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Chapter Two

Early on September 1st, Heaven was wide awake even before Tom brought her morning tea up to her.

She was still finding it difficult to fathom that she was the granddaughter of the man that she had grown up admiring. Sure, she had dreamed of this world being real, but she never fathomed that it was true. And that she was a relation to Harry Potter, one of the most famous wizards in the world. None of her friends at home would believe her.

When it was time to go, she was ready. Her trunk was packed, and Hermione (or Hermy for short) was in her cage, and Heaven was with both down at the foot of the stairs. Pavarti greeted her at eight on the dot.

After finding out her heritage, she asked whether or not she should tell people her name was Nevaeh or Longbottom. She thought about it for a moment, before saying it was best to be honest and to tell them Longbottom Nevaeh and answer any questions they'd have as best she could. Heaven nodded, and felt that it would be weird to say that, even though it was true.

Pavarti took her trunk- which was heavy in Heaven's opinion- and set it on a cart she conjured out of thin air and put Hermy's cage on top of it. They wheeled it outside and down the street (there was a strike going on and the subway was out of commission)). At 10:45, they arrived at King's Cross and hurried to Platforms 9 and 10. They leaned casually across the barrier and slid through it and onto Platform 9 ¾.

For what seemed like the billionth time those past few days, Heaven was speechless. There were so many students with their parents and their pets and you could hardly hear over the squabbling that all of them combined made.

Pavarti turned to her. "Now listen Heaven. I want you to have a good time and behave. Don't act like Harry and go looking for trouble."

"He never went looking for trouble. Trouble usually found him," Heaven laughed.

"I mean it. Don't get into any trouble. Professor Weasley will inform me of any thing that you do."

"Yes ma'am," Heaven sprung into a mock salute.

The warning whistle blew and parents began to hurry their children on, while trying to get last minute hugs and kisses. Pavarti gave Heaven a hug and then pushed her onto the train. "Write to your parents!" she said as the train began to move.

"Which ones?" Heaven laughed and pulled her head in from the window.

Once the train started to move at a steady pace, Heaven dragged her stuff down the hallways, trying to find a compartment to sit in. A few of the kids in the compartments she went to gaped at her.

Well, what did they expect? Heaven was one that you would gape at. That day, she had just worn her usual Muggle clothing, which was a pair of black baggy pants with a black shirt that read 'Bite Me' and a pair of those shoes that look like they'd hurt your feet but really don't with white-out daisies painted on them. And she had her red hair enhanced which made the usual shocking redness even more red. It was looking at the sun without any protection.

Most of them were full and a few were filled with quite nasty Slytherins. Chuckling quietly to herself, Heaven moved on until she found a compartment with only one girl in it.

"May I join you?" she asked.

The girl looked up. She seemed to be a first year like Heaven, only not as nervous. She had long hair that was a mix of blond and brown, what some would call dishwater blond. Her eyes were a shade of blue that was somewhat shocking on that sweet of a face. Slowly, she nodded.

"Thanks," Heaven said and she sat down. It was after she sat down that she noticed what the girl was reading. It was a copy of The Quibbler. "Who's the editor of that?" she asked curiously.

"Luna Lovegood," the girl said in a silky voice. "She's also the Care of Magical Creatures teacher. I'm her granddaughter, Reba. Longbottom. "

"I'm Heaven. Heaven- Longbottom Nevaeh." Heaven said, just then realizing how weird it was that they both shared the same last name.

The girl seemed to notice. She raised her eyebrows. "How's that?" she asked.

"My dad's the son of Neville Longbottom. He died not so long after I was born and I was raised in an orphanage. I got adopted at the age of two."

"Oh, you're Lily's daughter. She died before I was born," Reba said. "Grandmamma was upset. She liked your mother a lot. She even wanted to raise you but someone said not too."

"Really?" Heaven asked.

"Yeah, she was really mad too."….

For the rest of the train ride, Heaven and Reba talked about their family history. Reba told her that she had never been to Hogwarts, even though both her parents had lived there, teaching until they disappear a few years ago when she was four. Her grandparents had made it important that their semesters did not follow each others so that at least one would be with her while the other one worked. They were interrupted by the food trolley and they got some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Heaven loved the buttered popcorn ones.

When the train slowed to a stop at the Hogsmeade Station, Heaven and Reba stepped off the train together. They made their way through the crowd towards Hagrid who was calling, "First years! Over here first years!"

"Wow!" Reba exclaimed when they reached Hagrid.

"Hiya Hagrid!" Heaven shouted.

"Move a long there Heaven!" Hagrid shouted.

They sail across the lake on the tiny boats (Heaven was ecstatic by this point). They trooped up the stairs, where a older woman greeted them. She looked like McGonagall, except younger and with fiery red hair.

"The first years Professor Giordano," Hagrid said.

"Thank you Hagrid," Giordano said. "This way first years."

She led them off the entrance hall and into a huge room that was covered in greenery. "This is the Divinations classroom," Giordano explained. "Professor Fireze would appreciate if you would not mess it up too much."

Several of the students sat down on the soft grass while others talked in whispers. "I heard from my brother that we have to face a troll," one girl said. Heaven snorted. She knew, or thought she knew, what was coming and she was starting to get a little antsy.

What house would she be sorted into? She didn't think that she was best for Gryffindor, even considering her family history. Slytherin was out of the question, she was to nice for that. Possibly Hufflepuff, but her best bet would be Ravenclaw. She was smart, of that she was sure. But was that good enough?

"Come along now." Professor Giordano was back. The first years all got up and followed her out of the room and towards the vast doors of the great hall. They followed her in precession between the four tables before they reached the t7eacher's table. The first years all stopped when they reached the three legged stool on which the sorting hat was perched on top of it. Everyone stared expectantly and Heaven saw the rim move before it broke out in song:

"Why hello there little ickles

Listen closely to me
Devised by the founders I happen to be!

I see the time has come once more
To start the year off right
But there's one thing to do before
On your rooms you can lay sight.

Won't you come and sit beneath me?
We'll talk of things inside your heads
And find out where to put thee.


For which house will be yours to cheer
Is the question indeed
On the minds of all the first years
And my decision you must heed

Perhaps your future lies with Slytherin?
With determination you'll accomplish your goals
You should be ambitious and cunning
Aim for the stars. You can't afford follies

Slytherin's the house for those with ambition.
It's where the power-hungry thrive.
They will use any means within their grasp,
But they'll reach the goal for which they strive.

Or perhaps amongst the Hufflepuffs,
With loyalty steadfast and true.
Kind Helga was always heard to opine
That friendship could see you through.

Dear Helga Hufflepuff with open heart,
whose diligence and industry set her apart
Would gladly welcome you into her fold
Where dwell the hardworking and kind as of old.

Should you go with Ravenclaw?
Where wisdom is the norm,
To Rowena's tower climb,
To rules and books conform.

Ravenclaw is for the scholarly:
Those that hide their noses in a text.
But when they're backs' are against the wall,
They'll think of something clever to do next.

Not satisfied with books and learning?
Gryffindor's demands are bravery and courage
If adventures and action are what you're yearning
There, adventures you'll be welcome to forage.


Great Godric Gryffindor, daring and wise
Bravery not weakness; truth not lies
A noble heart and brave soul, this is where you belong
you'll fit in the Gryffindor throng.

Place me upon your head
I worry not about your name
I will see if you'll fit right in
With the house that's been called insane

Once a year I grace the hall
With song and wisdom grand
Everyone has a jolly ball
But I need a helping hand.

But no matter where you're sorted
Take solace in the fact that
You're all a family here at Hogwarts
And I'm just a humble hat.

The hat went silent and everyone applauded. "Now when I call your name, I want you to come up here and sit on the stool and wait to be sorted by the hat. Aberforth, Alex!"

A scared mousy looking boy stepped forward and sat down on the stool. The hat was barely place upon his head when the hat shouted, "RAVENCLAW!" The second table on the right applauded and Alex went to go join them.

The list went on. Hannah Bristol went to Hufflepuff and her twin brother went to Slytherin. There were cat calls from the Gryffindor table when he sat down.

"Coachman, Jake"… "Finnegan, Ramada"… "Heavens, Harry"… then…

"Longbottom, Rebekah!"

Reba walked up to the stool. Heaven could see Professor Longbottom and Professor Lovegood sit up straighter. The Sorting Hat took a little bit longer for Reba than some of the others. Then…

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Her grandparents clapped enthusiastically as Reba jumped off the stool and headed to the table on the far right. On the way, she gave Heaven a thumbs up.

Heaven thought they must have her down by Nevaeh, because they didn't call her before or after Reba was sorted. She had to wait till after Necessary, Kristina was sorted into Slytherin before she heard, "Nevaeh/Longbottom, Heaven!"

Slowly, she walked up to the stool. She sat down and she got a view of Reba crossing her fingers before the hat was place upon her head and she could only see black and red, the red coming from her own hair.

"Let's see now," a voice said in her ear. "Good family ties I see. Yes, very good indeed. Smart and very studious. And very artistic. You'd like to go and sketch the giant squid rather than go looking for trouble. But I don't think Ravenclaw would be right for you."

What? Heaven thought. Will I go to Hufflepuff then?

"You prove my point right there. You forgot that I know your every thought. Apparently you need to read the books again, Miss Nevaeh. And you wouldn't do go in Hufflepuff either. Let me see…you've got a sense of justice, and you'll try to leave quarrels in the hands of somebody else, rather than get involved yourself. Then of course, you're quite a benevolent girl. You want to help other people - give them a better life than you had. This says Hufflepuff very strongly. But as I said, you wouldn't do well in Hufflepuff. But...really, you could go in either. I know just the house for you. Miss Nevaeh, you'd be best in the house of the daring and wise. You belong in GRYFFINDOR! "

The last words were shouted to the hall. After she removed the hat, I could see and hear again and I could hear Reba cheering for me from the Gryffindor table. I jumped down and headed for the table on the far right.

"Excellent!" Reba said, thumping Heaven's back enthusiastically. Heaven just grinned and looked back at the head table where the last of the first year were being sorted. When finally "Zaxby, Thomas" was sorted into Gryffindor, Professor Weasley (it was so strange to call him that) stood up and it went silent.

"Welcome to all of our new comers and to our old comers, welcome back! There are a few announcements, but this is not the time. Dig in!"

And like that, the plates in front of them were filled with food.

As they all bit of everything, (Heaven was a vegetarian so she didn't get any of the steak), they all told a little about themselves. For some, it was simple.

"I've grown up in Bristol all my life," said Catalina Foster. " My mum's a Muggle. She knew my dad for years and years but never knew he was a wizard."

"What about you Heaven?" one boy asked.

"Oh!" Heaven was shocked to be asked her opinion. "Well, I was adopted from the age of two by some nice Muggles in America. We lived in Mississippi for about eight years until just recently, when we moved to New York to get away from the horrible hurricanes that happen during the summer. I was writing some fan-fic when something broke my window. It turned out to be Rubeus Hagrid to tell me I had been accepted to Hogwarts."

A few looked confused. "Fan-fic?"

"Fan Fiction," she explained. "It's where a reader if they like a particular series or book, they write their own version of things. I was writing a fan fiction story for a contest I wanted to enter."

"What was the topic?" Reba asked.

"Write a Fifty Page Story About a Character Who Witnesses the Events In Any of the Harry Potter Books." Heaven said. "I was writing about a girl named Jeneva who was a prefect and came across some Hufflepuff students who had heard spells going off. It was part of the sixth book in the Harry Potter series."

They stared blankly at her. "I like to write and draw stuff," She said quietly.

"Do you have any of your pictures?" Catalina asked.

"Yeah," She said a little taken aback. She opened her backpack and pulled out a small picture she had made when she was younger. It was of a seascape of the Gulf Coast before a hurricane had messed it up. Heaven passed it around.

There was a chorus of "Wow's" as the first years looked at the picture. Heaven took it back, a little embarrassed. "It's not much," she said. "I'm only a beginner."

Down the table, a few of the third years were playing around by flicked mashed potatoes across to each other using their spoons. One of the boys, a hottie by the looks of it, with curly brown hair and startling green eyes, missed and it hit Reba in the face.

"Watch it!" Heaven said angrily down the table and the boy grinned sheepishly and flicked a large amount back at Heaven, which hit her in the face. Her face hot, she wiped the mashed potatoes off her face and threw a venomous look at the boy, who was now talking to a friend of his.

When the main courses were done, the desserts appeared and they all dug into all sorts of ice cream and cakes. Heaven in particular, took a few slices of strawberry cheesecake and pecan pie. Afterwards, those dishes too soon disappeared. And Professor Weasley stood up and the hall went silent again.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'VE HAD TOO MUCH PEPSI! Translation: Read and Review