It is an amazing thing to whitness people change over the course of a summer.

Not only how people change but also how their lives change.

Take Draco Malfoy, for example. Over the summer after his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry his mother had died, he became a Death Eater, he was appointed Headboy, he learned how to play the drums, guitar, and bass, he had also joined the Order of the Phoenix, became a traitor almost over night, and saved Harry Potter's life.

Unfortunatly, he had not been able to murder his abusive father. He was brooding moodily about the twists his life had taken as he watched platform 9 ¾ disappear through the red train's window. While he was nursing the bloody nose his father had but recently given him, something came tumbling into his compartment.

Damn it! He thought angrily, I swear I locked that door! The something turned out to be a short redheaded girl. She was wearing a black T-shirt with red writing on it, blue jeans, and Converse all-star sneakers. An array of bracelets ran up and down her arms, stopping just below the elbow. She was laughing uncontrollably about something.

"Holy…shit...Alec! You're…never…gonna guess what I just pulled over on Harry… Potter! You have got to see this! It's so funny!" The strange girl wheezed through her laughter.

Draco cleared his throat.

"This is definitely going down in the Book-" She looked at Draco and stopped.

"Hey, you're not Alec, and you're-you're bleeding!"

Draco wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to this.

"It's uh…nothing." He said, speaking seemed slightly alien, as he had spent his last weeks of summer giving the silent treatment to his father.

"My ass its nothing, sit down." The mystery girl had changed quite suddenly from the laughing heap of red and black into a brisk young lady who wouldn't take no for an answer.

Draco quickly sat down in his seat. The girl was kneeling in front of him now, as she took deep breaths with her eyes closed. He watched in a confused sort of way as shimmering green light gathered in her out- stretched hands.

Then she laid her hands on his face. Draco shivered involuntarily, no one touched him, ever, it just wasn't allowed. and he .

Draco felt the throbbing stop, he felt the bone click back place, and he felt the blood stop trickling into his hand. When he opened his eyes again he found he was staring into the biggest caramel colored eyes he had ever seen.

"Are you okay?" the girl asked.

This is the third personality Draco had seen the girl display in the small amount of time he had spent with her.

Draco felt his stomach turn over, and his heart beat faster, and his brain forget how to speak. His internal organs were acting very strangely today. Then, out of nowhere Draco remembered something he read in a book once…what was it again?

'A witch or wizard can perform spells with a magical wand, but a mage can use something called ambient magic, something they pull out of living organisms. A mage can use their powers to heal, or bring fire, water, light, and sheer power. Some mages can also predict the future and read minds. A small percentage can see magic. Few mages exist in today's world, for reasons unknown.'

"You're a mage." It wasn't a question. This was a big deal for Draco; he had never met a mage before.

"Er.yeah I am. How do you know?" Now the girl is shy? That would bring the personality count to four. For one reason or another, this definitely turned Draco on.

"Because I'm one too."

"Really?" She replied. She was getting up to go.

"Wait!" Draco called. Actually, Draco Malfoy doesn't call. He demands, so the "Wait!" came out a little harshly.

"What's your name? Are you new here?" Draco asked…he had to see this girl again, he had to.

She laughed and tossed her blood-red mane behind her. "You should know Malfoy. I believe a member of your family tried to off me in my first year."

The door clicked shut behind her.

No way.

No way in hell could that had been who he thought it was.

Draco formed a list in his mind, as he tried to convince himself that Virginia Weasley did not make him sweat and did NOT turn him on.

I am not attracted to Virginia Weasley, but in fact, some other girl for the following reasons:

One: Virginia Weasley was ugly, last time he checked. And terribly innocent.

Two: The mystery girl was wearing a Sex Pistols T-shirt and no Weasel could possibly have that good a taste in music.

Three: The Weasleys were stupid and none of them could possibly heal a broken nose without breaking a sweat (which this mystery red head had done.) Not without a wand, anyway. None of them were that powerful.

Four: Lucious Malfoy tries to off people all the time. It's what he does for fun.

Five She was too well dressed. The Weasleys wouldn't be able to afford nice clothes like that.

Now Draco made a list of reasons this red head was Virginia Weasley.

One: Virginia Weasley has blood red hair.

Two: My father did, in fact, try to kill her in her first year.

Three: She knows my name.

But these could be just coincidences, right? Who the girl was remained unclear, but Draco knew he needed to talk to her again.

x*x

Draco slid into the seat next to Blaise Zambini and across from Pansy Parkinson.

"Hey Draco!" The table chorused when he sat down.

"Congrats on scoring Headboy, Draco." Blaise said.

"Thanks." Draco replied distantly.

"Any idea who got Headgirl?" Pansy asked.

"Granger, doubtless." Said Crabbe from his other side.

Draco groaned. "Dumbledore should've given Headboy to Potter. I cannot possibly work with Granger for a whole year!" Draco said sulkily. Of course, if you didn't get it you know Lucious would've beat you senseless and left you out in the cold to die, said a nasty corner of his mind. Like he doesn't do it anyway, said another nasty corner.

Draco signed inwardly and lifted his head up to get a better view of the other house tables. There.a flash of red.and laughter.and.yelling?

"Oh my GOD!" Pansy shrieked, "Look at Potter's hair!"

Draco and Blaise stood up to get a better view. And there, over at the Griffyndor table (where everyone had their gaze fixed) stood a pink-haired, red-faced Harry Potter looming over Draco's red haired mystery (as he had come to think of her) yelling

"VIRGINIA ANNE WEASLEY IF YOU DON'T CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT NOW I'LL KILL YOU!"

But she didn't seem to hear him, as she was rolling around on the floor of the Great Hall, laughing uncontrollably.

It was at this point that several things dawned on Draco:

One: Harry Potter not only had pink hair, but also bunny ears and a fluffy pink tail.

Two: Virginia Weasley had changed a lot since he last saw her.

Three: Virginia Weasley looked amazing when she laughed.

Four: Virginia Weasley had a killer sense of humor.

Five: Virginia Weasley was no longer infatuated with Harry Potter.

Six: This was not the first prank Virginia Weasley had played.

Seven: This was the prank she had been talking about on the train.

Just then the first years waddled in with their heads either on their feet, or looking around the Great Hall in wide-eyed wonder.

Professor McGonagall looked at Virginia sternly and said in her loud, clear voice.

"If you please, Miss Weasley, get rid of Mr. Potter's oddities before we start the sorting."

"Aww! You're no fun! How'd you know it was me anyway?" Virginia said, equally loud and clear.

"Lets just say that your record is against you." McGonagall replied.

Virginia only smiled brightly.

"You'll want to stay away from that one." McGonagall whispered to the first years, only loud enough for the whole hall to hear.

The hall stated cracking up at the terrified looks on the group of ten and eleven-year- old's faces. After the sorting was finished Draco noticed no new students would sit near Virginia. All and all, this had been a very interesting first day back.

A/N As you can see, I've done some editing! Hurrah! Or Hazzah! If you're in POTC. Which I wish I was. Anyhoozles. Do I have to say it? Please don't make me! Oh fine…they're not mine. Blah. They belong to JK Rowling.