A/n: OK ok, I don't own Harry Potter, or his friends, or family or acquaintances or strangers, HOWEVER Quincy is my own and I am very proud of her, and just so you know, I did not steal her from Tvnet222, she is a friend of mine and we traded characters Quincy was my gift to her for one story of hers, and if you get a chance, read her kick ass story called, "Slytherin Love" , oh and check up on the author Katuko, she rocks so hard that I didn't even think it was possible.

The three teenagers stood frozen for a moment, not exactly excited to share a trolley with someone who jinxed a girl moments ago, even if for their own benefit.

The girl rolled her eyes, 'Well?'

Although nerves had eaten their insides away, they followed her into the compartment and watched her sit down and drape her long legs over the bench across. 'Sit' she instructed rather humorously.

Harry sat down quickly next to the girls trainers, almost as if frightened to do so. Hermione took the seat next to Harry, and Ron attempted to sit on what looked like a rather larger gray pillow.

'Stop!' she shrieked and Ron flew straight up. The girl laughed at Ron's frightened expression and shook her head. 'No, no, you were about to sit on Jif, my cat."

Ron looked down to the large pillow only to just realize it was stirring peacefully, as it had no idea it was about to be crushed. 'Jif' she called out and the cat jumped off the bench and stretched out on the floor were Ron's feet nowlay.

'Yes, well I believe introductions are in order. I'm Quincy, just Quincy really. If you don't mind, I rather that is all you know' she laughed rather nervously, 'And who are you?'

The group shared glances and shrugged lightly.

'Ok, um, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley, and..'

Before he had a chance to continue, Quincy had shot up. 'Weasley, as in the Weasley joke shop? Are Fred and George your brothers? I though you looked familiar! They are such characters! It is great to meet another Weasley!'

Ron nodded, and gave Harry a startled look, no one really knew about Ronald Weasley before an introduction. Ron cleared his throat to start again. 'Yes, well I am Ron, and this is Harry, Harry Potter.' The group waited to see Quincy's reaction, or at least a glance at Harry's scar. However, much to their surprise, she stuck out her hand, her eyes never leaving his and said, 'Well hello there Harry!' Harry returned the shake, and he smiled greatly; he did not feel like being interrogating by another stranger.

'Yes, well that's Harry, and this is Hermione Granger.'

At the sound of Hermione's name, Quincy squealed loudly and clapped her hands excitedly. 'Hermione Granger? Thee Hermione Granger? It's great to finally meet you! I have read all about you!'

Hermione blushed, 'Oh well, thank you, but, exactly where did you read about me?'

'Where did I? More like where DIDN'T I! You're in every Hogwarts pamphlet there is!'

'Pamphlet?' asked Harry, 'I've never seen a pamphlet for Hogwarts.'

'Yes, well you accepted in your first year, didn't you?' said Quincy.

'Yeah, are you saying you didn't?' question Harry. 'You were asked to come, but you said no? You turned DOWN Hogwarts?'

'Now you've got it Harry! My granmom decided it was safest for me to go this year,' declared Quincy.

Harry shot up, 'What?' he snarled, 'Is she not right in the head or something? She thinks it is safest to come once Dumbledore is, is'

'HARRY!' Hermione snapped, although her eyes where brimming lightly of tears.

Quincy laughed, which made Harry twitch, Dumbledore's death was no laughing matter. 'It's quite alright, and my granmom is most certainly right in the head! Try not to think of its loses, and concentrate on the gain Harry.

'What? You mean like, Snape being gone? I guess, yeah and Malfoy!' Harry said, less angry now.

'Exactly what I mean Harry! A traitor like Snape is much better gone!'

Ron nodded in agreement, 'Don't forget Malfoy, that git.'

To their surprise, Quincy's eyes had a harder look than the calm one they gave off a moment ago. 'Yes, well. I suppose he wasn't that nice... '.'

'Wasn't that nice?' Harry scoffed, 'try the worlds biggest prat, couldn't stand him from the start, always prancing around, my father this and my father that, shouldn't have expected him to have the guts to do anything, and those goons, he deserves to have his whole family killed. I'd honestly do it if I had the chance!'

Harry took a deep breath, and the smell of smoke embraced his nose. Was something on fire? He glanced around and saw the bench beneath Quincy's fingers was smoldering under her touch.

'Uh, Quincy,' Harry started, not to sure how to tell her, 'it seems that, uh, err, your hand, it's on fire.'

'Oh? What? Yes, yes sorry, uh I wonder what that was about.' She retrieved her hand and shook it slightlyand the flame flickered from the instant wind and then soon disappeared. She tucked the hand inside her robe, but not before Harry gave it a glance; there were no burn marks.

'Yes, so, what about you guys, any unusual gifts?' Quincy asked, rather excited.

'Hermione knows everything,' Ron laughed and Hermione blushed crimson.

'Oh Ron please!' She said as she swatted her hand in his face. 'No powers, but Harry is a Parslemouth, and can produce a full patronus, I mean like a really powerful one.'

Quincy grinned, 'you too?'

Harry gave a nod, 'yeah, it's a stag, I call him Prongs. You can do one too?'

Quincy nodded, her eyes gleaming. 'Yeah, it's great! Doesn't it make you feel, feel so protected? And a Parslemouth, how extraordinary!'

Harry nodded and looked at the floor. 'So, is that all your just an oracle?

Although Quincy's green eyes were sparkling green, they soon drained shade, leaving a pale, sick color. 'Well, no, I can do more, much more. I happen to speak Dralik tongue, and I'm an Emofrolock, like my sister.'

The boys look instinctively at Hermione, both have never heard of Dralik tongue or Emofrolock. However, to much of their surprise, Hermione looked more confused than the both of them.

'A, a what?' Hermione stuttered. 'What exactly is an Emofrolock or Dralik tongue?'

Quincy glanced at her, a look of longing in her eyes. 'If you ever do find out Hermione, tell them when the time is right, ok?'

Harry looked at Hermione, who although was also unsure of the things that they just heard, nodded slowly.

'Yes, well I do congratulate youon being Head Girl Hermione!'

Hermione gave a flabbergasted look, and then remembered what Quincy told then earlier. She blushed and gave a short laugh. 'Yes thank you, I was so happy, and my parents were extremely pleased!'

Ron's face got hard, he was not chosen for Head boy, but decided to use Quincy's Oracle powers to his advantage.

'Who was made Head boy?' Ron asked Quincy casually.

Quincy raised her eyebrows, 'what makes you so interested?'

What did make Ron so interested, Harry wondered? The fact that he was allowed to skip classes, or maybe, if it could be that chance to be alone wi...

His thoughts would have to wait because bigger problems had erupted, most literally. To Harry's surprise and most sorrow, Crabbe and Goyle had burst into the trolley.

'Back again, are you?' Harry asked as he, along with Ron and Hermione retrieved their wands. 'Thought you wouldn't come back with out your leading boy!'

The boys didn't even give Harry a second glance, 'you,' said Goyle as he pointed to Quincy, 'you're coming with us.'

'She is not going anywhere!' Harry said through clenched teeth.

'No, Harry, it is ok, don't worry. If I need help, you'll know.'

She got up and gave a little stretch. Her sleeves slide down, revealing a snake like bracelet on each wrist. Harry looked harder, he arms were straight up, but the bracelets did not move. Quincy caught Harry starting and put down her arms.

'Goodbye, nice meeting all of you. I will definitely be seeing a lot of you.' And as quickly as they had seen her, she had gone; out of the trolley and down the dark hall, two large figures in front of her.