Disclaimer: If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars, I buy me Harry Potter, but not the real Harry Potter, that's cruel. (music fades out) If only I had a million dollars. Sadly, I had like 50 dollars in my bank account. You don't think JK Rowling would sell Harry's world to me for 50 dollars, do you? How 'bout just Ron? NoI didn't think so. Looks like they're all still hers. That is, until I raise several million dollars because when I do(author rubs her hands together, smiling evilly)

Author's Note: Thanks to all my reviewers. It makes me feel so good when I read them. thanks especially to Lady of the Dark. You're my most faithful reviewer. Not that I don't love the rest of you. For Hpfan, my story is also under Action/Adventure. I'm glad you guys like the idea of a Kneazle. To Lily Potter: Draco did hear all that, and you'll just have to see what he does with this new information. I don't want to give away the story. Anyhow, 50 points to who ever can tell me what the San Grasal is. It is a real thing. Well, enjoy this chapter. Don't forget to review. I may stop without encouragment.

Chapter Five–Welcomehome?

They bickered over the sounds of the train platform and over a booming voice (Hagrid's, Harry informed Evelyn) calling out "Firs' years! Firs' years! Firs' years this way!". They bickered through the whole carriage ride to the school. When the four of them got into the Entrance Hall they were still going at it.

Evelyn whispered to Harry, "Do they get like this often?"

Harry gave a little chuckle. "All the time," he responded.

As they entered the Great Hall all thoughts of bickering new friends left Evelyn. The sheer size and magnificence took her breath away. She stood stock still gaping at the ceiling enchanted to look like the sky outside. It was dark with twinkling stars dotting its surface. As she stood entranced by the stars above a crowd formed behind her.

"Come on," Harry said grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the Gryffindor table.

Evelyn looked down the table and saw four empty seats beside Fred Weasley, two on each side of the table.

"Let's sit there," she said to Harry, pointing at the seats, "by Ron's brothers."

By strategically changing her pace, Evelyn managed to secure the empty seat beside Fred. She flashed him a dazzling smile that made Malfoy's blood boil from two tables away, as Harry took the seat beside her.

The first years all marched in once everyone was seated. Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on the stool and the entire assembly waited. The brim split after a moment and the Hat sang

"Here they come to Hogwarts

Alone, without a place.

A look of wide-eyed wonder

On every single face.

Have no fear, newcomers,

I'll find where you belong.

I'll sort you by the traits

That you've had all along.

Do you belong in Ravenclaw?

Have you a wizened brain?

Or are you best in Slytherin,

Where they always reach their aim?

A Gryffindor you might be

If you abound in chivalry.

Hufflepuffs are among you

If any are just, loyal, and true.

So put me on, don't be afraid.

I'll find your real friends.

My placements are always correct,

You'll see before school ends."

Everyone clapped and patiently waited until everyone from Ablefeld, Susan to White, Zachary were sorted. Then came the food.

It was shocking for Evelyn at first. All sorts of mouth-watering foods appeared out of nowhere onto the platters in front of her. After the initial shock, however, she dug in with an appetite voracious enough to compare to Ron's.

"It's nice to see a girl with a healthy love for eating," exclaimed Fred. "We've been trying to get this one more interested in eatables, ever since our wayward little brother befriended her," he added nodding towards Hermione.

"It seems she's a vegetarian," Evelyn stated.

Everyone looked at Hermione's plate. Apparently she had not been a vegetarian the last time they had seen her.

"When did this happen?" Harry asked.

"This summer. I decided it wasn't right to eat animals. They have as much right to live as we do," Hermione answered calmly.

"Couldn't bother to tell us, could you," Ron retorted.

"I did not think I was obligated to inform you of every single decision I make, Ron," Hermione replied icily. She was still bitter from their row on the train.

"I suppose you're going to start another organization, then. And maybe bring back spew," Ron spat back.

"It's not spew, it's S.P.E.W.," Hermione said raising her voice.

"Two fights in ten minutes. Really guys, you've got to learn to control yourselves," Evelyn interrupted.

At this they both just stopped talking and concentrated on their food. Conversation was not lacking, however. A lively repartee was carried on by Harry, Fred and Evelyn, as well as George and Ginny, more Weasleys Evelyn had just been introduced to. By dessert, Hermione and Ron were talking, though not to each other.

When the last of the trifles, tarts, cakes, pies and other desserts were eaten and the plates back to their spotless state Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, stood up to say a few words.

"I would like to welcome our first year students to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that they will enjoy it here and that the elder students will help them get settled in." His eyes rested on Fred and George for a moment before he continued, "I would also like to inform them that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds. The older students should try to set an example and remember as well." Once again his gaze settled on the twins. "I have another important announcement to make. To promote international ties and encourage foreign relations Hogwarts has received an exchange student from Canada. Miss Evelyn Malone, could you please come to the head table."

Evelyn stood up and with a smile that melted three quarters of the boys' hearts she walked undaunted to the head table. When she was standing next to him, Dumbledore continued, "Miss Malone is from St. Mary's School of Magic in Toronto, Canada. She has been sorted into Gryffindor," cheers irrupted from the Gryffindor table, "and will be staying for the remained of her school career. If everyone would please give her a warm welcome."

Dumbledore began to clap and the rest of the school followed suit. When the applause died away, Evelyn took the floor and addressed the student body.

"Thank you. Headmaster. And thank you all. I've only been at Hogwarts for a short time and already I feel extremely welcome. Staff and students have been so kind to me and I just want to express my immense gratitude. As I am new to this school and country, and am not fully aware of all the customs and traditions you have, I am bound to make quite a few mistakes. I'd just like to ask you all to bear with me. I'll catch on quickly. I know to many of you Hogwarts is more than a school; it's a home. I'm certain I'll have a wonderful time here and I'll be able to call it my home as well. Thank you."

The students applauded her again and cat-calls were heard from Fred and George's direction.

"Oh, Headmaster," Evelyn added, turning to Dumbledore, "Headmaster LeBlanc told me to give this letter to you and to insure that you have St. Mary's full support in the fight against Voldemort."

"Thank you, Miss Malone. Hogwarts is truly thankful."

She flashed a breathtaking smile and said, "And St. Mary's is only too glad to be of service." She swept the Headmaster the tiniest of curtsies and returned to her seat. The students were still dumbfounded from her use of Lord Voldemort's real name. Most were afraid of the name, some were shocked at her revealing such animosity towards the Dark Lord, but all were astounded by her pure nerve in using his real name and leaving off the Lord.

Dumbledore wrapped up his speech and the students of Hogwarts cast sideways looks at Evelyn throughout it. Once they left the Great Hall and were on their way to Gryffindor Tower, Harry asked the question on everybody's mind.

"Why didn't you call him You-Know-Who? Or at least use Lord?"

Evelyn's features hardened.

"I am not afraid of Voldemort," she replied. "And I'm not afraid to say his name. I'll tell you why when we're in the Common Room."

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