in the morning," Mac said, crawling under the covers, yawning.

"Night!" Lina and Katie echoed. Bethany rolled over and was soon fast asleep, barely realizing that she hadn't thought of LaFayette or Cowlings once since reaching Hogwarts. She hadn't even missed it. And then, she was sound asleep.