*Obviously these aren't my characters. I own the plot that's it. Do I have to put this in the front of every Chapter? Would J.K. Rowling really accuse me of taking credit for HER work? I am doubting that. But it is HER work. I only take credit for the plot.

Now it was Ron's turn to be angry. He jumped out of the chair he had been sitting in. "What's the matter Weasles? You want to learn too?" Before Ron could do anything, Draco and Hermione left the room, laughing together. "Get used to it Ron" Harry said bitterly. "Get over yourself!" Ron shot back weakly. Harry gave him a sarcastic grin and left the room.

He wandered downstairs and nearly tripped over a girl who was crying. Tempted to just breeze past her, Harry hesitated on the steps. Sensing his presence the girl turned around. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were flushed. "Are you okay?" Harry asked, taking a seat next to her. "I'm sorry" The girl said, wiping away the tears that were rolling down her face. "Don't be sorry" Harry smiled, "Just tell me what's wrong" He tried to sound reassuring. "I'm-it's nothing-I'm ok" She said, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice. "Would you like to go down into the Common room with me?" Harry asked her. The girl looked up at him and nodded, smiling she took his hand, and he pulled her up. "So what's your name?" he asked. "Stephanie" She said softly. "Well I'm Harry Potter." He replied.

As they walked down the stairs in silence Harry looked her over. She had shoulder length blonde hair that curled out at the different layers. She had some freckles sprinkled across her nose and her Green eyes were bright from crying. She had a tiny scar on her eyebrow that disappeared when she relaxed her expression. He noticed that she was quite pretty, even though she was a little chubby. She didn't have a perfect body, but he found himself thinking that it was ok.

They reached the Common Room and found a table in the middle. "So tell me about yourself Stephanie." Harry said, pulling out a seat for her. She smiled, her eyes were no longer red, but they were still bright. "Well, I'm from Limerick, over in Ireland. I transferred here from Shira, which is a performing arts school for wizards. We heard about Hogwarts from my Aunt Sharon whose son, Seann, goes here. I heard they had a really good drama program here, as well as music," She said. "So you act?" Harry asked, "Yeah, and I sing, I like singing more." She smiled. "So what about you Harry?" Stephanie grinned. 'Wow' Harry thought, 'someone who doesn't know me!' Immediately he began sharing his story with her. As he was talking, Harry noticed the admiring look on her face. "Wow" She breathed when he finished. "Your life is so much more exciting than mine!" Both were grinning.

They continued talking well into the night. It was after midnight when it dawned on Harry just how late it was. "Man, it's late. We should get to bed! It was nice meeting you,,,,,Stephanie?" He realized he didn't know her last name. "It's Biggerstaff," She said. "Well it was nice meeting you Stephanie Biggerstaff." "You too, Harry Potter." It wasn't until he got to his room when he realized what her last name was. "Biggerstaff?" He said to himself, just before he opened the door to his room.



**Kinda short (boo) but it gets the job done! (**

Please Review it.

Love Sandrine