Disclaimer: I don't own the HP characters, but I do think I own Sara, and the plot. I hope you liked me last chapter and continue to read this and my other stories. Well here's the next chapter!

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Sara and Professor McGonagall made their way up to the hospital wing with Neville in between them. They struggled up the beautiful wood staircase, moving slowly step by step, constantly wiping the sweat off of their foreheads; only for it to be replaced with more.

" Professor McGonagall! Would you like some help?" a young boy with a mop of brown hair and a camera came bounding up to them, " Why are you carrying Neville?" he asked concerned.

" Mr. Longbottom had an accident with gravity," Professor McGonagall snapped, sweating profusely, " and it is always a pleasure to see you Mr. Creevey, but we need to get Mr. Longbottom up to the Hospital Wing."

" Well why don't I help you?", Colin asked cheerfully again, but without waiting for an answer, he pointed his wand at the pale Neville and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!" and Neville was lifted out of the ladies arms and flew quickly through the air.

" MR. CREEVEY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HE'S GOING TO,," Professor didn't get to finish her sentence because Neville was soaring towards her head at top speed.

" Duck Professor!!" Sara yelled as she pushed Professor McGonagall down. Neville soared over their heads, just missing them by inches.

" HELP PROFESSOR! SARA! SOMEONE!" Neville yelled as he flew over them. He continued to fly until he ricocheted off a wall and fell on top of a group of first years. Colin stood on the stair case, mouth open in shock.

" Professor,, I,, I didn't mean to! I would never,, I didn't mean to,, I just haven't practiced in a while. I haven't the need to." Colin stopped talking and looked away, ashamed.

" It's OK, I know how you feel," Sara said standing up and looking at Colin, " it took me awhile to master that spell too. I mean, I only study here during the summer." Sara said as she smiled slightly at him.

" During the summer?" Colin asked confused, but he was cut off by a furious Professor McGonagall.

" No it is NOT OK Ms. Wyss!! We were carrying Mr.Longbottom to the infirmary for a REASON! SO HE WOULDN'T GET HURT AGAIN!!!" She screeched angrily while standing over a terrified Colin Creevey. Colin stood still on the staircase, his head hung in shame.

" I, I'm sorry Professor. It will never happen again." he muttered.

" I'm glad!" Professor McGonagall snapped, her nostrils flaring. She stormed down the stairs( at a speed no woman her age should go) to the heap of first years, and Neville, who was still on top of them, his arm twisted in a weird way.

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An hour later Neville stumbled into the Great Hall with a limp and a sling on his arm. He spotted Harry and Ron sitting at the mahogany, Gryffindor table, near front of the hall. He limped over to them and sat down next to Ron.

" Hey Neville, what happened to your arm?" Ron asked, looking up from his ham sandwich.

" Oh, well Malfoy,," Neville started, but Ron interrupted him furiously.

" Malfoy? He did this? Oh! I'll kill him! This is the third time this month! Harry, we have to do something about this! Harry? Are you listening?" Ron asked, his fist clenched in fury.

" Hmm?" Harry asked groggily, looking up from his book. He had been studying for his Potions mid-term for the last two hours. He usually didn't worry about tests, but he needed to do well in potions if he wanted to become an Auror.

" Neville's been beaten up by Malfoy. AGAIN! Harry we need to do something. I mean this is wrong, letting Neville being beaten up on all of the time." Ron bellowed. Neville winced at the mentioning of his being beaten up upon.

" Really Ron, I'll be OK. " Neville said quietly, rubbing his arm.

" What in the bloody hell are you talking about? Malfoy won't stop at anything! He's a spoiled prick!" Ron exclaimed, standing up and banging his hands on the table.

" No, really Ron. Malfoy's been put in his place." Neville started to say, but Ron interrupted again, " By who? No one can stop him, he's like,, like that bunny in America,, oh what is it's name?"

" The Energizer Bunny." said Dean Thomas, sitting down next to Neville, "Sean told me about him. Says he never stops." Dean stopped and looked at Neville's arm, " Why, what happened to your arm mate?" Neville was about to respond, but Ron beat him to the explanation, " That scum Malfoy beat up on Neville again!" Ron said beating his fist on the table, almost spilling a goblet of Pumpkin juice.

" Ron, will you stop banging on the table? You're getting juice on my book." Harry said aloud, not even adjusting his gaze from the book to his red haired friend.

" Well you could at least act like you care! I mean if we don't do anything Malfoy will keep on bullying Neville. But no, your too busy studying!" Ron said in disgust.

" Ron don't get on Harry's case, Neville'll be fine.", Dean said calmly, poking at a piece of meat that appeared on the platter in front of him, " What do you think this is anyway?" Dean asked, looking at Neville. Neville shrugged and took a piece of " Mystery meat" for himself while Ron went on another rant.

" Why do you keep saying he'll be alright? If Hermione was here, she'd agree with me!"

" Geeze Ron! Ever since you and her started to date, its always been ' Hermione this, and Hermione that!'." Dean mimicked. Neville gave a weak laugh as Ron's ears turned a bright red.

" I do not." Ron muttered.

" Anyway, the reason why we keep saying that Neville'll be fine because he will. Malfoy got his butt kicked BAD today! Oh you should've seen it! It was great, probably the highlight of this year." Dean said, pumping his fist in the air.

"Really? By who?" Ron asked, interested in getting the scoop, since he had stayed inside with Harry.

" By this new girl, man she was beautiful! She totally took him down!" Neville said, butting back into the conversation.

" A new girl?", Ron asked confused, " but it is the middle of the year. How could someone new come?"

" I don't know, but she really kicked butt. And as Neville said, she is gorgeous!!" Dean said, emphasizing gorgeous for the effect.

Harry snapped his book shut and stretched. He had been studying for a good two hours, and didn't seem to remember much.( Oh the irony) He looked absentmindedly up and down the wood table at what was for lunch. Picking up his fork, he reached for the nearest plate of turkey and speared a slice. He had been half listening to the conversation and picked up bits and pieces of information. He didn't want to know all of it though, because his brain was too full of information right at the moment. "I wonder what she's like?" Harry asked aloud, staring up at the gray ceiling of the Great Hall. At that simple question, started up a whole new conversation about the new girl. Harry grinned at Ron; even though Ron was going out with Hermione, it didn't faze him that she might get offended that he was so interested about the new girl.

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Professor McGonagall and Sara had finally delivered a bruised and beaten Neville to the infirmary. When they got there, Madam Pomfrey looked as if she was going to march downstairs and kill Colin and Malfoy after she heard what had happened. She quickly tended to Neville and gave the sweating pair a dismissing gesture. They walked out the door slowly, stopping every once and a awhile because students wanted to talk to Professor McGonagall. One of those students was a girl with frizzy brown hair and buck teeth.

" Professor! What are you doing up at the Infirmary?"

"Oh, Ms. Granger", McGonagall panted, leaning against the wall, " We were just helping Mr. Longbottom. He had hurt his arm when one of his fellow students dropped him."

" Dropped him? You mean from the air?", Hermione's jaw dropped as she thought about what the professor meant.

" Yes," Sara said, moving out from in back of Professor McGonagall to look at the girl. Her frizzy hair had been put hastily into a bun, arms folded, holding a number of books, quills and parchment, " a boy named Draco Malfoy did it."

" Why that bastard!!!," Hermione yelled out loud, dropping her armload of things, " He's hurt Neville three times this month! He,, why if only,,, someone should really put him in his place! That selfish, snobby,,,stuckup,, Oh, sorry professor." She said blushing as she quickly picked up her supplies that had fallen on the ground during her rant.

" It's quite alright, we all have our little outbursts from time to time", professor McGonagall said quickly, to the ever reddening girl. She smiled and said, " but you were quite right, he is all of the things you said he is." McGonagall bent down to pick up a book Hermoine had missed.

" He's all that and more." Sara muttered. Professor McGonagall stood up quickly and Hermoine burst out laughing.

" Your quite right," she stuck out her hand and said, " I'm Hermoine Granger."

" It's a pleasure to meet you Hermoine, I'm," Sara started, but Professor McGonagall cut her off.

" That's Sara Wyss, now Hermoine, would you do me a favor and show her around the castle while we prepare to sort her?"

" With pleasure professor! We should get along just fine." Hermoine said brightly as she took Sara's hand.

" And why's that?" the professor questioned.

" Because we have the same opinion about Malfoy." Hermoine replied smartly as she dragged Sara down the hall.

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Well that's chapter two. Hope you liked it. Questions, comments, complements, just give me a review/ e-mail. Thanks!

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By the way, should it be HP/Sara or Draco/Sara ?or both