The Second Star
2
The Sixth Year Prefects

The next two months went fast for Harry. He managed to keep his mind most of the time by cleaning, doing homework, and eavesdropping when Fred and George weren't around to tell them what was happening. Now he was on the train. The sky was already dark and he had just finished putting his robes on. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Neville were all talking about Voldemort, of course.

'Sirius chased the train just last year,' Harry thought sadly. 'He really wanted to help fight Voldemort.'

"Harry, you okay," Ron asked. The others fell silent.

"Yeah...I'm fine. I was just thinking about Sirius," he said quietly. The compartment door slid open.

"Poor, pathetic Potter is missing his convict," Draco Malfoy sneered. Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly.

"Shut up Malfoy," Ginny snarled.

"Oooh Potter, your fans do the fighting now," Malfoy said in his usual tone. He, Crabbe, and Goyle pulled out their wands. "I'm going to jinx you and make you wish you never snitched on my fath-."

"Stupefy," a voice rang. Harry looked around at the other Griffindors who, like him, only had their wands out halfway. The three Slytherins fell forward.

A girl with long black hair tied into two pony tails on her head, wearing baggy jeans that showed two inches of girl boxers and a white tee-shirt that showed her stomach bearing the words 'Made in the USA', stood with her wand in her right hand. She pulled off her sunglasses and stuck them and her wand in a pocket.

"That went well," she patted her leg, "Come Max." A little dog that resembled a Parson Russell followed her into the compartment. "Hi I'm Adhara, transfer student, sixth year," she said. No one said anything. "I um was told to talk to the uh sixth year prefects?" Hermione straitened herself.

"I'm Hermione Granger and this is Ron Weasley, we're sixth year prefects for Griffindor House," she said in business tones.

"Whoa, I don't know about Houses. I was told there were eight. I see that's two," Adhara said as she thought to herself out loud.

"He's a sixth year prefect. The little git you just stunned," Ron said pointing at Malfoy.

"Ennervate," Adhara said waving her wand over the three Slytherins. Malfoy got to his feet and spotted Harry with his wand out.

"I'll get you for-."

"Expelliarmus," Adhara said loudly. Eight wands flew into the air. "Accio wands!" Adhara caught them and handed them to her dog.

"Who the hell are you," Malfoy spat. His full attention, and everyone else's, was on her.

"I'm Adhara. I'm a transfer from Mudloon's School of Craft, sixth year, sixteen today, blah...blah. I was told that you're a sixth year prefect," Adhara asked. Malfoy looked her over with a smirk and puffed his chest out noticeably. Adhara giggled.

'No, don't tell me she likes him,' Harry thought. Adhara however ruffled Malfoy's sleek hair.

"Full of yourself aren't you," she giggled. Malfoy gently patted his head, horrorstruck. Ginny was having a silent fit of giggles. "This will take less time, accio sixth year prefects!" Five people zoomed into the room looking panicked.

"Draco, what's happening? What happened to your hair," Pansy Parkinson shrieked.

"Are all of you sixth year prefects," Adhara asked. The compartment fell silent. "Please answer the question, this needs to be fast." The five prefects nodded.

"Who are you," Ernie of Hufflepuff asked.

"I'm Adhara. I'm a transfer student from Mudloon," she said impatiently. "Listen, Mr. Dumbledor told me-" the train slowed "-I got to go. Drop it Max." Adhara tore from the compartment. Max blinked at them once, dropped the wands, and followed. Everyone filed off the train muttering. They all climbed into carriages.

"Americans are nutters," Ron said plainly. Harry, Ron, Hermion, and Neville (Ginny took a different carriage) rode through the gates.

"That was very rude Ron," Hermione said, though she looked like she agreed. "I'm sure not all Americans are that erm...different." Harry drifted away from the conversation.

'I wonder what Sirius thought of Americans? It can't be all bad for him. He is with his best friend now.'

"Harry," Neville said loudly.

"What," Harry said as he jumped.

"Did you really meet Adhara over the summer?"

"Oh...yeah I did," Harry said. The three off them exchanged worried looks. "What?"

"Well...strange how she just happened to run into a wizard, you especially," Hermione said.

"Didn't she tell you she was just vacationing," Ron asked. Harry nodded.

"We think she's a spy for You-Know-Who," Neville said flatly.

"Wouldn't we have seen the Dark Mark on her arm," Harry said reasonable.

"With all the magic she could do she could probably mask it, or put make up over it," Hermione said.

'She was pretty strong for her age; three people with one Stunner. Everyone thought Sirius killed thirteen people with one curse. And I'm back to Sirius again!'

"Come off it," Harry said. "She's our age. How could a sixteen year old girl, on the other side of the world no less, be a Death Eater?"

"Who knows, who cares," Ron said as they crossed the castle threshold. "It's still an option.

"Her parents could be Death Eaters," Neville suggested as they sat at the table. Everyone started craning his or her neck. "She's not here!" Harry stared into the empty plate.

'Sirius would know, if she were a Death Eater or a Death Eater daughter, he would be able to tell us.' The room fell silent. 'That'll be McGonagall with the Sorting Hat and-.'

"Ouch," Harry said as Ron poked him in the ribs. Harry looked up and saw Professor McGonagall leading the first years but in front of her carrying the Sorting Hat was-

"Adhara."