Chapter Two.

            Hi.  I hope that people are still reading replica stuff sometimes.  If you are, and I can't update this for awhile, please r/r my other replica fanfic, Annie's Revenge.  Thanks for readingJ

Since Hogwarts had already started, Amy had to take a plane to get there.  She went into the bathroom, and changed into her robes.  About a week ago, she had taken the entrance exams, and had compacted out of first through third year, so she could join her age group.  Amy wasn't sure if this was regulation, or if she was being treated specially because of her condition.  She just hoped that the professors would remember to call her Amy instead of Seven, like the woman at the exams did.  She also hoped that people wouldn't be prejudice against her being a clone, like they were when the organization revealed her secret.  Above all, she hoped that Eric was still single, and had room for her in his new, magical life.  She sighed happily.  She rarely had a quiet moment to appreciate what her perfection could do.

            She had to go back to her seat, now that she was in her new, velvet black robes.  On the way back to her seat, she saw the back of someone's head.  The person turned around, and she looked into familiar blue eyes, and blonde hair.  All images of Eric escaped her mind.  At that moment, all Amy wanted was to be held in Andy's strong arms, and for him to be with her forever. 

            Get a grip on yourself, Amy.  This might not be your Andy!  She figured it was worth a shot.  She tapped him on the shoulder.  "Excuse me," she said.

            "You're an Amy, right?" he asked.

            "Yes," she said.

            "Which one?" he asked quietly, not to wake the man sleeping next to him.

            "Number Seven," she said, hoping that no one was picking up on this conversation.

            "Amy?" he asked.  "Are you the Amy?  The one I met in Paris?"

            "Yes!" she said.

            The two shared a moment, remembering all that they had been through.  A feeling shot through Amy.  He's not a brother to me.  He's my boyfriend.

            "Where are you going?" he asked curiously.

            "Hogwarts," she said.

            "Me too!" he said.  "I really can't believe this.  But Amy, I have to warn you of something, but I can't tell you now, okay?  I'll find you when we get to Hogwarts."

            Amy blew him a kiss, and giddily went back to her seat, happy to have reunited with Andy.  She sat at her seat on the plane, until it landed in a European station.

            The stewardess announced the weather and gave a speech that Amy had memorized in English and French.

            When they were finally allowed to get off the train, Amy followed Andy, and he handed her a boot.

            "What's this for?" she asked uneasily.

            "It's a portkey!" he said.

            "Oh," she said stiffly.  Amy would just have to get used to her magical surroundings.

            They automatically arrived in the great hall of Hogwarts.  An elderly woman greeted them.  "I am terribly sorry your classmates could not bear witness to your sorting, but today is Saturday, which means no school.  Amy, Nancy will not arrive here for another month or two."

            Amy felt scared.  She didn't usually spend time away from home like this. "I am Professor MgGonagall.  Please follow me."

            They were lead into a grand dining hall, and were about to be sorted.  Amy went first, because her last name started with a C.  She sat down, waiting for the hat to say something.  "Griffindor!" it said.

            Amy knew that Griffindor was a very good house, but Tasha was in Ravenclaw, and Eric was in Griffindor.  Now, there would be another rivalry.  Andy or Eric?

            Andy was also in Griffindor, and they were told where to go to get there.  When they were in the common room, it was empty.

            "Okay," Andy said.  "I told you I would tell you something, right?  Okay.  Hogwarts knows that we aren't generally magical blooded.  But we were created to be able to learn anything, right?"

            "Right," Amy said.

            "Well, since their dark lord, Voldemort came back to power, they have limited Witches and Wizards strong enough to fight him.  They've actually invited more than one clone to this thing.  Aside from us, there are two other Amys," he said.

            Amy took a few seconds to absorb those words.  "So, you're saying that they're training us to fight Voldemort?  Do you know who the other clones are?" she asked.

            "No, I don't," he said.  "But Chris and I were checking this out recently, and I heard that they're telling Dumbledore that.  But what they really want is to send the most powerful clones to Hogwarts, so they can use Voldemort to help them obtain power, and possibly destroy him or something.  Amy, I'm serious.  We need to get to the bottom of this!"

            Amy nodded her head.  "But why?  I mean they aren't going to hex us to make us use our perfection to overthrow the greatest evil power in the world?"

            "Yes," Andy said.  "We need to stick together, now."

            The next day, Amy looked at her schedule.  She had Transfiguration first, then Potions, then Herbology, then History of Magic, and finally Defense Against Dark Arts.  After that, she had lunch, followed by Divination, Flying Lessons, and Spells in
French.

            Of course, she had no classes with Andy since he was a seventh year.  Luckily, he had promised to meet her at lunch.  This was really cool, even if she was here for evil reasons.  Amy was actually just glad to be here at all.  It was much more fun than Parkside.

            With that in mind, she realized that this time today, she would be in Algebra.  She was really smart enough to be in Geometry, but her mother had wanted her to be in the stupid average class.  Now, she didn't have to worry about showing off.  Everyone would see the other two Amy clones, whoever they were, and they would know anyway.

            She imaged her, One, and Eight having fun together, going out on weekends, and being like sisters.  She then remembered that One and Eight weren't necessarily here.  Well, that was okay.  She could get along with any Amy they sent, as long as it wasn't Aimee, or Ten, the spoiled, selfish actress.  Amy knew that this clone had her emotions deleted, but that didn't make matters better.

            She also hoped they hadn't send Annie Perralut, the evil Nazi ballerina.  She was just too creepy.  No.  Amy tried to think of the positive.  She imagined herself watching a movie on her portable TV. with two giggly girls who looked exactly like her, and Tasha.  Tasha would be so happy to see her!  She just hoped that she hadn't made new friends, and forgotten all about her.

            When she arrived in Transfiguration, she spotted Tasha.  "Hi!" she said.

            "Hi, Amy!  I'm so glad to see you!  Wait, are you really Amy, or are you that other girl in this class?"

            "What other girl?" Amy asked excited to find another Amy.

            "You know, Annie?" Tasha asked.  "She's in our class."

            Amy could tell that Tasha was trying to pick up a British accent.  In fact, she did sound different than usual.

            Amy groaned.  "I hate her," she said, about to sit down by Tasha.

            "We have assigned seats," a girl named Hermione who sat near Tasha said.

            "Darn," Amy said.  So, obviously stupid rules were not unique to Parkside.  "Where do I sit?"
            "You sit up there," Hermione said, pointing to a seat by a brunette girl.

            "Okay," Amy said.

            "See you at lunch," Tasha said.

            "Uh, yeah," Amy said.  She thought about it.  She might see Tasha at lunch, but she wouldn't have alone time with Andy.  She knew that she and Eric weren't quite a couple again, yet, but she didn't know what this would do to her and Tasha's friendship.

            Well, maybe she could make new friends.  She sat down next to the brunette, and starred into two dark brown eyes.  She stared at her own face.

            "Bonjour, my enemy," she said.

            "Annie?" Amy asked, eyeing the streaks in Annie's hair.  Amy had remembered that her own streaks had been redone so that she would be distinct from the other Amys.

            Annie curled her black streak around her finger.  "Just to let you know," she said.  "We're not friends, okay?"

            "Why can't we just get along?" Amy asked.

            "Because," she said simply.  "The organization wanted all twelve of us.  And you ruined the project!" Annie yelled.  "I still hate you for that, you know!"

            Amy rolled her eyes.  "Well, sorry, if I don't want to be used for the thing they want to use us for!"

            "And I hate you for turning Five against me, and stealing her Andy," Annie said icily.

            "Andy, Number Five and I met a long time ago!  I had no idea that he was Number Five!  He didn't even know!" Amy complained.

            "Pity you people are," Annie said.

            Professor Mcgonnagall came in, and announced the new students.  They read out of a textbook, but didn't learn any spells.  Amy could feel Annie's eyes on her, which made her very nervous.

            After class, Annie tapped Amy on the shoulder.  "Seven, just so we're clear," she said.  "As soon as this month is over, and I've learned adequate magic, I'm going to use it!  I mean it!"

            Amy felt faint.  How was she going to stop Annie from using her magic to take over the world?