:hey. i got bored with my old story. so im kinda redoing it. i'll probly use some of my old characters, might keep names, might not. who knows except ME! lol. ok. have fun reading. hope u like it!:

:disclaimer-i dont own anything but the plot, my own characters, and my psychotic idiocy:

    Harry, Ron, and Hermione were wandering around Diagon Alley. They had nothing to do and life seemed so boring lately.

    "One more week, mates," Ron said.

    "Can't wait to get back. Hopefully, something exciting and new will happen to us," Hermione sighed.

    "Let's just hope it won't get us killed. I've had enough near-death experiences to last a life-time," Harry said.

    "That's doubtful considering Voldemort's out in the open. Not doing anything, mind you, but he's out there."

    "Way to lighten the mood, 'Mione."

    "Well, it's true!"

    "Let's head back, guys. It's getting dark."

    They all turned around and headed back to the Leaky Cauldron, where they were staying.

    It was September first, and the gang had just arrived at King's Cross station.

    "Come ON, guys! We're gonna be late!"

    They rushed towards the platform. They maneuvered their way through the crowd and finally got through.

    They found an empty compartment and settled in.

    "Next time," Hermione panted, "I determine when we get up and leave."

    "Sorry," Ron muttered.

    "I'm gonna go change into my robes. You guys should change, too."

    And with that, Hermione grabbed her gear and walked out of the compartment.

    "So, Ron, are you gonna FINALLY ask 'Mione out??"

    "No way! She got WAY prettier over the summer. Guys will be ALL OVER her. I won't stand a chance."

    "You won't know until you try."

    Just as the two finished getting dressed, Hermione burst in. "You guys! Look out the window!"

    They all huddled around the window to see....

    "A chicken??? I thought chickens couldn't fly," Harry said.

    "They can't," Hermione replied.

    "Then that's one special chicken," Ron said.

    "You guys, I gotta go to the Head compartment."

    "Okay. By the way, who's Head boy?"

    "That would be me," drawled a familiar voice.

    Hermione froze. "Oh, God, no."

    "That's right, Granger. It's me," Draco Malfoy said, smirking.

    "But why would Dumbledore assign YOU??"

    "Probably 'cause of that House Unity bull he's always talking about."

    "It's NOT bull. What's bull is that you think you are SO much higher than us when you're the lowest of low!"

    "Oh, nice, Granger," Malfoy applauded, mockingly.

    "Let's get this over with," sighed Hermione. "I'll see you guys, later."

    Malfoy bowed mockingly low, allowing Hermione ahead of him. She huffed and marched ahead. Malfoy followed soon after.

    "I can't believe that git's gonna be Head Boy. Has Dumbledore gone mad??"

    "Guess so. Hopefully, nothing will go wrong."

    "This is Malfoy, Harry. EVERYTHING will go wrong."

    They had arrived at Hogwarts and were now sitting through the Sorting Ceremony. Dumbledore stood up.

    "Hello, students old and new. We have a few announcements. The Forbidden Forest is still forbidden. And as a new tradition, we will be having dances this year. So far, we have only scheduled a Halloween dance. Also, let's give a round of applause for this year's Head Boy and Girl. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger!"

    The students applauded with confused looks on their faces.

    "Also, we have a group of transfer students joining us this year from New York City in the United States. We're very fortunate to have them with us. Please show them your respect and welcome them."

    The students clapped, watching the doors. Nothing happen. The clapping died down and they all looked at each other confused. Then they heard voices and running footsteps.

    "I can't believe we got lost!" said a voice.

    "God, we're screwed," muttered a second voice.

    "Shut up, Phai. You'll jinx us," said the first voice.

    "Someone say my name?" a third voice piped up.

    "Not you, Jinx. Trish was saying that Phai was jinxing us," explained a fourth.

    "OKIE DOKIE!"

    "Jinx, do you ALWAYS have to be so perky??"

    "Guys, shut up! It's silent! They can hear every freaking word we're saying!"

    "Then, MAYBE you should tone it down with the language, Phai!"

    "Well, SORRY. Geez, Elle. Are you PMSing?"

    "Guys! Come ON!"

    "Alright, I'm coming!"

    The doors burst open, revealing four very pretty girls. All of them were bent over, catching their breath. They looked up to see everybody staring at them. One of them spoke up.

    "Um...hey..." She had been the second voice. "Phai".

    "HI EVERYBODY!" smiled another, waving crazily. She had been the third voice. "Jinx".

    "And let's welcome our new students joining us this year," Dumbledore said, looking amused. "Phailin Lee, Trish Maxwell, Jinx Krane, and Elle Webber"

    The girls were each unique. Phailin's straight, layered, black hair hung halfway down her back and her midnight blue eyes had a sort of inner flame in them. Her right cartilage was pierced with a tiny, silver ring. Trish had long brown hair and grey eyes. She was wearing a cropped top so everybody could see her navel was pierced with a star barbel. Jinx had her hair in a pixie cut and was dyed pink with purple streaks and she had violet eyes. Her nose was pierced with a simple stud. Elle had golden curls and green eyes. Just her ear lobes were pierced with diamond hearts.

    They all walked past the tables and stood in front of everyone. The sorting hat was first placed on Jinx.

    "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the Sorting Hat. The Hufflepuff table cheered as Jinx hopped off the stool and....skipped?....her way to the table, seating herself between two girls.

    Phailin was next. She went up to the stool, dropped her black messenger bag on the floor, and placed herself on the stool. She patiently waited as the Hat just sat on her head. A long period of time passed.

    "AH--ACHOO!"

    Phailin had sneezed, quite forcefully, making the hat fly off her head. McGonnagall caught the hat and placed it back on Phailin's head.

    "(sniff) Sorry."

    "It's quite alright. But, this is a hard one, she is," said the Sorting Hat. "Brave like a Gryffindor, true like a Hufflepuff, witty like a Ravenclaw, and cunning like a Slytherin. I hate to say it, but I'm stumped."

    Everybody gasped and errupted in murmurs. This was the first time in history the Hat couldn't sort someone.

    "Um, can we hurry this up? I have to use the bathroom."

    "You see? She was honest and brave enough to announce it in front of us all."

    "Yeah, I'm a real daredevil," Phailin scoffed.

    "And such a sharp tongue."

    "Well, if my tongue's so sharp why don't i just slice your mouth off so you'll shut up?"

    "Hmm, how malicious."

    "Hey! I am NOT evil! Okay, maybe a little. But I am NOT malicious!"

    "Okay, calm down. Why don't you just pick a house then?"

    Phailin sighed, muttering irritably to herself, and closed her eyes. Pale, smoky letters formed above her head. First the letters read Gryffindor, then Hufflepuff, then Ravenclaw, then Slytherin, then it started again. The students watched in awe. The transitions became faster and then eventually slowed down. The transitions stopped. The letters read.....

:FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!: