Chapter 2

Wow! I'm totally astounded by the amount of reviews I've gotten.

*Chill, you only got 4*

Shut up Ginny.

*I believe you tried that last time. Did it work? No.*

Argh! You are super duper annoying!

*I know. It's a gift.*

That's it! I'm leaving! **Storms out**

*She is so rude! Leaving without even thanking her reviewers! **Sigh** I guess I'll have to do it.

MusicalHermione: Thank you so much for your review, and continuing support, God, where does she get this crap? **Puts on a high, silly voice,** I'll love you forever. Don't worry, she didn't actually write that, and she's gonna kill me when she gets back. But really, we're both very grateful to you for being so nice, and reviewing every chapter, oh also, she writes here that she's gonna post the next chapter of When Family Isn't Enough at the same time as this. **Snorts** don't expect this to be out for a while then. She hasn't even written the preview of chapter 6 yet. Mind you, she's got two weeks to write in, so I think the chapters will be rolling out. Is it just me, or is Aine a wimp? And yes, I think that Voldemort will be very interested to find out there's a near immortal changeling at Hogwarts. I wonder what he'll do. I wonder what Harry will do when he finds out.

Ryan: Is it just us, or did you review twice? Not that we're complaining… Thanks btw.

0.o: All right, we'll love you. **Backs away nervously.***

Harry stood on Platform 9 and 3/4. Sirius had made sure he got to the station on time, and he was glad for it. He looked about for Hermione and Ron, and groaned when he saw Ginny coming towards him. There was a big grin on her face, and, he had to admit that she looked quite nice, in tight, flared jeans, and a knee length bright blue top.

 "Hi, Ginny." He said wearily. She flashed him a huge grin.

"Hi, Harry!" He blinked. She hardly ever spoke to him, being far too shy to do so.

"How are you?" He asked. He couldn't see Ron, or Hermione, so he might as well talk to her.

"I'm fine. I just heard something really interesting."

"What?" Harry questioned her.

"There's a new student coming. Supposedly, they're transferring from Egypt."

"Really?" Harry was curious despite himself, the student could be anyone. They could be a spy for Voldemort even.

"Yeah. I wonder if it's a boy or a girl."

"Me too." Harry agreed. "Hey, do you want to sit with me? It's just, I can't find Hermione or Ron, and I'd like to have someone to talk to."

"No, thanks anyway. I have to get back to my own friends. See ya." She walked off, leaving him feeling strange. He was glad that she had her own friends; Ron was always worrying because she didn't, but he was sort of sad too. Her presence was something he'd always taken for granted, and now it wasn't there anymore. He was so preoccupied, that he bumped into a young girl, who looked to be about 12, she was so short, but had big, wise eyes, that seemed to hold over a millennia of intelligence. He helped her up.

"Sorry." She brushed off her long black skirt, and smiled at him, slightly diminishing the sadness in her silver eyes.

"That's ok." She replied.

"I'm Harry Potter." He said, offering her his hand. She took it, and gave it a firm shake.

"Aine Fey. Nice te meet ye." She looked straight into his eyes; hers not straying to his forehead once, a refreshing change.

"Are you new? I'm sure I'd remember you."

"Yes, I am. Excuse me, I must be going." She left quickly, seeming to glide along the ground, rather than walk.

"Harry!" Harry turned around, and saw Hermione and Ron running towards him.

"Ron! Hermione!" He exclaimed, "Hi!" Hermione hugged him, panting, and looking worried.

"Are you ok, Harry? You haven't had any dreams over the holidays? Your letters seemed rather distant." He nodded.

"I'm fine. No, I didn't have any bad dreams. I just was a bit preoccupied, studying for this year's OWLS. They're supposed to be even harder than last years." He lied. She frowned, so he quickly changed the subject. "Did you know that we're going to have a new student in our year?" Hermione and Ron immediately forgot about Harry and his dreams.

"Really? Boy or girl?" Hermione asked with interest.

"A girl." Harry replied.

"What does she look like?" Ron said.

"She looks… sad."

"Sad?"

"Yeah, Herm. Sad. As if she'd seen a little too much of the bad things, and not enough of the good ones."

"Hmm…" Hermione looked pensive.

"Yeah, but what did she look like?" Ron asked.

"See for yourself, Ronnikins." Ginny teased, coming up to them. "She's over there, talking to Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Yes, Malfoy. He literally bumped into her." Ginny reported. Harry stared at her. This bright, bubbly, vivacious 15-year-old was a far cry from the shy, shrinking violet he was used to. Everything about her was different. Her clothes were just as shabby, but, for some reason, they seemed to fit her better, clinging to curves he was sure she didn't have last year. Her hair, which had been almost down to her knees last year, was cut to her shoulder blades, and hung dead straight, instead of in a mass of tangled curls. They walked closer, enough to hear the conversation.

"Watch where ye are goin' next time." Aine said angrily.

"Sorry." Malfoy smirked. "So, I've never seen you around before. Where are you from?"

"Most recently, I'm from Egypt. But I grew up in Ireland, not that it's any of ye business."

"No need to get shitty. My name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"And ye've been watchin' fair too many James Bond movies." She retorted.

"You know, when someone tells you their name, it's customary to give yours as well." Malfoy snapped.

"My name's Aine Fey." She said grudgingly.

"But that's impossible! The last of the Feys died out over two thousand years ago!"

"What are ye suggestin', that I'm over two thousand years old? Ye're off ye rocker." Aine said derisively. Malfoy scowled, and stormed off.

"Amazing." Ginny said, "Simply amazing."

"What?" Harry asked.

"We've finally found someone who can get Malfoy to shut up, and leave them alone."

***

"Welcome, to the beginning of another year. The feast will start shortly, however, before that happens, we have a new student. She has been in Egypt until now, and will be starting her sixth year with us here at Hogwarts. I'd like you all to meet, Aine Fey." Harry watched as Aine stepped forward, dressed now in the customary black Hogwarts robes. She was quite pretty, with milk-white skin, and a clear complexion. Not a single freckle marred her delicate, heart-shaped face, and her silver eyes glowed strangely. They were still far too old for her age though. She walked over to the Sorting Hat, and sat down. There was a moments quiet, before the Hat spoke. It's normally loud voice was subdued, "Gryffindor." She got up, and walked over. There was none of the usual cheering over the pronouncement; everyone was too busy staring at the tiny girl, who Dumbledore had said was a sixth year. She avoided everyone's gaze, turning her head towards Dumbledore politely.

"Now that's out of the way," Dumbledore began, "Let us enjoy the feast."

***

"Hi, my name's Hermione. I'm one of Gryffindor's sixth year prefects." Hermione introduced herself to Aine. Harry and Ron stood to one side, watching. Aine smiled, but, as with when she smiled at Harry, the sadness in her huge eyes didn't diminish very much.

"My name is Aine Fey. It's nice te meet ye, 'Ermione." Aine said. Hermione grinned.

"Nice to meet you too. I'd like to introduce you to my two best friends, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter."

"I already ken 'Arry. Nice te meet ye, though, Ron." She then grinned good-naturedly at Ginny. "And ye are?" She asked.

"Ginny Weasley." Ginny replied.

"I ken ye. Ye're the one who told me how te get onte the platform, aren't ye?" She said.

"Yeah I am." Ginny said.

"Thank ye."

"Ye're- I mean you're welcome." Ginny said, getting a confused look one her face, as she pondered over why she'd almost adopted an Irish accent.