These characters aren't mine, sadly, and I make no profit from (insert story the particular fic of mine you are reading is based on here). I cry out to the stars, "If only, if only."

By the by, watch out, a few of the characters may be ooc. (out of character for those of you who don't know what that stands for.)

Chapter 1: Deena MacDonald

Dumbledore's office again? Draco Malfoy sighed as he walked through the halls of Hogwarts. Just what had he done this time? He couldn't think of a single rule he'd broken. It was his Seventh year, and he'd only been to the office about a gazillion times. (He was breaking rules right and left, trying to be more of a nuisance than Potter.) It was the first week of October and the chill of fall was setting in.

He found that a trip to Dumbledore's office got shorter with every trip, and he was there in no time. Upon admittance, he flung himself into a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"What have I done now?" Draco drawled lazily.

"Actually it's what the Ministry and I hope you'll do," Dumbledore replied. "We need someone to go to America and retrieve a student, Deena MacDonald."

"Why doesn't someone from the Ministry go?"

"There are no members of the Ministry available to go. Also, we wanted someone her own age to befriend her and persuade her to come," Dumbledore explained. He slid a picture across the desk to Draco.

It was a Muggle picture; it didn't move. The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a cutesy little girl look about her, making her seem about twelve, but what Draco could see of her cleavage told him she was older.

"So you want me to go to America and bring this"- (He searched his mind for the name Dumbledore had used.)- "Deena to Hogwarts? Sounds simple enough," Draco said confidently.

"You'll be enlisting in the public school and your schedule will follow hers exactly. You'll go under the alias Derek Minks."

"Minks?" Draco asked scornfully.

"Yes, you'll be staying with the Thompsons as a cousin once-removed on your mother's side. They'll pick you up at the airport"-

"Airport? Why do I have to travel Muggle style?"

"The public school is also Muggle. And you're traveling Muggle style to make the whole thing less conspicuous," Dumbledore explained.

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Deena MacDonald tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She was listening to her friend Ray, who was explaining her latest problem to Deena. Deena thought about a logical conclusion as the bus lurched to a stop in front of the high school.

"Another week in the hellhole begins," Deena said to Ray, causing Ray to laugh. They walked into the building and Deena noticed a new student examining his schedule and map of the school, looking lost and confused. His hair was slicked back, rich-kid style and he was wearing dress slacks and a button-up-the-front white dress shirt. She couldn't help but notice his silver-blonde hair and wondered if he had shocking blue eyes.

"Deena? Haven't you been paying attention?" Ray asked, bringing Deena back into focus.

"Sorry. I just remembered something I have to do. See you later," Deena excused herself, heading towards the new boy. Ray called out a good bye and left. Deena stopped in front of the boy. "Hi. Can I help you?"

He looked up into her eyes. She was somewhat surprised by his grey eyes. "I'm looking for homeroom 211," he drawled in a cold voice that sent shivers up her back.

"Oh, that's my homeroom. I'll show you the way. But we'll have to stop at my locker. Follow me," she said, leading him to the second floor.