Please Bear With Me......It Will Get Better, I Swear....Just Keep Reading Please Please Please!!!!

The older students passed in and sat down. She followed. The ones that she knew years before greeted and wished her luck. Mr. Grudge walked in with the scared first years. Despite his name and appearance, he was very nice. He had black hair slicked back with one large wisp of gray down the center. His black eyes shone in the light of the candles floating in the air.

Mary came in and led them all to the front of the hall. Sari joined in behind. Her father stood up and greeted them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts students. My name is Gregory Albus Weasley. To begin this year, I want o explain a few short things. One: the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds, and the third floor is as well. Our caretaker, Mr. Grudge, will be monitoring that rule. The Potions teacher is Prof. Nikolay, History of Magic- Prof. Binns, and Charms-Prof. Mary, Care of Magical Creatures-Prof. O'Brien, Divination- Prof. Styles, Herbology- Prof. Chimes, and so on and so forth."

He gestured to his wife, who nodded and unrolled a scroll.

"When I call your name, come up and sit on the stoll. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head to be sorted into your Houses. When you have been sorted, seat yourself accordingly."

Students fidgeted and one girl cracked her knuckles.

"CLEMMENS, MARIA!"

A short girl with very curly black hair sat down nervously. Mrs. Weasley placed the hat on her head.

"RAVENCLAW!"

Cheers erupted and Maria sat down at he Ravenclaw table. Sari was wondering who this granddaughter Draco was. Her grandparents were shifting their eyes at each student.

"WYATT, KERRI!" – "HUFFLEPUF!"

"JONES, TIMOTHY!" – "GRIFFYNDOR!"

"COLLINS, SAMMI!"- "SLYTHERIN!"

Finally she heard her name. "WEASLEY, SARI!"

She stumbled over and sat down and sat down. Watching all the students look at her made her feel sick. Her mother placed the hat on her head. She sat stiffly as the hat judged her mind.

"GRIFFYNDOR!"

Sari smiled and everyone clapped.

"Good job." Her mother whispered.

When she sat down, she saw her father and grandparents smile.

"MALFOY, SARAH!"

Sari spun her head at the girl. Her grandparents leaned over to see her better. The girl had sandy blonde hair with a few wisps of light blonde.

She had brown eyes like amber. Hermione whispered something to Ron that made him roll his eyes.

Sarah sat and gripped the stool.

"GRIFFYNDOR!"

Sarah smiled and looked greatly relieved. When she passed the Slytherin table, she glowered at the students.

Sari saw her grandparents stare unbelievably at Draco's grandchild. She came and sat down next to Sari.

"Phew!" she said to her. " I was afraid that I'd be sent to Slytherin. My Grandpa was in there when he was here. I guess he liked it at first and was really mean, but something happened to him so he changed."

"Oh" Sari replied.

"He said that he used to be a rival to Harry Potter, but like I said, something happened between them that changed him. He says that he's grateful for it"

"Those two were Harry's friends when he was alive." Sari said pointing to her grandparents.

Sarah gasped and smiled at them. "Yes, my Grandpa said that he was mean to them too. They were always with Potter."

"He's sorry though, right?" asked Sari.

"Oh, yeah," Sarah said as if it was a big deal. "After Harry died he wished that he could have been nicer to him more often."

The ceremony ended and plates appeared.

"Whoa!" Sarah awed. "That's awesome."

"I live here, it's nothing new." Sari sighed.

"You do? Cool, your Father's the Headmaster anyway."

They were quiet until Sari asked her if she knew anything about Harry from Draco.

"You mean you don't know what happened?"

"No, my grandparents kept it a secret. Finally my Grandpa told me that Harry died to protect the students."

Sarah fiddled with her knife. "Yeah, that's what happened. Partly anyway. I guess being the best friend and losing him made them upset."

"He's going to tell me about him tomorrow. He promised he would."

Sarah seemed to be thinking hard about something. She placed her fork on the table and said to Sari, "You're lucky that you don't have a great-grandpa. Mine was sent to Azkaban where he died almost thirty years ago."

"Why?" asked Sari.

"He was a Death Eater. He was there with Voldemort the night Harry died."

Sari gawked at her. Now she understood why her grandparents hated Draco, and was afraid of his granddaughter.

"My Grandparents were afraid that you were going to be like Draco when he was here, and be in Slytherin." She whispered to Sarah.

"I don't blame them."

Some time later, dinner was over and they went to the Griffyndor tower. The Fat Lady was fanning herself when they arrived. The Head Girl revealed the password. "Crystal Clear." The portrait opened and they walked in. The Head Girl let them look around until she was ready to speak. She told them where to go.

The boys' room are to the left, and the girls' to the right. Breakfast is at eight and you have free time until 9:00 whrn your classes begin. See you then."

Sarah and Sari's trunk was placed at the foot of their beds.

"Look, said Sarah. "We're next to each other."

"Yeah, well I'm the first to lay on my bed." Sari laughed, running to her bed and leaping onto it.

They changed and now were laying down. Snores came from other girls as they slept.

"Sari," Sarah whispered.

"What?"

"Do you think I'm a bad person if my family have been dark witches and wizards?"

Sari rolled over and raised herself on her elbow.

"You're never a bad person just by being born, you have to make that decision yourself."

"Thank you," she whispered. "That means a lot."

Sari turned over and stared out the window. The moon held a luminous light that shaded across the floor and onto her bed. She couldn't imagine being the only person in the family to be raised polite, and have the other members of the family work for the Dark Side. It must have been a hard life for Sarah. The pressure and mockery from other people, along with the thought of being different must be haunting her.

The next day, the Griffyndor students dressed for the first day of school. Sarah accidentally brushed her teeth with her comb, and Sari didn't get all her hair into a bun, so some fell down her back until she noticed it.

At the table all the Hogwarts students were handed out their class schedules by owl.

"Let's see," Sari said to Sarah. "We have Charms at 9:00 with the Ravenclaws, Potions with the Slythereins at 10:00, then lunch at 11:30."

"I don't know about Prof. Nikolay. He seems like he doesn't like to teach.

"Well, he's better than Prof. Snape. My Grandparents had him.'

"Yeah, my Grandpa said that he loved to take points away from everyone except the Slytherins. He didn't like Potter at all."

Sari continued to read the schedule. "Herbology at 1:00 with the Hufflepuffs, and Care of Magical Creatures with the Slytherins again at 2:00."

"Then we don't have History of Magic until Wednesday, Defense Against the Dark Arts (D.A.D.A) on Thursday, and Transfiguration on Friday." Sarah finished.

They heard the bell ring.

"Well, let's go." Sari said. She led the way to Charms since she knew the place so well.

Peeves suddenly appeared halfway there, and scared the living daylights out of Sarah.

"Peeves," Sari sighed annoyingly. "We need to get to class"

"Sorry, Sari Girl!" he whooped. He laughed, spun around them once, and then bolted down the corridor.

"Who was that?" Sarah asked as she caught her breath.

"Peeves the Poltergeist. He's my friend to be honest with you."

"Oh" was all she said.

They reached the Charms class and seated themselves down. Sari's mother smiled at them as they came in.

"Students, my name is Prof. Mary, and I'll be your Charms teacher. We'll start with the basics. To levitate objects lets you move them to a different place or position. Take out your wands."

They did so.

"Old Prof. Flitwick used feathers, but I'm going to use cushions as a start. Feathers are too light and easy."

She handed out floral patterned cushions and said to them. "I want you all to say Windgardium Leviosa."

They repeated it.

"Good. Now, point wand at each of your cushions and say the charm."

Everyone mumbled it, but mostly attempted to concentrate on the "wrist movement."

"Concentrate." Prof. Mary advised.

They tried harder. Some students did get their cushions to rise a few feet.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Sarah mumbled.

Nothing happened.

Sari kept trying, but it seemed hopeless.

Sarah had repeated the charm again, and her cushion finally rose into the air.

"Wonderful work Sarah!" Prof. Mary said. She turned around to assist another students when Sarah's cushion abruptly flew out of control and smacked against a vase of the desk. It shattered into pieces. Sarah and Sari were stifling giggles as Prof. Mary asked everyone who did it.

She looked in their direction, but only saw them appearing completely innocent, mumbling Wingardium Leviosa like nothing happened. She eyed them curiously.

After that class ended, the Griffyndors headed towards Potions class. The Slytherins were already there, talking amongst themselves.

When they sat down, Prof. Nikolay was just entering. He stared menacingly at them.

"I don't care whether you are a Slytherin or Griffyndor. Breaking the rules is out of the question, even though I'm in charge of the Slytherin House." He stared at them

Everyone gulped.

Sari studied him carefully. He was tall and broad shouldered. Grey hair was falling limply to his shoulders and it looked like he cut it with a dull knife.

I do not have favorites, even if you are famous like Harry Potter, but I do day that if you were, I'd watch you more carefully."

No one spoke. Sarah shrunk back into her seat like some of the other students. Sari, however, was very interested in what he had to say. Not only because he spoke about Harry, but it seemed that he knew about him. She got out her cauldron when the professor ordered them to.

"We're going to start with the basics. The Polyjuice Potion was usually learned in your second year, but you should be able to do it."

So they copied down the ingredients and got to work. Sarah had a hard time cutting up some of the weird things that needed to be. The only trouble Sari had was putting things in order into the cauldron.

At the end of class, Prf. Nikolay told them to leave their cauldrons at their table so that he could check them to see if they were done correctly.

"I don't like Potions." Sarah said as they were eating lunch in the Great Hall.

"It's okay." Replied Sari.

The two of them started to engage with other people, and soon began laughing. They discussed the classes and what the others would be like.

When lunch had ended, they had a half hour to wait for Herbology and change their books. Most people stayed in the Great Hall. Some played chess and Exploding Snap.

Sari stared at her grandparents at one point. It was hard to imagine that they were ever young. Both were seventy-two, and were still surprisingly active. Sari wondered that if her grandparents, even just one, finished the story about Harry, that they would finally find peace in themselves.

Herbology with Prof. Chimes was somewhat entertaining. Sarah loved it a lot, but Sari couldn't quite get the point of it. What was the purpose of learning about plants that you may never see in life but at school? She hated plants and flowers anyway. She wasn't the type of girl to care so.

Care of Magical Creatures was more hands on, so Sari thought more of it. Sarah liked it too, but was worried about what sort of creatures this O'Brien was going to show them before the class started.

They learned about unicorns. It was not an unusual subject, but people were astounded nonetheless.

"They don't turn white until about two. The horn doesn't grow until their fourth year, and they turn silver when they are full grown around eight." Prof O'Brien said.

The girls got to pet one since unicorns don't care much for boys. When Sari petted it, it was smooth and silky. Yet when she was enjoying her time in class, Sari was impatient for the bell to ring so that her grandfather would finish his story.

She was practically running to the bookcase at 3:00. Sarah had taken her books back to the common room since Sari was impatient.

Once reached, she pushed it open and scrambled up the stone stairwell. Opening the door, she saw both her grandparents in the room.

"Welcome, Sari." Hermione said stiffly.

"Grandmother." Sari whispered in disbelief.

"We both decided that it was best you heard it from the two of us." She continued.

Sari nodded and took a chair from the corner of the room. She set it in front of her grandparents and sat down.

"To continue," her grandfather said." Harry had just finished talking to the girl. He had said that nothing was wrong when I asked him."

"Harry was like that," Hermione interrupted. "He never told us anything if it didn't concern us."

"Yes, that's true," Ron, whispered. "Anyway, when we reached the common room, Harry was unusually quiet."

"Harry," Hermione said. "Why are you so quiet? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Hermione." Harry replied as he stared blankly out the window.

"We know you well enough to know when something's wrong." Ron said sternly.

Harry ignored them both and did not reply.

"Fine," Hermione huffed. "If it's something serious tell Dumbledore. Deal with it yourself."

She grabbed her school bag, dumped the contents out, and began working.

Harry looked at her and opened his mouth to speak. He didn't though. Slowly, he turned his head away and from her and stared out the window again.

Harry sat there most of the day." Sari's grandmother sighed. "Later in the day he moved finally, but went up to the boy's dormitory and laid on his bed."

"When night fell," Ron said. "I was laying down, but couldn't sleep. I heard crying next to me. I was very surprised that it was Harry, for he never cried. It was soft crying, like he was frustrated or deeply upset. I knew then that what that girl told him was very serious, and that Harry wouldn't tell us or even Dumbledore."

"In the morning, Harry was awake before me. That was very rare of him to do so."

"Why are you up so early?" asked Ron.

"I couldn't sleep." Harry replied. His eyes were bloodshot and he had bags under his eyes.

"Maybe you should skip some classes today or something and sleep." Ron advised, very concerned for his friend.

Harry shook his head.

The changed into their robes and went down the spiral staircase.

"What happened to you?" was the first thing Hermione said to Harry when they entered.

"Couldn't sleep." He mumbled.

Hermione opened her mouth to reply when Ron held up his hand to stop her. He shook his head and she nodded.

"Let's go," Harry said. "I want to see if I got a letter from Sirius."

"Okay, we'll meet you there," said Ron. "I need to talk to Hermione for a second."

Harry shrugged and proceeded out the portrait.

"Ron, what is it?" asked Hermione. She was very baffled that Ron would do this.

"Hermione," he said seriously. "What that first year told Harry about must be very serious and possibly life threatening."

"Why would you say that?"

"Last night I heard Harry crying. Whatever it is, it must be hard on him."

Hermione stared at Ron in shock. Indeed it was strange to hear that Harry had cried, but she knew of nothing else that would upset him so.

"Ron," she whispered." Do you think it's about You-Know-Who?"

"I have a good feeling it is, Hermione. Harry's always quiet about him when he knows something."

"Do you think he's coming here?"

Ron looked at the floor in thought. "Well, after all these years and what has happened, I'd have to say yes."

Hermione's face wrinkled up as she tried not to cry.

"Come on," Ron said. "Harry's waiting for us."