Chapter4: Sorting and strange revelations.

The golden trio walked towards Hogwarts in admiration. They had missed the magic that was in the air, and couldn't wait to get inside the castle again. Other Hogwarts students crowded around and tried to meet up with their friends. Ron was complaining about not seeing Draco Malfoy on the train, and Hermione was rolling hers eyes with amusement.

"Ron will you stop," Harry said calmly, glaring at his red haired friend. "It's a good thing that Malfoy didn't bother us this year."

Hermione nodded as they entered the great hall. "Harry's right, Ron, we're here at Hogwarts and that's all that matters now. I don't care if Voldie shows up, even he couldn't take away my joy for returning back to Hogwarts."

Harry was the first one to sit down, and his head moved over to the staff table in search for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He was surprised to see a woman who only looked a couple years older then himself sitting in the chair. She had long, black hair and the most striking blue eyes he had ever seen. Her face was pale, making her look almost dead. Despite that, Harry had to admit to himself that she did look good.

"Is that our new DADA teacher?" Ron asked Hermione, who was seated next to him.

"Yeah! I heard that she's only seventeen years old." Hermione answered excitedly.

"Wow, I never knew that a person would be allowed to teach that young" Harry said, his emerald eyes gleaming with amusement as he turned to his bushy haired friend. "Did you ever read about that in Hogwarts history?"

Hermione gave a excited yelp, and Ron groaned. "Now, Harry, why did you have to get her started."

"Because, Ron," Harry chuckled, "I find it very amusing. You are the one she's going to start explaining it to."

"I'm still sitting right here you know!" Hermione yelled loudly, startling a few first years that came in. "And Harry, since you're the one who didn't know, you are the one I'm going to lecture, and Ron," She said turning to the red head, "I lecture you more because you don't ask. Closed mouths don't get fed, Ronald, and at least Harry asked me about something he didn't know."

Ron turned an interesting shade of red and turned away, an expression of dismay of his face.

Hermione turned to Harry and was about to speak when the sorting hat started its song.

Every year some new first years come

Scared and ruthless, and think Hogwarts

Should be fun!

They either join the Ravenclaw house

Very intelligent breeds, the smartest

witches and wizards Hogwarts see's

Or their stick with Hufflepuff,

Loyal and kind, they're the modest

People Hogwarts houses!

Then there's Slytherin, cunning and

smart. Some are bad, and some are tart.

But forget what some people may say, they're

A big game of arts!

And last but not least, there's Gryffindor

The house of courage and bravery, they say.

The house of the Griffin and the Children

who play!

Every year we gather 'round,

huddled and silent watching me

sing my song.

Here comes the time when I must

warn you all again. We all must come

Together soon, or Hogwarts, Mighty

Hogwarts will come tumbling down...

Everyone sat silent, and nobody moved. Dumbledore stood up with a cheerful smile, ever present twinkle in his eyes at full force. "Well thank you very much! It's time for the sorting to began, but do take heed to the sorting hat's warning."

Then all at once, everyone began clapping. Hermione turned to Harry and Ron with a knowing look that just screamed, 'I told you!'.

McGonagall stepped up, hat in hand, and began to call out the first year names.

"Abbott, Henry!" A little boy with brown hair, and huge blue eyes walked up and sat onto the stool. "Gryffindor!" Hannah, who was at the Hufflepuff table, stood and hugged her brother with tears in her eyes. Harry turned to Ron and shrugged as they watched the crazy Hufflepuff reap her eyes out.

"Malfoy, Darren!" The hall got silent as a blond haired boy walked over to the stool. He had a smirk on his face similar to Malfoy's, and his gray eyes looked over the Gryffindor table before he sat down.

"I didn't know Malfoy had another brother." Harry whispered to Hermione, whose brows where together in concentration.

"Me either," She whispered back with a frown, "But you notice Malfoy's not at the Slytherin table, and we didn't see him on the train either."

'Well, well, well, what do we have here," The sorting hat spoke in the boys head, "I never knew Draco Malfoy had a brother. Hmm, you seem different in a way. Your thirst to prove yourself is overwhelming, and your aura has the colors of all the houses in them. Slytherin or Gryffindor is the direction you're pointing at. But! Should you be in Slytherin with your brother in there? Maybe you two should be in a separate house, just so you can find your own personality. We don't want you doing one thing just because your brother is doing I, so I'll put you in...'

"Gryffindor!" It shouted. The hall got silent for a third time that night, and no one moved, that is until Hermione and Harry got up clapping. And the rest of the Gryffindor's followed their lead, standing up and clapping to. Ron was still sitting dumb as he watched the blond haired boy sit down at his house table, his eyes flared up.

When the sorting was finished, Dumbledore stood and started his usual opening announcement. "Welcome to a New year at Hogwarts! It is a very new year and a war is brewing in our world. Voldemort," here, most present flinched, "Is on the loose, and is gathering his army, so I'm going to allow an army to be set up this year by student's. Some of you from the D.A know what I'm talking about. I'm going to keep it silent until the leader of your group," His eyes traveled to Harry's, who turned away from the stares he was getting. "Gets ready to call another meeting and accept more people. On a lighter note, we do have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," There were some loud groans from the staff and student's. "This one is really a bright student who went to Durmstrang, and is very intelligent. So give her a chance. Her name is Julia Roberts, or you call her Professor Roberts," There was polite applause, but it ended quickly. "And yes, before I forget, all ban's against Quiditch have been lifted." There was a thunderous applause at Gryffindor table, but Harry stayed silent, his eyes locked on the Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher in wonderment. Was this the same Julia Roberts in his dreams? Even though they didn't look the same, Harry could still feel some connection between them.

The next day, there was still no sign of Malfoy, and Hermione kept saying something was fishy about Darren. Even though they hadn't talked to him yet, that smirk he always had plastered on his face looked so much like Malfoy's and it made her slightly nervous.

"Mr. Potter," Came a calm voice from behind the trio as they were about to enter the great hall. "May I have a word with you?" Professor Roberts asked sweetly, her eyes looking into his.

Harry nodded to Ron and Hermione to go on, but he missed the jealous look Ron shot him before walking into the hall after Hermione. "Yes?" Harry asked calmly, showing no emotions.

"Can we take this some place more private?" She asked, Harry nodded and she motioned for him to follow. They walked for about five minutes before they stopped at a large painting about the size of a door. The emerald eyed boy followed her into her room, which had dark and emerald green furniture and walls. There were paintings of a baby and a lady with emerald eyes. Harry guessed that they were of her and her mother. The thing was, the baby had emerald green eyes to. Harry took a seat on the closest couch to the door, and she took a seat across from him.

"Mr. Potter, I have heard some things about you from Minister Fudge," She said, her eyes piercing into his like needles. He rolled his eyes at her as she continued. "I don't believe anything he has to say because I know you, and I have known you for fifteen years now."

The raven hair boy gasped, his eyes widening. "So your… your the Julia Roberts from my dreams?"

"Yes I am," She answered, showing no emotions, "I was aware of one thing in the Epicenter of Dreams, and that was I didn't belong there as a dead soul. I belonged on earth, and here at Hogwarts fighting a war by your side."

"So how did you get of the E.O.D.(Epicenter of dreams)?" He asked confused.

Julia shook her head with a grin appearing her face. "It was pretty easy. All I had to do was go out of the veil. The veil is an entrance between life and death. If you had a little life in you, you can always walk away from the light. Sirius can come back, he still has some life left, but me, my only life is you. If you die I die, that's they way it goes. I'm using the bond to keep me alive."

"Why do you look so different?" Harry asked with a frown.

"I look different because I changed my look," She explained showing Harry the potions of the table. "I realized I looked so much like you that I didn't want to draw any suspicion."

"Well, this is a little hard to process," Harry responded slowly, "It feels like I'm in some parallel universe of something. My life was always difficult, but now it's just insane."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but tomorrow is a new day, and a new start. Why don't you just relax for a couple of days. Don't go to any of your classes, believe me, your going to need the energy." Julia said.

...End of chapter4.! Please review!... And a big thanks to my beta crazy-lil-nae-nae