A/N:Hey all my wonderful readers! This chapter is dedicated to three people:

1. Scott. My inspiration for getting on the computer and typing up this chapter, finally.

2. Danielle. I love Danielle like a sister, and I really wish she would tell me what she-knows-who said in his letter to her!

3. Tina. Tina because she is soooo nice to me, and is definitely a role model to me. Yeah, just don't tell her I said that.

Disclaimer: As usual, anything that doesn't seem familiar, it's mine. Not that there's much else that belongs to me…

Please ignore any typos... It's late and I'm tired...

Now, on to the story…


Harry walked toward the nearest carriage, so that the three of them wouldn't be separated. As he had seen the year before, the thestrals stood there, shaking their invisible heads at people passing by. They pulled up to the dark grounds, with the castle's many windows shining with a warm welcoming glow. As they entered the Great Hall, Harry heard a loud scuffle beyond the doors, where the first years would enter.

"Must be those new first years," Ginny muttered, and the others nodded their heads in agreement.

The doors opened and the long awaited first years entered the hall. Some of their eyes were filled with fear anticipating what was coming next, where as others shone with confidence. Harry glanced quickly at the line where two students stood out of place. One was a boy, the other a girl, who looked much older than eleven, and the hall was filled with a soft rumble of muttering about the two. If they noticed, they didn't show it. Just then the Sorting Hat started up it's song.

Finally, the hat finished it's song, and Professor McGonagall stepped up to read off the list of names. The two seemed to be brother and sister, since the girl kept poking the boy in the ribcage and pointing to various objects. Finally, Professor McGonagall called the boy's name.

"O'Connor, David," she said peering over her glasses.

He walked to the stool, and sat down. He seemed quite calm, and reserved. He was short, with longish, red-brown hair, and had bright blue eyes. "RAVENCLAW!" shouted the hat finally. After this, he stood up, amid polite applause, and wandered over to his table.

"How old do you think he is?" asked Ron quietly to Harry and Hermione.

"I have no idea, but I think he's looks around our age," replied Harry, not taking his eyes off the girl.

"O'Connor, Olivia," said McGonagall.

"Must be brother, and sister," said Hermione.

"Way to point out the obvious, Hermione," said Ron rolling his eyes.

Hermione turned around, scowled at him menacingly, and said, "At least I can point out the obvious."

Ron scowled, as everyone turned away, trying to conceal their laughter.

They turned their attention back to the Sorting Hat as it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" Olivia was tall, had extremely long, curly reddish-brown hair, with blue eyes and glasses. She stood up happily, waved to her brother, and walked over to the table.

"Is this seat taken?" she smiled, as she asked Hermione, motioning to the empty seat next to her, across from Harry.

"No, not at all, please sit!" said Hermione to the girl.

After taking her seat, nobody paid attention to the rest of the sorting ceremony. All their eyes were on Olivia; even Harry couldn't help it!

"Hi! I'm Olivia, but you can call me Liv, or Livvy." She looked around, and when she realized everyone was staring at her , her cheeks turned pink, but she still smiled.

Hermione finally said, "I'm Hermione, this is Ginny, that's Ron, and that's Harry." Each one smiled and waved in turn.

Harry was about to say something when-

"This year as I'm sure you can tell, we have two transfer students- David and Olivia O'Connor. Please treat them as you would treat anyone else. As always the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all student (his eyes wandered over to the Gryffindor table). There will be quidditch try-outs on Saturday, any student who would like to try, please see the message board in your common room. Mr. Filch has added more articles, to his banned list. The list is now up to 606 items, please check out the full list posted on his office door. Now, I know how you hate to hear an old man drone on, but there's one more thing I have to say before you stuff yourself with the delicious food. This year especially, I expect interhouse relationships to be at their best ever. Now, please, eat," Dumbledore said, finally sitting down.

As all the delicious foods appeared, Olivia muttered to herself, and looked on amazed at all of the food. After everyone filled their plates, they started asking her questions.

"So, where are you from," asked Ginny.

""Oh, well I lived in the states for awhile, and we moved to France, about maybe- six years ago. My brother and I were invited to Hogwarts, but because we were so far, Mum sent us to Beauxbatons instead."

"WOW! So, why did you move? I mean, France is amazing!" said Hermione.

"Oh yes, it is wonderful! I didn't move, not from France, and not from the United States either. We moved to France because of my daddy's job, and we moved to England because my parents divorced. I live with my Mom near Bristol," she answered.

"That's so sad, I'm sorry," said Hermione.

"No, really, it's okay. You had no idea, and it's not as if I wasn't expecting it," said Olivia.

Ron mumbled something, but everybody turned to him with confused faces because he had his mouth full of turkey at the time.

"Ummm… I think he meant to ask whether you had any siblings," said Harry who understood, and spoke fluent "boca de mucha comida."

"Oh," she laughed. "Yes, I have an older brother, Teddy, who's just turned twenty-one. He chose to go to Durmstrang, I rarely ever saw him, and now he lives somewhere in Canada, but I'm not exactly sure where. Then there's little Gracie, she my younger sister. She's fifteen, but she stayed in France with my Daddy so she could go to Beauxbatons. Then, of course, there's David. He's my twin brother, and older by two minutes. We get along best," she said.

"Wow, that's pretty big, but not as big as our family," said Ron, after swallowing.

"Yes, that's right, in our family…" Ginny started, but Harry heard no more, he was paying to much attention to Olivia…

Finally, dinner was done with, and it was time to go up to the common room. Harry and Ron were about to take a short cut through the dungeons, when they heard someone call their names.

"Harry! Ron!" Ginny called out.

The two turned around.

"I need to know the password, Hermione and I are taking Olivia on a quick tour of the castle," said Ginny quickly.

"It's… uh…" started Ron.

"Chicken golbladder," finished Harry.

"Thanks, Harry," said Ginny, rolling her eyes at Ron. As Ginny went back to find Hermione and Olivia, the two friends turned around.

Harry couldn't get Olivia out of his head. Her long, curly, hair, that she had braided under each of her ears. Her blue eyes that could brighten any day, along with an amazing smile that was always upon her face.

Ron could tell for once, "So, Harry, do you like Olivia as much as you liked Cho, or what?"

Harry smiled, and said " No, I definitely like Olivia more."

At this Ron laughed.

"Well, what about you? I mean, you've only like Hermione for what? Three or four years?"

"Yeah…" said Ron, "But she would never like me anyway."

"Maybe… Maybe not… I mean, you don't know for sure!"

"What are you saying?" asked Ron, obviously confused.

"Uh. Never mind," said Harry shaking his head and chuckling. "Let's just get to the common room, and sleep."

"I know what you mean, and I'm tired too. Let's go," said Ron heading down the seventh corridor and stopping in front of the Fat Lady.


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