Woohoo! Yeah, we wish we were J.K. Rowling, but it would be kind of weird for three people to be one person. And . . would a famous author write fanfiction? Just a rhetorical question for you all. Anyways, on with the chapter!

Getting Acquainted!

Everyone got settled in their places at each of the house tables before the grey bearded professor let the three girls into the Great Hall to be sorted, along with all of the new first years.

"Harry, you are so lucky!" said Ron, "One of them landed on you!"

Hermione snorted. "Would you prefer that she landed on you Ronnikins? You would have broken your back just so a pretty girl could land on you?"

"But Harry didn't break his back!" said Ron, protesting.

Harry smiled smugly. "I liked her. She had a really pretty smile and bright blue eyes. She was gorgeous!" He knew that if anything was about to make Ron jealous, it was telling him that a beautiful girl had chosen Harry over him. Of course, Ron was used to it, but not everyday do you get tackled from a broomstick.

"Ahem. Attention please," said Professor McGonagall sternly, tapping her water glass. "The sorting ceremony is about to begin. First, instead of first years, we will have our new transfer students be sorted." At this news there were a lot of catcalls and hoots from the boys, and stern looks from Hermione, though she was having difficulty covering up her anxiousness.

Professor McGonagall got out a roll of parchment and Filch brought in the Sorting Hat. Dumbledore waltzed in with the three girls and all of the first years. Everyone watched the hat expectantly, though many eyes switched back and forth from each girl also.

Suddenly the hat smiled and began to sing:

I'm a hat as you can see

The smartest hat I'll always be

Put me on your head right now

I'll sort you then I'll have a bow

Your might belong in Gryffindor

Your hearts are very brave

Your daring, nerve and chivalry

Will be for me to see

You could belong in Hufflepuff

You all are just and loyal

And unafraid of toil

Stand tall and never fall

Maybe you are Ravenclaw

You've got a ready mind

You've got wit and plenty of smarts

You are very very kind

Or you could be a Slytherin

Deceiving and cunning you are

Many great wizards came from here

Some of them are very near

Now put me on

I'll take a look

You'll go where you truly belong

That's the end of my song

Everybody applauded though many people had not been paying attention. Hermione however smiled grimly when Harry looked her way.

"What wrong, 'mione?" he asked.

"Did you hear what it said when it was talking about Slytherin?" she took a look at his face, which was blank, and continued, "Obviously not! It said 'many great wizards came from her, some of them are very near.' It could mean You-Know-Who!" She looked very worried.

"Or it could mean Snape," interjected Ron. "Pay attention, the girls are going up there!" He was right. Surprisingly, Professor Dumbledore was the one calling them up and introducing them.

"Good evening students," he said quietly. "I would like to welcome everybody back. Especially our new first years, and our new seventh year exchange students. We will sort them first. Well, I will call you up in alphabetical order. Ali Halkra. Please, before trying on the hat, say a little about yourself."

Ali stepped up to the middle of the room, just in front of the hat. She was wearing dark blue robes. She had dark black hair with dark tan skin, like most people from India. Her blue eyes shined in the light from the floating candles. When she spoke, she had a slight accent, but she spoke perfect English. "Uh, well, hi. I'm Ali. I transferred here from Durmstrang. We all hated it there, and I speak for all three of us. Er . . I like to read and play Quidditch. Uh, I don't know what else to say . . ." She put on the sorting hat.

Several seconds later it shouted, "RAVENCLAW!" The Ravenclaw table screamed and whistled as Ali walked to join them. Seconds later the shouts and clapping calmed down as Dumbledore began to speak again. "Now we have Lahki Halkra."

"Hey guys! I'm Lahki. In Hindi it means something like 'valuable.' I enjoy a good dance, playing Quidditch, having snowball fights, waking up in a bedroom that definitely isn't my own, chatting, oh, I could go on all day."

Many boys gave catcalls when she spoke, partially because she was beautiful, and partially because of the context of what she was saying. Unlike Ali, Lahki was wearing a pair of jeans that showed off her butt, and a tight tank top, that showed off a fair section of her midriff, of a deep green color, to match her eyes. She had long wavy hair that was black, but she had some deep brown highlights.

She walked up to the sorting hat and put it on. It also put her into Ravenclaw. There were just as many shouts and claps as her sister got. There were also many sighs of disappointment from all of the other tables that Ravenclaw had gotten two of the girls so far. Probably the third also.

"She was a bit forward wasn't she?" asked Fred to Harry, George and Ron.

"She's a slut!" said Hermione quietly. "Didn't you see what she was wearing? Professor McGonagall will never stand for it. I should issue a complaint with the headmistress."

"Slut! Slut! She was beautiful!" shouted Ron just as the other tables got quiet. Apparently Lahki had heard.

"Thanks," she called to Ron, "Want to go dancing some time?"

Ron flushed crimson and muttered something under his breath. Harry, Fred, and George were trying to hold back their laughter. Hermione already had tears of mirth running down her cheeks.

"Students! That is enough. Miss Halkra, please do note that we have a dress code. In your classes you are required to wear black robes with the Ravenclaw symbol on them," Dumbledore's eyes flashed dangerously in Lahki's direction, "Now, without further ado, Miss Megna Halkra."

Megna was not dressed as either of her sisters was. She was wearing a pair of jeans, not as tight as Lahki's, and a tee-shirt that said, 'I'm Indian, deal with it!' on it. She had neither wavy nor straight hair, but something in the middle. On her it looked great. It was also a dark black color. Her eyes, though brown, were lovely.

She stepped up to the platform. "Hi. I'm Megna. I love Quidditch. I can play any position that you wanted me too. It's great fun. I like to work-out, but I don't want huge muscles. That's not respected in my home. I agree with Ali, Durmstrang was awful, and I intend to have a great year here."

She stepped up to the sorting hat and put it on her head. It took much longer deciding her than her two sisters, but in the end, it put her in Ravenclaw also, much to Ron's disappointment.

"She was the cutest one!" he cried. Hermione snorted at him.

Half an hour later the first years were all sorted into their houses and food arrived on the tables. The house-elves had apparently worked extra hard because there were a number of foreign, brightly colored dishes, which Hermione said were Indian curries.

Ali, Lahki and Megna were greatly enjoying themselves at the Ravenclaw table. Ron kept throwing filthy looks at Terry Boot who was chatting amiably with Lahki. Ali and Megna were both engaged in conversation with Padma Patil, who was telling them all about Hogwarts.

"Attention, attention," said Dumbledore softly after the plates had been cleared. "Will the prefects of each house please escort the students to the common rooms. However, I would like to keep all Ravenclaw and Gryffindor seventh years in hear please, with an exception of the prefects."

With a scuffle of chairs and benches being pulled out and pushed back in, all the underclassmen left the Great Hall, and to Harry's delight, Malfoy and his cronies did also, for they were not invited to this meeting.

There was much animated chatter as all the remaining Ravenclaw's went to sit at the Gryffindor table, making it easier for Professor Dumbledore to address them.

"Good evening, all. I will once again welcome you back to Hogwarts, and to Hogwarts for the first time," he nodded at Ali, Lahki and Megna. "I was just calling this meeting because students from the Ravenclaw house generally get along the best with Gryffindors. I would like a one person from each Gryffindor and Ravenclaw to show around our new students. Preferably one male and one female person. Any volunteers?"

Immediately all hands went up. "Well," sighed Dumbledore. "I will pick at random. For Megna, I pick Ron Weasley and Padma Patil."

Megna walked off with Ron and Padma who were hastily deciding where to take her first.

"For Ali, I choose . . Harry Potter and Hermione Granger."

Ali smiled at Dumbledore then set off in the opposite direction from Megna with Harry and Mandy.

"And Lahki," Dumbledore sighed. "Do you have any robes Lahki?"

"Nope," she chirped.

"Ah. Well, tomorrow, Sunday, I will grant you, your sisters, and your escorts permission to go to Hogsmeade for you to buy some clothes."

"Oh thank you!" said Lahki.

"Your escorts are to be Seamus Finnigan and, well, I'm just going to give you one escort." In truth, he felt that any girls were likely to get into a fight with her. Just look at the way she dressed . . .

Lahki looked Seamus up and down. She smiled at him.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yep," he said, slightly nervously.

She grabbed his hand and walked with him to the grounds to have a look around.

Phew- That took a long time to write. I hope you like it quite a bit! Please review!