Disclaimer- I own nothing but Belus, Talus and Jemison! And I created the plot.

Ahhhh, I love Reviews! Thanks to my reviewers, keep em coming. To answer the question where I got Belus' name from I got the name from a mythology book. More unusal names to come! And Jem's full name is Jemison Ciara Morgan. Well here ya go, and forgive all the writing mistakes MNI is down and my beta readers went with it and so I have no way to get the stories profread until MNI is back up. And Sorry I just noticed that the story was'nt put on the website on Friday, so I'm going to try and upload it AGAIN today, sorry.

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Hermione and Ginny rode on Belus with me as we headed back to the Burrow. Aunt Molly seemed a bit reluctant to allow Gin to ride, but I assured her Belus was safe... enough. Two people were more suited to Belus' size, but he did'nt mind carrying an extra passenger. Uncle Arthur loved Belus almost as much as Hermione did, and Belus loves the attention.

"So what's Harry really like?" I asked curiously. He seemed a bit shy for all the attention he surley got. I knew a bit of his story, not all of it though. We never worried about Voldemort in America. Harry had been really sweet though, he has a good sense of humor and is really cute, if not hot. He was tall and broad shouldered, very muscular with a slim waist. He had gorgeous emerald eyes and attractive messy black hair.

"Harry? Oh he's really a sweet boy. He's Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain and Seeker." Hermione said in a matter-of-fact voice. I smiled.

"So Hermione what's up with you and Ron?" I asked good naturedly. She blushed.

"We've been dating for a month now..." she said happily. Ah, true love. It made me wish I had a boyfriend. I'd only been out with a guy once, and that did'nt last very long... he was a jerk and alll... Our realationship lasted a whole of two days, something tells me we were'nt that compatible. I sighed happily, closing my eyes as dusk surronded us and cool warm air blew our hair. I loved dusk, it was so beautiful as the sun set and stars started to peep out.

A week later Mom and Dad arrived, and we had a feast in the garden. It was the night before our departure for Hogwarts. So far I had made it without any major inncidents, that is until that night as we sat around a groaning picnic table.

"Harry, mate. There's only one explanation, your just plain ugly." Ron joked with a laugh, and a punch from Harry. It seemed Harry and his third girlfriend this summer had recently broken up. "Ask anyone Harry."

"Ginny? Hermione help me out here..." Harry said in mock pleading. I grinned, enjoying the humor. "So what about you Jemison?" Harry asked softly, he turned those dark green eyes on me.Ahh, well I don't rightly know what made me do it. Maybe it was his eye's that I seemed to drown in, but before I recovered me wits about me I blurted out,

"Harry I think your quite hot, the front view is as nice as the back." I said with a wink. Wait... Did I just say that aloud? Harry blushed slightly and my whole face turned bright crimson. Thankfully I was at the end of the table, and the adults did'nt hear me. The surronding people stared at me in shocked silence. Beside me Fred sniggered, it was almsot as if.... no.... I had watched my cup very carefully. I glanced down at my apple juice, just the color it should be, bright orange... Bright Orange? With a loud curse and a quickness I did'nt know I had possesed I tackled Fred to the ground. I was going to kill him, slip something in my drink will you? I swung my fists as I fought to hit every inch of him, in cousinly love of course. He yelped and tried to roll away, I heard laughing as someone tried to pry me off Fred. It took Bill, George and Ron to haul me to my feet. Mostly because everyone was laughing to hard to do much else, I take it my confession and the rest of the tale had made it's way down the table because Uncle Arthur seemed to find it especially amusing. Ah, at least Aunt Molly did'nt look particulary pleased. I glared over at Fred, quickly calculating what I could acheive for revenge. I avioded Harry all togather. I was considering hexing him into oblivion but Bill seemed to sense this and pronouned a game of Quidditch was to be played down in the Meadow, he was clearly trying to divert my attention. Everyone dispersed quickly. I grumpily went up to grab my broom and Belus and I glided down to the Meadow for a game.

I did like Quidditch, though it was'nt my favorite sport. It seemed to be the only sport Hogwarts offered, so I'd have to make due. At Salem United there were many sports ranging from Quidditch to muggle Football, which I loved. But America also had at least one Wiazarding school in each state, they were a lot more witchs and wizards in America after the Magic Wars of the sixteenth century, when witchs and wizards immigrated and founded America. My broom was a bit old, but in good condition. Ron told me that there was an opening on the Gryffindor team for a Chaser, he seemed to expect me to be in Gryffindor. Gryffindor was fine with me, I did'nt want to be in Ravenclaw but Slytherin sounded interesting though too. I was'nt a good seeker, maybe because I was'nt graceful, or perhaps it was because everything farther than 20ft was slightly blurred and I did'nt want to wear glasses. Ron seemed to think it a bit risky to put a bat in my hand, don't know where he got that idea from. I liked to be a Chaser though, but Keeper was my favorite. I had excellent reflex's, it seemed I was'nt very well cordinated though. And so we gathered in the Meadow, and picked Captains. Bill and Harry. Hermione decided just to watch and keep score. We had just enough players to have 3 Chasers and a Keeper. Bill and the twins constructed three hoops on each side of the Meadow and got a soccer ball. The Goal Hoop's were very creative, being old tires that were magiced into the air to float there without poles. I had Belus stay with Hermione and went out to the middle of the Meadow where we were dividing into teams. It seemed Bill's girlfriend was playing, this would be.... interesting. And Bill and Fleur were on one team, Harry and Ron on another. The twins were put on Harry's team and Ginny and I on Bill's. Harry and Ron looked as if this was going to be to easy, well we'd show them. Bill, Fleur and I were Chasers, while Ginny offered to be goal keeper.

The end score ended up being 40 to 90. And I was very happy, it seemed Harry and the twins did'nt make very good Chasers. Ginny seemed a bit surprised at my excellence at being a Chaser and thought Harry would be a fool not to draft me on the team. This seemed to be enoguh revenge for Fred slipping a Veritabold tablet into my drink, which was the newest invention on the market. Veritabold was good for one question and made the victim answer the question truthfully and with boldness that did'nt usually have.It seemed Harry was Captain and Seeker, Ron the Keeper, Ginny and a girl named Lavender Brown were Chasers and two boys named Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were beaters.We all trouped into the Burrow well after dark and exsausted. Tomarrow was going to be a long day.

Before I knew it we were at Kings Cross Station, all cramped into two different cars. Aunt Molly would'nt let me ride Belus to the Train Station and he flew above the car the whole way. When we reached the Station I grabbed a trolley and Talus and ran through the barrier, Belus following behind invisable. Belus materialized right above my head to the gasps of all surronding me. Luckily Uncle Arthur had accidentally set the muggle alarm clock an hour and a half early so there was very few people here. I followed the clan to the back of the train and we put our trunks in a compartment before making our way back out to the platform, me riding Belus. I loved to ride Belus, and it was better than walking. We all said our good byes, and borded the train to wait.

I stared out the window to see the number of students increaing gradually. Harry, Ron and Ginny were talking about Gryffindor's prospects of the Quidditch Cup this year, Hermione had her nose in a book called Hogwarts A History. She offered to let me borrow it but I don't like non-fiction books, which seemed the only kind Hermione reads. I liked the juicy novels. I looked through the window scooping out any guys how were hot, so I'd be fore warned and not have another little incident. I quickly spotted the hottest guy in the whole of Britain. My window quickly steamed up and I had to wipe at quickly to get a better look at him. You could easily pick him out from the crowd, he wore his arrogance like a cloak. I frowned, I hated arrogance... maybe he was'nt arrogant, maybe it was just me. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He had pale skin and the sun glinted off of silvery blond hair, he looked like the god of love. I sighed happily, glad at the nice scenery. He seemed to sense me watching him because he slowly raised his eyes and stared at me. I blushed as his icy blue eyes which held little specks of silver in them found my fiery hazel ones. He gave a slow knowing smirk. Oh yeah, he was just a tad bit arrogant. I turned in my seat.

"Hermione, who is that boy?" I asked as she scooted over to look out the window. She smiled.

"Already have a boyfriend in mind?" She said with a giggle. I looked up to see Harry and Ron frowning, I gave them a wide innocent grin. "Which one?" She asked curiously. Ginny piled over and tried to crane out the window too. I looked.

"The tall one, right there. The boy with the pale blond hair..." My description my cut off by a little gagging sound which came from Hermione. Ginny laughed, enjoying some amusment in my choice of guys. Not that I liked this guy he was just hot.

"Who is like?" Ron asked as he bolted over to the window.

"She..... likes..... Malfoy..." Ginny wheezed out, tears streaming down her face. I looked up and caught the quizzical look on Ron's face turn to disgust. Harry did'nt seem to happy either.

"Whats the matter with... Malfoy?" I asked wondering what the big deal was. Hermione looked at my in what seemed pity. Ginny quit laughing and grinned up at me.

"Well he's only Harry and Ron's worst enemy. A future Death Eater. And he's had every girl at Hogwarts."

Ginny listed causally. Ron scowled.

"What do you mean he's had every girl?" Ron said heatedly giving Ginny a smoldering look. Ginny sobered quickly.

"Ron quit making assumptions. I mean, Hermione and I hav'nt been out with Malfoy... I meant to say every girl wants to be with Malfoy at Hogwarts." She screwed up her face, probably cursing herself for saying that.

"Yeah Weasly, I already know every girl wants me." A cold, drawing voice came as the hot boy swaggered into our compartment, flanked by two beefy stupid looking boys.

"Get out of here Malfoy." Harry said quickly raising as though itching to fight. I stared in amusment, boy's were so stupid. Ron stepped up beside Harry, I quickly calculated what hex I'd use if they did get into a fight. Two against three was'nt fair afterall.

"I would Potter, but Dumbledore owled me and said that the Head Boy should welcome our new exhcange student." He drawled, he gave me a look that said how he was use to welcoming new female students. This guy was very arrogant, I shot him a look of disgust. Hey he was hot, but he was a jerk. And I'd choose family over a hot arrogant guy anyday, well almsot anyday... I mean what if Johnny Deep showed up at my doorstep, then whats a girl to do? Ahh, well. So I stepped up beside Harry and Ron, making sure Malfoy knew without a doubt whose side I'd be on.

"I'm Head Girl, Malfoy and I have already shown Jem around." Hermione said with a frown. Clearly she had got Malfoy's meaning too.

"Well," he said in a soft, silky voice, "I'll just have give Jem the tour of Hogwarts when we arrive." I caught the dangerous glint in his eyes. I told myself not to tempt him. But one thing I had to much of was pride, I'd be a bloody bludger if I was going to turn down a challenge from this prissy little rich boy, and pass up the chance to take him down a peg or two.

"I' looking foreward to the challenge." I said cooly as he smirked, and turned to leave., "And Malfoy, it's Morgan to you."

The rest of the train trip passed without inccident. Harry and Ron did'nt seemed to like the little challenge Malfoy and I had going. Well to bad, neither was my brother or father. Hermione disapproved, but Ginny stayed neutral. She found it amusing and said she thought me old enough to make my own decisions and besides it would take Pansy Parkinson and Malfoy down a peg. About half way through the trip Hermione announced she had to go on Head Girl duties, Ron quickly followed mentioning something about Prefect dutys. I shot Ginny a sarcastic grin... yeah Prefect duties, whatever. Since when do they hold Prefect meetings in a emtpy compatment at the end of the train? Which from the blush of Hermione's face and the steamy glances passing from one to the other told that's exactly where they were heading. Well, everyone deserved some fun, I guess.

"I've got to go to a Quidditch meeting in another compartment. We signing up for our times on the pitch and scrimages. You guys want to come? Ginny you can scope out the other team's line ups, and Jem you can check out what you'll be up against if you decide to try out for the team..." I murmured yes, but to what I was'nt sure. I just followed Harry, my mind off in some gutter and my eyes enjoying the view as Harry led the way. Ginny nudged me in the arm and gave me a look that said, 'if you don't want another incident like the last time, quit drooling.' I gave her a grin and shrugged lightly, I can't help myself.

When we reached the compatment which was very large there was about twenty other people and it seemed as though most were shouting. As Harry walked over to the other Captains to battle it out for some Pitch time, Ginny took me around introducing me to various players. Hogwarts seemed to host many cute guys. I nodded and smiled a lot, and then Ginny intoduced me to the three other captains. Terry Boot was a tall, slim boy with a dark mop of great hair and dreamy blue eyes. He was the Ravenclaw Captain, he shook my hand and grinned. Then there was Zacharias Smith, a cute sixth year boy. My jaw dropped as I spotted the Slytherin Captain. Malfoy had possed a cool hottness about him, but this boy had a hot fiery hottness. Some could argue that he was hotter than Malfoy, or vice versa. He was tall and muscular, about a head and a half taller than me. He had raven black curls and dark mid night blue eyes. A complete opposite of Malfoy, though he still had the attitude of a Slytherin about him. He inclined his head slightly and smirked a bit before turning back to his arguments with Harry. Well that must be a Slytherin trait or something. I looked foreward to the challenge Blaise Zabini seemed to offer. He was the Slytherin Captain and Head Chaser, when Ginny introduced me as Gryffindor's future Chaser he did'nt seem to think me any worry. I'd show him. He also seemed to dismiss me as nothing, well if Mr. Zabini was looking for a challenge he just found one, and wether he like it or not he'd know me by the end of the year.

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How'd you like this chapter? Any suggestions or critism? Please... PLEASE Review. I'm really busy and my school is hosting our Speech and Debate tournament. And since I'm on the team I've just spent three hours helping to organize it, it was very boring. And two more hours of practice tomarrow and then all day Saturday starting at 7 am is one of our many tournaments. What I'm trying to say is give me some entertainment for the boring days to come. Next to come is Malfoy's tour, a Quidditch match and more.