"Bings, Amanda," Professor Magonagal called out by the sorting hat. A girl with long blonde hair walked up.

"She's going to be a Slytherin," Draco whispered to Hermione. They had been guessing which house the first years would be sorted into.

"SIYTHERIN!" The hat called out. Draco and Hermione shared a smile and the next student was called up.

"Charles, Jon," a boy with dark brown hair and glasses.

"Ravenclaw," Hermione whispered.

"Hufflefpuff," Draco whispered back.

"GRYFINDOR!" the hat yelled.

"Darn." Hermione and Draco said at the same time as the table burst with claps and shouts. This little game continued till, "Zackery, Mark," was called and sorted into Ravenclaw. Then Dumbledore rose to address the school.

"Well another beginning to another school year. I hope that all had a nice summer and have brought back with you your empty heads so that we can fill them up again!" he chuckled then continued, "I hope that all students old and new understand that the dark forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds," he looked at the Gryffindor table unparticular at that, even though his eyes flicked to the Slytherin table, "But before all this wonderful food is consumed I must introduce our new defense against the dark arts teacher! Professor Popa!" a woman with long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail stepped out from the side door beside the staff table. She made her way up the staff table bowed and took a seat through the applause that she received, "This is the beginning to a new year. I hope you all feel safe here at Hogwarts this year. Well! Enough of an old man's ramblings! Tuck in!" With that he sat down and food appeared on the plates. There was a round of shocked awes from the first years and then the nice clinking sounds of forks and knives against the plates.

"What do you think Professor Popa is going to be like?" Hermione asked the group of people who were setting near.

"Let's hope she's not anything weird. I mean… We've had… You-Know-Who, Lockheart, A werewolf, a death eater, a toad… I hope she's not a vampire!" Lee Jordan listed off.

"I don't think she's a vampire," Hermione started, "She's not pale enough. Besides how will she teach if she has classes during the day?"

"Well… At least Snape didn't get it. I bet he's still sour about not getting the job," Ron commented.

"Snape would do much better than anyone else that Dumbledore could possibly hire," Draco whispered to Hermione.

"Yes but you don't like him remember?" Hermione whispered back sharply.

"Yeah… So who's the new quidditch team leader?" Draco asked Ron.

"Erm… I was thinking you would… But would you rather me be?" Ron asked without looking at him.

"Only if you want to…" Draco said with out looking up from his plate.

"Sure… I'll get everything set up with Macgonal.

At the Slytherin table….

"So Draco… When is our first quidditch practice?" someone asked from up the table.

"Haven't really thought about it. I'll get to you later," Harry answered. He was still trying to get over the fact that his karate teacher was here at Hogwarts. She was going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"You alright Draco?" Pansy asked from his right.

"Yeah… I think… I've seen Professor Popa before," Harry sneered. A trait of Draco's not his.

"Is she a pure blood? I hope she's not a mudblood or half-blood! That would make things worse! I wish Umbridge was still here," Pansy mumbled more to herself then to anyone.

Dinner continued quietly and uneventful, unless you call Crabbe and Goyle shoving themselves to bursting point an event. Pansy and Harry left the Great Hall after the desserts had finally finished and everyone was getting tired.

As Harry was lead by Pansy to the Slytherin common room, they were followed distantly by a group of Slytherins. In the group there were a couple of first years. One had shoulder length silver hair, his violet eyes roving over every aspect of the corridor walls, the armor, the portraits, and finally resting on Harry. Pansy had slung her arm around Harry's waist and Harry placed his hand on her shoulder gently. She wasn't all that unattractive, too bad Draco had to dump her for Mira… Harry mentally shook himself. What am I thinking! Pansy? Decent? Ugh! I'm starting to think like him now! This is so disgusting!

"Draco Malfoy, is it?" the boy with the long silver hair asked. Harry turned around to face the boy letting go of Pansy.

"Yes… Who are you?" Harry said effortlessly as if he really were Draco. The boy with the silver hair smiled a small smirk.