A/N: Hey! Thankyou to my FOUR reviewers: psyonic-feral976, NemesisCeara, MadRoswellFan and Cilou,who want me to continue! Happy New Year everyone! Hope you had a great night!

Ps. Sorry if I get some of the spellings wrong, my books weren't as handy as I had first thought. Plus, Niamh, Harry Potter films up the glen where I live, so I basically know where the school is supposed to be. They use the Glenfinnan Viaduct, as seen in the 2nd movie, where Ron and Harry almost get run over by the Hogwart's Express. I was an extra for the 2nd one, I was a Ravenclaw.

Chapter Three

Malfoy growled. The girl had played him for a fool. How had she known his name? Granger must have told her. But he didn't know hers. He grabbed his take-away coffee from the attendant, threw down the muggle money and stomped out in a strop. She'd pay for this humiliation.

Thank goodness only they knew. Nevertheless, that could still be his downfall. Since his father suffered the Dementor's Kiss in Azkaban last year, Draco had been on all alerts, as everyone saw him as his fathers' son. That was something he was not proud of. Since his mother was released from her curse, she had been dating a new man. Someone she had been with before Draco's father. She never had any time for him anymore.

That is why he went into the town. Muggle's were not so bad, because they didn't know about his father. Until he saw Hermione's cousin. She is still drop-dead gorgeous, he thought to himself as he stormed home in his car. 'Even if she is related to that Mudblood.'

The trio giggled at their table.

" He took it well." Harry commented.

" I'm guessing he doesn't come into the muggle area very often." Liz added.

Hermione had a quizzical look on her face. " Since when did Malfoy live around here?"

" Doesn't he live in some big mansion in the country?" Harry asked.

" That's what we're told." Hermione stated.

" Well, Hermione, you live in the country. Are there any mansions around here?" Liz questioned.

" Not that I know of." Harry reckoned.

" Well, anyway, he probably lives somewhere around here. Just weird bumping into him here." Hermione muttered.

" He'll have a shock when you turn up at school, Liz." Harry commented.

" I can't wait to see his face." Hermione added.

Fast-forward to September 1st

Hermione's parents stood at King's Cross waving the trio off. Their belongings were already on the train, and everything was sorted. Liz still had the jitters. The plan was for her to take a wander around while Harry and Hermione were at their head's meeting. Although they were in the same house, people from every house looked up to them, even if those people were in Slytherin. Harry had, after all, defeated the Dark Lord.

Much to Draco's disappointment, Hermione and Harry weren't in their usual carriage for him to terrorise them. Too many memories of their friend, he thought. He did spot the youngest Weasley at the station, though, so he could always annoy her as he always did. Despite who he was, he did sympathise with Ginny over her lost brother, as he never wanted any of his enemies dead, only hurt. Draco was an only child, he didn't know the feeling of siblingship. He wished he did though, so he had at least one friend in the world that wasn't evil. Crabbe and Goyle were in Azkaban with their families, as it turned out they were much more evil than Draco and his mother. Draco was no death eater. He had resisted, and helped the other side recapture Voldemort.

Liz met Ginny before they set off on the platform, introduced by Hermione. The redhead was a lot like Maria, Liz concluded, and was sure they would become fast friends. She sat in the carriage with Ginny for the journey until Hermione and Harry came back shortly before Rannoch Moor. Liz felt strange putting on robes that didn't show a house attire as she would be sorted along with the rest of the first years, and had to be split up from her cousin once they got to Hogwarts station.

" You'll be fine, Liz." Hermione comforted before she was led away by Hagrid, feeling incredibly stupid to be the tallest among the first years.

Hagrid introduced herself to him, also saying that she would be fine. He had a feeling that this was no ordinary girl. He did wonder why she knew Hermione already.

" She's my cousin on my mum's side." Liz answered when asked.

" You're a bit tall for a first year." Commented Professor McGonnigal as she greeted Liz and the rest of the first years.

" I'm the transfer student." Liz told her, as they walked towards the great hall.

" That's fine, but you'll be sorted with the rest."

On entering the Great Hall, Liz found herself gazing upwards at the bewitched sky like the rest of the new pupils. On looking forward, she found herself looking at an old, battered hat on a small stool. She was quickly introduced to the song of the Sorting Hat before the actual sorting began.

" Arden, Julianna," soon became "O'Donnell, Marcus."

" Parker, Elizabeth."

Liz walked calmly up to the stand, trying not to notice the stares.

' Not a normal student,' the hat began, ' a lot of courage, that is always good. Bravery in there as well. A methodical mind and great dreams.'

Liz seemed to do what Harry had done at his sorting, 'not Slytherin, not Slytherin'.

' Not Slytherin? Ravenclaw would do, but great minds alike suffer in places unlike, so it has to be GRYFINNDOR!' it yelled to the great hall.

Liz whipped off the hat and walked calmly to the table and sat beside her cousin, who had knowingly saved her a seat.

" Parker, Elizabeth"

Draco Malfoy sat at the head of the Slytherin table, now a prefect. From there, he had a perfect view of the Sorting proceedings as they went on. He was watching with boredom until a certain brunette took the stand.

' It cannot be." He thought to himself. ' No wonder she was looking so smug.'

It was the girl from the café, Hermione's cousin. Elizabeth Parker. Pretty. But a witch? Not unlikely a muggle. She certainly looked like one. Pretty features, not unkind. No features altered by magic to look better, a natural look. A normal muggle, but one that had caught his eye in more than a 'mudblood' manner, someone he could like. Draco mentally hit himself for thinking these thoughts.

He would get back at her. There was not a moment this summer after their meeting, Draco had not thought about her. And fancy her turning up here where he least expected it. She looked his age, and a muggle, so she could be starting from scratch. No, he thought, she wouldn't be in this school if she knew nothing. Must go to the American Academy in New York, he thought. He had sources there, he would ask them about this Elizabeth, and then he'd find out the truth. He did not know he was so interested in her, but she just intrigued him. He did not know whether this was a good or a bad thing.

In the meantime, the dinner had finished and Liz was completely and utterly full. She couldn't remember when she had last eaten that much food. From across the hall she could pick out Draco Malfoy staring at her, but he didn't notice that she had seen him as he seemed in deep thought. Hermione had been called up by the headmaster with Harry to discuss matters, so Ginny was the only one around to talk to. Except Ginny was caught up in what a fellow Gryfinndor was saying. Ginny was telling him why Liz was here.

" She's a transfer student." Ginny said simply.

" Liz, this is Seamus; Seamus, this is Liz, Hermione's cousin from Roswell, New Mexico." Introduced Ginny.

" Pleased to meet you," Seamus shook Liz's hand, looking at the American beauty for the first time.

" You too." Liz said as she secretly eyed up the Irish talent. He was not bad looking, although Max had one up on him, but only just. Liz mentally smacked herself; she was not going to think about Max when she was having fun. She would write to Maria later and explain things. Liz had learnt that many of the pupils stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas, and were treated like family while they stayed. Harry, Hermione and Ron had stayed here the last six years. Except Ron was not here this year. Ron was six feet under ground. It saddened her that she was rather replacing the boy in his friendships, yet never knowing him. Hermione talked about him a lot, and at the same time, she always had this special glint in her eyes, as if to say Ron was more of just a friend to her.

A half-hour later, Liz and her fellow house had been led to the dorms, in order for them to go to sleep. Tomorrow would be her first day, but first she had promised herself she would write to Maria so she did. She borrowed some of Hermione's 'Hogwarts' writing paper, her quill and a pot of ink.

Dear Maria, she wrote.

I'm sorry I didn't write before, I've been so busy. Pathetic excuse I know. You might be wondering about the way you received this letter. It's called owl mail. It is a common way for most witches and wizards to correspond. Yes, you heard me right, witches and wizards. My cousin Hermione is almost a fully-fledged witch and is in her final and seventh year of magic school. My transferral is to this school, so for my final year, there will be no math, no chemistry, biology or physical ed., instead it will be potions, care of magical creatures, transfiguration or defence against the dark arts. Yes, I'm training to be a witch. Lessons start tomorrow, while today was the journey.

We arrived at Kings Cross Station in London, to get on the 'Hogwarts Express' from Platform 9 ¾ at 11 o'clock. There is no such platform in the muggle (non-magical world) station. You have to go through the ticket barrier between nine and ten. I am completely serious; this was me walking through walls. The train is like one of those old steam trains, and it takes half the day to get to the school. The school is in Scotland, at the head of a long loch in the Highlands. The actual school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is some old castle in the middle of nowhere. It's huge! Please don't try to put me in a mental home because of this letter! Think of normal to us, aliens and all, then remember that if aliens exist, so does the magical world. Remember that British T.V. programme, The Worst Witch? It is all true. I have a wand and an owl, and black robes and a witch's hat.

Could you please give the enclosed letter to Max, no peeking! I'm sure everyone will all read this letter. No, I'm not captured by evil demons and they are forcing me to write this. I am perfectly fine and enjoying myself more than I have in a long time. I will write soon. The owl's name is Hedwig, it is a friends owl. It is more trained than my one and knows its way much better than mine. She might stick around for a few days; she likes to eat most things. She is waiting for a reply. Write a letter then roll it up and tie it to her leg like you found mine. I will write again soon, now though, I am exhausted and must sleep; as I have a big day tomorrow. Well, so Hermione tells me, she should know really, she is head girl. Love to everybody,

Liz xxx

Ps. Technology does not work here, so there are no telephones, and the only music is the stuff we make ourselves. What a laugh!

Liz ended the letter, and started to write Max a short one.

Dear Max, it began.

After reading Maria's letter, you must also think me crazy. I wanted to tell you first that I am considering staying at school for the Christmas holidays. It is only two weeks after all and it is expensive to fly to America and back for such a short time period. I could use apparition with Hermione's help, but we will just have to see. I am told that when you stay for the holidays, you are treated like family and the school becomes more like a home than a place of learning. In addition, I will get to see snow for the very first time. That is something I would certainly stay for. If you believe I do not care about your son, forget it right this minute! I am beginning to think that Distant Relationships do not work as I haven't heard from you yet and I have been here for a month. I gave you the contact number and address so you have no excuse. I think we should cool off for now. You need to concentrate on Alien matters, and I, schoolwork and a new life over here. It will be better for both of us in the long term, you'll see. Don't reply to this letter unless you really have to, all my love,

Liz

Liz closed Max's letter magically and sent it along with the other letter. She told Hedwig: Roswell, New Mexico.

She lay down in her bed, opened the window slightly for air, and fell straight to sleep.

Draco Malfoy watched the owl fly past his window, knowing from the direction it flew, this was no local letter. He intercepted it with more than a little struggle, reading it, sealing it magically yet again, and sending it on its way.

TBC…