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New Chappie!!! Sorry it's so late. Please review, the more reviews the faster the chapters come out. Sorry their so slow coming, I have Speech and Debate Team every Friday afternoon and ALL day on Saturdays. I have to be at my school by 6:45 amand get home around 5pmand it's not fun. Not to mention honors classes and well, Academic Challenge, Sudent Leadership, French Club, 4-h, Concert Choir, Book Club, Art Guild, Ohio Reads Tutor, and I'm missing something but can't remember. Well here ya go.......... Oh yea I'm in the spring play and I'm doing the March talent show with my band :/ So remember GIVE THE GIFT OF A REVIEW, MERRY CHRISTMAS, AND READ&REVIEW equals FASTER CHAPTERS!

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White Roses and Trouble, Chapter 3

Now I know this is hard to believe, but I sat quietly the rest of the way to Hogwarts. Mostly because my thoughts ran wild with thoughts of Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, none that could ever be uttered... But there was this really nice beach scene... er- right. Well we arrived at Hogwarts in rain that was driving down so hard I could'nt see two inches in front of me, a pity really since the veiw of Hogwarts is all I've been hearing about. I did'nt like changing into school uniforms, as we wore whatever robes we wanted at my school back home, but I change out of my dark blue robes and into plain black ones. I rolled Belus up and placed him into small traveling cage, Dumbledore said he would allow Belus to come as my pet, so his students could learn about a different culture and customs. I had'nt met Dumbledore yet, but he got.. unusual reviews. I grinned as Harry offered his hand as we got out into the rain, of course he was just showing me where to go since I'd mostly walk into some lake than find my way to these so called carriages. I loved the rain, you know if you wash your hair in the rain it made it really soft? Well, I do it all the time because it's so much fun, I'll have to show Ginny and Hermione sometime. Harry's hand was rough and warm, and strong. He tugged me along gently, and I really did feel bad as I slipped in the mud and brought us both down. I heard nearby sniggers as I tried to stand and only succeed into grounding the dirt into my knees. I felt like laughing, but I did'nt want Harry to think I was nuts, so I just kept trying to stand. It's really hard to try and stand when mud's up to your knees and rain is beating down apon you so you robes weigh like three hundred tons. I held Belus' traveling cage above my head, not wanting to get him all muddy, because then I'd be up all night trying to wash all of it out of his- carpet. I heard people around us laughing as Harry and I tried to stand and fell back into mud hole. Panting I just sat down and tried to think how to get out of the mud. This situation was really funny and so regardless I just laughed, a sound the rang through the rain. I can't help it, I find almost anything funny. The mud seeped through my robes and the rain brought my hair curling and soaked around me. I was about to let Belus out and resign myself to cleaning all night when a gigantic shadowy figure loomed behind Harry and me. I let out a loud squeak and scrambled to find some sort of footing. The figure just reached down, and with Harry's collar in one hand, and mine in the other lifted us out of the mud and stood us neatly on mildy soild ground. I whimpered slightly, but relaxed slightly when I caught some murmur of thanks from Harry. From that point on Harry did'nt take my hand to my disappointment and just walked beside me. When we finally saw a bright flame of red hair entering a carriage a few feet in front of us we made for it and climbed in.

I grimaced as Hermione squealed over me trying to put some order to my disarray. Though some how the though of standing in front of the whole school covered in mud, was not very funny anymore. I apologized to Harry for bringing him down with me and everything, he just blushed slightly and nodded. Hermione preformd some number of charms which did take most of the mud off me, but she did'nt have time to do anything with my hair and could'nt dry out half of the water. I did'nt know the charms, I knew I should have paid more attention in Home Ec. We walked up some giant stairs before entering huge oak doors, once we were in what was known as The Entrance Hall, groups of students in sodden robes were whispering furiously behind hands and with bent heads. Hermione scowled a bit and turned to me.

"Jem, you'll be going in that room with the first years. Do you need anything?" I shook my head a little before heading off into a small side room with a bunch of little kids. Was I ever that short? Nah. The kids seemed terrified. And whispers like, 'I heard we have to fight a troll to be in Gryffindor' and 'We have to do a whole bunch of spells and stuff, and if you fail your sent home' filled the room. The rumors ran like wild fire. I grinned a bit, before clearing my throat and saying so all could hear,

"I heard that you have to transfigure a dragon, beat a troll with his own club... AND you have to sing the Hogwarts anthem to a three headed dog, who will tear your head off if the music isn't good." I said in my best squeaky scared voice. Little shreiks and exclamations followed my statement, most people agreed that, yes, they had heard about that dog too. After about another ten minutes when a stern looking witch walked in and led us all out, me at the very end. I gasped and gave an awe struck look as I saw the storm torn sky above us, or the celining meant to mirror the sky. There was hundreds of students, all of them starring at me, or so it seemed. I gave my cool, I- could- care- less- about- what- you- think, smile before focusing my gaze unwavering on Dumbledore. He was a very old man, with silver hair and twinkling blue eyes. He seemed to give me a small encouraging smile before surveying the crowd and announcing the start of the Sorting Ceremony. There was a small stool with a black wizards hat apon it, Ron and everyone had told me how the ceremony worked. I did'nt like it one bit. I'd rather take my chances with that dragon, I did'nt want anyone entering my mind, permission or not. I was last to be called and McGonagall gave a small introduction for me as I walked up to the small stool and placed the hat on my head cautiously, it seemed as the whole of the Great Hall had it's breath held.

Ahh, Jemison Morgan. I've had your Mother, and everyone else on the Weasly side. I was wondering if your parents would have you here or at a school abroad. Well, Well, very interesting. Do you have a house you'd prefer?....

I really don't know. I don't want to be in the wrong house. I know I should'nt be in Hufflepuff, I'm dead lazy. And even though I get good marks, I never study and don't really like school work, so that disqualifies me from Ravenclaw....

So Slytherin or Gryffindor, then?....

... Yes, but I don't know which, I'd rather be in...

You'd do good in both....

I'm ambitious, but I would only do things the right way to get to the top. But I will get to the top. I am brave but it takes me a bit to gather my courage....

You know what house you belong in

Which O-

"GRYFFINDOR" The hat cried out to loud applause. I grinned and set the hat down, just as I was about to bolt from the platform, Dumbledore's voice rang out.

"And now Miss Morgan will grace us will a small piece about herself, that she has prepared over the summer."

I froze. I knew I had forgotten something. I turned back after throwing a paniced galance over in Hermione's direction. I stepped up onto the center of the platfrom and for the first time got a good look at the teachers. There was my cousin Charlie grinning at me like an idiot, then there was a greasy haired teacher who looked at me like I was a big pile of dung, next to him was a young witch with spikey pink hair, next to her a man who looked to be about thirty four but had light gray sprinkled in his light brown hair. On the otherside was the giant who must have been the one to pick me out of the mud, he did'nt look so... scarry in the light, and there was a grizzled hair man next to him with this really weird blue eye that spun about wildly. He must be Mad-Eye Moody, I've heard about him. There was various other teachers that did'nt catch my attention so I turned and looked out across the sea of students. All of which were starring at me, I'm sure most of the older ones saw that I was unprepared and settled in to get some entertainment.


I know this is very short and poorly written, but I had to force myself to do this bit cause it is sort of boring and I don't want to rewrite it cause it'll take to long and I want to start writing the fun stuff... There might be another chapter out this weekend, I go on christmas vacation on the 23rd so more chappies! REVEIW PRETTY PLEASE!