Yeah I know I haven't been updating but I've been busy. Here ya go and the next chapter will explain to some of you about Desiree. R/R

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"Desiree? Dez, you OK?" Harry asked her as she sat in a chair staring at the vacant chair across from her. "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." she muttered coming to her senses. "Are you sure?" "Yeah. Oh, God. You're bleeding! Sit here and I'll fix it."

Jumping out of her chair she ran to her bag to pull out the small first aid kit out of it to dress Harry's wounds. Slightly unnerved by her sudden mood swing Harry did as he was told and sat down in the seat. While Desiree looked for the kit Harry noticed that they were the only two in the compartment.

"All right. Get ready for it because this might sting a little." She then placed a cotton ball that was damp with some WD-40 onto the cut above his left eye. "Aaahh! Bloody hell that hurts." "It doesn't hurt that bad so stop being a baby!" "I'm not being a baby it bloody hurts!" Harry hollered back at her. "Fine. We'll do this the hard way!"

She then proceeded to straddle Harry's waist so he couldn't move when she placed the medicine on him. "This one's gonna need stitches." She said getting a hospital needle and some thread out of her kit.

While she was stitching Harry up he asked "Why are you doing this?" "What do you mean?" "I mean why are you doing this if your just going to get cold to me again." "I don't mean to do it Harry. I'm just not used to people giving a rat's ass about me and I'm especially not used to people treating me like an equal or a princess like some people do." she answered looking at Harry's forest green eyes.

"It would be a lot easier to treat you like a princess if you would let me every once in awhile." "Are you asking me out Harry Potter?" "Why yes I believe I am. And what will you say to it?"

Desiree continued to stare into his eyes for a few seconds before giving Harry her answer. "I will on two conditions." "And what are they?" "That you give me time and patience." "Time and patience for what?" "On me controlling my anger and emotions. I want to get help and I'm tired of being moody ya know. I'm tired of having fun just to have my inner self bring me down and make me feel bad about cutting loose for awhile. So what I need from you right now are those two things. Can you give them to me?" "Yes. And so much more." Harry told her with sincerity from the bottom of his heart. He then pulled her chin down so he could give her the kiss that would seal his promise.

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"Alrigh' first years this way! You alrigh' you three?" Hagrid called out to them over the heads of some frightened first years. "Yeah Hagrid." Ron answered "Desiree, you'll need ta come wit me."

She nodded to show that she heard him then Desiree turned towards Harry and said. "Now remind me what his name is and where he's taking me. I was kinda out of it when he came and got me at the camp."

"His name's Hagrid and he's going to take you across the lake to get to the castle. Don't worry, you'll be fine." "Gotcha." she replied as Harry gave her a quick peck on the lips for reassurance. She then went to get into the boats with Hagrid.

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"God I hope they hurry up with the sorting because I'm starving!" moaned Ron as they sat at their house tables waiting on the first years. "You say that every year." Hermione reminded him, igniting a slight argument between the two.

Harry was anxiously watching the doors because he wanted to see Desiree. "Looking for someone Harry?" asked Neville. Over the summer Neville had changed dramatically. He no longer seemed afraid of everything and looked like he had hit the gym because his figure seemed leaner and toner. Harry glared at him and said in a mysterious voice "Maybe."

"What happened between you and Desiree while we were gone after the fight?" asked Hermione "I mean, you two were at each others throats before it and after it you were all cuddled up in the corner like you were going out. So what's the deal?"

"Well Herms, Dez and I came to an agreement." "What was it?" asked Ron. "That we should go together and I should help her keep her temper in check.."

"Good luck mate." said Dean "Look at what she did to Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe." Harry turned around and noticed that all three of them were sporting swollen lips and black eyes but Malfoy also had dried blood on his nose and several knots on his face.

Laughing to himself Harry's eyes were averted from the amusing sight to the doors which burst open. Scanning the crowd for Desiree, Harry stood up slightly so he could see better but didn't find her. Getting worried, his eyes traveled up to the staff table to find a shaggy black dog sitting at the end of the table.

Nudging Ron and Hermione nonchalantly Harry nodded towards the beast. The dog made eye contact with Harry and winked. During all this, the sorting was going on and it was almost done. After a few minutes of seeing scared first years become members of their chosen houses Harry finally saw her.

She was standing behind the draperies to the right of the staff table. Slightly confused Harry was fixing to point this out to Ron and Hermione when Professor Dumbledore stood up. "I would like to introduce to you a student that should of been with us six years ago, but due to unfortunate circumstances she was not able to. Nevertheless, she is here now and I would like to place it upon prefects and those in her house to show her around and to help her if she has a problem. Without any further adue, Miss. Desiree Black."

Desiree strolled fearlessly and confidentaly across the platform to where Professor McGonagall was waiting with the sorting hat. Desiree situated herself on the small stool and the hat was placed on her head.

"My, my what do we have here? Strength, talent, brains (even though you don't like to use them), and what? Can it be? Is the prophecy finally being finished, or is it just beginning? Hmmm. Tough. You have two powerful pieces of magic in you and they both belong in a different house. Difficult. Difficult. Aha! There it is! GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted to the crowd.

Letting out the breath of air he had been holding, Harry stood up to congratulate her on becoming a Gryffindor with a hug and kiss. After letting some of the excitement wear off and digging in to the wonderful food Desiree took in the scene.

She looked at Harry who was in deep conversation with several other guys about Quidditch, Hermione fulfilling her Head Girl duties by telling off some third years for throwing food, her eyes traveled up to the staff table to land on Dumbledore who smiled and winked merrily at her.

Desiree returned the gesture and then let her eyes wonder again to land on a shaggy black dog, or at least that was what it looked like. `That can't be a dog' she thought. She didn't know why but she got the feeling that that "dog" wasn't what it seemed. It also seemed like the dog was smiling at her, but that was impossible right?

The sound of a knife being tapped on the side of a goblet interrupted her train of thoughts. Professor Dumbledore stood up and announced. "I would like to take this time to announce the presence of our new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor Professor Lewis." A young man with a toned body stood up and nodded his head in appreciation of the scattered applause.

"Now, I do believe it is time for us to rest so you could be ready to face the challenges of your classes tomorrow. But before you leave, will Harry Potter and Desiree Black please stay behind for a few moments. That is all, good night."

Glancing quizzically at each other Harry and Desiree made their way to the head table to have Proff. Dumbledore say "Follow me." Following the elderly man down a maze of twisted hall ways and trick stairs Desiree stared in awe at the scene before her.

Paintings waved at her merrily as staircases moved at least expected moments. Feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up, Desiree turned around to find the large dog from the Great Hall.

"What kind of dog is this?" she asked Dumbledore. "I'm not quite sure Miss. Black." he answered in an amused voice. "Really, I think it looks like a mutt to me." Glancing down at the dog Harry saw it's lips curl up in a distinctable smile and what looked like triumph in his eyes.

They reached the corridor where Harry remembered Dumbledore's office to be located and Dumbledore muttered the phrase "Mars Bars." to a stone statue that began to move and reveal a spiral staircase.

If Desiree wasn't so used to the crazy occurrences that have happened to her in the past couple of days, she probably would of pulled her gun and started cursing and demanding explanations at the fact that at a single phrase a stone figure moved to reveal a staircase that was going up.

Stepping tentatively onto it with everybody else they twisted their way up into a beautifully decorated office. Whirling sliver things made soft hums at every turn in the office and paintings snoozed peacefully in their frames.

"I think" started Dumbledore "that someone in out midst needs to reveal themselves." Looking at him like he had lost it, Desiree looked at the black dog that had now transformed into....

(Ooohh,[sarcastically] wonder who it is! Thank God they are finally at the freakin school! Next chapter will explain a lot about Desiree. Tell me what ya'll think!)