Note: Sorry it took a while, guys. :) But now at least she's in Hogwarts. So, do you like it so far? Huh? ;) Well, anyway, I was wondering…who do you think I should pair her up with? I have a few people in mind, but since you're reading it, I figure; why not ask them? So? Any comments?



"I'd like to welcome you all back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Albus Dumbledore told the students once they were all seated in the Great Hall. Fiona had sat down with Harry, Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table for lack of anywhere else to sit. The first years had been sorted into their houses, which Harry quickly explained for her benefit. Once that was done, Dumbledore had risen to give a short speech, and, to introduce the new fifth year among their mists.

"I'm sure that by now some of you have become familiar with our new student." His eyes twinkled merrily as he looked at the Slytherin table where Malfoy held a cloth to his bloody nose. "And I would like to bring her up her now to be sorted. So if you please, Fiona Black, come up and see where our trusty hat will place you!"

Coolly, Fiona started toward the stool on which the old hat sat. Glancing around her, she made eye contact with one of the teachers. He wore a nasty look on his face, and stared at her with something just short of hatred. Annoyed, Fiona turned away.

When she reached it, Dumbledore lifted the hat so she could sit, placing it on her head once she was settled. Her vision was obscured with the hat on her head. She got comfortable, not knowing what to expect.

"Well, well, well." A small voice said in her ear.

"Well what?" she thought back irritably.

"Courage, yes, plenty of that. Brashness, too in quite a large amount. Loyalty to those who will help you, but too, a thirst for power and control. And a disconnectedness…I think I know just where to place you. SLYTHERIN!" The last word was yelled out over the crowd, and Fiona lifted the hat from her head, placing it back on the stool as she walked over to the table that had erupted with cheers at having a new student. As she passed the Gryffindor table, Fiona shrugged in Harry's direction. He looked at her curiously. Sirius had been in Gryffindor; why wasn't she?

Fiona sat down next to a tall boy who looked to be in his sixth of seventh year; he towered above Fiona. Sourly, she noticed the boy she had punched sitting almost diagonal from her. She smirked and waved at him.

The food appeared on the once-empty dishes that had occupied the table. Fiona arched an eyebrow.

"Impressive," she murmured before helping herself to some food; she never ate much. It was probably the reason she was so damn short.

When the feast was visit, Dumbledore reminded everyone that the forest on the grounds was forbidden, and that Quidditch tryouts would be held a week into the turn. Malfoy smirked at this. He had secured himself a place on the team two years ago, when his father had bought the House all Nimbus Two- Thousand-And-Ones. But he also saw the new girl smile out of the corner of his eye; what did she have planned? Did she actually think a girl could make it onto the team?

When they were dismissed, Fiona evaded those of her new House and made her way over to Ron, Hermione and Harry.

"Hey," she said. They smiled and waved, answering back.

"So, I guess I won't be seeing you around."

"Well, that's not completely true. What extra classes are you taking?"

"Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures."

"Oh, this is great," Hermione said excitedly. "I take Arithmancy; we won't be together, but at least I've someone to talk with." Fiona smiled back.

"And Gryffindors and Slytherins have Care of Magical Creatures together," Harry offered. "And Potions." He pulled a face at it. "I hate potions."

She laughed. "Who teaches it?" Know it was Ron's turn to pull a face.

"Snape. Professor Severus Snape. What an absolutely wonderful man." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "He's your head of house too," he added.

"Lovely," Fiona commented. Turning, she saw the guy she had punched walk up.

"Who is he?" she asked in a low whisper, nodding to the boy. Harry grimaced.

"That's Malfoy." He took on a drawl that could only be Malfoy's. "Draco, Malfoy." Fiona laughed. She turned to face the guy she now knew as Malfoy as he approached. He looked down at her, then surveyed the three Gryffindors she was with.

"You'll not want to be seen with that lot," he drawled. After hearing Harry's impression, Fiona was hard put not to laugh.

"And why not?" She asked innocently, wanting to have an excuse to hurt him again.

"Because they're Gryffindors." He spat the word out as if he was a piece of filth.

"And your point is…?"

"You should stay away from them."

Fiona moved closer to Malfoy, tilting her head up so she could see his face. Her nose could almost touch his chin. Harry was surprised; he had taken the impression that Fiona didn't like this guy.

"Tell me, Draco," she said softly. "Does your nose hurt? I'm dreadfully sorry about that," Malfoy arched an eyebrow. "I'm sorry it didn't hurt more." Pulling a sour look, she shoved him away from her. "I'll hang out with whom I want to." She turned to say goodbye to her friends, and started to follow the rest of the Slytherin crowd. Pausing, she turned to Malfoy again.

"Tell me; do you play on the House team?"

"Of course," he told her arrogantly.

"What position?"

"Seeker."

"Don't expect to stay on the team after the tryouts." She turned and left, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione doubled over with laughter.