Title: TBA

Author: Sarah Christine

Rating: PG

Summary: A young girl, a new student in the Gryffindor house, is noticed in the Great Hall by Harry Potter. Soon, they find that she could possibly be the force of evil happenings at Hogwarts.

Synopsis: Harry and his fellow mates are now coming of age and in the middle stages of their sixth year at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: Anything that has been previously copyrighted doesn't belong to me. It belongs to JK Rowling, WB studios, whoever. I'm just using it, along with my imagination to have a little fun on my free time. Anything that hasn't been previously copyrighted belongs to me. You steal any of it, I steal your money.

ALSO NOTE- 'Fiction: noun, a. something invented by the imagination or feigned; specifically: an invented story b: fictitious literature (as novels or short stories) c: a work of fiction' – Webster

It's not real. Get it?

Now… on with the fiction!

Chapter Two

"I think you've just about gone loony over this…" Ron said crossing his arms over his chest.

"I have not gone loony!" Harry replied.

"Yep… You've gone loony." Ron sighed deeply. The three had recollected in the common room after breakfast.

"The sorting hat…" Hermione said faintly, in a deep trance of thought.

"Oh no! Don't tell me you've gone loony also?" Ron said despairingly.

"What do you mean Hermione?" Harry asked, slightly interested.

"I can't believe you two were so distracted by some girl that you didn't even notice what the sorting hat said to her!" she said.

"Well, I mean didja see her-?"

"Ron! If you actually paid attention, you'd notice that the sorting hat said something very curious…"

"What is it Hermione?"

"Slytherin… It almost sorted her into Slytherin, then at the last minute changed it to Gryffindor." Hermione explained looking back and forth between the two.

"But…why?" Ron asked.

"I'm not sure exactly…" Hermione shrugged. "Apparently, it saw the truth… whatever that's suppose to mean. It said she'd fit in quiet well with the Slytherins… Acted as if it was in her blood."

"But… she acted so kindly to me, even after I humiliated her. There's no way she's a Slytherin." Harry said.

"Maybe this is something too look into, Harry." Hermione said.

"Oh, I'd defiantly say this is something to look into." Ron said. "I just don't see how a Slytherin could be mis-sorted into Gryffindor."

"But Hermione…That's… That's almost what happened… to…to me. I was almost sorted into Slytherin, but then… I was put in Gryffindor." Harry said slowly.

"That's because you had some of Voldemort in you…" Ron said.

"Exactly." Hermione replied. Harry thought for a moment.

"That's curious, alright… very curious."

~

Later that day, Harry threw his bag onto the table and sat himself down in the back of sixth year poisons class. Ron came in directly after him and took a seat next to Harry. Harry pulled out a quill and some scratch pieces of parchment. He rested his head in his palm and waited for class to begin.

Soon Professor Snape glided in from the back room, his cape flowing behind him.

"Good afternoon class." He said slowly.

"Good afternoon, Professor." The class replied in the same fashion. Snape went to the head of the room and stood beside his table. He slowly crossed his arms over his chest.

"My dear dear sixth years I see…" His eyes slowly roamed over every face in the class. "You've come this far in your studies, there's no turning back now… So you might as well begin to study something that will be of significance in your lifetime." Harry looked up momentarily. Could it possibly be that he might learn something of interest for once in this class? "Therefore, I purpose a question… to all of you." Harry dipped his quill into some ink and prepared to write. "What is you most deepest fear, and how do someday you plan to conquer it?" There was a prolonged pause as a deafening silence filled the air. Harry wrote the question down on parchment and starred at it for a few moments. Many ideas popped into his mind at first thought. The Dursleys…Failure…Death… Professor Snape as a matter of fact. Suddenly a name came to him like a boulder from the sky.

Voldemort.

"I'll expect a two and a half foot report by Monday…" Miscellaneous groans could be heard throughout the class. "Three feet then." He looked around. "Any more personal commentary?" he paused, receiving silence for a reply. "As for today's assignment-."

Suddenly the door burst open and a young girl dashed in. She paused for a moment, trying to catch her breath. Then Harry realized it was Madison.

"Dreadfully sorry, Professor…I got lost." Snape took a moment to glance over her. "It's my first day here, trying to figure my way around Hogwarts."

"Perhaps…a guide Ms. Chilton?" He asked.

"Oh no, no thank you Professor. I already have a map, the trouble is reading it." She replied holding up a large piece of rugged parchment and glancing over it.

"I was referring to a personal guide. Someone to help you around." he explained. She let the paper down and looked at him nervously.

"Oh, um… really-."

"Potter, you're up to it, correct?" Harry froze. Ron nudged him. Harry jumped.

"Well, if-…. I guess-."

"Of course you are." Snape interrupted. "Every Hogwarts student is happy to help others when necessary." He sat behind his table and set a few things aside. "You may take your seat now Mrs. Chilton and we will presume class." He instructed, motioning towards an empty seat in the class on the other side of the room from Harry. "Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your tardiness."

She looked down sadly and took a seat. She began to pull her things out, preparing for class.

After class, Harry and Ron collected their things and headed out, going to their next class.

"Can you believe that evil Snape taking away points like that?" Ron asked. Harry stopped and looked around, nervously. "What's wrong Harry?"

"Madison... I'm supposed to show her around." Harry replied. Ron's eyes went wide.

"I'd forgotten about that…"

"Good thing I didn't… where is she?" Harry looked back and forth between the slowly increasing amounts of people filling the hallways between classes. How could he have been so stupid? Suddenly, someone bumped into him from behind. Harry jumped and spun around.

"Oh! Dreadfully sorry-…Harry?" A soft voice came. Harry's eyes went wide. It was Madison.

"M-Madison…Hi."

"Hello there… Friendly seeing you…" she replied. Harry smiled. "Who's your friend?" She motioned towards Ron.

"Oh! Um… this is my friend Ron... He's in Gryffindor also." Harry said. Madison shook Ron's hand.

"Pleasure." Ron looked down and mumbled something that couldn't be understood, his ears so red they almost glowed.

"Can I… show you around?" Harry offered.

"That would be quiet helpful...I'm afraid this map is dreadfully old and hasn't done me a drop of good all day…" she replied.

"Oh that…yes, they give those to all the first years…tell us to give them back at the end of the year…They get all rugged and smashed up and the bottoms of everyone's bags…" She smiled. "What you're next class so I can direct you?" She dug out her timetable and checked it.

"Divinations…with Professor Trelawney." she finally told him.

"Same here…" Harry said. "Right Ron?" Harry nudged Ron, who was in a deep trance. Ron jumped and noticed everyone around him.

"Um-…Right!" he said, gulping.

"Off to Divinations then?"

~

"Oh, Ms. Chilton! Welcome to Hogwarts… I was wondering when I'd be seeing you today…" Professor Trelawney greeted the new student. "This is sixth year Divinations class and I will be your Professor for the rest of the school year… Er…Do you have your book for this class?" Madison nodded, pulling out her book from her rucksack.

"Wonderful! Now lets see…here in Divinations we have entrance tradition for all of my students…In order to get a sense of each of my students, I ask them to go through a process called transmagiation. In other words, everything that I could possibly need to know about you during your years at Hogwarts will be revealed to me all at once… most I will not be able to read at the present, but in time it will all come together and make sense. Now, if I could just ask you to sit up here Ms. Chilton…" she motioned towards a stool, seated at the front of the class. Timidly, Madison did so.

Professor Trelawney went behind her tiny desk and pulled a large chest out from behind it. Slowly she opened it and revealed a large crystal ball. It was melon sized and inside could be seen a scene of a clear sky.

"I usually only bring this out once a year because it's powers are so strong, but you my dear Ms. Chilton…are one exception." She said slowly approaching Madison with the ball outstretched in front of her. Madison tensed as Professor Trelawney came closer to her. The ball glowed brighter as it came closer to Madison. "Now, I want you to just take this with both hands… then close your eyes and calm yourself… this will only work if you are completely relaxed." Madison nodded, gulping.

Slowly Professor Trelawney handed Madison the crystal ball. The entire room began to whirl with power and force from the ball. Madison closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Relaxing was something harder then she had expected.

"Forget everything Ms. Chilton…forget Hogwarts… forget school… forget classes… concentrate…on absolutely... nothing."

The room stirred harder and harder as other students struggled to keep their papers from flying away. Some got away and began spinning round the room as if a whirlwind had picked it up.

Suddenly, the image in the crystal ball showed thunder and lightening crashing in the night.

Professor Trelawney quietly began to chant something starring directly at Madison. She could not be heard because of the wind but even if she could be heard she couldn't be understood because she was distinctly speaking in another language, which was foreign to the other students.

As Professor Trelawney's voice grew louder, the air began to move faster and a visible force was connecting the tips of Madison's fingers to the ball she was holding.

Suddenly the image in the crystal ball disappeared and a new one replaced it. The entire ball burst into flames, but Madison didn't flinch a muscle. Neither did Professor Trelawney, who was still concentrating on her chanting.

Harry could feel the heat rising in the room. It was getting hot…too hot. He looked around at everyone else who seemed completely unaffected by this sudden change of temperature. Maybe he was the only one who was experiencing it. But how could that be? The heat rose again. It was becoming dangerously hot and he could feel himself going dizzy. He shook his head and tried to regain control of his body. He took a deep breath and began fanning himself. He noticed he was sweating profusely, unlike anyone else in the room.

Harry jumped back. An unbearable pain had filled his stomach again, this time stronger then he had ever felt before. Harry winced and scooted back. Ron looked at him in confusion and distress. Slowly, the pain was too much for Harry to handle and he began to kneel over. Ron jumped to his feet in a moment of fear.

"Harry! What's wrong with you?" He shouted over the storm that was slowly collecting near the ceiling of the room. Harry groaned in pain. "You need to get to the hospital wing!" Harry shook his head.

"No! I can't…" Harry yelled back. Harry soon fell out from his seat and curled up into a ball on the floor, still moaning in agony.

Without warning, Madison's eyes snapped open and the ball fell, smashing onto the floor with a great crack that echoed through the tiny room causing everyone to jump in surprise. The room went silent. Madison gasped and looked down at the ball, which had broken into many pieces. She sat still for a moment, trying to catch her breath. Then she broke the silence, as she spoke through her panting.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I promise I'll clean up-."

"No need Ms. Chilton. I can always get a new one without trouble." Professor Trelawney said, looking back and forth between Madison, and the cracked ball that lay on the floor in pieces.

Ron knelt down and looked at Harry. His entire face flushed white.

"Professor! Harry needs help!" Ron yelled coming to the realization that Harry was unconscious.

~

"Did you hear about Potter?"

"I heard he might not make it!"

"I'll bet Trelawney did it to him!"

Hushed whispers scattered around in the Great Hall at dinner that night. After the incident in Divinations, Harry had been sent straight to the hospital wing to be assisted by Madame Pomfrey. Being Hogwarts, rumors flew rampantly.

"Is that her over there?… Just coming in?" Hermione asked, stretching her neck over the rows of students and looking at the entrance of the Great Hall.

"Huh?" Ron asked

"Is that her?" Hermione repeated herself in a more hurriedly tone. Ron looked towards the front door. Slowly a smile spread across his face.

"Yeah… That's her…"

"Where's she going?" she asked, watching her walk across the back of the room, clearly not headed towards the Gryffindor table. Ron shrugged. "Maybe she's lost…" Hermione waved her over, but she didn't see her. Madison continued up the side of the Great Hall until she reached a tiny door and the head of the room. Hermione's brows furrowed. "No one ever goes in that door…is she really that lost?"

"She looked like she knew where she was going to me…" Ron said.

"You would know…" Ron made a face.

"Why on earth would she be going in there?…" Hermione asked aloud. "I think we need to talk with Harry…immediately."

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AUTHORS NOTES: Why do I feel like I'm making so many mistakes? Oh well. It's just me. Fanfic.net is SO much more confusing now-a-days. Gee, what happened? Alright, like I said before, I really enjoy feedback of all sorts. Lemme know if I really suck at this. I really wouldn't want to sit around making a fool out of myself. Hehe. Thanks for reading!