Thanks for your review, outthere101, Furuba4eva! They mean a lot! Okay, so we left off where Megan had just asked the Trio if they wanted to shop with Hagrid and her. Oh, and, I messed up when I said it would be her 16th birthday in a week, it's more like her 17th, just to clear things up.

"Yeah, sure. So, what year are you in?" Harry asked.

"Not sure yet. I'm going to be 17 on July 31st. But since I've never been to Hogwarts before, I have to go a week early so the Professors can test me and see which year to put me in. So, what year are you in?" Megan finished, out of breath having said the last part all in one breath.

"I'm going into my sixth year at Hogwarts. I, like you, am having my 17th birthday on July 31st. D'you know which house you're in?" Harry asked, partially knowing the answer. Megan shook her head.

"So, what do you miss most when you're at Hogwarts?" Megan asked all three of them.

"Well, I miss being able to threaten my cousin, but I can live without it as long as I'm NOWHERE near him." Harry said with a grin.

"Imissmumsmycookinghome." Ron said, obviously tongue-tied. But after a few minutes, when Hermione didn't say anything, you answered the question yourself.

"I think I'll miss my Walkman, but maybe there's someway to make it work without batteries. Oh, and my computer, since it says in Hogwarts A History that no muggle electronics work. Oh, I'll miss all of it." Megan added with a sigh.

"WAIT! You've read Hogwarts A History? Me too! These boys here didn't even know that you couldn't appa" Hermione started, but Megan cut her off.

"Rate on Hogwarts grounds." She finished. "You two didn't know that! Oh my gosh, do you two even know what a book is?" After that, Megan and Hermione chatted the rest of the day.

"Leave it to Hermione to take her away from us that quickly." Ron muttered to Harry as he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, Megan, we need to get you a wand." Hagrid said.

"Bloody hell. Hagrid your speech! It's different! What happened?" Ron said, thinking that his ears had deceived him.

"Well, since las' year, that horrible Umbridge woman, I took a few lessons from Dumbledore to improve my speech. Doesn't it sound better?" Hagrid asked.

"Well, yeah. Loads better." Ron said. "We're at Ollivanders, Megan."

When they all piled into the small shop, a scary looking man walked right up to Megan. "Which is your wand-hand?" He asked.

"Pardon?" Megan asked, clearly confused.

"Which hand do you write with, so to speak." Harry said, knowing fully well what she was going through, having been through it once himself.

Megan stuck out her left hand. Ollivander (or what Megan was assuming was Ollivander) pulled out a tape measure that started to measure Megan by itself. "Try this," Ollivander said, as he pulled out a long thin stick. "Unicorn hair, 11 ½ inches, rosewood." He said. Megan, having gotten familiar with her aunts wand, gave it a wave when all the pages out of a book started ripping themselves out. "Guess not. Try this one, phoenix hair, 12 inches, oak." After he said this, Megan waved the wand and her hair flew everywhere. "That will be twelve galleons."

After Megan had paid him, she left the shop feeling particularly happy.

"Well, we best be off then, Megan. I expect the Headmaster will be wanting to see yeh. Bye 'Mione, Harry, Ron." Hagrid said.

"See ya!" Megan called over her shoulder.

"Oh, Megan, I got yeh something. For your birthday." When he said this, he pulled out a jet-black owl.

"Oh, THANK YOU HAGRID!" Megan screamed and leapt up to give him a hug.

"Don't forget to write me!" Hagrid said, shortly before departing.

When Megan got to the Great Hall, a man with a long white beard was waiting for her. "Miss Johnson, I trust your journey wasn't too dreadful." He said.

"Quite the contrary, I met Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. It couldn't have been better! Uh, Mr. Uhh. I'm sorry, I didn't happen to catch your name." Megan said, trying to be, once again, polite.

"I didn't mention it. I'm Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster. Well, are you ready to get tested?" He asked. Megan nodded. Professor Dumbledore led her through some corridors and up to a pair of stone gargoyles. "Pepper Imps." He said, then, the gargoyles sprang to the side!

"Wow." Megan muttered.

"Miss Johnson, this is Professor McGonagall, your transfiguration teacher." He gestured to an older woman wearing a set of emerald green robes. "Professor Flitwick, your charms teacher." A short man stood up from his chintz chair, even though it made no difference in his height whatsoever. "Professor Snape, your potions master." A man with EXTREMELY (notice how I exaggerated the word extremely,) greasy hair and a large hooked nose nodded. "Madam Hooch, your Flying Class teacher." A woman with large hawk-like eyes shook Megan's hand. "Professor Sprout, your herbology teacher." Another woman stood up with wiry gray hair and also shook Megan's hand.

"Well, I reckon you did very well. All of the professors agree that you should go into your sixth year. As for your house, you shall not know until the first night when all of the students arrive. You shall be sorted with the first years at the Beginning of Term Feast. Until that day, you shall have your own quarters to live in. Your belongings are already there. Follow me." As Dumbledore led her through the castle, she tried to cunt how many twists and turns there were, but she quickly lost count. "What would you like your password to be?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"The amazing bouncing ferret!" Megan exclaimed, remembering one summer when Draco had told her all about him being turned into a ferret. Megan also remembered when she had first met Draco; her aunt had introduced him to her when his father had come over to do some business.

"I daresay you'll like it here. If you like, you may live here the remainder of the year instead of the dormitories. Think about it." And with that, he left Megan to explore her living quarters. There was a note on the mantel of her fireplace, it read:

Dear Miss Johnson,

If you wish to change the colors of anything here all you have to do is say, "I wish this would turn to a color or anything of the like.

Albus Dumbledore

Wow, this is all so cool. Maybe I should write to Harry and tell him about all of this. But before she did this, she went to her bedroom to have a lie-down. Just when she had started to feel relaxed, is when it happened. Megan sat up in bed and that's when she noticed it. Her hair was no longer black it was a bubble-gum pink. Uh-oh, this cannot be good. I'm writing to Dumbledore when I wake up. With that, she dozed off into dreamland.