Chapter 4: Unexpected Secrets

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stepped off the train and got a carriage.
"I have an odd feeling that this is going to be talked about by everyone at Hogwarts." Harry said, dipping his head, the feeling that someone unseen was watching him rushed through him once again, but he ignored it and went on.
"First, people think I'm insane because I said that Vol--I mean You-Know-Who returned, but now..." He trailed off, thinking of the torture he'd have to go through this year with all of this.

When they arrived at the school, they all got out of the carriages and headed toward the front door to the great hall, but something stopped them.
A loud, piercing scream came from somewhere to the left, and every student gasped. What happened next happened in just seconds.
"What's that???" A Third year screamed, pointing at the sky, where a hooded person was falling at an alarming speed. Right before it hit the ground, it almost 'evaporated' and was instantly gone. That's when Harry felt it; a cool, eerie breeze pushing his hair from his face, tickling his scar. He heard a dim whooshing noise in his ears.....

"Harry? Harry?" He heard someone saying, tapping his shoulders gently to wake him. Hermione. Ron. Ginny. They were all there with him in the hospital wing.
"What happened?" Harry said, blinking and sitting up.
"You collapsed almost out of nowhere! Are you ok?" Ron said.
"Yeah, I think so...what was that noise?"
"Noise?" The others said in unison.
"Nevermind..." Harry said, deciding whether he should tell them or not. He decided not to; it might start a riot if he said his scar was hurting.
"Let's get back to the sorting, the hat already sang, but we can still catch some of it." Ginny said.

As they entered, they saw hundreds of students standing in front of Professor McGonagall, obviously waiting to be sorted into their houses.

Dumbledore stood up and the hall became silent very suddenly.
"I trust you will have a wonderful year this year! Now, the Sorting Hat, if you please, Minerva..." Dumbledore said.
Minerva McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher, stepped up to the four-legged stool that stood in front of the first years.
"When I call your name, you will come up here and put the Sorting Hat on!" McGonagall said.
"So," said Fred Weasley, who was sitting across the table from Harry, "Who are your teachers?"
"Well let's see," Harry started, "there's Trelawney, ummm, Hermione's got Sinistra, and I don't know who the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is yet..."
"Oh, I saw her before. I reckon she's alright...I hope she's a lot better than that old Lockhart!" George said.
Harry could hear the names of the first years who were sorted while he was talking.

McGonagall has to be almost done...
Harry thought to himself.
And indeed she was almost done.
"Yarial, Emma." She said.
The Sorting Hat, the old tattered hat that sorted the first years into the Hogwarts Houses, yelled, "RAVENCLAW!"
The girl went over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down next to a girl, who looked like she was in her fifth year as well. There was something about her, like Harry had always known her. The thing is, the girl wasn't wearing Ravenclaw robes, and, as a matter of fact, wasn't wearing the emblem of any house on her robes. He turned his head to look at Dumbledore, who stood up and clapped (which made the plates on the tables fill with food instantly), and by the time he turned and tapped Ron on the shoulder, the girl had disappeared.
"What is it, Harry? Ron said with a large amount of fried chicken in his mouth.
"Nothing, I just thought I saw something..."
How could she have gone that quickly? She would have at least been in the room if she'd gotten up...
Harry thought to himself again.

When the feast ended, and it did so without Harry seeing the girl again, the Gryffindor first years followed the Head Boy up to the dormitories first, and then the others were allowed to go. Harry went to bed, while the thought of who the girl might be still rang in his head. Slowly, he fell fast asleep.

The next day went well, but Harry dreaded the next class he had. He was ok with Transfiguration, which was his first class, and ok with Charms which was second, but third...was Potions.
No one except for all the Slytherins liked the Potions Master, Severus Snape, a man with shoulder-length, greasy black hair.
The three entered potions class for the first time in months.
"Welcome," Snape started in the same old voice, "hope you're...looking forward to a new year."
He eyed Harry and, surprisingly, smiled! He nodded slowly. Harry, instinctively, nodded back. He knew Snape was acting weird. He seemed excited, without actually trying to show it. Snape suddenly picked up a piece of paper. He handed it to Harry. It read:

'Take care of her, Mr. Potter...'

This was extremely mysterious. Take care of who? And who had written this? It wasn't Snape's handwriting. While these questions flashed in his mind, he heard a small knock.
"'Scuse me..." said a girl, standing at about 5 foot 4 inches tall in the doorway. She was looking down at what seemed to be a planner.
"Is this potions...Severus?" She looked up and noticed who was teaching, "You teach potions class? I thought you were going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? You are so good at it..." She said happily.
He blushed.
"Ms. Weaver, we'll talk after class, come on in," he started in an unusually pleasant voice, "and sit next to...him."
He said with a soft smirk, pointing to Harry.
"Hello." She said to Harry. He replied with a shaky "hi."
"Can I borrow a quill? I've forgotten mine." She asked.
"Sure." Said Harry.
And with that, Harry handed her a quill. Harry looked at the girl. She looked about his age, maybe a bit older. She had long brown hair up to her elbows, with golden, grown out highlights. She had brown eyes, which were hidden behind small, half-rimmed glasses. She was very pretty, and apparently, very smart. This was the girl Harry saw in the Great Hall!
She had been taking a test they had all taken before she came in, a test to see where everyone was at after the summer and after their minds had been unused for 2 months. About a minute later, she had finished! "Hmmm, let's see, ah yes..." Snape said slyly. He was grading it. "Perfect score, as usual!" He handed it back and clapped.

"Excuse me? Ummm...if you want to keep the quill, you can. I have more." Harry said as they were gathering up their books as class was ending.
"Thanks." The girl said, and then she walked into the hall. He followed her and just as he was about to call her, she stopped short. She turned around.
"I guess," she started in a mysterious tone, "you were wondering who I am? Weaver, Trinity Weaver." She shook his hand.
"I'm Harry Potter." He said. She suddenly froze in the middle of shaking his hand.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, obviously concerned. "N-n-nothing..." She said, letting go of his hand quickly. She had a small tear in her eye.

"Trin!" Snape was now out there.
"Coming Sev..." She said and then ran into the potions classroom.

"How have you been?" Trinity asked. "I'm ok. Oh and about that 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' thing...Quirrel beat me to it years ago and he was...how should I say it...a servant of You-Know-Who." This shocked Trinity.
"WHAT?" She yelled.
"Well anyway..." Snape said, changing the subject quickly. "Did you tell him?" Snape asked, obviously really wanting to know something.
"No I didn't. I've just met him! I need to give him time. What would you say if a person you had just met came up to you and said 'Hi! Guess what? You're going to die!' I think I wouldn't like the person much." She said as if she was all knowing.
"True." Snape replied. It was almost time for the next class.
"Well I'll see you later." He smiled at her and they left the room.

Harry had been listening. Seeing Snape smiling was a very odd and unpleasant sight. He had to quickly get out of the way so it wouldn't look like he was spying on them. When Snape was out of sight, Trinity went to Harry.
"So, what house are you in?" She said, although she already had a pretty good hunch of which he was in by the color of his tie. "Eh...Gryffindor. How about you?" He said after.
"I'm in Gryffindor, too." She replied.
"How come you know Snape so well? It seems like he's your brother or something...and I never knew he could be so..." Harry said, but Trinity finished his sentence for him.
"Nice? Yes, it's hard to tell normally. I guess as soon as he gets his Defense Against the Dark Arts job, he'll be happy. Well, he's an old friend of the family...or what's left of it..." She said sadly.

All the sadness disappeared when Dumbledore walked down the hallway.

"ALBUS!!!!" She screamed. Dumbledore, surprisingly, RAN to Trinity, obviously very happy and excited.
"TRIN!" He hugged her and kissed her forehead. Trinity scrambled to fix her hair in front of both sides of her forehead.
"I was wondering when I'd be seeing you..." He said, a little more calmed down now.
"My father told you I was coming right?" She asked, out of breath from all the excitement.
"Yes. And congratulations! I'm so excited to hear that the two legends are finally to meet! Oh this is so exciting! Are you two..." Dumbledore said something after that, but the word was muffled by Trinity's hand.
"Ummm...not here...ahem!" She said, jerking her head to Harry to her right.
"Oh, Mr. Potter! I didn't see you here! Have you met Ms. Weaver? She's famous in Japan, you know! Yep she single-handedly defeated a powerful demon, maybe as powerful as Voldemort...and..." Dumbledore suddenly stopped to pick up some of Harry's hair and then some of Trinity's.
"Alas the two 'scarred ones!' "

It seemed that Trinity had a cyclonic-shaped scar, but on the opposite side that Harry's lightning-shaped scar was. Harry smiled, so did Trinity, but she also blushed madly.

"Very exciting time, indeed!" Dumbledore said. Trinity acted very uncomfortably at this remark. She was obviously hiding something.
"Ummm...Albus? Do you think I could talk to you later on...in private?" Trinity said as though she was trying not to offend Harry.
"Sure how bout after all your classes?"
"Ok, great! See ya then!"
After she said that, Dumbledore left, which left Harry to ask Trinity more questions.
"So, he's a good friend too?" He asked.
"Yeah he's like a second father to me." She said while straightening her hair to cover the scar.
"So what's the story of your scar? And Japan?" He asked.
"Yes, Japan. I've been there for several years now, with my father for various reasons, but I am from here originally. And my scar, well, I got it when I was little. Kind of like you did." She said this and suddenly gasped. She had realized she let out enough information to let Harry know that she knew more about him than he thought she did.
"Well I must go, ummm...I have something to do now! Bye Harry!" She yelled, running away in what seemed a hurriedly fashion.
"Bye Trinity!" He said.
What was with her? Why, all of a sudden, did she come to Hogwarts all the way from Japan?