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Harry, Ron, Hermione and Dean Thomas, who they had found right after Cadance ran off to the castle, got into one carriage. Ginny, Fred, George, and Jen got into the one directly in front of theirs.
"Who was that girl you were with?" asked Dean.
"Jen Dumbledore," said Harry.
"Dumbledore?" said Dean.
"She's Dumbledore's great-niece," said Ron.
"I didn't know that he had any relatives," said Dean
"He has two," said Hermione. By that time the carriage stopped. They all got out. The three Weasleys and Jen were getting out, too.
Dean looked at Jen and then turned to Harry. "She doesn't look like Dumbledore at all."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "What?" asked Dean defensively.
"Everyone's entitled to be stupid," she began. "But you're abusing the privilege."
They all walked through the castle and took a seat at the Gryffindor table. Ron noticed that Harry was staring at Ginny. Ginny noticed that Fred was staring at Angelina Johnson, who noticed this as well. She also noticed that George was staring at Jen. She had just been introduced to Jen and she liked her. She was just like her sister. Jen noticed two things; one, that Hermione and Ron were now staring at each other, and, two; that her sister wasn't back yet.
Then the Sorting began. The Sorting Hat sang his song (A/N: I'm not even going to attempt it) and the Hall burst into applause.
"Ackman, Rachel!" called McGonagall.
"Hufflepuff!" the Hat called out seconds later.
"Crockman, Allen!"
"Slytherin!"
The Gryffindors clapped when "Smith, Agatha," "Smith, Gary," and "Smith, Zelda,", a set of triplets, were all sorted into Gryffindor. The Weasley Twins were the most thrilled. With the two of them, it was double the trouble. Just think of the mischief a set of triplets could cause.
The whole room waited patiently, clapping when someone was sorted into their house, until "Yard, Barry!" was sorted into Ravenclaw.
Dumbledore stood to make his speech. The Hall was respectfully silent. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I trust you all havehad a safe summer in light of Lord Voldemort's return." A couple of people flinched at the name, though most were used to Dumbledore saying it. "Now, as you know, we are in need of another Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Dumbledore will…" he was cut off by an astonished Hufflepuff.
"You're going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
"No. Professor Dumbledore is," said Dumbledore, not realizing that he made no sense except to a few people in the room.
"Wait a minute! Who are you if you're not Professor Dumbledore?" asked a Slytherin. "I'm confused."
"I'm Professor Dumbledore," he said. "My niece, Cadance Dumbledore, will be taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts position."
The Hall erupted into applause, though mostly from the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff tables, as the seventh years remembered Cadance. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, even though she was in a rival house, liked her because she would get revenge for anyone, as long as the person receiving the revenge was in Slytherin.
The Slytherins, however, all groaned. The second through sixth years have heard horror stories of her pranks from older students. The seventh years, had been victims of these pranks.
When the applause died down, Dumbledore began speaking again. "Now, if my niece isn't back by the end of the feast, I'll have to ask the Slytherins to wait here. There is a slight problem in the dungeons." Nobody seemed phased by this. So the feast began.
Five minutes before the end of the feast, Cadance showed up. When the feastwas over, everyone got up to go to their Common Rooms. Alicia Spinnet was Head Girl and a fellow Gryffindor. Hermione, Ron and Harry (much to Harry and Ron's distaste) were made prefects, but since the Head Girl was in their house, the only things they had to worry about were attending the prefect meetings and setting a good example.
Alicia led them all to the Gryffindor Common Room. "The new password is Phoenix tail," she said. The Portrait swung aside and everyone separated and went to bed.
The next morning Harry felt himself being shaken awake. "What?" he asked.
"Wake up or we'll be late for breakfast," Ron said. Harry got dressed and he and Ron went down to breakfast. Ginny, Jen, and Hermione were already there. Jen had her nose buried in a book.
"What are you doing?" asked a very disgusted Ron.
"A bit of light reading" Jen replied without looking up from her book.
"Oh no!" exclaimed Ron. "She's turning into Hermione!"
"No," said Hermione. "Look at what she's reading."
Harry grabbed Jen's book and looked at the cover. "She's right, Ron,' said Harry holding the book out of Jen's reach, as she was trying to get it back. "It's worse. She's turning into Fred and George."
Ron took the book. "A Thousand Pranks for Everyday Life!" he said reading off the cover.
"Can I have my book back?" asked Jen. "I'm going to find a way to play a prank on Fred and George."
"Better leave that to the professionals," said Cadance. She had just entered the Great Hall and was walking past the Gryffindor Table on her way to the Head Table.
In the middle of everyone's breakfast, McGonagall came around with their schedules. Ron looked at his. "Oh No!" he exclaimed. "We have Divination first! Followed by Double Potions!"
"What a way to start off the morning," said Harry. They grumbled until it was time to go to class. "Bye," said Hermione. "See you in Potions."
Harry and Ron walked off to listen to Professor Trelawny babble on and predict Harry's death.
Meanwhile, the 7th Years were in their fist class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Cadance began to talk. "Wow, this is kind of weird. I went to school with all of you," she said. "I can't believe that I'm actually teaching. Oh well. We have a lot of work to do today." She sat down in her chair. Immediately it began to shake. She stood up quickly. Then two of it's legs exploded. "George! Fred! Lee!" she said. "I'm disappointed. I taught you how to set up an exploding chair right. What happened?"
"I don't know," answered Fred. Lee and George nodded.
Cadance rolled her eyes. "Okay. According to the Minister of Magic, I'm supposed to teach you how to block a memory charm today. But, owing to the fact that I don't like the minister, I'm going to teach you a knew curse! Now, I'm sure you all know basic curses, but I'm going to teach you the more advanced curses." The class listened intently. Curses were one of their favorite things. The next second, there was a loud crash. .
On the floor were Fred and George Weasley and Lee Jordan. All four legs of their chairs had exploded and the whole class (including them) was laughing.
"That is how an exploding chair should work," said Cadance.
