They sat in silence for the remainder of the trip. What was there to say? Bridget eventually pulled out her CD player and started listening to music. When they reached Hogwarts, Bridget was the first one off the train. Harry suspected that she didn't want to be in the same place as her sister.

"Okay, I have to go, I'll see you guys in the Great Hall." Hermione said as she dashed off to help with the first years.

"So, Bridget," Harry said awkwardly as he tried to make polite conversation, "I hope you like it at Hogwarts." Harry began to wonder how she was going respond now that her sister wasn't there to hear.

"Yeah," was the response that Harry got.

"Listen, Bridget, I was just wondering if maybe, well, you see the school takes trips to Hogsmeade and well, I was, uh, wondering . . ."

"Spit it out Harry, I don't have all day." Bridget said impatiently.

"Well, would you like to go with me on the next Hogsmeade trip?" Harry finally asked.

Bridget looked stunned, "like, a date?"

"Yeah."

Bridget looked at Harry as if he was crazy, "Why would you want to go out with me?"

"Well," Harry thought for a second, "You're beautiful . . ."

"Wait," Bridget interrupted, "I'm what?"

"Beautiful," Harry repeated, "hasn't anyone ever told you that before?"

"No," Bridget answered as she shook her head , "I've never heard it, well, at least not from a boy that is."

"That's a shame because it's true."

Bridget smiled the first genuine Harry had seen her smile, "Thank you. I'd love to go with you."

Harry returned her smile, "You're welcome." Harry took her hand into his. Bridget pulled it back at first, then placed it back into his. She smiled at him as she did.

When the two reached the Great Hall, Bridget looked like she was going to be sick.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked as he looked at her.

Bridget nodded slowly, "I think so."

Hermione approached the two, "Bridget, you need to go over with the first years to be sorted."

Bridget separated her hand from Harry's as she smiled shyly at him, "I'll see 'ya later. Save me a seat next to you, okay?"

Harry smiled back, "You got it."

Hermione looked at the two strangely, "Come on Bridget, they're waiting for you."

"See 'ya," Bridget repeated as she watched Harry with a small smile playing at her lips.

"What the hell do you think that you were doing?" Hermione hissed when Harry couldn't hear them anymore.

"What?" Bridget asked in a confused voice.

"You know perfectly well, what. You really think that you can take a relationship after what happened," Hermione sneered, "Yeah, Amelia told me what happened. So stay away!"

Bridget took deep breaths to keep her temper under control, "Hermione, I came here for a fresh start. I can date whomever I want whenever I want."

"Whatever," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes, "You're supposed to be over there." she said as she pointed.

"Thanks sis," Bridget said sarcastically, you could see the hurt in Bridget's eyes. She hasn't changed one damn bit. She'll be sorry when I'm gone, Bridget vowed bitterly.

Harry looked over at Bridget, she stuck out because she was taller than the rest of the first years.

"You like her," Ron said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"What are you talking about?" Harry replied innocently.

"Oh, come on, I know that look."

"Wait, when did you get here?" Harry asked with a confused look on his face.

"I've been sitting here for a while mate," Ron said as he looked at Harry, "So, who's the girl?"

"Bridget," Harry answered when he realized that there was just no keeping it from Ron.

"Ah, she looks a little like Hermione," Ron commented.

"That's because their twins."

"What? I never knew Hermione had a sister!"

"Yeah, she has two, an older one named Amelia, and Bridget."

"Has she ever mentioned them?"

"Not that I remember." With those words, the sorting ceremony began. Bridget was sorted into Gryffindor. All the Gryffindor's clapped as she took her seat next to Harry.

"Welcome to Gryffindor," Harry said as he smiled.

Bridget gave him another false smile, "Thanks."

"No problem," Harry said as he sighed. He didn't like the false smile. He liked it when the smile was real. He began to wonder how people couldn't notice the difference, even more puzzling to him was how Hermione couldn't notice it.