Title: Being a teenager sucks

Pairings: *takes a deep breath* RL/SB, RW/HG, GW/DM, HP/OC, MM/SS (ack, I don't much like the last one, but ish chose the pairings, acos I couldn't decide. Ain't she helpful! ^.^) And possible Dean/Seamus.

Warnings: Some slash in later chapters, probably only mild slash, because I can't write it to save my life.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, don't you think there'd be more blood??? And more slash, for that matter. Lol.

A/N: first hp fanfic, I didn't know how this would turn out, but it seems to be okay. Rest assured there is a plot. Eventually, there will be a plot… now, onto important matters.

You will heed the warnings. There will be mild slash in later chapters. Do NOT come crying to me because you don't like to see Sirius and Remus paired together. Don't flame me because you're homophobic, I have warned you, and I'll warn you again in the chapters that I decide to put slash in.

You will review, even if it is to flame me. If I get no reviews, or very little, I will think that nobody is reading this, and I will stop writing it.

Constructive criticism is most welcome. If you have ideas, or can point out mistakes, I will be eternally grateful.

If you flame me because of the slash (when I write it) I will hunt you down, and drink your blood. I will hang your lifeless body from the flagpole of my school, and we will all throw things at you. Then, we will see which type of acid will eat through your eyeballs the fastest, and have a race. If I lose (which I won't. I'm acing chem.) We will send your body to your family for a decent burial. If I win, (which is certain) we will cover you in melted wax, and stand you in the science lab so the little year sevens can throw things at you. And then possibly cover you in kerosene and set you on fire, those year sevens are pyros (and I am their teacher!)

Yes, I have been known to drink blood on occasion, I want fangs, I hate the sun, and my skin is so pale it's almost white. (Except at the moment, it just borders on extremely pale, acos it's summery where I live.) I'm obsessed with vampires. GET THE HELL OVER IT! Erm… thank you…

((I'm not getting many reviews, but oh well. I need constructive criticism, because I need to improve my writing. What can I say? I'm a perfectionist. Warning: rant ahead. Most of this gets written at about 3 am, when I can't sleep, and I need something to do that won't wake my mum. That way, she doesn't know I'm writing slash. It's only mild slash, but my mum is majorly homophobic. She says that it's disgusting, and how anyone older than three could call love disgusting is beyond me, but she's entitled to her small-minded opinion. I just thank my lucky stars that I'm straight, or she'd kick me out. I'm currently listening to aerials, by system of a down, which is not helping my mood. Anyhow, on with the fic, yo.))

Hermione dragged Harry out of the compartment, telling Ron that they'd be back. She rounded on him the second they got out into the passageway.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Harry stared at her, bewildered.

"What do you mean, Hermione?" She sighed, exasperated.

"The astral projection potion you presumably took. And I do hope you didn't use your wand, it was a potion, wasn't it?" Harry nodded mutely. He was utterly shocked.

"How did you know about that?" Hermione calmed down a little before replying,

"Well, one night I was mixing a potion to turn my hair red-streaked, when that annoying owl, Pig flew into my room with a letter from Ron. I took the letter and let it out, but one of its feathers must have fallen into the potion, because instead of turning my hair a different colour, it allowed me to astrally project. I suspect it was a slightly different potion to the one you took, because I could see you, but you didn't appear to see me. I tugged on your arm, but you disappeared. So what exactly were you doing astrally projecting yourself into my room late at night? I could have been changing!" she stopped her rant, and waited for an answer,

"I, er… umm…" Harry murmured. "Well, it's like this…" He relayed the whole incident, beginning with the shop, and his need to escape his room, and carefully omitting the part about Sirius and Remus, it was not his secret to tell.

Hermione laughed at his description of Ron being caught cookie-handed, but then her expression turned solemn.

"You know you really shouldn't trust a book you got from a place like that, it could be dangerous!" Harry listened, nodding at the appropriate moments. Despite her new image, she was still the same Hermione.

Harry glanced at his watch.

"We really should get changed, we're nearly there." Hermione nodded, and a relieved Harry entered the compartment only to face an angry Ron.

"What were you talking about that you couldn't share with me?" Oh my gosh, he's jealous! Thought Harry to himself. That information could prove useful.

"Hermione was just ranting about how I should be careful this year and not go getting myself in trouble, what with the dark lord and all" well, it wasn't a complete lie… Ron seemed satisfied with this, and he sat down to finish off his Bertie Bott's every flavour beans, swearing a few moments later when he got a wasabi flavoured one.

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at Gryffindor table as the sorting began. Harry wasn't paying much attention, until, near the end of the sorting, Dumbledore spoke.

"Students, we have this year, two transfer students, Shar Hexwood, and her guardian." Two figures entered the side door to the great hall, cloaked in shadows. As they stepped into the light, the great hall gasped at what they saw.

A girl with long, straight black hair, and ice-blue eyes stood by the sorting hat on the stool, and beside her stood a Tall, cloaked, hooded being. A dementor! Wait… Harry didn't hear his parents being murdered… so not a dementor then… no, Dumbledore would never let a dementor into Hogwarts castle. It was okay then.

All that could be seen beneath the hooded cloak was a pair of amber coloured eyes. Dumbledore said it was her guardian… strange… What was it that she was being guarded from?

Dumbledore motioned for the Shar to sit on the stool, and McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head. The hat spoke to her, whispering to her the possibilities of achievement if she were sorted into Ravenclaw, or maybe Slytherin. She cringed at the mention of Slytherin. She'd rather be somewhere a little safer. So be it… the hat said.

"Gryffindor!" Shar Hexwood rose, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, her guardian walking behind her. She looked Harry straight in the eye, her gaze never wandering to his forehead. She motioned to the seat beside him.

"Is this seat taken?" Harry froze. Her eyes… He looked up at her, unable to speak.

"N-n-no," he finally spoke, "you can sit here." She took a seat beside him, and her guardian sat at her other side, not speaking, and barely moving.

Dumbledore finished speaking, and then, with a wave of his hand, the food appeared. Harry ate as if he had not eaten a decent meal in weeks. In fact, it had been all summer. Shar ate a little, but mostly just moved the food around her plate.

Harry looked at her questioningly, wiping the food off his face.

"Is something wrong?" Shar shook her head. Harry extended his hand to her. "My name's Harry, by the way." Shar smiled.

"I'm Shar" she shook his hand. Harry gestured to the other sixth years.

"This is Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Neville, Lavender, and Parvati." Shar bowed her head slightly to them in greeting. She gestured to the cloaked figure.

"This is my guardian, Blake." Her guardian acknowledged them with a slight nod, and then continued to ignore everything going on. Hermione shot a wary glance at Blake, and then went back to eating, trying to ignore the unease she felt when she looked at those two.

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When they had finished eating, they got the password from a prefect, and entered the Gryffindor common room. Harry watched in confusion as Shar took a small red crystal and waved it over a spot on the wall, his mouth hung open as first her guardian, and then Shar, walked straight through the wall.

Harry resolved to check the marauder's map later for a hidden chamber that ran off the common room. Hermione appeared behind Harry.

"Oh close your mouth, if she's here to be protected, she wouldn't sleep in the girl's dorm, her guardian is a guy." Harry obediently closed his mouth. Hermione's words made sense.

But was Shar's guardian protecting her from someone, or protecting someone from her…

A/N: *eerie music* oooh, she could be a mass murderer! Oh, wait; she's a Gryffindor… okay… I'm not getting reviews, and I'm beginning to get a little pissed. But that's okay, when this thing has been going for 20 chapters or so, I will reward those who have stuck with this story, and for my friends, who review every chapter, I'll share the blood of the flamer. *bounces off to hunt flamers*