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A/N: This chapter was written with help from Brody since Monica didn't feel like writing and Zoé got mad at her and asked for help from Brody.

Chapter 4: Hogwarts' New Additions

Written by The Loards

Azelia was getting bored. She and her parents flew for what seemed like hours. Atleast she had something to do. Her father taught her tricks that she learned with amazing speed, and even go bored enough to invent some of her own after a while.

After 10 minutes or so of practice she was able to stand up on my broom and do a little tap dance routine. When Dad saw that, he had to learn it too. There was no way his daughter could beat him at something he had been doing for years.

The first time he tried he didn't even stand up completely before he fell off and Azelia's mother had to catch him with a pillow spell, laughing the whole time.

The second try was doomed from the start because he was laughing so hard. On the third try he tripped on his shoelace and ended up swinging from his knees, up side down.

#I'm doomed. There's no point in trying.# Her mother snorted at this comment.

#I'd say so. Zellie, honey, if you look down, we're flying right over the train.#

#Oh, wow, it's so majestic looking. Next year I want to ride the train, I'll probably have some friends by then. It looks like so much fun.#

"Hey, I wonder, did Malfoy lose his antennas yet?" Harry wondered. "How long do the twins spells usually last?

"He should have by now," Ron looked almost disappointed. "Fred and George said it only lasts about 10 min."

"Damn. Well, he's still ugly though." Hermione said, lifting her trunk off the train. The train had just arrived at Hogsmeade, and the trio was heading for the horseless carriages that took them to the school. It was a wonderfully cool night, with a clear sky. When Harry gazed up at the stars he saw three people on broomsticks, also taking advantage of the cloudless night sky.

They followed Hagrid's familiar, warming, voice to the carriages.

"Firs' yers over 'ere!"

"We better go get a seat, before all the good ones are taken over by Slytherin slime." Ron gasped out as they ran over to an empty carriage, and climbed in.

Azelia reached Hogsmeade a little after sundown and claimed one of the fancy horseless carriages waiting in a line. She was startled at first by a giant man I thought he was literally a giant, or at least a half-blood but Dad said he was Groundskeeper at the school. As soon as her family were all in their selected carriage, and had shut the door, it started off without a command from any of them.

Since Azelia was and intern student from Napoleon's School of the Wizarding Arts (with four others, part of the new program for mixing the students from different cultures that my old head mistress and master had started with a few others) where they taught things differently than Hogwarts, she would be in classes with the 5th years, even though they were a year older than her.

When we got to the school, Azelia was taken up to the Headmaster's office where she was to be 'sorted' as they called it, I have no clue why before the starting-term feast started. At Napoleons we were only sorted into two dorms, the boys' were called the Napoleon's and the girls were the Josephine's (since the school was started by Napoleon and his wife). Apparently things are different here. There are four houses, and they aren't restricted by gender. (Note to self: this may be a problem, hehe...)

All together there were five students transferring from Napoleon's, three girls and two guys. Azelia knew Zoè and Becca vaguely, but they were always together, and were both one-year-older than Azelia. One of the guys, a pretty cute boy named Jason, and the other, Marcel, was the youngest of the group, and would be joining Hogwarts as a third year. There was some rumor going around that Jason and Becca were going out, but anytime anybody mentioned this, or the hinted at it, both would go into a deadly rage...

After stowing her luggage with the rest of the students Azelia and her parents were taken up to the Headmasters office by a tall sever witch who addressed herself at Minerva McGonagall.

The room they waited in was large and round with scarlet carpet. There was a desk at one wall with a shield hanging from the wall above it. It was divided into four sections, and each one had a distinct background color with an animal in it. In the upper-left there was a golden lion, on a red field, the upper-right held a silver serpent with a green background. In the lower-left there was a black badger with a canary yellow background, and the lower right had an eagle flying over a dark blue background. These must be the mascots of the four houses Azelia thought to herself.

The walls were covered with the portraits of old headmasters (presumeably) all snoozing in their frames. And beside the desk stood a golden cage, and inside it was a phoenix.

#Wow. What a bird.# she whispered, almost to herself

#It's a phoenix, and his name is Fawks.# Came a man's slightly English accented voice. Everyone turned and saw a man with a long white beard and half-moon shaped glasses come out of a door that Azelia swore hadn't been there a minuet ago.

#You speak French, Headmaster?# She asked, slightly surprised. The other four students just stood and gaped at their new headmaster.

#Yes, I have been practicing in order of your arrival. And please just call me Professor, 'Headmaster' makes me feel so old!# He said with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling. #Now I suggest you all say goodbye, for we need to get you all sorted, and down to the feast.#

#Well, honey, we need to get back to the house now# Azelia's mother said, as she turned toward her daughter.

#We'll see you at Kings Cross Station when term ends. Write often.#

#We'll miss you so much.#

#I love you Mum, and Dad.# Azelia said, and she felt the first touch of excitement as she watched the door close behind them and the other parents. I'm on my own now. YES!

"Now, if we could continue this conversation in English. I'm afraid my French is a little rusty."

"OK." The five chorused.

"Now, to be sorted. All I need you to do is try on this hat." He held up a patched and frayed old wizard's hat. Try on that hat? I wonder...Is this some kind of test? Azelia could see the puzzlement in the eyes of the others too. "Now, who want to go first?"

"I will." Azelia instantly volunteered. If it was anything bad, she might as well get it over with. If 11 year olds can do it, so can I!

She took the hat from him and set it gingerly on her head. It was far too big and slipped down over one eye. Azelia was startled when a voice sounded in her ear.

-Another Potter, eh? Hm... Where to put you...-

-Potter? What? My last name is LeMonde- The hat didn't seem to hear her. At least Azelia supposed it was the hat that was talking to her.

-Yes. A brilliant mind, yes, and the Ravenclaws need some fame. But your ancestry is against that, and with the way things are going...-

-Excuse me, but what ancestry? How can you know any of my ancestors, they were French!- But suddenly Azelia remembered that she was adopted. She wasn't sure who her parents were, much less her ancestors. I wonder if I really am a Potter... Too bad the name is so common I really can't be sure... The hat was continuing it's monologue, still ignoring her.

-Yes, yes, with what's coming up, you better be in...-

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Becca yelped in surprise at the loud voice seeming to come from an inanimate object.

"Gryffin-what?" Azelia asked as she took off the strange hat.

"Ahh. Gryffindor. One of our finest houses. Now, who's next?" Marcel volunteered to go next, and Hogwarts had a new Hufflepuff. Jason was voted Slytherine and then Becca and Zoé became the new Ravenclaws. Then Dumbledore handed the hat to Professor McGonagall, who presumably took it down to the feast.

"Now, we must hurry down to the feast where I will introduce you to the other students. Come along."

"Golly I'm hungry. I wonder what's taking them so long."

"Ron, your ALWAYS hungry. Look, here they come now. Gosh the first years are small. Were we that small when we were sorted?" Harry asked, astonished.

"Yeah, we've grown a lot since then. But I don't think Ron's brain has grown much."

"Well, at least I wasn't such a bighead!" This was another of their famous arguments, and Harry was in no mood to break it up. He was staring off in space through the whole sorting, and by the time he realized that Dumbledore had just said something important, it was too late. Ron and Hermione were still going strong.

"Will you guys please just SHUT UP!" Both of them just glared at Harry because of this new outburst. "Dumbledore just said something really important, and I couldn't hear him because you two were yelling at each other."

"...We welcome them to our school! And after the School Song, you may eat. Everyone sing to your own tune!" And he waved his wand, and just like every year, the silvery ribbon that flew out of it formed the words.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Ours heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

"Great, now you guys made me miss it."

"Well I cant help it Miss Bighead Genius O-I'm-So-Smarter-Than-You was making fun of me."

"You forgot bossy, Mr. BigAss."

"Did you hear her, Harry?!"

"I'm neutral."

"Yeah, Harry wont save your butt now, Ron."

"Bitch."

"Bastard."

Here they go again. And Harry just ignored them in favor of his food. After a few minuets he looked up to take some more potatoes, and straight into a pair of bright green, familiar eyes.

Azelia was shy and embarrassed at all the new people around her, which wasn't helped by being the only one at her table who didn't know the words to that ridiculous song. And so she kept her head down while she was eating.

The food was delicious, and she especially loved the potatoes Hmmm, maybe I'm Irish? Haha, what a funny thought, though I do have the red hair... As she reached for more she noticed someone else doing the same. Azelia looked up and felt as though she was looking into a mirror. It was him. The black-haired boy from Privit Drive. And he was looking just as startled as she was.

The Great Hall was silent almost instantly as everyone turned in their seats to stare at Harry and Azelia. Everyone, that is, except for Ron and Hermione, who were still arguing at the top of their lungs.

"Well at least I don't act like I'm gonna have a cow every time I know the answer to a question in class!!"

Hermione opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, and then stopped. "Ron, do you get the impression we're the only ones talking?" And she looked over at Harry just in time to hear him whisper 'Just like the picture' and fall backwards in a dead faint.

IN THE HOSPITAL WING JUST A FEW MOMENTS LATER, HARRY IS WAKING UP:

"Ron, I just had the strangest dream. We were at the start-of-term feast, and there was this girl there who looked just like the picture! It was scary!" Ron looked over at his almost incoherent friend.

"Harry, it wasn't a dream."

"Excuse me." Came a light voice with a slight French accent. "But what picture do I look like?"

Harry turned, saw Azelia, and fainted again.

"Well, apparently this is a bit of a shock to him...He is The famous Harry Potter, isn't he?" Wait! Wait! I thought His name is Harry POTTER! Potter! Could that be what the hat was talking about? Am I somehow related to The Harry Potter?!? It can't be... "Potter" isn't that unusual for a last name...But then why do we look so much alike? But, boy, Harry chooses his friends right, this guy's downright cute!

"Yeah, he is.... And I'm sorry; I don't know what's bothering him. Do you two know each other from somewhere else?" Wow! She is HOTT! I hope this whole thing from Harry isn't because he likes her... Ron thought.

"Umm...No." :Well, we don't really KNOW each other, we've just been watching each other all summer long...best keep that a secret though:

TWO MINUETS LATER:

"Ron, I just had the strangest dream—"

"Harry, IT WASN'T A DREAM!!"

End of Chapter 4: Hogwarts' New Additions

A/N: Yeah, Harry's being a bit ditzy there, well, he's having a rough time, imagine your long dead mother's face coming back to haunt you. La de da.... if you keep on reading (and reviewing) we keep on writing....

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