Transfers

Pairings: RonXHermione GeorgeXOC HarryXOCXSeamus OCXMalfoyXOC NevilleXOC

Summary: There is a new group of exchanged students at Hogwarts, a group of girls that call themselves "The New Marauders" and bring a lot of excitement to the new year at Hogwarts.

Chapter One: Meeting Padfoot

Harry Potter and his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were sitting around in a bedroom at Twelve Grimmuald Place, otherwise known as headquarters for the Order of the Pheonix.

They had just gotten their Hogwarts letters. Harry had been named Quidditch captain for the house team and they were all quite pleased with their O.W.L. results. Harry was also glad that he had gotten into all the classes that he would need to take to become an auror.

They heard a loud crack and were greeted by Ron's older brothers Fred and George-- mischevous twin boys who had left Hogwarts the previous year and were currently running a joke shop in Diagon Alley. "'Ello." They greeted.

"Hey Fred. Hey George. Sell anything today?" Ron asked.

"Are you nuts?" Fred asked, "With all the Hogwarts students going school shopping, it's hard not to sell anything. You guys should stop in tomorrow when Mum takes you to get your books."

"Yeah, all right." Harry shrugged.

"You should stock up on Skiving Snackboxes and Weasley's Wildfire WHiz-bangs. THey might come in handy this year. Besides, we need someone to carry out our work, although I'm sure our favorite customer will be happy to do it. You can meet her tomorrow. She buys stuff every day." George explained.

"Honsetly, who would buy such a large amount of that rubbish joke nonsence the two of you sell?" Hermione asked, clearly disghusted by what they were suggesting. "And why would anyone want to vandilise Hogwarts?"

"Well, If we get another DaDA teacher like Umbridge..." Ron trailed off.

"I get your point, but really, do you honstly think Dumbledore would hire a dreadful teacher like that? The only reason Umbridge was there at all was because the Ministry sent her, and it's not like Professor Dumbledore could do anything to stand up against the Ministry of Magic last year with Fudge thinking he wanted to take over." Hermione explained.

"Whatever... anyway, you two should go down and see Mum. You know she goes nutters when you get home late. I think Percy is down there though. She's been trying to make up with him, though I don't see why. I mean, he didn't trust Harry. Our entire family is real close to Harry and he knows Harry isn't bad, yet he still doesn't trust him, the selfish prat." Ron muttered.

"That's Perce for you Ron, big-headded and pompous, but we still gotta live with him, he's a Weasley." George said.

"And what a pity that is." Fred sighed. There was another loud crack and the twins were gone.

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The next day they all flooed to Diagon Alley and got their books and such. After they finished they decided to stop in to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. As they got up to the door, a crowd of students piled out of the store. They went in.

Fred was at the front counter and George and Lee Jordan were restocking shelves. Lee sighed and collapsed when he was sure they were all gone. "We were mobbed." He groaned.

The bell on the door rang. "Not more..." Moaned Lee.

"Hey Lee." said a girl's voice. Lee sat up, "Oh, Hey!"

"Hi Fred, George. How are you?" the girl asked. Harry looked at her. She was pretty. She had long black hair that reached the middle of her back and her facial features were soft and farmiliar. George grinned.

"Well if it isn't our favorite customer."

"Actually, she's the only one we really like at all." Fred whispered to Ron.

"Oh, Fred, George, this must be your brother Ron, right?" the girl said looking at Ron. He knodded. "Then you must be Hermione, and you're Harry." she concluded.

"Yes. Hello." Hermione smiled.

"Hey. I'm Samantha. I stop by and mess with these three a lot. This shop is the best place on Diagon Alley if you ask me. I'm stocking up. I'm transferring to Hogwarts this year. Sixth year. I was homeschooled before for security reasons. The only people who really know who I am already are members of the OotP. Dumbledore didn't want me publicised for safety issues."

"Ah, our young friend stepping out into the world and taking a risk-- shounds like fun, doesn't it George? We're getting so old... do you think we'll still be taking risks when we're older?" Fred asked.

"Well I don't see why not. Sirius was taking risks until the end." said George. Hermione smacked his arm.

"Don't use that name, George. You know we're not supposed to talk about him. It's Snuffles, okay?"

"Don't call him snuffles. It makes him sound so girly..." Samantha complained.

"Call him Padfoot then, I don't care!" Hermione hissed, "But we need to be considerate of Harry, if we do talk about him at all, it may not be as painful if you don't hear his name. This was a great loss for him, you can't just go around throwing him into your every day scentences."

"Why would you call him Padfoot? He wasn't a Marauder, was he?" George asked.

"Of coarse he was, you idiot." Ron said. "Haven't you figured it out yet? Sirius was Padfoot 'cause his animagus was a dog and dogs have padded feet."

"Yes, and Remus Lupin is Moony because he turns into a werewold on the night of a full moon." Hermione added.

"Wormtail is Peter Pettigrew, and right now he's working for Voldemort. He's a rat and his tail looks like a fat little worm." said Harry.

"And Prongs was James Potter, he was a stag and his name stood for his antlers, or 'Prongs'." Samantha finished.

The trio looked at her.

"How d'you know?" asked Ron.

"My dad told me." Sam shrugged.

The bell on the door rang again. A cold voice began to speak.

"What is this piece of garbage? I can't believe the Weasleys actually opened a shop on Diagon Alley, I bet you they didn't even pay for the place themselves. But I guess you helped them out a bit, eh, Potter?" everyone turned around.

"Malfoy." Ron sneered.

"The one and only." Malfoy smirked.

"DRACO! I haven't seen you in AGES!" Everyone stared as Samantha ran up and hugged Malfoy.

"Samantha...? What the bloody hell are you doing here with the Weasles, Potter, and that Mud-blood?"

"Shut up, Draco. The Weasley twins rock. This place is ten times better than Zonko's. Fred and George are absolute geniouses, how can you dare to insult them?"

"They're muggle lovers, they're poor, they're Weasleys..."

"Um, Draco, dearest, HELLO! They're your third cousins, they're cool, they're funny, and if their shop keeps getting buisness like this, they'll be rich in no time. Who cares if they're muggle-lovers? There's nothing wrong with most muggles. Other than the fact that they can't do magic, their personalities are just like those of a magic folk. You sound just like your father, you know, and look where he ended up."

"Yeah yeah... so what're you doing here? Finally coming to Hogwarts to join me as the Slytherin princess?"

"Only one out of three, Draco. There are two problems in that statement. One, Yes, I'm coming to Hogwarts. Two, No, I'm not going to be the Slytherin princess because WE'RE NOT DATING ANYMORE! Thirdly, No, I'm planning on being a Gryffindor like my dad."

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Pfft, and you talk about my dad. See where yours is now, don't you? Or have you not gotten that memo?"

"Um, Draco, dearest, my father wasn't a low-life Death Eater scum. Yours is. Not to mention a snobbish git, a pompous sleeze-bag and an overall pain in the arse."

"...Okay, you got me there, But you really should be a Slytherin. What would people say about me, the Slytherin Prince, being best friends with a.. a... Gryffindor?" Malfoy asked.

"Hm, I suppose... and just what would your best friend say about you ignoring her just because she is a Gryffindor, hm? Especially with all the things I know about you... can you say, 'Blackmail'?"

"Heh, just tell his fan club and Malfoy is a gonner. Where would he be without Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, and Zabini?" Fred asked from where he was sitting on the counter.

"Speaking of Malfoy's fan club, where are they?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Like I care," Malfoy scoffed, "Goyle and Crabbe are probably off stuffing their faces and Pansy is probably looking for me, and Blaise is probably just following Pansy."

"Alright then, why don't you just go find your little girlfriend and leave us all alone?" Hermione asked irritably.

"She is NOT my girlfriend anymore." Malfoy growled angrily. "She's too clingy and she won't leave me the bloody hell alone. Besides, I've fancied Samantha since I was seven." he smirked.

"Y'Know Malfoy, as much as we just love to hear about your troublesome love-life, we'd like it a lot better if you'd just leave." Harry mumbled.

"Whatever... see you muggle-lovers at school." He smiled a fake-smile and his voice was dripping with a sick fake-sweetness that reminded them far too much or Umbridge. "Bye love." he called sincerely to Samantha as the bell rang again and Malfoy was gone.

"Great, now there's Malfoy scum ALL OVER the store!" George moaned.

Ignoring him, Ron turned to Sam. "What kind of blackmail do you have on Malfoy?"
"Hm... let's see... I've known him since I was four, so I definately have ammo. I witnessed his first flying lesson, his first attempt at a spell, his first seeker practice after his first year since he was so determined to beat Harry in the following year... I had a sleep-over party with my closest friends and I told Draco he couldn't come since he wasn't a girl so he dressed up as a girl so he could get in. That was humerous... I have pictures."

"Brilliant..." said Ron in awe.

"And that," said Lee, "is why she's our favorite customer."

"Aw, thank you Lee. By the way, George, It's four thirty, I think Jess is in Flourish and Botts right now if you want to go see her."

"Thanks! Hey Fred, mind if I split?"

Fred sighed, "Go ahead, Valentine."

George rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, anyway, thanks. See you lot later." The bell rang on the door once again and George was gone.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters mentioned in this story except Samantha, I own a few more characters (ex. Jessica) who will come into the story later on. Read and Review!

This Story is dedicated to my friends Jessica Dawn and Jamie and of coarse, Mr. Sigmon, the best teacher in the world.