Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters, I do own Dawn though so don't steal here or I'll attack you with my penguin army.
It was another year at Hogwarts. Harry's seventh year to be exact. The Dark Lord Moldie-Shorts, I mean, Voldemort was defeated by Harry the previous year. The wizarding world was back to normal picking up the pieces that were missing when the Death Eaters were thrown in Azkaban.
Students were gathered in the Great Hall waiting for the first years to be sorted. At the teacher's table Professor Lupin was back for Defense Against the Dark Arts. And everyone look a lot happier, even Snape, and Dumbledor had that special twinkle back in his eye, the one that only he could pull of with out looking like a pervert old guy.
All the house tables were talking quietly and watching the sorting, cheering respectively when someone was sorted into their house. Harry could be seen talking to Ron and Hermione, who had finally gotten over themselves and were a happy couple even with the occasional bickering.
"What's taking so long? I'm hungry," grumbled Ron, "the sorting's done so why aren't we eating?"
"Well if you would have paid attention, you would know that we have exchange student that needs to be sorted," replied Hermione.
They all looked up to see that there was, in fact, a student being sorted. The girl was about 5'5" with rich black hair and startling blue eyes.
"This is our transfer student whom I'm sure you've already heard about," started Dumbledore looking at the students who had surely started the gossip. "I expect you to treat her the same as the rest of your classmates."
"Dawn Light," called Professor McGonagal as the girl made her way to the stool and Sorting Hat.
"Why did she transfer here?" asked Ron.
"I heard that she was kicked out of all her previous schools and this is her last chance," stated Hermione.
"What did she do that was so bad?" asked Harry.
"No one knows," replied Hermione.
"GRIFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.
Dawn rose from the stool and sat down and the end of the table with the rest of the seventh year Griffindors as the table was cheering.
"Hello, My name's Hermione," Hermione said as she shook Dawn's hand, "and this is Harry Potter and Ron Weasely."
"Nice to meet you," Dawn replied with a bright smile and American accent.
They continued to chat until it was time to head off to the dormitories, quickly becoming friends.