They got out of the train. It was raining softly. She could hear the soft pitter-patter. But she couldn't hear what pulled the coach. She turned and went toward Hagrid. A very large man but Harry seemed to be his friend. He just looked at me for a moment than said.

"Okay, let's go." They pilled into the boats. Then after a short nap Clairisa awoke to the docking of the boat. The castle was beautiful. She just hoped she could do her job correctly, and not screw up.

After the song of the sorting hat they began to be sorted; but not before Dumbledore gave a speech. "Before we begin to sort out the first year. We have a transfer student. She is a sixth year, and we shall sort her fist." Clairisa moaned. Dumbledore was told not to make her to noticeable. But it was to late for that.

Professor McGonagall beckoned Clairisa forward as she announced her name. She walked up not letting her posture waver as she sat. Then the sorting hat was placed on her head. Hmmm . . .

Don't 'Hmmm' me!

Well it is interesting you could go to three different houses.

If Gryffindor is one of them then put me in that!

Demanding aren't you. You could go to Gryffindor but you could also go to Slytherin. Or Ravenclaw.

I need Gryffindor, Clairisa sighed, please.

Harry watched it seemed as if she was arguing with the hat! Finally the hat sighed in defeat and yelled "GRYFFINDOR!" Everyone cheered, him excpecially.

She walked up to the Common room with all the first years. But she spoke with Hermione the whole way about various things. The got to a portrait with a pink lady on it. "Dungbombs" Was Hermione's response to the lady's question of "Password."

"It is in memory and honor of the Weasley Twins. There Ron's older brothers. They are very much loved by this school right now. I'll explain everything else latter."

It was fun in the common room. Harry and Ron played wizards chest. Ron came out triumphant. But when he played Clairisa she won in moments. They gapped at her "How did you do that?!" Ron yelled obviously disgruntled by loosing that quickly.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Hello Ginny." She said as Ginny walked up behind her. She had met Ginny at dinner and liked her. She was a very nice girl.

"How did you know I was hear?"

"I heard you." It was as simple as that to Clairisa.

"I didn't hear her!" Harry proclaimed. In fact he hadn't heard even the squeak of a board behind him.

"Oh," Clairisa felt slightly trapped. "Well I have good hearing." She left the conversation at that getting up and going up to the girls' dormitory.

The next morning she woke up before anyone else in the dormitory. She yawned then started to get ready for the day. She beat everyone to the great hall. Everyone but Professor Snape. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than in America." She thought back to Utah. She had hated it there. And jumped at the opportunity to come hear. "Why did you want to meet me so early?" She was sort of grumpy she hadn't been able to sleep all night.

"Because I can't be seen talking to you."

"And you can't be known for being nice to any of Harry's "friends"?"

Snape just stared at her. Then continued grumpily. "Don't do that with me anymore I don't care about anyone else. Just not with me."

"Fine. I took Divination, Defense against the Dark Arts, ("You don't need that." Snape had interrupted with, but Clairisa ignored him and went on.) Charms, the Potions class you had said for me to take and Transfiguration." Snape started to laugh. "Stop that, you know it would look suspicious if I didn't!"

"You are absolutely right." Snape said. "Not to mention it was the agreement that we maid. You have to be in that class. But you don't need it, or Divination. You could teach that class."

Clairisa smiled slowly. So she could but what would that matter.

They got their schedules at breakfast. Harry was surprised to see that he had the same classes as Clairisa she didn't seem to notice she was furious with the letter she had gotten. Not to mention that her Phoenix had created uproar. Vixon had stayed while she wrote a reply. She didn't like the little faith they had in her. She had been trained in these arts. What made them think she was incapable? Only Hermione noticed the death glances she kept throwing at the staff table.