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It was hard for Amy to not become sick herself as she witnessed Erin fall from the Thestral and on to the ground, where she promptly expelled all the contents of her stomach onto the Forbidden Forest's floor. The blonde's face paled slightly, and she found the urge to crumble to the ground and become sick prominent in the pit of her stomach. But she held back; for, she really did not wish for the others to join her.

Lexi began to say, "C'mon, Erin, we have to get to the castle-" "Before anyone realizes we've been gone." Hermione rudely finished, casting a rather jealousy-tainted glare at Lexi. Erin nodded gruffly and pulled herself to her feet, resting most of her weight upon Lexi's outstretched arm.

Meanwhile, Ron was attempting to remove himself from the Thestral quite dashingly, but he was failing miserably. Harry merely slid off the right side and shoved his hands into his pockets, starting off towards the castle. "What's his problem?" Hermione asked of Amy. The blonde hesitantly glanced at her and said, "Lexi…, Lexi brought up Sirius." The bushy-haired girl nodded and didn't offer another word on the subject.

After Erin had been cleaned up and was ready to start towards the castle, Amy ran ahead in the direction she believed Harry had gone. When she became out of breath, she slowed to a calm walk, her emerald eyes surveying the forest with great precision. Soon, she became overwhelmed within the feeling of being 'lost' and merely forgot to look. And of course, that was when she found him.

"Harry." She stated simply, finding his hunched over form upon a rock. The boy didn't respond; his head was buried in his knees, his black glasses on the ground. Harry's messy black hair shifted and swayed as a light breeze passed them, but he gave no answer. She was a stranger; he already had enough people chastising him and telling him what and what not to do. He didn't need someone who had read about him to join the masses, too.

Ten minutes passed and finally the others caught up with them.The sun was just peaking above the distant mountains. This earned a groan from Hermione, who immediately prompted the group into a full-out sprint. 'We can't be found gone!" She heaved. Silently, Ron and the rest of the group agreed, doing their best to keep up with Harry.

As the castle approached, the small throng of travelers slowly began to notice slight signs of life within the castle. Once or twice they had caught a few faces in windows, and other times they swore they heard others walking towards them. It wasn't until they came to the very edge of the forest, however, that they cared of these signs.

"'You think anyone's seen us?" Harry asked shivering, his chest heaving from lack of oxygen. They had been running for at least five minutes now. "Doubt it." Lexi replied promptly, her breath still stable. It seemed she could go on forever. Amy wryly eyed the girl and caught up to her side, the ever looming Hogwarts edging closer and closer.

Gasps were uttered from Erin, Amy, and Lexi as they entered Hogwarts for the first time. Once they reached the staircases, the 'Golden Trio' found it quite hard to drag them from landing to landing, seeing as the girls were transfixed by the thought of moving staircases. This interest faded quickly, however, for they soon found the portraits, which hung all about, walking from frame to frame, whispering and chatting as animatedly as if they were actual human beings. One portrait of a rather large lady interested Amy in particular. "This is Gryffindor's entry isn't it?" She asked of Hermione, who, with an odd look, nodded. "Now, Harry, Ron, you two go up to bed. If anyone asks where I am, say I'm in the library.." Harry didn't care to listen to Hermione's miniscule speech. Instead, in mid-sentence he had left through the portrait hole. After waving a small good-bye to Lexi, Ron (who, of course, received fierce glares from Hermione) headed in as well.

Once in the common room, Ron jogged to catch up to Harry's side. "What's wrong mate?" He asked cheerfully. "Would everyone just stop?" Harry demanded angrily, before continuing through clenched teeth, "Nothing. Is. The. Matter. With. Me. I'm. Fine." Ron dropped back behind his friend, a hurt expression riddled across his face.

As the girls passed various halls and classrooms, Amy began to feel quite at home. Whenever they passed a significant classroom, she would identify it, earning queer looks from Hermione. "How on earth do you know where everything is?" "The books." Lexi replied pompously, her eyes traveling across the walls and over the doors. Everything was so majestic, beautiful.

"We need to get to Dumbledore, and fast." Hermione told the girls, jogging to prompt them into a run. Instantly, Lexi and Amy were at her side, whereas it took a few moments for Erin to catch up. Once they were all assembled together, it seemed like merely seconds before they were standing in front of the gargoyle which led to Dumbledore's office.

"I don't know the password." Hermione shrugged, an exasperated sigh expelling itself from her. She gave a sidelong glance to Lexi and Amy, expecting them to know the answer. When neither offered an answer, she folded her arms angrily and did her best to not pout. That was when Erin decided it best to relieve the girl of her frustration, and step towards the gargoyle. "You see, the password is truly simple. All you have to do is discover the pattern Dumbledore uses, and-" Erin suddenly broke off her speech and whispered something that didn't reach the rest of the group's ears. "There you are." Erin smiled deviously, knowing her knowledge of Dumbledore's passwords would eat Hermione away like poison.

When Amy beat Hermione to the top landing of the staircase, it truly was amazing. The bookworm had nearly rolled over the rest of the girls, so it was a wonder how the pale blonde overcame her. But all in all, it merely added to the element of surprise. As the girls entered, Dumbledore's eyes grew wide with suspicion, curiosity, and gloom. They're panting, he observed. Such meant they were sprinting. Such meant urgency. "Yes, Miss Granger?" He inquired placidly, his large, wise eyes peering over his half-moon glasses. And so the story of the deatheaters was revealed, as well as Voldemort's plan to use Amy against Harry.

"Fate, did you say?" He asked worriedly, jumping to his feet in a matter on milliseconds. The old man's face paled, his crooked, twisted hands wringing at his sides. "It is truly a pleasure, lady." Dumbledore took a deep bow upon such words, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "The last time I met you, you were two centuries old -still beautiful, I must add- and about ready to be wed…It is ever so exciting to meet you once more." Still dazed by the whole ordeal, Amy didn't quite consume all of the facts he relayed too well. "To be wed?" She asked, her mouth agape. "Yes, Lady….You know, I find it fascinating how Fate..er, you are merely enthralled by the hair color blonde. I've never seen you with a single other wisp of another hair color." A chuckle fell from Amy's lips, her head shaking vigorously. "Professor, I think you have me confused with someone…I'm merely fourteen years old.." Dumbledore nodded, his shiny silver hair grasping the light with a great ferocity. "I know..You have been reincarnated many, many times..In fact, we've had this conversation many times over, in fact." Amy's left eyebrow lifted into a graceful, thin arch as he said this, terribly confused by the enigma that was the old man. He acted as if he had known her for decades- which he should, she supposed, considering they, as he had said, had known each other for centuries. As this fact flew from her mind, she turned to the matter at hand. "Professor, how is this all going to work out? I mean, I'd rather not impose upon Hogwarts.." Fate trailed off suddenly, her rather impish eyes falling to the elaborately decorated floor of the man's office. "Worry of it not, dear. All three of you shall be placed in Gry-" "WAIT!" Lexi suddenly cried, "I want to wear the hat! Don't tell me, please! Oh, please, Professor, can I wear the hat?" Roars of laughter were expelled from Dumbledore, Amy, and Erin. Hermione, however, merely tapped her foot stiffly, and glared at the girls. "I do suppose you could.." Dumbledore exclaimed, his eyes dancing with merriment. "YES!" The brunette cried, instantly dashing over to where the hat was exquisitely placed. With the urgency of an expectant mother, she jammed the hat down below her ears, and waited for it to speak to her. "Hello..?" She asked discerningly, trying to grab the hat's attention. "Uh, Hello." It whispered in her ear. The action, of course, drew a giggle from deep within the tall, lanky girl.

"How are you?"

"I'm great, thanks. You know, I haven't been asked that question in quite a long time, I sincerely thank you for considering me, despite my appearance."

"Oh, any time! Anyways, what house do I belong in?"

"Ummn, let us see…AH, yes! You are easy to place, HUFFLEPUFF!"

"WHAT!" Lexi cried, ripping the hat off her head and then shaking it vigorously. "I was only making a joke, honestly child…WOULD YOU QUIT SHAKING ME?" Immediately, Lexi dropped the hat and stepped away from it. "I don't like liars." She said impishly, upturning her nose. "Well, right then, GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat yelled, causing a rather smug smile to overcome her façade. With the percentage of a dime, she turned about and took her place in the small space between Erin and Amy.

With Lexi's demand fulfilled, Dumbledore returned to finishing his sentence. "Now that we all know Lexi belongs in Gryffindor, you are all to head up to Gryffindor's quarters..In your dormitory (which will only be accessible by you three, Harry, Ron, and Hermione) you will find clothing, supplies, and textbooks for your assigned classes." These words caused Hermione to sway from her anger-driven glare. "But they aren't witches!" "Ah, they are not! They are, indeed, more powerful than even Voldemort himself. They will easily adapt to their classes, which I'm sure they'll find they're quite good at." He smiled conspicuously, and then shooed them from his office.