Hey! Thanks for your reviews, and don't worry, I'm not going to quit this! Not now! And keep yer pretty eyes peeled for my new X-Men Evolution fic, out soon!

Disclaimer: don't own any characters except Phoebe and Zebidia…who, for a number of reasons, may not even be in this story any more.

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Harry stared in shock as the cat glared up at him. No-It couldn't be. Voldemort didn't recruit cats to be Death Eaters, did he? No, they must be mistaken.

A sharp crack distracted him.

"Hey Ron, hey Harry!" said Fred brightly, "Whats up?"

He walked over to the window and looked down.

"Oh! A cat! I like cats!" he exclaimed, taking something out of his pocket and throwing it down.

"What is that?" asked Ron cautiously, "Your not poisoning it, are you? I wouldn't mind if you did, though…"

"No, no, don't worry!" grinned Fred, "It's a mouse, but inside is-"

Harry could already see what it was. The cat had been chasing the clockwork mouse and suddenly went all wobbly.

"-Catnip." Fred finished, laughing.

The cat was jumping around the place now, meowing loudly.

"Fred!" said Ron crossly, "Did you see what was on it's leg?"

Fred shook his head.

"THE DARK MARK! Are you stupid?" yelled Ron.

Fred held up his hand as though to shield himself from Ron, "Hey, mate, no need to get personal!"

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The next day, when Harry went down to breakfast, everyone seemed to know about his being able to turn into a rat. But they were talking about what Malfoy had told Mundungus-about how, maybe, he could be right.

Halfway through breakfast, when everyone apart from him, Fred, George and Ron, Harry turned around and noticed a figure standing by the door. Harry didn't recognise It was a girl, she had long, dark hair which fell below her waist. She had pale skin, but her eyes were dark and something about those eyes…Harry didn't know what it was…made Harry feel numb-like they were the most horrid thing in the universe, but Harry knew they weren't. They were just dark, he decided. He looked to Ron, who was looking equally in awe at this person. Who was she?

"Um, who are you?" asked Fred after a few minutes of silence.

The girl raised an eyebrow and moved further into the light. She seemed angsty, very silent. Yet, not depressed.

"Uh, why aren't you answering?" asked George after a few more silent minutes.

Harry could now see the girl properly. Her hair was dark, true, but it had a tint off it. A purple tint.

"Phoebe?" asked Harry tentatively.

She nodded, and as she did, her hair blew over a bit off her face. It was then Harry noticed it-a deep scar over her left eyebrow.

"What happened to you?" asked Ron savagely. Apparently, he noticed, too.

Phoebe looked questioningly at Ron.

"Happened to what?" she asked. Her voice was softer and lower than before. This didn't seem like the same person Harry had met just weeks before.

Ron gaped soundlessly at her, "Everything! You used to…to talk! And your eyebrow? Where did you go? And your hair-it's really dark!"

Phoebe shrugged, "People change, Ron."

She walked out of the room.

"If I hadn't seen her," George said, looking confused, "I wouldn't have known she was in here."

"Nor would I," Ron replied, also looking confused, "Do you reckon she's hiding something?"

"Nooooo, you don't say!" Fred said sarcastically, slapping his forehead.

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"YES! OH YES!"

Harry looked up. Someone was screaming, it sounded like Ginny. He ran to her room. She was positively dancing with happiness.

"Harry-I did it-I'm prefect!" She gasped.

"Good for you!" Harry grinned, "I knew you would!" he looked around, then he added, "I'll see you later, though, I'm packing."

"Already?" asked Ginny, though she was too.

Harry nodded and walked back to his and Ron's room. Envelopes were lying on their beds. They were thicker than any other year.

"GOOD GOD, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Harry looked up at the roof. Apparently, it was Phoebe. He walked upstairs, letter still in hand, to her room. Knocking on the door cautiously, he walked in.

"Phoebe?" he asked nervously, "Whats wrong?"

Phoebe stared at her own envelope, which was thrown on the other side of the room. She was looking at it as though it were something incredibly evil.

"Open-Harry-yours-open!" she spluttered.

Harry took this to mean she wanted him to open his. He did so, and a purple piece of parchment fell out. He picked it up and unfolded it.

In white writing, it said-

"CONGRATULATIONS!"

In big letters across the top. Under that, it said:

"Harry Potter, you have been chosen as mentor for the following people-

Peter Cash

Emily Healy

Craig Heefeey

Nicholas Rusu

Keeva Weatherwell

Olivia White

Grace Wykal

This, ofcourse, means that you are thought a respectable and responsible student of Hogwarts. We teachers shall trust you to show these new first years around and be there for them should they wish to talk to you about anything whatsoever. You are obliged to write a friendly letter to them now introducing yourself and what you like, etc. The addresses are enclosed, also. This is a new feature to Hogwarts, so please do your best. In other words, don't mess it up, or you shall be facing extreme punishment, which may include expulsion."

Harry sighed and looked to Phoebe.

"You too, huh?"

"Yup," she replied, "'Cept I got Kenneth Wagner, Scott Colgan, Steven Brady and Alexander Hendrick."

Later, they found out that Hermione, Ron and Cho got those letters, also. So they decided to write them together.

"What shall we start off with, then?" asked Ron.

"Who're you writing to first, girl or boy?" asked Hermione.

"Eh, girl." Ron replied, "Why does it matter."

"It doesn't," chuckled Hermione, "I was just wondering. I think we should start off with-"

"Hi, Penelope," finished Ron for her, dipping his scroll into ink and writing down his sentence.

In the end, what Harry had written for Craig Heefeey was-

"Hi Craig,

My name is Harry Potter and I am your Mentor for your first year at Hogwarts, at the very least. I am 16 years of age and in my sixth year of Hogwarts. I did my OWL's last year, and even though I didn't think of it then, looking back, I probably should have started to study for it in my second year.

I am on my house Quidditch team, which is brilliant. I support the Chudley Cannons, which I only found out about because my best mate, Ron, supports them. I love Hogwarts. My favourite subjects are Charms and Defence Against The Dark Arts.

The years at Hogwarts really fly: It seems like only yesterday that I was a first year and being sorted, but I only have a year left. I will truly miss Hogwarts, and everyone I've met there.

I am in Gryffindor House, which, in my opinion is the best! I'm hoping to see you there, and am looking forward to meeting you on September the 1 st. You can tell me about yourself then, and I am greatly looking forward to it.

All the best, and good luck,

Harry Potter"

He had the same for the others, but with their names on them. Phoebe and Ron had been having trouble with theirs. It was the last thing they wanted, to look after little first years.

They also got their OWL results. They all did very well and that night, they celebrated.

All of the Order came around, and they stayed up all night celebrating.

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For some reason, that chapter was hard to write. It's a bit shorter than the others, and prolly not as good, but I have dreaded homework to do! And lots of it! But I will keep updating, it might just be less than once a week.