Disclamer: I do not own anything in this fan fic that you recognise from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter.

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Bridget gulped, the bearer of the starlight crystal? How could she be? She smiled grimly at the thought of what her mother would say if she knew. She couldn't use her age-old threat of disowning Bridget, because she already had.

"Oh my god!" Hermione whispered faintly. "What are you going to do?"

Do? What was there to do? She was the bearer, and until the opportunity arose to use the crystal against Voldemort and his supporters, there was noting to do.

Bridget just raised an eyebrow. She didn't know Hermione, didn't intend to know her, and certainly wasn't going to answer her stupid questions and make small talk.

"Well, I'm gonna turn in" Bridget told Hermione briskly as she turned and walked into the bathroom.

The next day Bridget woke up to the sun shining in her eyes through the open window-how could the others stand that light?

Then she remembered that she hadn't pulled her curtains shut because of the heat the night before.

She quickly got out of bed, pulled on her robes, and headed into the common room to meet Professor Magonagle so she could be placed in a class.

When she reached the common room, she heard hushed voices, and saw two boys who looked to be related to Ron and Ginny leaning over something.

She could hear snatches of there conversation, and by the sound of it, they were up to no good.

"Fred! I told you not to put the boomslang skin yet-it won't levitate if you put that in before you add the lace wings"

Bridget decided that she should probably go, although she was curious to find out what they were making, so she climbed through the portrait hole, and started to make her way to Magonagle's office.

When she reached it, she realized that she had been holding her breath for the past couple of turns, and immediately sucked in air, annoyed with herself.

She raised her hand and knocked on the big, oak door.

"Come in" came the sharp reply, that didn't do anything to calm Bridget's fizzing nerves.

Bridget slowly pulled the door open and looked inside. Professor Magonagle was sitting at a big, wooden desk covered in papers. All around the room were magical instruments, and sitting on a chair was a gray tabby cat.

"Ah yes, Bridget" Magonagle acknowledged

"So, how far have you gotten in the school text books? I assume you have been using our text books?"

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