This chapter is just what happens when they get to Hogwarts. It's just the Sorting and the feast. But here, Krystal figures out what Bellamy's been acting so odd about. I also added some stuff in that was inspired by this guy I used to kinda like who danced with me at my 8th grade dance last night. But you don't care! On with the story! (P.S. Yes, Rach he does smell good…ignore that if you aren't Rach!)

Disclaimer: Well you can tell what's mine and what's J.K.'s. Use your judgment.

Chapter 3: No Way…

Here at last, thought Bellamy happily as the Hogwarts Express eased into Hogsmeade Station. A flood of black cloaks filed out of the train through the pouring rain. Krystal and Bellamy quickly hopped inside one of the horseless carriages as Gwendolyn and Leah trotted off with Hagrid towards the lake. Krystal looked out at the first years and turned back to Bellamy across from her in the carriage.

"You know, I don't think it's very safe to let them in boats what with all of the rain and lightning," Krystal said, looking worried. She had obviously taken a liking to the first years they had met on the train and didn't want to see them get hurt.

"Those boats have held up for centuries," came a familiar voice to the right of Bellamy. "I highly doubt anyone's in danger." Bellamy's eyes suddenly widened. Leaning out of the shadows in the seat next to her was none other than…

"P-professor Lupin," said Bellamy in a weak voice. She gulped and nodded in his direction.

"Hello Bellamy," said Lupin casually. He flashed a smile that made Bellamy just want to wrap her arms around him and...

Krystal cleared her throat and Bellamy snapped out of her trance. Krystal looked a bit confused. How did this strange man know her best friend?

"Um sir," Bellamy said to Lupin. "This here's Krystal Garrisey, my best friend." She nodded towards Krystal.

"I'm Remus Lupin," he told Krystal. "I'm going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Welcome to Hogwarts," shrugged Krystal, smiling.

"Thank you Miss Garrisey," Lupin said.

Wait, thought Bellamy. He called me by my first name rather than "Miss Stern"… She blinked and turned back to Lupin and Krystal. Her best friend had taken to staring out of the window at all of the rain and lightning. Lupin looked at Bellamy curiously, as he had noticed the look of confusion on her face mingled with the leftover shock from seeing him again. Bellamy hoped that in that one quick moment before, he didn't see the longing in her eyes. She quickly turned away from him, determined not to let him see her blushing.

The carriages were nearing the castle now and the rain fell harder than ever. Krystal mumbled something about how she would hate walking through the rain. Bellamy silently agreed with her. She definitely did not want to be soaked at the feast. Soon the carriages stopped right in front of the school. Lupin, who was closer to the door than either of them gently pushed it open. He stepped out into the rain and helped the girls out. Bellamy had held onto his arm as she stepped gingerly into the mud. She noticed a faint peculiar smell on Lupin's robes. Pleasant, but almost…sad seeming. Like wilted flowers. When she let go, the warmth of his hand seemed to linger on hers.

"C'mon Bellamy, let's get up to the castle," said Krystal after Bellamy thanked Lupin.

Bellamy and her best friend walked up to the large oak doors of the castle, squeezing through a large crowd of students. Bellamy looked over her shoulder and saw Lupin conversing with a few third year students that were still by the carriages. Krystal pulled Bellamy into the Entrance Hall and led her into the Great Hall. The girls sat down at the Ravenclaw table, surrounded by their classmates, each soaked. More kids streamed into the Hall, taking their seats at various house tables until the room was totally full. Bellamy glanced around her and then looked up at the staff table, seeing the familiar faces of her teachers in a long row. Her eyes fell once again on Professor Lupin. Now that she got a better look at him, she could see that his robes were faded and patched and he looked very tired. His hair, still wet from the rain, was swept back in a careless way that made him look really, really handsome. Suddenly, a sharp pain in Bellamy's side interrupted her thoughts. She turned and saw Krystal staring impatiently at her.

"For the fifth time," Krystal said slowly, annoyed, "your wand is on the floor." She pointed under the table at Bellamy's mahogany wand, lying just out of her reach. Bellamy leaned over and picked it up. It must've fallen out of her pocket.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you?" asked Krystal in a concerned voice. "You've been spacey ever since you came back to the compartment on the train. Did that dementor…What are you staring at anyway?" she added, noticing that Bellamy's gaze had strayed over to the staff table again. Krystal leaned in the direction Bellamy was looking.

"It's that Lupin guy, isn't it?"

"What?" said Bellamy, whipping her head around.

"You're staring at him."

"Don't be stupid," Bellamy said nervously.

"No, come to think of it, you acted really weird around him on the way up here." Krystal's eyes grew wide with shock. "You don't fancy him?"

Bellamy tried to say "No!" but her nerve failed her and she just turned red. She looked down at her empty golden plate. Was it that obvious?

"There is no way…" Krystal trailed off as Bellamy nodded, looking highly embarrassed. "Bell, he's about 15, no 20 years older than you!"

"I can't help it," said Bellamy quietly.

"He's a teacher!"

"I can't help it, okay?" repeated Bellamy looking at her friend sternly.

Krystal stared at her friend with a mixed expression of skepticism and slight anger. She turned and looked up at Professor Lupin. He really wasn't very bad looking, but Krystal couldn't ever imagine her friend liking a teacher in that way. In fact Krystal never knew Bellamy to like anyone that way. Well, except for… Krystal didn't really want to remember that. During all of her time at Hogwarts, Krystal had gone through her fair share of schoolgirl crushes, but Bellamy seemed to avoid that kind of thing.

"But Bell…"

Before Krystal had the chance to finish her sentence, Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, brought out a three legged stool and a battered old hat; the Sorting Hat. A line of first years followed her and stood in front of the staff table, each looking nervous. Bellamy could see Leah and Gwendolyn shivering at the end of the line. It was time for the Sorting. After the Sorting Hat's introductory song, Professor McGonagall started calling out the names of the new children in alphabetical order. Bellamy and Krystal amused themselves by playing a little game where they tried to guess which house a student was going to be placed in before the Sorting Hat had spoken. A blonde girl named Francesca Ambleton was the first to be called.

"Slytherin," whispered Krystal, and sure enough that's where the Sorting Hat placed her.

The next student was a tall, confident looking boy by the name of Greg Atkin. He gave the Hat a questioning look before he pulled it on.

"Gryffindor," said Bellamy, but the Sorting Hat yelled "HUFFLEPUFF!"

They continued the game until one of their new friends was called for the Sorting. It was Leah Dawson. She lifted the Sorting Hat and placed it on her head.

"Ravenclaw," both Krystal and Bellamy said, though it was more of a wish than a guess.

"RAVENCLAW!"

The whole table cheered as the fourth new Ravenclaw of the year joined them. Bellamy moved a little bit to the right to make room for her to sit between Krystal and herself. Leah looked relieved and happy as she sat down.

"Congratulations!" said Bellamy, beaming at Leah. They all fell silent as the next name was called ("Dulin, Stanley!").

Bellamy and Krystal continued their game and Leah even joined in. She had just finished correctly guessing Mary Lowland's fate when Gwendolyn Marsh was called. She looked extremely nervous as she sat down and put on the Hat. It contemplated silently for a moment, Gwendolyn looking steadily more nervous as each second passed. Finally the rip at the brim of the Hat opened wide and announced:

"RAVENCLAW!"

Leah, Krystal, and Bellamy clapped and whistled as Gwendolyn strode to the table and sat down by them.

"Excellent!" Leah exclaimed. "Great job!"

The girls finished the game with Gwendolyn, who wasn't having very much luck with it. When the last student ("Walters, Keith!") had been Sorted into Gryffindor, Professor Dumbledore stood up and smiled at the students. Everyone immediately fell silent…

OHHH CLIFFHANGER! Well, I shall continue the story soon. Again, VERY sorry for the delays!!!!