ok hey you guys..sorry that this story is taking a while to get going, but trust me, i've got some ideas! lol remember i dont own any of these characters except the ones i make up. and please be nice because this is my second fanfic. (btw, sorry that the spells i say that they did are so dumb. I just didn't know what to put!)

Within an instant Harry rushed over to this girl's side to try and see who it was, but he had never seen her in his life. She was very peaceful looking while sprawled out on the floor in her white summer dress, thought Harry. As he stared at her, he realized why she was on the ground unconscious in the first place and asked, "What spell did you guys hit her with?"

"Clorman's Itching Spell"

"Frozen Still"

"Yeah I hit her with the Confusion Spell" Harry paused a moment while he looked down upon her, "Will she be alright?"

"Harry, don't worry she will be fine. I just hope she won't think we are horrible." Hermione said while looking down at the girl confused, "I have never seen her before have you?"

"No, and she couldn't be a first year. She looks older than that." Harry replied, now beginning to get intrigued.

Harry wondered how nobody in the other compartments saw or heard what happened to the girl, but then again the spells that they had procured had been purposely as silent and as invisible as possible.

"Mmmm…" moaned the tiny blonde girl.

"She's waking up…" said Ron who had seemed to be in a daze ever since the girl had gone unconscious.

"NO…really?" Hermione snapped sarcastically at Ron as she uncomfortably stared at the girl waiting for her to open her eyes.

Her head began moving as she twisted and turned on the ground, but after mere minutes she opened to reveal her breathtakingly blue eyes. "What the…?"

"I am so sorry, we thought you were someone else coming through that door! Are you alright?" Hermione questioned with deep concern.

"I'm…uh…okay, but um, who are you?" replied the still groggy girl as she sat up and looked around at them all.

"Well, we could ask the same for you." Harry added, curiosity getting the best of him.

Surprisingly the girl smiled at him and teased, "I guess I'll tell you who I am; even though you did attack me!"

"By accident, of course!" chimed in Hermoine.

The blonde girl smiled yet again and replied, "Well, I got transferred here from a school in America because of a umm…misfortune. So now I am here, and I'm in my 6th year. Oh and my name is Clara Delmont. Yours?"

Just as Harry and Ron were eagerly about to open their mouths, Hermoine purposely beat them to it when she said, "Well I'm Hermoine Granger, that is Ron Weasley with the red hair over there and that is Harry Potter." Clara's eyes did get wide as she heard Harry's name, but she did not do that familiar flicker to his scar like so many people always did. Hermoine continued, "Anyways, why did you transfer?"

As Hermoine asked this, Harry noticed Clara's face winced a little bit and she bit her lip for a few seconds before responding, "Circumstances arose that made it impossible for me to stay in America. So now I am living with a family friend."

This response did not give Hermoine all the details that she wanted, so she tried to push further, "What kind o—"

"So, do you know what House you will be in?" Harry quickly said trying to stop Hermoine's unnecessary questioning.

"There are Houses?" Clara asked a little bit dismayed.

As Harry filled her in on all the details and traditions of Hogwarts, he had a feeling that he would be seeing a lot of Clara no matter what House she was in, especially by the way Ron was staring at her with pure admiration. And how could Harry blame him, there was no doubt that Clara was pretty. She was pretty in such a unique way though, that seemed to pull Ron in the second he laid eyes on her. With her beautifully pale blonde locks framing her face perfectly and the way her dress had fallen gracefully around her tiny body, could leave anyone breathless. Then, when Clara opened her eyes, it was like melting away into an insanely pale blue sea. You could drown in them, they were so deep and not even Hermoine could deny Clara's appeal.

remember... R&R