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Chapter 6: The New Girl

            "No!"

            Harry pointed his wand at the approaching figure and cried out "Expelliarmus!"          

            The person's wand flew to Harry's waiting hand. He turned to Ron and Hermione, expecting to see them lying on the ground, but both were standing and looking dumbstruck.

            "Hermione? Ron? Are you alright?"      

            Ron opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. Harry turned to Hermione, who tried to speak, but failed.

            Harry spun around to ask the person what they did, and jumped back, landing on Ron's foot. The person, or young woman (she had taken down her hood), had been standing right behind him. She was looking quite angry too. Her blues eyes were flashing and there was a scowl on her face.

            "Could I please have my wand back?" the girl asked with an American accent.  Harry thought about it. "Only if you reverse the spell."

            "Fine, but I need my wand." The girl grabbed her wand from Harry and muttered something, which Harry presumed to be the counter-curse.

            "Blimey, Harry, that hurt," whined Ron, who was rubbing his foot.

            Hermione was looking at the girl, intrigued. The girl, sensing someone starring at her, turned to Hermione. "Something wrong?"

            "What did you do?"

            "Shut you two up. It got pretty annoying, especially since I was trying to get away from noise in the first place. I just did a simple silencing charm."

            "But how did you silence both of us?"

            "The silencing charm I used was for two or more people." The girl looked up as an owl hooted above her. A letter dropped to her feet. "Who's this from?" She opened the letter, read it, and scowled. She looked up to see three people staring at her questioningly. "It's from your Ministry telling me that I am not supposed to use magic out of school. I am underage. I didn't know that, seeing as I moved here a WEEK AGO!" She yelled to no one in particular.

            Ron spoke up. "I am guessing you did not want to move."

            "You guessed right," the girl replied sarcastically.

            "Where did you move from?" asked Hermione.

            "New York, in America."

            Hermione looked impressed. "Where did you go?"

            "Go where?"

            "To school. To learn that spell. That was impressive. I have read about it, but have never seen a student perform it. It's a lot more complicated than the single silencing charm."

            "I went to Whitehall."

            Hermione's eyes bulged. "Whitehall? You mean THE Whitehall Academy for Magically Gifted Wizards and Witches of America?"

            Ron whispered to Harry, "That is quite a mouthful." Harry smiled and nodded.

            The girl nodded, too, but in response to Hermione's question. "The one and only."

            "Amazing. I have never met someone from Whitehall…"

            "That's because you have never met an American, Hermione," shot Ron. Hermione gave him a nasty look and continued.

            "By the way, I am Hermione Granger, House of Gryffindor, prefect, and," her chest swelled with pride, "Head Girl of Hogwarts School of…" Hermione trailed off because Ron and Harry had started snickering. Her eyes narrowed at the two of them. "What?"

            Ron sobered, "Anything else?"

            "You know what, Ron? I am sick and …"

            Sensing an argument, Harry and the girl stepped in between Ron and Hermione.            The girl interrupted, "Pleased to meet you Hermione, House of Gryffindor, prefect, and Head Girl."

            At this, Ron fell to the ground, tears of laughter rolling down his face. Harry tried not to laugh, but seeing Ron, couldn't stop himself.

            Hermione turned to the girl with murder in her eyes.

            The girl held her hands up, "Just joking. Really, I was. I'm Elizabeth Peterson." She looked down at Ron and Harry trying to control themselves. She asked Hermione, "Are these your friends?"

            "They were."

            "Hey!" Ron had stopped laughing.

            Hermione continued, "The redhead is Ron Weasley and the other is Harry…"

            "Hermione, we can answer for ourselves. We are big boys now." Hermione turned to Ron, anger etched on her face.

            Harry stepped in. "Ron, stop provoking her. Hermione, stop reacting to his provoking. You two fight all the bloody time. It is getting old."

            Elizabeth smiled at him. "Well, that shut them up. I am sorry, I didn't catch your name."

            "Harry Potter." Harry was expecting a reaction, something that always happened when he met someone in the wizarding world, but the girl merely said, "Nice to meet you."

            Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, who shrugged.

            Hermione said, "Do you live around here?"

            "Yeah, I live just beyond those trees. My little brothers and sisters were driving me crazy. I needed to escape, so I rode my horse until we found peace and quiet." She aimed a look at Hermione and Ron.

            "How many do you have?" Harry asked.

            Elizabeth turned to him. "How many what?" Horses?"

            "No, brothers and sisters."

            "Oh, let's see. There's Mary Anne, she's three, Michael, who's four, Samuel, six, and Sarah, seven. Oh, and Matthew, who is my twin and sixteen. But he wasn't annoying me, just the little ones."

            "I got you beat. I have five brothers and one sister." He smiled triumphantly.

Elizabeth looked at him. "That's great," she said sarcastically.

"Where do you go to school?" Hermione asked to prevent Ron from saying anything else stupid.

            "Seeing as I just moved here, I really don't go to a school yet." Hermione turned red. Elizabeth laughed. "I was just playing with you. I am going to Hogwarts…"

            "Hogwarts! That's were we go!" Ron exclaimed.

            "I know." When Ron looked at her questioningly, Elizabeth pointed to the discarded envelopes on the ground. "I saw the seal. My dad showed me his head boy plaque before we moved. He went there too."

            "So you will be in your sixth year, right?"

            "No, seventh."

            "Seventh?" Hermione looked confused. "But aren't you only sixteen?"

"Yeah."

"How did you start early?"

            Elizabeth shrugged. "I don't know. My mom and dad told me it was a mistake, but they let me go anyway."

            Just than a voice came from the trees. "Elizabeth, if you can hear me, Dad's home and we got out letters from… that school!"

            Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "He never remembers the name." She yelled back, "It's Hogwarts and I am over here. By the pond."

            A tall, lanky, blond hair boy came jogging out of the trees. "I have been looking for you for over thirty minutes! Mom said you left and went riding. I found Lightening Bolt over there with your book, but I didn't see you."

            "Well, you found me. What a cookie?"

            "Shut up, Lizzie."

            Elizabeth took a deep breath. "Don't call me Lizzie. I needed time away from the rugrats, peace and quiet. You know what I mean." The boy nodded. "But my quiet was interrupted." She aimed another look at Hermione and Ron. "By the way, this is my brother Matthew, who will be starting his sixth year. Matthew, this is Hermione, Ron, and Harry. They go to Hogwarts, too. Seventh year."

            "Great, you know people and I don't."

            Ron spoke up. "My sister Ginny is going into her sixth year, too."
            "One person. Come on Elizabeth, I am starving and you know we only eat dinner if everyone is there."

            "Hold your horses, I am on my way." Matthew ran back into the trees. "Brothers. Well, I got to go, but I will see you on September first, right?"

            "Yes," Hermione answered, "on the Hogwarts Express. Remember it leaves at exactly 11:00 am, so don't be late."
            "Hermione, I am sure she already knows. You don't need to be her mum," Ron sarcastically said.

            "Ron, I was just…"
            "Alright," Elizabeth cut in. "I will see you on the Hogwart's Express." She turned and jogged into the trees.

            "She seemed nice enough. And, she went to Whitehall. I cannot believe it! It is a very prestigious American school, only the best go there," Hermione supplied.

            "We know. You already said."

            "Ron…"

            Harry couldn't help but concentrate his thoughts on Elizabeth. She looked so familiar. Honey colored hair to the shoulders and her eyes. Almost a translucent aquamarine.

            "Harry? You coming?"

            Ron's voice brought him back. "Yeah."

            "Dinner at your house or mine?"

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