Chapter Four

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"Well, anyway. We should be on or way to the castle now," said Hermione.

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Harry and I got up and walked to the carriages. On my way, I pushed Malfoy into the mud. I snicker at that memory. I saw the Thestrals. I went up to one and patted it on the head. It suddenly bowed to me. "Okay, that's weird," I say, confused. "What's weird? Why can't I see anything?" asked Ron. "It's the Thestral. It's bowing to me, for some odd reason," I say. "Ooh, the Queen of Death has her steeds bowing to her," teases Chloe. I got up and sat in the carriage, trying not to look at the numerous Thestrals around me.

I lean back and close my eyes. "Why are you closing your eyes?" asked Hermione. "She likes Thestrals but only when there's not so many. This amount of Thestrals just relives her darkest moments," explains Benji. I shiver. "Don't remind me, Benji," I say. Harry sees this and puts a hand on my shoulder… Wait – did that just happen? Did Harry just put his hand on my shoulder? OOH! I think.

HOGWARTS CASTLE, ENTRANCE HALL

I walked inside with Chloe and Benji behind me. "Miss Black?" says a woman in long emerald green robes. They resemble the colour of Harry's eyes. Wait – why is it that thinking of Harry's eyes? I can't be crushing on him! I'm his frickin' Guardian Angel – thing because I have to frickin' DIE for him! This sucks – I AM crushing on him. I think. "Yes?" I reply. "You, your sister and brother are going to be sorted alphabetically. Therefore, it's Benjamin, Chloe and then Roxanne. Got it?" she said. "Yes, professor," I reply.

Sorting Ceremony

"And now, we have three new students who have transferred from the St. Paul's Institute of Gifted Wizards and Witches," said Dumbledore. Me: I want Dumbledore still alive, and I'm the author so I can do whatever! "Black, Benjamin," said McGonagall. I learned her name from a passing student He walked gracefully to the hat and put it on. Bunches of students were whispering, "Black? He's related to Sirius Black?" "GRYFFINDOR," It yelled almost immediately. "Black, Chloe," said McGonagall. Chloe went over and sat on the stool with the hat on her head. Even more whispers. "That's his sister? She doesn't look like him at all," It paused for a second and yelled "GRYFFINDOR". She looked relieved and ran to the table with red and gold banners. Damn, what would happen if I get into Slytherin? Dad – if he were still alive – would KILL me.

You know what; I never explained what we look like. I have my mom's eyes, which are the colour of mist. Then, I have black hair that's always untidy; I also wear black emo glasses. Benji on the other hand is a perfect replica of dad: black hair, steel grey eyes and the ability to make girls swoon. Chloe is a bit special. She has dad's eyes but the ability to change them according to her emotions. She wears this blue, metal half-framed pair of glasses. She then has mom's hair that means curled blonde waves.

"And finally, Black, Roxanne," she said, rolling up her scroll. 'Ah, another Black, oh you're that boy's twin…hmm, what's this? You're mother was the offspring of an angel and a demon? Dear, dear me, this is a hard placement. You're mischievous. Have a certain disregard for the rules, brave and loyal but have a desire to prove yourself. You're much like that Potter boy. You both are almost alike...You could do well in Slytherin,' said a small voice in my head. I'm assuming that it's the Hat. 'Bloody hell no, I'm not going to frickin' Slytherin,' I say to it. Of course, it's in my mind. "You are like a female Harry Potter; oh you're one of the prophecy children. Your fate is entwined with Mr. Potter's eh, well, can't have you in Slytherin. So…better be, GRYFFINDOR!" It said, exclaiming the last part. I took the hat off my head and walked to the Gryffindor table. I think it took an entire minute for my sorting.

I sat down next to Benji and Harry. The food appears and I don't eat, preferring to play with my necklace. "What do the charms on your necklaces mean? They seem to have some significance," said Harry. "Well, the gemstone refers to the colour of the soul mate's eyes. As you've seen, mine's green, Chloe has blue and Benji has purple. The locket has pictures or personal items in them, but the red stone has something else. It's a fragment of the destroyed Philosopher's Stone. You know what that is," I say.

"Soul Mates?" he asks. "Well, Soul Mates as in either someone who you like, immensely like, have a HUGE crush on or love. It can be any. When you find them, you can have a fight with them, you can yell at them, you can dislike them, but in the end, you both end up together," I explain. "What happens when both crush on each other or love each other?" he asks. "Well, the crush will develop into real love and the love is the strongest bond. That way, either both live or one finds a way to bring the other back to life if they're dead," I said. I don't know why he asked THAT question. Could he be crushing on me as well? I know I'm crushing on him – in a major way.

Do you want to know what's in the lockets? Well, Benji has a chip of brown amber, a miniature of our family portrait and an emblem of a falcon. Chloe has a picture of the three of us. I have a green emerald that serves as the eye of a leopard engraving and a picture of Dad and me.

He looked at my locket. It has an engraving of my name on one side with a space for another one below it. My Dad used to say that once I found my Soul Mate, he returned my feelings, and we both admitted it, his name would appear below mine. "What's in there?" he asked. "Well, you'll see eventually. I let people see them sometimes," I reply in an airy voice. "I see…" says Harry trailing off. "Now, before you go to sleep, there will be a Welcoming Dance this Saturday night. A date or an escort is a must, and so Friday will be a free day where you will be able to go Hogsmeade," said Dumbledore.

My eyes became downcast. "What's wrong sis?" asked Benji. "Benji…you remember, I never could go to any dances because I never had a date back at St. Paul's. Who's to say that it'll be different this year?" I ask. "You're really beautiful Roxxi, there'll probably be guys lining up to ask you," said Chloe. "Yeah…right," I snort. There's only one boy who I want to go with I thought.