Just so you all know, the last chapter didn't really do anything, besides lead into this chapter. I didn't want to end up making this chapter too many pages, because it's already hard enough to load up only five each time from Microsoft Word…my computer is EVIL! Did I mention I love all of my reviewers?

A weird random note: I love the band Lucid Days (…MY NAME…ooo, now I've reviled my secret. Go to for information on the band if you want to.)

I'm VERY sorry it took forever to write this chapter. Thanksgiving took days off of my writting, plus my new play (Little House at Plum Creek), and who knows what else. I'll try to make my chapters more consistant from now on. At least one a week...

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story, besides Nix.


"Wait a minute, where have I heard that name before?" Ron looked at Hermione whose face became a ghostly shade of white.

"Did she just say Nix?" Hermione looked at Harry for confirmation, who nodded at her looking a little confused by her reaction to the name.

"Wolfwood? Nix Wolfwood?" Hermione squeaked, and again Harry nodded at her, looking to Ron for some sort of explanation.

"Oh," Ron looked back at the girl and then to Hermione, his brain connecting with the events. "The letter!"

Hermione reached into the pocket of the jeans she was wearing under her robes and pulled it out, reading it out loud once more, "Hermione, It's been eleven years. Please take care of Nix."

"What's going on here?" Harry looked at Hermione confused and back to the little girl on the stool, who still hadn't become sorted by the hat.

"I'll explain later." Hermione whispered to him, watching the young girl carefully.

"Does the bet still apply?" Ron questioned Hermione, who shrugged at him, obviously not giving a hoot about anything other than Nix.

Everybody stared at the hooded girl, some wide-eyed, and some just not caring. The other sorted were called out fairly fast, but there was something about this Nix girl. Harry was starting to even feel sorry for her, and he had no ties to her. It was just that he understood what she was going through, with the whole Gryffindor/Slytherin situation in first year. Maybe that was happening to her as well.

Another ten minutes passed, and sweat was visibly dripping down the girl's forehead. Hermione took hold of Ron's hand and squeezed it so tight that he let out a tiny yelp.

"Sorry." Hermione mumbled, not taking her eyes off of the girl.

"It's okay." Ron replied, taking his hand from her grasp and rubbing it, keeping it just out of her grasp.

"Gryffindor!" The hat finally shouted out and the hall applauded as normal and both Harry and Hermione sighed (Harry's sighed because he's be able to keep his money). Ron was the only one who groaned and handed over a sickle to Harry and had to restrain himself from sticking his tongue out at his best friend. Nix joined the trio at the house table, sitting on the opposite end and starting up a conversation with a second year Hermione vaguely recognized as one of the boys who tested Fred and George's candy.

"So, who is she?" Harry asked his two friends, whom looked at each other and then down at the table. "Ron?"

"Look mate, it's not my place to tell you. If you want to know, Hermione'll tell you." was all Ron said in return.

"Come on Hermione," Harry waved a hand in front of her to bring her attention back to him, eagerly asking her what was on his mind. "Seriously, what do you know about that Nix girl?"

"I'll tell you later," She whispered to him, "I don't want people around me to hear it."

Harry was about to open his mouth to object when Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and began his welcoming speech.

"As you all know, we have begun yet another New Year at this glorious school, except first years who'll all be tortured by potions masters." He smiled at Professor Snape with a twinkle in his eyes and everybody in the room started laughing, except the first years who, if they did laugh they did it nervously.

"The forbidden forest is, well forbidden." He chuckled at his own joke, ignoring the lack of laughs gained from it. "Lastly I could like to introduce you all to your new Professor, Professor Chrestomanci. He will be teaching your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and just apparated from Italy a few days ago, so let's all give him a round of applause."

The hall burst into applause, and many of the girls whistled loudly from him. He was a very nice looking man, he was moderately tall, had a nice complexion, and had lovely curly black hair covering the top of his head. He looked no more than twenty-five years old.

"I hope he's nothing like that stupid git we had in second year." Ron mumbled, already becoming jealous of the teaching, believing he was out to seduce Hermione. Just like every other guy, besides Harry, his brothers, and his dad. He just couldn't trust any other guy with his 'Mione.

The applause finally died down after a few minutes and Dumbledore rose again to speak, "Remember all, amabimus, terrebimus, sed non saepe verit."

Most of the student body looked around, a bit confused at what he had just said. Ron was one of the few that let his stupidity show, in his own way by asking Hermione, "Did he just make up a language?"

Hermione buried her head in her hands, embarrassed that her boyfriend didn't know that the Headmaster had just spoke a language that the spells that he preformed daily were all derived from words from the ancient Romans. The language called Latin. She also prayed that nobody else noticed his horrible mistake. But, ignorance is bliss, as they say.

Ron began to get fidgety when Dumbledore sat down, waved his arm, and said, "Let the feast began." The nanosecond wait for the food to actually appear in front of him was almost death. But, it finally did magically appear out of nowhere, and everyone piled their plates to their hearts content, the trio forgetting momentarily about Nix.

That is, until Hermione saw her stand up and walk out of the hall. When Hermione did see it, she too got up and followed the first year out of the Great Hall. Little did she know; she was too being followed. Ron saw her slip out, grabbed Harry, and ran after her.

Nix turned the corner and slipped into a room which Harry did not noticed was the girl's bathroom until too late. They entered and received cold stares from the few girls powdering their noses and whatnot.

"What are you doing in here?" Hermione asked, after the girls at the mirror left, leaving them alone with Nix and Hermione.

"We were following you." Ron and Harry both grinned sheepishly after Ron's response.

"Why'd you get up?" Harry cut in, still blushing a little at being in an open girl's bathroom.

"I was following Nix." Hermione answered matter-of-factly, getting an odd stare from the younger girl.

"Why were you following me?" Nix spoke for the first time, folding her arms across her chest and a mix between a Texan American and British accent was heard.

"Well, I have something to tell you." Hermione bit her lip and looked at Ron and Harry for support.

"What's going on here, do you know this girl?" Harry asked Hermione, sounding hurt because he knew she was keeping something important from him.

"Yes and no." Hermione answered, getting more hurtful looks from both Harry and Nix.

"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked Hermione in a tone, which received a nasty glare from Ron.

"Look, this isn't easy for her. Cool off a bit, will you?" Harry put his hands up in defeat and promised to let Hermione talk to Nix without another interruption.

"I believe I knew your mom, before she left England." That got the girl's attention, and she moved out of the corner of the bathroom and towards Hermione.

"How did you know my mater?" Nix asked Hermione curiously.

"I'm related to her, I'm related to Millie Thompson Granger." She informed the younger child, getting an even more confused look from Harry, and a very unreadable one from nix.

"May I ask how?" Nix asked, staring Hermione up and down.

"I'm her younger sister, actually her only sibling."

"So, you claim to be my aunt?" She looked at Hermione doubtfully, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen." Hermione gave a one-worded response, a rare occurrence from the brain.

"That would make you five when I was born."

"I was only five, yes."

"Wait," Harry interjected, "You have a sister?"

"Yeah she does, now would you shut up?" Ron hissed at him and dragged him to the opposite side of the room.

"If you're really my aunt, then do you know who my father is?"

"Nicholas Wolfwood I believe, I don't know much about him though. I was only five at the time, remember."

"Okay, what houses were my parents in at Hogwarts?" Nix folded her arms across her chest smugly.

"Nicholas was in Gryffindor, like we are, and Millie was in Ravenclaw."

"Wait a minute," Ron interrupted, "Millie's a witch?

"You knew about her sister?" Harry glared at his best friend.

"Hold on!" Nix screamed, "I'm a bit confused right now."

"As am I." Hermione smiled weakly while handing Nix the note she know knew she has received from her sister, ignoring Harry's, "That goes double for me."

"Mater sent you this?" Nix asked, recognizing the handwriting immediately.

"I believe that is hers, yes."

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Harry cut it, "but we need to get back to the Great Hall."

"I don't believe you're really sorry." Nix mumbled under her breath just audible enough for Hermione to hear, smiling a little at her joke.

"He's right." Hermione nodded.

"She's a prefect." Harry whispered to Nix behind Hermione's back.

"I heard that!" Hermione informed Harry in a singsong voice.

"She doesn't let anything slide, and it's worse if she knows you." Ron put in, laughing at the rise he was getting from his girlfriend.

"Nix, ignore them, they're both gits. We can talk more after the feast."

Nix nodded and followed the three back to the Hall, taping Hermione on the back before she sat down.

"Yes?" Hermione turned around and smiled at her newly found niece.

"I just wanted you to know, you look just like her."

Hermione smiled at the complement and sat down again in her previous spot.

"Oh yes," Nix smiled, "I also thought you should now, Mater already told me that you'd be here. I just wanted to see if you knew anything about my dad, my mater doesn't tell me anything about him."

Hermione opened her mouth in shock as Nix strolled by casually, smiling at the joke she had just pulled on her mater's sister. Somebody has to finish the job that Millie wasn't able to.


A/N: The new teacher was taken from one of my favorite books: The Chrestomanci Quartet by Diana Wynne Jones (is it me, or are my favorite authors all females?).

Now for the translation of Dumbledore's speech: "We will be loved, we will be feared, but not often for the truth." I hope you all know I haven't gotten past second declension in my Latin class, and I've never done anything in the dative case. (Latin two…woo!) So, I feel very special being able to translate this sentence into Latin. I hope you all know I had to get my Latin Two book, and figure out how to decline third declension feminine dative on my own. I only know nominative, genitive, and accusative first declension feminine, second declension masculine, and second declension neuter. What keeps me going? Because it's something that I can do better than Drew, and that's all that matters.

For those of you who read this story and don't review it…SHAME! After all I did for you! Also, I'm more likely to read stories of those who review mine. (Another little note for you non reviewers) I don't always do it right away, because I'm pretty busy…but every now and then I get an hour or two to go online and do things. (Ten minutes a day has been enough to go through the reviews and update stories, but that's about it.) So that means to my reviewers, I love you all! I also want to know if you'd like me to respond to you personally in my chapters.

Example:

Lucid-03-days: I know, that is funny, but you'll never guess what's actually going to happen next.

I'll start doing that if enough people give me the okay on it. I'll try to update faster next time, the recent holiday had be busy for a little while, but I'm pretty sure I have nothing coming up until December 4th, when my play begins.

EGO AMO TE! R, R, & W…Magister dixit!