Disclaimer: yeah right like I could ever own the rights to Harry Potter. I'm not as cool as J.K. Rowling. Also, some of the names I use in this belong to Sara Douglass.

This chapter and several following it will likely mention many 70's music icons. Unfortunately, I don't own them either.

The ground outside was soft and gave way under Faraday's feet easily, no thanks to the rain. Students had gathered together in their respective groups and clambered into carriages that were pulled by…something? At the beginning of a pebble walkway an older woman stood with a stern but not unpleasant look on her face. Without hesitation Faraday smiled at her in greeting and the woman sort of smiled back.

"Welcome Miss Hunter. I am Professor McGonagall Deputy Headmistress and I will be assisting you in your sorting tonight. So if you will just follow me up to the school. With that the professor turned on her heels and began to traverse up the walkway to the entrance hall of the school. All apprehension Faraday had suffered in the last two weeks of summer, especially the last day while on the train, vanished. She was now so excited to be at this school and in Europe away from all things familiar. The only thing now that would be familiar to her would be the magic and of course Quidditch. That reminded her of the boy James she'd been talking to about Quidditch with. He'd said he was the captain of his house team and seeker. 'He must be pretty good,' she'd thought when he'd told her that. He'd been a really nice guy, they all had. So it was no surprise, to her at least, that she found herself hoping that she'd be in their house. With any luck she would be sorted into their house and could then try out for a chaser position on their house team. The walk up to the castle had finally come to an end as she was stepping up the ancient stone steps. It was huge. She'd heard stories before, of course. But she had never in her wildest dreams imagined it would look like this.

"This way," Professor McGonagall instructed.

The moment she stepped into the school her sense of smell was attacked with the scent of pumpkin spice and sweet sugary cookies. She smiled, really for no reason at all other than for some reason she just couldn't help herself. Like in the way one laughs out loud to themselves when they think of something humorous and they are the only person that knows why and what they are laughing at.

She stepped into what she could only assume was an office. Portraits hung all over the walls and close to a desk a phoenix was sat on a golden perch. It blinked at her with its fathomless beady black eyes. The professor walked back over to her with a stool, to which she instructed Faraday to sit. McGonagall then placed a ratty old hat on her head and faraday couldn't help but frown in confusion. Before she had the chance to ask what the hat was for a voice sounded from nowhere. It was a raspy voice, ratty almost, like the hat. It spoke of her family or rather, her blood. She was a pureblood, but not from any particularly renowned family. Not many American families were considered renowned, because in America, blood never really meant much to anyone. The hat told her she had a strong sense of moral and justice, and she tends to speak her mind regardless of the outcome, which can lead to hurt feelings. Nonetheless, she's social, outgoing, and charming. There was only one house for her and that was "Gryffindor!"

McGonagall smiled and removed the hat from Faraday's head. "Since you have been sorted into Gryffindor I will be your head of house. In instances of severe trouble you will answer to me. Though I must say I hope that never happens. You may change into your robes and then come down to the great hall and seat yourself with your housemates." With that the professor left the office and sitting on the desk was a Gryffindor uniform. They hadn't been there before so she could only assume that house elves had put them there. She made sure the door was closed and then changed into the robes. These were almost the same as the uniforms the boys had been wearing, with the exception that they wore pants. It had to be said that she was never too fond of skirts, but what other choice did she have? The opaque black stockings made her long skinny legs look somehow longer and skinnier. But the uniform was comfortable enough and she wasn't about to start complaining. Faraday grabbed the long black and maroon robe from the desk and headed out the door and down the narrow spiral staircase to the main floor. The guardian of the office jumped back into its spot once she got out of the stairwell.

The closer she got to the great hall the better she could smell the strong aroma of food. Her stomach flopped pathetically in a way that made her think that inside her it must look like a shriveled piece of fruit. Students were just flocking into the great hall and from the corner of her eye she spotted Remus. With a wide grin on her face she made her way over to him.

"Long time no see," She couldn't fight the grin no matter how hard she tried.

He turned to face her and immediately smiled back. "You made Gryffindor! Congratulations!"

"Its nice to know I wont have to completely re-acquaint myself with people. I can just tag along with you all year."

Something akin to worry flashed through his eyes at her statement but it passed before she could register if she'd said something wrong. Remus led her to their table and she sat next to him and across from Sirius and James.

"Hey! You made Gryffindor! That's awesome." James said, noticing the unfamiliar yet familiar face that sat across from him.

"Yep, lucky for you we'll be playing together instead of against each other. I'd hate to wipe the pitch with you, being new and all. It could stain your reputation for good. And then I'd just feel guilty." She said all of this with that same stupid grin.

"Oh so you think you're good then?" Sirius asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't really like to brag but…I wouldn't be surprised if I went pro some day."

The boys laughed but it was really in a rude way.

"Sorry but what did you say your name was?" James asked her.

"Faraday Hunter. You can just call me Fay though. It's what I'm used to."

"Hmm…FayFay… I think we'll keep her." Sirius announced to the marauders.

She laughed slightly with her pumpkin juice in her mouth. James and Remus laughed goodheartedly and Peter grinned oafishly with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.

Just down the table the 5th year girls looked on with remorse. A brown haired girl spoke up softly so as to not be overheard.

"Poor girl 'as got no idea whit she's goatten 'erself intea." Her accent was thickly Scottish and laced with slight sarcasm.

"Yes well I'm sure she'll find out soon enough. They'll no doubt perform some sort of immature "initiation" into their stupid gang." A bright eyed red head said, looking down the table and glaring at James.

"Best of luck to her."

The feast ended well into the evening but students were free to retire to their common rooms when they felt they could not be around food any longer. After Sirius had had his share of dessert the five of them headed up to the Gryffindor common room where the boys would begin to give Fay a sort of crash course on what REALLY goes down at Hogwarts.

Writers Comments:

Wow…I sure am glad it didn't take me forever to get this chapter out…. SIKE! I'm really sorry about that. I've just been sorta unmotivated lately AND I've been working like crazy no thanks to the holidays. BUT I really will try to be more frequent with this. Any words of encouragement and possible ideas are greatly welcome so feel free to share but don't be offended or hurt if I choose to disregard one of your suggestions. And it should also be known that I'm TERRIBLE with criticism even if it is constructive. I don't yell or anything. I just simply won't listen to it and I'll be all nice and disgruntled for a bit haha. Oh yeah, sorry this one wasn't as long as the last. But that one was really more long simply for introductory purposes.

Anyhow….Peace, Love, and Unity.