Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I would be famous and rich! I'd live in a huge mansion, with servants feeding me grapes straight into my mouth…while I was lying down! HAH watch me digest THAT!…Unfortunately, I currently live in a suburban house…in a culdisac…

…And I'm keeping those grapes!

A/N: Hope you like this chapter – I'm not sure if it'll be better than the last chapter…well no, scratch that! Lol – I didn't even start writing this chapter yet, so I have NO idea if it'll be better or not! Anyways – I hope all my characters are in character!

Anyways – Read and Review and ofcourse, most importantly…Enjoy!

P.s. Get your popcorn ready – and if you have any, cake!

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Ron rolled over in his sleep, dreaming of Hermione. He had a goofy smile covering his face.

Harry, on the other hand, was sitting quietly in thought, on his bed. Suddenly he got up and crossed over the room, and attempted to shake Ron out of his dream, and into reality.

"Ron!" he whispered, "Ron, this is urgent!" Ron didn't budge. Sighing he said, "Ron! Hermione's standing outside in her knickers!"

Ron shot up in bed, wide awake, and asked instantly, "Where?"

Harry muffled a laugh. "No where. I just used that to get you up."

Ron's face turned a deep shade of red, as he glared at Harry. Knowing that if this "urgency" had anything to do with Voldemort, Harry would not be laughing, and he would be in pain, he plopped down on his bed and covered his ears. Drifting back to sleep he said, "Whatever you want to say can wait until morning."

Giving up, Harry got up to leave the room, pulling on a shirt as he left. He thought he heard Ron mutter something that sounded rather like, "Why do all my fantasies have to be ruined?"

Snickering, he made his way down to the kitchen. Surprised to see that no one was there, he made himself a cup of hot chocolate, and settled down in a battered up armchair close by.

A loud creak of the stairs behind him startled him. Looking around, he found Carrissa cautiously stepping onto the ground floor. Looking up she noticed him.

She made a movement as if she was about to go upstairs. Realizing this, Harry quickly called her back down.

"You can stay you know." He raised an eyebrow, as she slowly made her way back down the steps, "I won't bite."

Smiling a bit, she helped herself to some hot chocolate and settled down in the soft sofa next to Harry's armchair.

"I take it you couldn't sleep?" Carrissa asked, taking a sip of her hot chocolate, letting the liquid dawdle on her tongue.

"Yeah. Sometimes I just come down here to think." Harry replied, leaning back into the plush.

Carrissa nodded. "Everyone needs a place to think." Her voice lowered and she closed her eyes. "I had one back at the – the orphanage. Right outside the window from a closet, was a ledge that I could walk across to the roof. I went there a lot when – " her eyes snapped open nervously. Glancing to Harry she quickly changed her sentence, "er…when I needed to go over things on my own."

Harry looked over curiously at Carrissa. He realized she was modestly pretty. She was dressed in loose gray pajama pants and a black tank top. Her body was outlined in the dark, showing him her slim figure. His eyes traveled to her black hair tied up in a messy bun at the top of her head, showing off her intriguing purple eyes.

"Well, you probably know all about me already." He stated, rolling his eyes.

Carrissa shook her head. "I know what everyone says, but I don't know that real you."

Harry smiled, and replied, "There's not much to know anyway."

"Not true. Everyone has something behind his or her outer appearance. Some sort of secret." She insisted.

"How about you then?" Harry asked inquiringly.

She knew she walked right into that. "You first."

Harry sighed in defeat. "Fine. Er…I like quidditch…a lot. I have a lot of friends. I hate potions, and defense against the dark arts is my best subject. I hate Malfoy…er…"

"Malfoy? Is that the blond one?" Carrissa interrupted.

"Yeah. He's a stupid arrogant bastard. I don't trust him, and he shouldn't be here. But Dumbledore obviously believes something else." Harry stubbornly looked away.

"Really? He seemed rather nice to me. Maybe a bit distant though." Carrissa said, thinking back to that afternoon.

"He's not." Harry stiffly replied.

They sat in silence. Harry debated with himself inside his mind.

Should I confront her?

Yes!

But she didn't tell anyone, so I'm probably not supposed to know…

She might be dangerous.

She seems really nice right now – don't confront her.

How do you know she's not dangerous anyway? She might be working for Voldemort!

Dumbledore trusts her you idiot.

Don't call me an idiot!

Well you are!

You're the idiot!

Am not!

Are too!

Am not!

Are too!

"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled.

Carrissa jumped in her seat, obviously startled. "Harry?" She started to get up.

"Carrissa!" he said urgently, wanting to get it all out. "Are you a pyro?"

Her legs gave out beneath her and she landed with a thud on the sofa. Her breath caught in her throat. He was so close.

Seeing the devestated look on her face, he quickly explained his actions. "I sort of saw you…" he motioned to his hands, "you know…with fire or something forming…" he cupped his hands in the way he saw Carrissa cupping hers, "in your hands."

She panicked. She had no idea what to do. "Look, Harry." She gasped out, trying hard not to hyperventilate, "It's not what you think it is, okay?"

"I didn't mean to upset you – "Harry tried to apologize, but was cut off by Carrissa.

"No, it's nothing!" she said a bit too fast and high-pitched, "I think I'm going to turn in for the night. Good night Harry." She placed her cup on the counter and just about ran up the stairs.

Harry was thoroughly confused. "What just happened here?"

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Morning came, and everyone was munching happily in the kitchen. Or as happy as three slytherins (one that was well liked), four gryffindors, and an out of place girl can be.

"How about a trip to Diagon Alley today, hmm?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she bustled around the kitchen, making an endless suply of pancakes.

Carrissa spoke up, "That sounds wonderful, Mrs. Weasley." She said politely, "I need books for school, and other sorts of things."

"Ofcourse dear. This is an opportunity for all of you to stock up on things you need for the rest of the school year." She replied, piling a couple more pancakes on Harry's plate, as he finished his first three.

"Oh no, Mrs. Weasley, I couldn't eat another bite." Harry protested, but Mrs. Weasley paid him no attention.

"Nonsense Harry, you're much to skinny anyway. A couple more would do you some good." She insisted, as she piled even more pancakes on Ron's plate, who greedily ate them in the next three seconds.

"Ron! Eat properly!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, returning to her stove.

"Your mother's right, Ronald. Eating fast will effect the way you digest, and that will ruin your –"

"Relax Ron," Ginny cut Hermione off, which earned her a stern glare from the brunette, "the pancakes will stay there unless they grow legs and walk away."

Ron looked up hopelessly, syrup all over his face.

"Thash smnoit fru. 'Awwy shom melgp 'ere?" Ron managed to spit out. Harry just laughed.

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Mrs. Weasley pushed them along to Gringotts, as soon as they got to Diagon Alley.

Hermione was going over what she needed, frantic at how much stuff she had to buy. Amber was attempting to calm her down. Harry and Ron were arguing about…what else? Quidditch. Blaise and Draco were lagging behind the group. Carrissa and Ginny were immersed in a conversation about their jobs when they were older. They both wanted to be healers.

"I've wanted to be one since I was three years old. I hurt myself by falling off a broom, and one particular healer was pretty rude. I told myself that I would become a healer and treat the other patients' right. Sort of silly for a three year old but – "

Carrissa interrupted her,"I think it's sweet! I've just always wanted to help people. The less fourtunate ones, atleast." Her eyes unfocoused, as if she was looking back on something, "people who're alone, and need guidance."

She was brought back to the present however, when someone briskly bumped into her.

"Oh! Sorry, are you okay?" Carrissa apologized profusely.

"Oh, it's nothing. It was actually more of my fault." The other person insisted.

They both looked up. Carrissa's face automatically took on an expression of dislike and annoyance.

"Oh, it's you." The other girl impolitely phrased.

"Um…" Ginny tried to interrupt the exchange going on, but to no prevail.

Carrissa raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here, Alyssa?"

The girl quirked a plucked eyebrow. "I should be asking that question, Carrissa. Why don't you introduce me to your…" she looked over at Ginny. The others had kept walking, "friend."

"This is Ginny Weasley." Alyssa stuck out her hand, and Ginny shook it.

"Ginny, meet Alyssa Rahlia Bonrette." Ginny smiled. Something here was wrong.

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A/N: Hoped you liked it guys! Ooooh, another mysterious character! Lol, don't worry, this is my last OC, it won't get too complicated!

I'm going to answer some common questions that some people have had:

How many OC's are you going to have?

As said before, probably only two. Carrissa and the new one you've just met, Alyssa.

Does Draco still hate the Weasleys?

He hasn't really had a chance to talk to them yet, or know any of them. But yes, unfortunately, Draco still does hate the Weasleys. He's just going through a really tough time at the moment, and needs time alone. He'll be back to his snappish and arrogant self soon enough. Although, he might've changed just a bit.

How many chapters is this going to be?

I haven't really decided yet, I'm just going with the flow. For instance, something was supposed to happen in this chapter, but it didn't really go as planned, so I'm probably going to put it in next chapter.

Is Carrissa good or bad?

I don't really feel a need to answer that. I suppose you'll just have to wait and find out. But so far, she seems pretty good. (A rather odd question…)

Are Blaise and Amber going to be involved? Or are they just side characters?

Blaise and Amber will be involved, just not at the moment. But they will be, probably not as important as Ginny, Draco, Harry, and some other characters, but Amber's Ginny's best friend, and Blaise is Draco's.

Instead of emailing these questions to me, could you guys please put them in your reviews? Please and thankyou!

Also, a little poll…I'm thinking of giving Pansy a bit of a role. Except this time, she'll be more mature. (They'll be a reason for that too!) She'll actually care about Draco and be a friend, when he's in need. A bit bossy too. I need you guys soo…the solution is…a POLL!

Give Pansy a big part (but not main character part)

Give Pansy an okay sized part, she's here every now and then…

Only have Pansy a tiny tiny bit…

Don't have Pansy at all.

Have Pansy, but keep her as a really annoying…you get the point…

Thanks! Place your vote in your review! I think I'll have a hall of fame for all my reviewers in the next chapter…thinks it over hmm…sounds good!