A/N: Sorry for taking so long! I had writer's block, and schoolwork was bogging me down! But, the Japanese language is the best thing since sliced bread and homemade chicken pot pie to me, so, no problem!

Disclaimers: Harry Potter and Posse is owned by JK Rowling, Miracles that start with a kiss is from Steel Angel Kurumi, and Masochism Tango is by mathematician/artist Tom Lehrer.

Chapter Three

One Hell of a Headache (Can you do the Can-Can?)

Professor Snape took a look at the exchange student sitting in front of Dumbledore's desk. It was a young girl with dark gold hair and large purplish-blue eyes. She looked even smaller in the drenched robes she had arrived in and her hair clinged against her face.

"So… you are Ms. Mooney, I presume?" The Potions Master said in a soft calm voice.

"Yes, Professor Snape." The girl answered calmly.

"What year are you, second, third?" He asked with the same calm.

The girl's eyes narrowed. "To tell the truth, I'm entering my sixth year." She looked dead into Snape's eyes with a confidence that made Snape add four years to her age, making her look like what she said. "I would have expec-" She suddenly shut her mouth. "Never mind, sir."

Snape's eyebrow arched, but he remained silent on the girl's uncanny knowledge. He stood up and said, "You have been sorted?"

"Yes. I'm in Ravenclaw." She answered. "I would like to get to my dorm. I'm freezing my bloody ass off in these robes."

"I advise you watch your tongue while you attend classes and are in the presence of a teacher, understand? Your Head of House is the Charms Professor, Professor Flitwick. What is your career path?" Snape asked in an icy voice. He hid a slight smile at the thought of this girl training and driving the teachers relentlessly insane.

"I'm under the training for what you would call an Auror." She said, chin raised. "Do I go to the opening feast, or to Ravenclaw?"

"Due to your… unusual powers and training, you will not live in Ravenclaw House. Most of your classes are at your age level, and you will be with Ravenclaw in those classes. However, for the two classes that you have at the seventh year level… You will be with Gyffindor and Slytherin for Potions and the students of Hufflepuff will share your Defense Against the Dark Arts." Snape said as he took a look at Ms. Mooney's information. "You also have personal tutoring in your Combat & Elements class by Professor Kimera on Mondays, Lupin on Wednesdays, and myself on Fridays. Kimera will show you to the tower."

Like clockwork, the brunette professor came into the office. "So, you're Corona?"

The girl nodded. "Yes. You're Professor Kimera." She was making a statement. "Can we go? I'm freezing and I would like some warm clothes."

Kimera smiled. "Come on, Corona Mooney. You make a good point, so let's go!"

*

'That Kimera is quite nice, Nyxie.' The bold voice said. 'She's teaching what part of your C&E lessons?'

'Harmony Kimera is teaching Muggle Combat.' The soft voice answered with a hint of annoyance. 'Honestly, you can be so unobservant.'

'No, I'm not. I just have selective hearing.' Retorted the bold. 'Like the way you remember all of the hentai that Nyxie has stumbled onto…'

'Bite me, you mother-fucking bastard!' The soft voice hissed.

'Bring it on, moonboy!' The bold voice nearly shouted.

"Stop it you two!" Nyx clutched her temples as she fell to her knees and hissed at the voices.

"Hm?" Professor Kimera looked at Corona. "What's wrong?"

Nyx couldn't hear. The two voices were shouting and insulting at such a fast pace that she couldn't get a word in edgewise, not even a single sound of pain that would have them both fretting over her. Suddenly-

'Stop it, you two.' It was the small yet clear voice of a child. 'Your fighting may be affecting you, but think about Nyx, and your main selves! There's so much magic, that you are amplified and your selves are nearby. What if your wounds transfer to them or, worse, to Nyx?'

Both voices instantly stopped. A soft touch on her forehead…

"Corona, are you okay? You look peaked." Kimera said gently.

"Y-yeah. There's so much magic that it gave me a headache." Nyx adlibbed in a low voice. She struggled to her feet. She felt three sets of hands help her up.

"Good, you're better. Come along." Kimera said. She gestured along.

'We're really sorry about fighting. We don't know what came over us.' Both voices said, the bold voice holding her right hand and arm, while the soft voice held the other arm.

'True.' A soft kiss caused Nyx suck in a breath.

'Now look who's being bold!' The bold voice laughed. 'You have been around me too long!'

The soft voice snorted as Nyx and Kimera reached the portrait of a woman conducting an orchestra.

"Good evening, Rhapsody." Kimera said respectfully. "I have the third student."

"Ah, Miss Corona Mooney?" The painting asked, looking at Corona with blue eyes. At Nyx's nod, she smiled. "Do you like music? The password is easy if you listen to Muggle classical. It's Mozart."

Nyx grinned. "The composer, or a piece of his music?"

Rhapsody nodded. "Great. It's the composer, Corona. You better teach the two boys you're sharing about the works of the Enlightenment, or else you'll be having to bring them in all year."

*

Harry was relieved that no one stared at him that much this year. He bit into some chicken with a sigh of pleasure. Hogwarts' food was some of the best. He often took a glance at Draco with a slight grin. As dinner continued, the other seventh years said sorry for their actions. Harry had forgiven them easily. He teased them with horrid jokes about all of the stunts they had done.

After dessert, Harry didn't notice the forty house elves in ruffled tea-towels led by Peeves until Hermonie, Head Girl of course, jabbed him in the side.

Peeves looked at the staff patiently, waiting for all of them to look. After he got all of their attentions, he looked at Dobby, who was now in a suit that matched. He nodded to the elves, who all bowed and started to do a full-on chorus, singing the 'Hogwarts Song' to different tunes and performing the Can-Can. Peeves made the words appear in mid-air and sang along. The ghosts all joined in after a moment of stunned amazement.

After the… interesting entertainment, Dumbledore broke the silence and said, "Ah, that was an interesting beginning to the year, don't you say?"

Professor Snape and Kimera came in, obviously muffling laughter. Snape sat at one end of the table while Kimera collapsed down on the stairs, shaking her head with laughter.

"I take that as a 'yes.' Severus, what house was the new student placed in?" Dumbledore asked the Potions Master.

"Ravenclaw." Kimera said with a gasp of air in between giggles.

"Ah. Students, a new student has been transferred here to Hogwarts. She is a sixth year sorted into Ravenclaw, and due to her background, she will be sharing the East Tower with Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. She is not at the feast because I believed it would be best if she were introduced to our school gradually." Dumbledore said briskly. "Now, off to your dorms!"

Draco and Harry had both agreed to go to their old dorms first and bug their friends. Then, right before curfew, they would dash to the East Tower.

*

Draco slipped out early because the Slytherins were giving him a headache. Pansy, especially. She was now number one on Draco's 'To Badly Maim' list due to high obnoxious voice. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he reached the corridor to the East Tower. He hadn't drunk at all, due to his training. A Black Phoenix had to be alert at all times.

Suddenly, a girl sang out:

"Pawafuru mirakuru ima kuru

Hajikeru majikaru wandafuru

Ririkaru komikaru koi suru torokeru

Mi-ra-ku-ru-mi

Kiss kara hajimaru miracle datte aru yo ne

Ame demo hare demo anata ga iru kara

Itsumo zunzun ikeru yo

Tsubasa no haeteru tenshi ni natte tondara

Ginga no kanata no kirameku chaperu de

Wedding bell narasu no

Shinpai shinai ki ni shinai naku no wa ureshii toki dayo

Mamotte ageru watashi no mune de kyuinn tte dakishimete ageru

Pawafuru mirakuru ima kuru

Hajikeru majikaru wandafuru

Ririkaru komikaru koi suru torokeru

Mi-ra-ku-ru-mi

Mi-ra-ku-ru-mi!"

Draco stopped in his tracks. 'Steel Angel Kurumi!? Why would a witch know about that anime?' He heard Rhapsody's voice.

"Wow! You are an excellent singer, girl. What is that from?"

Draco smirked as he turned the corner to see the painting of Rhapsody.

"An anime called Steel Angel Kurumi." The girl answered with a laugh. The kid was sitting to one side of the painting in a white tank top with blue dragons and matching blue satin pants. She was sitting cross-legged, and she looked remarkably young. She cocked her head, causing the damp mop of curls that had to be her hair to bounce. Her scent reminded him of toffee and musty old books.

"Hullo! Who are you?" The girl asked. Her voice was high and somewhat squeaky.

"That's Draco Malfoy, a half-veela and one of your towermates." Rhapsody said briskly. "Draco," she gestured to the munchkin at her feet, "This is Corona Mooney, from San Diego."

The girl nodded thoughtfully. "I'm a sorcerer."

'Oh shhhhhhiit…' Draco thought. "Um, the kind that accidentally releases magic?"

The girl named Corona shrugged and took out a flute. She played a quick melody and looked at Draco again.

"Peep."

Draco looked down to see a silver baby bird at his feet, nuzzling his boot with happy sounds. Draco looked at Corona, who was grinning ear-to-ear.

"I can control the random factor if I use an musical instrument." Her purplish-blue eyes glowed like jewels that reminded Draco of Evangelion. Those eyes were the only similarity in between this young sorceress and the leader of the Black Phoenix veela.

Corona stood up and played another melody, causing the silver bird to turn into mist that wrapped itself around her dancing form. The golden mist shifted into an elegant black gown with stars swirling and sparkling in time with the music. The mist about her head became a golden circlet and she continued to play, catching both light and Draco's interest.

When the girl stopped, she looked at Draco, and for that second, time stopped.

Draco was startled. For the second that his Phoenix eyes met her flashing night eyes, he saw three others. Two men holding a small girl. One man was made of moonlight while the other was of shadow. The small girl was-

Rhapsody broke that powerful moment.

"That was Mozart's Requiem! He wrote it for the first Requiem, have you heard of them?" She said in a bubbly tone.

Draco was an inch from ripping apart Rhapsody when he heard the word 'Requiem.'

Corona answered. "Yes, I have. You should hear Nyx Requiem, she's really good."

Draco smiled. "I have heard of her. ~As I look beyond the moon, I cry these tears…~"

Corona's eyes widened. "'Veelian Tears.' I have heard that one. I remember that one. She was, what, seven, eight, at the time she sang that?"

"Six."

"Oh." Corona shrugged, her gown turning back to her pajamas. "My favorite is 'I will change the world.'" Corona hummed a few bars with a grin on her face.

"Have you heard 'Darkness and Light?'" Draco asked. Corona was turning out to be an okay kid.

"'Red is for the blood shed.' I heard she wrote it during class. I wonder what would have happened if she had been caught writing it." Corona's eyes were bright and happy. She turned to Rhapsody. "Rhapsody, did you know any of the Requiems?"

The painting nodded. "Well, yes. Cavy Requiem taught me in both in the flute and the finer details of cavy breeding."

"Cavy?" Draco was confused.

Corona sang out a bouncing sort of tune with her hands in a position to hold an animal. A ball of curly white fur appeared in her arms.

"Reep!" The guinea pig was fidgeting until Corona began to stroke it behind the ears. "Cavy is the proper name for the guinea pig. I like all rodents. Rats and cavies are the best, though. Now," She adjusted the animal, "what will be your name?"

"Requiem?" Rhapsody suggested.

"Bounce?" Draco said. "That melody you used was one you would bounce about to."

The newly named 'Bounce' made a churring sound.

"I think he likes it." Rhapsody said with a smile.

"Who likes what?"

Draco looked at the young man who had turned the corner. It was Harry, gasping for air.

*

Harry had to run to the East Tower to get there before curfew. He was grateful for the secret passages, but even then, he had to run. Now, he was faced with Draco and the new kid. She looked rather little for even a fourth year, but Dumbledore had said she was a sixth year.

"Um, hi. I'm Harry. Hey, who are you?"

"I'm Corona Mooney. I'm a sorcerer." She stopped for a second, and added, "I can control it, alright?" The girl had a good eye to catch the brief look of horror that slipped out of Harry's face. Harry noticed a small ball of fur in her arms.

Harry gave a slight relieved smile. "Is that a guinea pig?"

"Cavy, Harry. The correct name is cavy." Rhapsody said coolly. "That's Corona," she pointed at the girl, "and that cavy is 'Bounce.' He seems to like the name."

Draco (mmmmm) looked at the girl. "Corona, do you know what the password is?"

Corona nodded. "It's 'Mozart.' As in the composer."

Harry thought for a second. "I have heard a little of his music. I read once that if you played all of his Muggle music, it would take about two hundred and ten hours."

Corona lit up like a star. "You're a Muggleborn?"

"No, half-and-half. My mom, Lily, was a Muggleborn. Rhapsody, this password is better than the last one." Harry answered. He studied the kid closely. She was obviously an advanced student for her age and rather hyper. She had a mop of amber curls that reminded him strongly of both Professor Snape and Hermonie, for some strange reason.

"What was the password?" Corona asked.

"'Passwerd.'" Draco said with a smirk. "It was one of the dumbest I have heard. It was only second to-" Draco smiled slightly and spoke in Veelian. Harry smiled to himself.

"Munchkin?!" Corona exclaimed. "What painting would use the Veelian word for that game?!"

Harry looked at Corona with shock. "Why would you know Veelian?"

Corona looked embarrassed. "Um…"

Draco's lips smirked again. "Please do tell."

Corona gulped. "I can't speak it… I can only understand it, how do you think I know the translation for 'Veelian Tears?' By the way, to warn you, I'm a musician."

Harry masked his confusion. He had been taught by Magus not to show his emotions to strangers. "What's the problem with that?"

Corona's eyes sparkled with a mischief that equaled the Weasley twins. "I have a habit of playing the 1812 Overture early in the morning."

Draco shrugged. "I still see no problem."

Harry gulped. "Isn't that the Muggle piece that uses cannons?"

Corona nodded. "Why do you think I like it? Do this." Corona pushed up her bangs.

Harry complied and realized too late that she was trying to see if-

"Wow! You are really Harry Potter!" Corona's eyes widened with amazement. "Man, my parents would freak if I tell them I'm dorming with you."

Harry narrowed his bottle green eyes slightly. "If you tell them." Maybe Corona would take to intimidation…

"True. I'm only owling my grandma and if I do tell her, she would just send a Christmas present." Corona shrugged with a sheepish grin.

Rhapsody spoke. "It's curfew time. Get in before the teachers find you!"

Harry's pale face opened in a full grin. "Mozart!"

*

Nyx was grinning to herself as she followed the two boys (they seem so familiar!) into their common room.

"Wow. What's this?" Harry said. He was standing behind a small arch with an iridescent web and a footstool.

Nyx looked at what he was talking about. "It's an Arch-Song. It's an artifact that is very rare and sought-out by any musician." Nyx smiled to herself. "My mother's family has one."

"It looks different." Draco said. "Hey, what's this?" He lifted an instrument that was attached to the arch that had a piece of paper on it. He read it. "'Yo, Pixie Butt, we figured you would be bored at Hogwarts. For the sake of your dorm mates, Grandma sent the Cyber Weave. Blocks and Pork, Gabe and Wrath.' Who are they and what's a Cyber Weave?"

Nyx rolled her eyes. "My older brothers. Pixie Butt is a nickname they use whenever they owl me. The Cyber Weave is Mom's Arch-Song enhanced by Muggle technology. It can mimic any sound using the shuttle that you are holding, Draco. That's why I'm able to use the cannon." She walked over and sat on the stool. "With sorcerers, Arch-Songs are even more valuable. Watch."

With that, Nyx took the shuttle, and began. It was slow and delicate in the beginning, but as she continued, the techno beat began to strengthen and so did the image in front of Nyx. It was a boy and a girl dancing together. The girl stopped suddenly as one of Nyx's hands froze and then the girl blew a kiss. She took a violin and the music changed as she played. Her clothes became more suited for performing at a concert. The other half of the beat changed as the boy's jeans and muscle shirt became elegant blue dress robes and he started to sing.

"I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,

But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.

You can raise welts

Like nobody else,

As we dance to the Masochism Tango." The young man sang out with a Slytherin grin on his handsome face.

Nyx grinned as she heard the exclamations of horror and shock from her voices and the looks of amazement and confusion from Harry and Draco.

"What the bloody hell…" Draco whispered under his breath in horror.

"Tom Lehrer's Masochism Tango." Harry said at the same tone.

"Let our love be a flame, not an ember,

Say it's me that you want to dismember.

Blacken my eye,

Set fire to my tie,

As we dance to the Masochism Tango." The boy continued as the girl released the violin, allowing it to play by itself. She smiled evilly and her robes became scanty black leather, revealing a figure that would put a goddess to shame and a pair of somewhat stylish black metal cleats. A cat o' nine tails appeared in her hands.

"Oh god." Draco murmured, covering his gray eyes.

'Nyx! This is just plain wrong!' The soft voice protested. His voice was nearly drowned out by the bold voice's laughter.

"At your command before you here I stand,

My heart is in my hand. Ecch!

It's here that I must be.

My heart entreats-"

"Miss Mooney, what on Earth are you doing?!"

Nyx immediately stopped, causing the two kids to dissolve, and looked at the speaker.

'That's the Head of Ravenclaw, Nyxie.'

'Okay then…' Nyx took a breath. "I'm playing a Muggle song by an artist named Tom Lehrer. He's quite good, would you like to listen to a song?" She said sweetly.

"I advise not." A grave woman's voice spoke. "Mr. Lehrer may be an excellent singer, but his songs are rather subversive and most can be obscene." The woman appeared. The first thing Nyx thought was something about this black-haired lady looking as strict as her Japanese teacher, Momo-sensei a.k.a. Ms. Peach.

'She is as strict, Nyx. That's the Head of Gyffindor, McGonagall.' The soft voice said.

Suddenly, Professor Snape appeared. He still looked like a grim evil asshole, which meant that she would become well known to him due to either detention or a common interest. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

McGonagall answered. "I was warning Flitwick about a Muggle musician named Tom Lehrer, Severus. However, back to the topic," she turned to Nyx. "Miss Mooney, are you aware of Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy's races?"

'Snape is the Head of Slytherin.' The bold voice said with a little disdain.

"Uhh…" Nyx shook her head.

Snape answered with a sneer. "Potter is a vampire."

Harry sighed. "Professor Snape, I'm a v-a-m-p-y-re, not a v-a-m-p-i-r-e. And Magus is not a normal vampire. I'll explain later." He pushed back his white bangs out of his green eyes with a slight grin.

McGonagall sighed. "Mr. Malfoy is a veela."

"Oh fuck…" Nyx thought to herself.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked.

"Opps." 'Shit, shit, shit!' "Sometimes I say what's on my mind. Wait-" Nyx thought for a second. "If Draco is a veela, then why is he at Hogwarts?"

"Allow me to explain, Miss Mooney." The small Professor Flitwick said cheerfully. "Draco is only part veela, but he is a subcategory of the species known as the Black Phoenix veela."

Draco added on. "Black Phoenixes are rare, but very powerful. We are all male and defend the veela homeland. It doesn't matter how diluted the veela blood is, if the gene comes up in a part-veela, they will be a Black Phoenix. It's the only way a female has entered the ranks, and that's so rare that the last female was two thousand years ago." He shrugged.

Nyx nodded. "I already told them about my sorcery, Professors. I don't know about you guys, but I'm sleepy. Good night." With that, Nyx left the room, into her own dorm.