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N/N: I own all rights and usuage of Necrosia ('cause it's me), Sari, Nokomis, Night Wolves, Moon Wolves, Necrian, Lunai, Dou'raan, and Silarii. If you would like to borrow these people, creatures, and languages, please e-mail me with your request. (e-mail address is in my bio) Words in // \\ are in Dou'raan, words in /\ /\ are in Silarii, and words in ::: :::are in Lunai. Necrian translations will always be at the bottom.

EclypsCC1: thanx for the review! I've been toying with a couple ideas that I introduced in here for a while now…

Chapter Two: The Arrivals

Sari kept calm and quiet as she walked down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her father, Daziel, was walking just as quietly beside her. They walked in a smi-comfortable silence for a while.

"Sari, I know you druther stay home, but you do realize the importance of you having a witch's education, yes?" said her father as he looked down at Sari. It was quite obvious that the two were related, you couldn't deny it even if you wanted to. Both had the same silver hair and black eyes, although Sari had her mother's fair skin.

"Yes father. I've already told you, I understand the reasons."

Daziel sighed and smiled with relief. If only Sari really knew why…

The two, father and daughter, reached the doors to the Great Hall and stopped.

"Are you ready?" Daziel asked quietly.

"Yes. As ready as I can be."

Daziel nodded and opened the door. Naturally, everyone turned their heads to look at those who came in. Regally, Sari and Daziel walked in and up to the High Table to where Dumbledore sat. Next to Dumbledore there were three empty seats, saved for the honourable guests.

"Albus, it's good to see you're well." said Daziel only somewhat formally.

"As it is to see you well, Daziel," replied Dumbledore, he looked at Sari, "is this her?"

"Yes. May I present her highness, Princess Sari of the Moon Wolves." Sari gave a small, yet elegant, curtsy. Dumbledore chuckled slightly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness, but neither of you need be so formal."

"The others have yet to arrive?"

"They're on their way, Daziel. Patience."

The door to the Great Hall opened again, only this time a group of black haired people came in. At the front was a regal looking man and a girl, who looked to be about Sari's age.

"Lazarus! You've finally made it!" exclaimed Dumbledore, albeit calmly.

"Nokomis saw a sword shop." Lazarus replied.

"Dad!!!!" exclaimed the girl. Everyone in the great Hall, save those who've just arrived, the Moon Wolves, and Dumbledore, couldn't help but tare at her hair. It was night black with little pearl white specks that looked like stars. Everyone in her group had them, but she had the most, and her eyes were the most startling sky-blue.

"Hello Cousin." greeted Daziel, holding out his hand.

"Hello to you as well, Cousin." replied Lazarus, taking the offered hand.

"Cousin." the two girls said to one another as they gave brief hugs. They weren't really related, but the formalities had to be met, at least in the beginning.

"So, Albus, where's the third?" asked Lazarus looking slightly nervous.

"She's coming Lazarus, she's coming. So this is Nokomis?"

"This be her."

"Hello Headmaster Dumbledore." Nokomis said formally. Out of the corner of her eye, Nokomis saw Sari purse her lips briefly.

'She's supposed to curtsy to a human of such importance and power!' Sari thought.

'Moon Wolves.' Nokomis thought.

Over at the Gryffindor table, Hary, Ron, and Hermoine were talking about the newcomers.

"This is absolutely amazing," said Hermione, "Moon Wolves and Night Wolves never get involved in human lives and there's hardly anything about them. They must be important to come here."

"Well, they're royalty of course." said Ron with a mouthful of mashed potato.

"Royalty?" asked Harry. He looked up at the group of people talking to Dumbledore at the High Table, "They don't look like it. Where's their crowns?"

"And what makes you say they're royalty?" asked Hermione.

"I don't know why they aren't wearing crowns, but I know they're royalty because of dad. I overheard him telling mum the the princess of the Moon Wolves and the princess of the Night Wolves would be coming. He started saying something else but then Fred and George came down."

"Ron! You shouldn't have been eavesdropping!" reprimanded Hermione.

"Come off it, Hermione! Dumbledore's gonna have to announce it anyway."

"I wonder what House they'll get Sorted into." Harry said thoughtfully.

"The sliver haired one looks like she'd fit into Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff," said Ron, "I mean, she curtsied to Dumbledore. Who curtsies anymore?"

Hermione glared at Ron.

"Well, I think the black haired one will be in Gryffindor. She doesn't look like she'd fit anywhere else. Maybe Slytherin, but I doubt it." siad Hermione. Harry opened his mouth to say what he thought but then the doors of the Great Hall opened once again. Harry looked to see who it was and made a disgusted sound.

"It's the Minister of Magic." he said.

"Oh joy." replied a sarcastic Ron.

"Are those Aurors behind him"

As it were, the Minister of Magic did have Aurors behind him. They were following behind him while encircling a person with their wands held out warningly to the person.

"It looks like a Dementor!" exclaimed a whispering Ron.

"But it doesn't feel any colder." pointed out Hermione.

"And look, you can see it's hands. Merlin, they're as white as a vampires!" said Harry, "and is it wearing handcuffs?"

"What are handcuffs?" asked Ron.

The Minister reached Dumbledore.

"Well, I've brought her Albus. You want me to write a pardon for Sirius Black as well?" he said slightly scathingly.

"That would be a nice thing to do." replied Dumbledore. As the two went on the Aurors spread out to the sides and doors of the room, thinking that it would be better to block all escape. There were Night Wovles and Moon Wolves here after all, not to mention Albus Dumbledore. Quitely and slowly, the person whom they had been escorting got a small pick out of their sleeve and began to pick the lockon the handcuffs. They hadn't been magicked shut as she didn't have a wand.

"Albus, I want there to be Aurors here to keep an eye on her!" the Minister argued as he put his hands behind his back.

A soft, barely audible, click.

The person had undone their handcuffs.

Sari and Nokomis watched quietly, a silent agreement between the two not to stop the person. If there was one person that truly annoyed them, it was Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Softly, the person made their way behind the Minister and put the handcuffs on him.

"But Al…Wh-what!?" the Minister exclaimed as he tried to bring his hands forward. Sari and Nokomis, along with the students of Hogwarts couldn't help it, they busted out laughing.

"Necrosia!" exclaimed Fudge.

"What? Serves you right." said Necrosia. She walked up to Dumbledore. "Now what?" she asked. Nokomis saw Sari clench her jaw slightly.

"I don't think she learned any of the mannerisms." whispered Nokomis to Sari.

"Neither do I." Sari replied.

"Necrosia, I'm glad you could make it." said Dumbledore beaming.

"So this is the third?" asked Lazarus. Necrosia looked at him.

"Why don't you take off your hood, your highness?" asked Daziel in a placating voice.

"I don't like being called highness. It's only a title, not who I am."

"My kind of gal!" exclaimed Nokomis while Sari barely frowned. Necrosia looked at her and under her hood raised her eyebrow, then chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Nokomis asked. Unkonwn to the three girls, Lazarus and Dumbledore had stopped talking to watch how they were getting along.

"You're emotions." Necrosia said simply.

"Huh?"

"You feel an intense mixture of excitement and annoyance, and they keep battling one another to be the dominant emotion. It's quite amusing, really."

"How did - how'd you know that!?"

Necrosia remained silent.

Sari looked faintly amused, until Necrosia turned to her.

"And you - you feel that you are obligated to be here, that it is something that you must do, even though you'd much rather be elsewhere."

Sari blushed and put her head down. She hadn't wanted her father to know that.

"Well," said Dumbledore, once again beaming, "Lazarus, Daziel, Cornelius. Why don't you take your seats here and I shall announce the three girls."

Lazarus and Daziel went to take their seats without comment, relieved that the three were there safely. Cornelius, without the cuffs on, glared at Dumbledore and pompously took his seat.

'Humans.' thought the three girls.

"Necrosia, Nokomis, Sari, if you three would please stand right here for a moment?"

"As you wish." said Sari as she moved to her spot.

"Sure." replied Nokomis as she went to hers.

Necrosia silently stood where she was told.

Dumbledore stood and said, "As you all have undoubtedly noticed, we have guests tonight. Their Majesties, King Daziel and King Lazarus, and our very own Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge." he gestured to each man as he introduced them, "They have brought three girls who will be transfer students here. Sari, daughter of King Daziel, Princess of Moon Wolves, Nokomis, daughter of King Lazarus, Princess of Night Wolves, and Princess Necrosia. They have been placed into the House of Gryffindor and I hope you shall all make them most welcome."

The students and teachers clapped at the end of Dumbledore's speech. Dumbledore gestured for Hermione to come up.

"Yes, Professor?" Hermione asked.

"Miss Granger, could you please see to it that these girls get to Gryffindor Tower and their classes until they become more acquainted with the castle?"

"Of course, Professor!" she replied, looking eager.

/\Oh boy, this oughta be interesting./\ Nokomis thought.

"Thank you. You may all go to your table now."

Hermione and Nokomis nodded while Sari said, "Thank you, Headmaste." Again, Necrosia was silent.

"Come sit here, with us." offered Hermoine. (N/N: Just so you all dun get confunded, Hermione is a Prefect in this story, as we all know she will be when book 5 bothers to come out)

"Thank you." Sari said again. The three princesses took the offered seats. Nokomis looked around only to be greeted by staring eyes. She scowled.

"It's times like these that I hate being a princess." she said.

"I know what you mean. At least I didn't have to deal with it all my life. I'm Harry, by the way."

"Nokomis, but I guess you already knew that. Call me Noko."

"Harry you said? You wouldn't be Harry Potter by any chance, would you?" asked Sari. Harry said.

"At times its okay, at times its unfortunate." he replied. Sari smiled and said, "I know what you mean." Nokomis snorted.

"Why do you keep looking around you, your highness?" Ron asked Necrosia. Necrosia looked at him.

"My name is Necrosia, not 'your highness'." Necrosia replied.

"Sorry y - er, Necrosia. But you act like, well, like you're not used to the attention."

"I'm not."

"Oh."

"What do you mean you aren't used to the attention? Were you sheltered from the outside world?" asked Sari.

"I wasn't sheltered, just freee from them for the most part."

"Lucky you. Where you from?" asked Nokomis.

"Where are you from." Sari corrected. Nokomis ignored her.

"Aschkaean." (N/N: Aschkaean is my first Dou'raan word. It's the Dementor's term for Azkaban)

"Never heard of it."

"What are you princess of, Necrosia? Dumbledore didn't say." asked Hermione. Necrosia remained silent, unsure of how to answer the question. How could she tell a human girl that she was the princess of Dementors and the Dead?

//I beith the princess of Dementors, and of Death.\\ Necrosia said. Sari and Nokomis looked at Necrosia sharply. They recognized what language she spoke, although they didn't understand it.

Back up at the High Table Dumbledore, Lazarus, and Daziel were watching the three girls interact.

"Do you think it'll really work, Albus?" asked Daziel.

"I have my hopes, Daziel." replied Albus.

"You mean you don't know for sure?" asked Lazarus, looking slightly alarmed, "you know that - "

"Silence, Lazarus. I know nothing for sure. Only what can be. I'm only human, after all."

"I know, Albus, and I apologize. I'm just very concerned."

"We all are Lazarus. We all are."

"We all are what?" asked the MoF now that he's decided to join in on conversation.

"We all are looking forward to a goodnight's rest." supplied Lazarus. Cornelius was too much of a fool to be able to really know what was going on.

"Oh."