A.N Well, this isn't the best chapter in the world. But at least I've updated Enjoy. I think it's funny. . .

The first years had finally been sorted and Ron was rubbing his hands in anticipation of the food that was to appear shortly.

"Oh, Ron, won't you ever change?" a girl with long bushy brown hair asked exasperatedly.

Ron, a tall gangly red-head, looked at the girl, "But I'm hungry, Hermione."

A boy with dark messy locks of hair and bright green eyes that were hidden behind large round glasses laughed, "Ron you're always hungry."

The gangly red-head shot a glare at the two sitting across from him at the long table, "I can't help it, I'm a growing boy." He wined petulantly.

But before anything could be said further, Dumbledore stood up. "Good evening students. Dinner will be a little delayed tonight for we have two new students to sort."

Ron, Harry, and Hermione glanced at each other along with everyone else in the great hall.

Comments filtered throughout the room such as:

"New students? I wonder if they're boys!" a sixth year Hufflepuff squealed.

"I didn't know that we could get new students that weren't first years. . ." a Ravenclaw boy whispered.

"I wonder were they're from. . ." was by far the most popular comment made by both students and teachers.

Dumbledore cleared his throat in order to regain the attention of his gossiping students. "May I introduce Natalie Rodchester from Beauxbatons and Syrian Rodchester from Durmstrang."

The silence was deafening as two girls walked in from another room, behind none other then professor Snape.

The first girl that they saw had whiteish blonde hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail. Her bright green eyes sparkled with joy, but the underlying shadows were noticeable to those who had the same shadows. The next girl they saw had dark black hair that contained an eerie silver hue to it. When they looked to her eyes they were taken aback by the dark color. The only other person they knew with that dark of eyes was Professor Snape.

Everyone watched as Professor McGonagall brought out the three legged stool and sorting hat yet again. "Natalie Rodchester," she called.

The blonde bounced over to the stool and plopped down on it while the professor set the large hat on her head.

The blonde, Natalie, let out a large gasp when she heard a voice sound throughout her head, "Good evening Ms. Rodchester. . . . or should I say Ms Black? Let's see. . . .Hmmm. . . good, good. Lots of courage I see, and not afraid to stand up for oneself or others. Not much of a studier though I see. Well, where to put you? Certainly not Ravenclaw or Slytherin, that much is for sure. I think that Gryffindor would suit you best. Your father was in Gryffindor you know."

"Really?" she thought back, "Yay! Please don't say anything about our name, please!"

The rest of the students were waiting impatiently for the Sorting hat to place Natalie when it suddenly shouted, "Gryffindor!"

All of the Gryffindors stood up clapping loudly and wildly.

Natalie pulled the hat off of her head and smiled a large smile. She headed to her table and sat down next to Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

"Hello!" she said brightly, "I'm Natalie, but you already knew that, who're you?"

The trio blinked at the over zealous girl before replying, "I'm Hermione, and this is Ron and Harry." She pointed to the boys respectively.

"Nice to meet you!"

Before anything else could be said, they heard McGonagall call, "Syrian Rodchester."

Natalie squealed, "That's my sister." Her attention was immediately focused on her sisters sorting.

Syrian glared at the hat as it was being placed on her head, "Well, well, what do we have here. . . another black? Interesting. Let me see, you have an overwhelming thirst to prove yourself to others and feel that. . . what's this? Friends are meaningless and a waste of time? Hmm. . . interesting. You're not one thing like your sister. How strange. Well, let me see, where to put you? No doubt you would not do well in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, and I believe that you need more then Ravenclaw can supply so Slytherin it is."

The hat yelled Slytherin and all was silent for a moment before the Slytherin table burst with clapping and hollering just as the Gryfindors had done only moments ago. Along with the Slytherins though was Natalie. She stood up from her table and started cheering as well, "Go Syri!" she yelled, "Woooo!"

Syrian glared at nothing in particular as she made her way to her new found table. The day had not been going well thus far.

While Syrian descended to her table Ron yanked Natalie down into her seat, "What the bloody hell are you doing?" he hissed.

Natalie blinked at Ron, confused. "Cheering for my sister, what's wrong with that?"

Hermione sighed sadly, "you don't know much about Hogwarts do you?" she asked/stated. When Natalie gave her a blank stare she started to explain, "You see, the Gryffindors and Slytherins don't get along. At all. There's been a feud between the two houses for as long as anyone can remember."

Natalie was silent for a moment before, "You mean I have to be mean to my sister? That just won't due!" with this exclamation, she stood and stomped up to Dumbledore at the head table. "I demand to be in the same house as my sister. I can't and I won't be mean to her. I just won't do it!" she was silent for a moment in though, "I demand a. . ." uncertain of the word she was looking for she turned in the direction of her sister, "what's the word Syri?"

Syrian rolled her eyes before answering, "It's resort. And if you'd read Hogwarts: A History like I told you to, you'd have known about the rivalry."

Nodding, Natalie continued, "Yes, I demand a resort! . . . Wait a minute. . ." she turned back, "you knew and didn't tell me?"

Frustrated, Syrian stood and approached her sister. "Yes, I knew now stop embarrassing your self and go sit down!" she then proceed to drag her sister to her seat and sit her there. "Now make friends so I don't have to listen to whine about it later. And don't talk to me for the rest of the night, got it?" she hissed, then without waiting for a response she returned to her table sitting next to a pompous looking blonde boy.

Natalie smiled at her sisters' retreating figure. Not noticing the shocked looks she was receiving.

"Uh. You're just going to let her talk that way to you? That wasn't very nice. Are you sure she's your sister?" the black haired, green eyed boy inquired.

Natalie only laughed at the barrage of questions he was asking. "Yea, she's always like that. You get used to it after a while. Your names Harry, right?"

Harry nodded.

"But you really let her get away with that?" Hermione inquired curiously. "She doesn't act like she likes you very much."

That comment sent Natalie into a fit of laughter, "You're kidding right? My sister is a down right mother hen sometimes. She's always getting on me about homework and all that nonsense as well. Just now she was telling me to make friends. She knows how I get and doesn't want me to freak because this will be like first year all over again. And she also told me just now that everything will be the same between us no matter what house we're in."

Ron, not being able to hold in his query any longer hissed, "Would you have really joined Slytherin for her."

Natalie and the others sitting around them looked at Ron in astonishment. He sounded to hateful when he spoke.

"Ronald Wesley!"

"Ron! That wasn't nice."

"Ron that-"

"Was truly-"

"Uncalled for-"

"Apologize" two boys who looked to be twins with ginger hair, finished together.

Ron looked down, his cheeks turning as red as his hair. "Sorry" he muttered.

Another redhead piped up, "though I would like to know the answer to my idiot brothers question; Names Ginny by the way," the girl smile, "nice to meet you."

Natalie smiled at the younger girl. "Nice to meet you too. And yes, I would have. She's all I have left. How old are you, if you don't mind. . ."

Ginny smiled warmly, "I'm twelve. A year younger then that idiot your sitting next to."

Natalie's eyes lit up, "My sister's twelve, too! You should get to know her. She needs a friend her age."

Ginny nodded thinking that she was speaking of another sister she had, one who wasn't here yet.

One of the twin boys turned to Natalie, wanting to end the silence. "It's nice to have another set of twins around. Shame that you're in different houses though; Names Fred by the way, that's George." He pointed to his brother that sat across from him. The other boy looked confused for a moment before replying, "I am not. I'm Gred, Forge!"

'Forge' looked shocked before replying, "I'm so sorry Gred. I must have forgotten."

Natalie chuckled, "are they always like this?"

Hermione, Harry and Ron all nodded. "But at least you don't have to live with 'em" Ron muttered.

"Wait, twins? Who said anything about twins?"

'Gred' answered this, "since you're sisters and were sorted into the same year we figured you were twins, like us! Fraternal, of course, but twins none the less."

The others nodded in agreement, "It's is a logical assumption, you must admit." Hermione chimed.

"well, we're not."

"Then-"

"Why are-"

"You in-"

"The same-"

"Year?"

Ginny's eyes widened in realization of Natalie's earlier comment, "you mean to tell us that . . . your sister is only twelve? And in THIRD year?"

"your not?"

Over at the Slytherin table, Syrian sat reading a book that she had kept shrunk in her robes. She was trying her best to ignore her 'housemates'. She had the feeling that one in particular wouldn't leave her be for a while yet.

The annoying blonde that she'd sat next to after calming her sister.

Said annoying blonde was trying to talk to her right now.

"You and your sister look nothing alike. I feel bad for you, having a Gryffindork as a sister and all. You know, my entire family has been in Slytherin house. It is the best house in Hogwarts. Purebloods only." He'd been going on for over five minutes now. "I told you that I'm Draco Malfoy, right? My family has a lot of influence in the Wizarding world. You'd do well to be on my good side. So, no fraternizing with the . . . enemy."

Syrian looked over at the Gryffindor table to see those surrounding her sister gaping like fish. She snickered, they looked so stupid. Then, the younger redheaded, the girl looked over at her and they locked eyes for a brief moment. Syrian raised an inquiring eyebrow and causing her to look away. 'odd' she thought, but shrugged it off.

". . . hierarchy in the Slytherin dorms. It's important to know your betters." The blonde was still talking to her. She slammed her book shut loudly, which seemed to startle him. "Problem?" he asked snottily.

"Yes, actually. You. You're disrupting my reading."

He looked affronted before glaring at her darkly. "I said not to get on my bad side. I have connections." He threatened.

Syrian rolled her eyes, "I heard you the first time. I. Don't. Care. You can hide behind daddy dearest your entire life with your "connections" but it won't do you any good in the future when he's gone. Now shut it before I make your pompous ass shut up." With that she stood and stalked off.

Natalie looked over at her sisters table when she heard a book slam shut. "Uh oh," she whispered, "someone ticked my sister off."

The others, interested, looked over at the Slytherin table to see Malfoy glaring at Natalie's sister and her returning it boldly. She said something to the blonde to make him mad before getting up and stalking out of the Great Hall.

Natalie laughed, "oooohhhhh, not even a day and she already has an enemy. She really needs to lighten up."

Ron snickered, "that's Malfoy. He was most likely getting all high and mighty with her telling her not to make friends with the 'wrong sort'."

Confused, Natalie asked, "'wrong sort'?"

This initiated the story of when Malfoy introduced himself to Harry and Ron, well Harry anyway, two years ago.