A/n: I DON"T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYOF HIS FAMILY/FRIEND! Are you happy NOW? Ok, for Katuko (an awesome avatar fanfic writer) I am finally putting in her wicked character RENEE! Of which I own

Ron stuck his head back into the trolley closing the door, 'think she'll be alright?'

Harry and Hermione gave helpless shrugs as they returned back to their seats.

'Oh!' Hermione jumped and she glanced to the floor, 'her cat, he's still here.'

Almost as if he was tapped by an invisible stick, Jif looked up and gave a great stretch. He looked around the trolley, he's mystic green eyes turning cold; he was looking for his master. He gave a great leap and attempted to look out the trolley window.

'That cat's mental, he is!' Ron said as the cat took yet another great leap. Jif settled down and turned toward Ron. He rotated his shoulder blades and jumped onto Ron's lap, causing him to groan.

'He's a ton!' Ron exclaimed as the cat looked him in the face.

Jif opened and closed his mouth, and then, with great effort meowing something that sounded much like, 'oi!'

Ron jumped and crashed on the hallway floor. 'Did you hear him? Harry, 'Mione, did you hear? The cat, he talked!'

But the two were clasping their stomachs from the loud laughter that was erupting from their mouths.

'You should have seen your face Ron!' Hermione laughed, 'like you've seen a ghost!'

'But he talked! The cat talked!' Ron shrieked, praying that they wouldn't think he was mental.

'He meowed Ron, it's what cats do!' Harry chuckled.

Ron wiped the dirt from his robe and sat down without another word.

The train stopped, and the three erupted from the trolley, all their belongings were back with Luna, Ginny and Neville. The gray cat flew outside and took off in the opposite direction.

Harry walked slowly and noticed the low number of children on the train. Groups of three stuck together in a trolley, and first years gave terrified looks as Harry passed them in a slow manner.

'Bout time!' Ginny said as Harry, Ron and Hermione strolled back into the trolley to retrieve their belongings.

'Got caught up, met a new girl,' Ron grunted as he pulled his trunk from the top shelf

Luna looked up, 'oh really? Because my fath...'

Hermione put her hand up into Luna's face, 'What did he say? No, let me guess! That all new students where, pixies? Nymphs! Luna please, your father makes as much sense as a demented ogre!'

Trevor slipped from Neville's hand and Ginny, Ron, and Harry fell to the floor, taking as much time as needed to catch him.

'For your information, Ms. Granger, my father said an oracle was coming to Hogwarts, or does that sound like ogre talk?'

Everyone looked up. Luna, who was usually carefree, was in fact very red in the face.

'I'm, yea, well she was an Oracle. Quincy.., well she didn't tell us her last name,' Hermione laughed nervously, 'I'm sorry Luna, I didn't...'

But Luna had stalked out of the trolley muttering under her breath, and Hermione looked back at the group, all of who were which giving her hard looks.

'Oh come of it!' She screeched, 'How was I supposed to know! You know as well as I most of the things coming out of her mouth is just plain nonsense!'

'Can't you lay off Hermione?' Harry asked, 'she means well.'

Hermione looked down and nodded, 'ok, um, shall we get going? We don't want to be late.'

Ron stepped into pace with Hermione as they walked off the train, 'don't feel to bad Hermione,' he said as he squeezed her shoulder. 'How were you supposed to know she was actually talking the truth?'

She laughed and then looked into his face gratefully; he could always make her smile.

Hermione stepped off the train and followed Harry into the coach. They squeezed in and took their seats.

Harry looked out in the window, his mind filled with interesting thoughts.

'Hermione?' He called out, amazed at how low his voice was.

'What is it Harry?' She asked as she switched seats with Neville to be next to him. 'I can hardly hear you.'

'Oh, sorry,' Harry apologized as his voice rose. 'I wanted to ask you something, you know, about before, about what happened in the hall. When Quincy repelled the spell.'

'What about it?' Hermione asked less interested and now starring out the window.

'She called you and Ron lovebirds.' Harry said, trying to sound serious but he couldn't help but snicker a little bit.

'Oh it was a mistake Harry!' Hermione argued, (trying to keep her voice low so no one could over hear), looking away from the window and turning a delicate shade of pink, 'anyone could have thought that!'

'Yeah, that's what I thought, at first. But she is an oracle.'

'So?'

'Well, she said it herself, Oracles can know more than others'

'What are you getting at Harry?'

'Well, she was right about you not having your wand, so why would she make a fool out of herself if you guys weren't, I don know, dating?'

'Well we're not!'

'Yes, I know, but, what I had wanted to ask you was, do you like Ron?'

'What does that...'

'See, I thought maybe if she thought he liked and you and um you liked him, she could easily mistake that you two were..'

Hermione, who though was very fired up, was now blushing so deeply that Harry didn't even need her to answer. But that didn't matter because before Hermione could even speak, the train came to a sudden halt and everyone jerked forward.

They shuffled into the Great hall, and no matter how hard Harry tried to imagine it, he knew that the headmaster's chair would not conceal Dumbledore. Never the less, he trotted to the middle of the Gryffindor table and sat down with Ron at his side Ginny across from him and Hermione next to her. As the witches and wizards shuffled into their seats, Harry scanned the teachers table for the new teachers. There sat Kingsley Shacklebolt, in the deepest purple Harry had ever seen, and down the table, towards Hagrid sat a beautiful much younger looking teacher; another one of Bill's wedding guest. She sat tall and straight, black hair covering her shoulders. She was in obvious deep conversation with Hagrid. On the back of her chair stood a large black hawk, head turning toward the students, in an in-powering manor. Almost as if on cue, a loud thud was heard from the doors of the Great hall, and flat on her facewas Tonks, surrounded by frightened looking first years. She gathered herself and strode up to the sorting hat.

'Come now, don't be shy, that's it, form a line. Don't be frightened, it won't bite, might give a side comment or two, nothing to worry about.'

One by one the students sat on the stool and ran to there table a slight cheer following them. The sorting came to an end and McGonagall stood up, ready to give the welcoming sermon. Harry turned away; he couldn't bear to ear yet another sad speech about the loss of Dumbledore. He wouldn't have to look away long, for the black hawk that was on the Professors chair was soaring high into the ceiling. It swooped low and Harry was amazed that McGonagall didn't say anything. He looked back at the headmistress, only to see that she didn't notice, or maybe not even know. He looked at the student, every ones head was turned forward, looking up at the speaking headmistress. 'Maybe this is like the thestrals,' he thought to himself. Then to his great surprise, he saw Quincy, a few seats down from his own, following the great birdwith her eyes. He quickly slipped out of his seat, to get closer to her; maybe she would know what was going on. He squeezed in next to her and moved toward her ear,

'Do you see it?' he asked.

'Of course I see it!' she answered, eyes never leaving the hawk.

'Why just us?'

'It's not only us, look!' She pointed to the Hufflepuff table, eyes still consentrated on ther bird, and indeed few other students were pointing toward the ceiling.

'So why just some of us?' he questioned.

Her eyes grew wide and she grabbed the scruff of his neck and pulled him down. The hawk came swooping downward and landed on the Gryffindor table, right in front of Quincy and Harry. Harry gaped at the gigantic size, but Quincy stuck out her hand and patted the bird.

'Figured you pop by for a visit, Cellox. Ren will not be happy you interrupted Minerva's speech.' The bird shook his head and Quincy giggled, 'she sent you here? Figures, thinks I'm lonely, well I've got Harry at my side!' She grabbed his hand and placed it on the hawks head.

'Go on, he won't bite, he's a good bird, wise and so understanding.'

Harry nodded, noticing the hawks longs claws and very sharp beak...

As quickly as he had landed, he flew away, right back to the teacher's chair. Clapping erupted around him and he stood up with the rest of the crowd and joined in.

McGonagall smiled and half sat down and then sprang up once more, 'Oh students, before you enjoy the fulfilling meal, I have three new teachers to introduce. The new transfiguration teacher will be Professor Tonks!' Clapping started again and Harry could hear cheers coming from Hermione and Ginny. 'The new potions teacher and head of Slytherin has been taken by Professor Shacklebolt!' Slytherin gave loud cheers as Shacklebolt stood up and took a great bow. 'Finally theteacher who will bethe new head on Gryffindor and the Defense against the Dark arts teacher will be Professor Renee!' This time loud clapping was heard by Quincy, who had stood up on the bench and started whistling. Most of the boys were also whistling, and Harry was sure it wasn't only because they were very excited to learn. McGonagall sat and food appeared on the red velvet covered table. He got up to return to Ron, Hermione and Ginny when he remembered his newest friend.

'Quincy, care to join us, we're sitting...

'In the middle yeah I know, ok I'll come, just promise methat you willnot take any pomegranate juice.'

'What? Why? Are you allergic?'

'No, it's just that I don't think Ginny would fancy having it down her front is all.'

Harry laughed as he and Quincy started to walk towards his friends, maybe this year would be as bad as he expected.

Quincy couldn't help but give a deep sigh.