Somebody, please review!! Also, I will start putting my chapters into POV. I will try to it to have at least three different people per chapter. Also I will let the second POV probably pick up just about when the other ended. Maybe not quite there though. ;b And maybe I will just float. I have never been good at writing specific POVs.

Chapter 4 – Arriving

Harry's POV

Being the first to enter the Great Hall, I noticed several things. One, Professor Lupin was back. Two, there was two extra chairs at the staff table. Third was that one was empty and in the other was Professor Willis, whom we had met in the bookshop.

"Well, she's not the DADA teacher," Ron hissed at Hermione when he caught sight of Lupin.

I was about to interrupt them when I saw someone unfamiliar at the Ravenclaw table. I had been first in, and didn't understand how she had beaten me in here. She had shoulder length jet-black hair and her skin looked to have been slightly sun-kissed.

"Who do you think that is," I whispered to Ron and Hermione as I sat down.

"Malara," came the answer.

"Who," I asked again, I still had my eyes on her. There was something vaguely familiar about her.

A pair of long fingers with bright blue nails snapped in front of my face. I turned to face the person who wanted my attention; it was Paet.

"Oh, hi, Paet."

"Hello, Harry. That girl at the Ravenclaw table is Malara," she spoke calmly and patiently as though she was speaking with a child.

"Paet, your mother said that you would explain," Hermione suggested.

While at the same time I asked, "How did you know that?"

"Hold up," she laughed. "First Harry. I know because she is my friend. Second Hermione. That will take longer to explain, so lets wait till we get to the common room. Till then, why don't we sit down for the sorting and feast."

As we sat down, a new thought popped into my. "Hey, Paet?"

"Hmm?"

"What class is your mom teaching?"

She smiled cunningly, "A new one. Sixth and seventh years only." Her eyes dared us to ask more.

I could almost feel Hermione roll her eyes at the blue haired girl. I was going to ask more when the doors opened and Professor McGonagall led the first years in.

To me, only one of them stood out. She had hair that can only be described as blackness itself. But the reason that she stood out was because it looked as though she carried a heavier weight on her shoulders than I did on mine. I didn't think that possible.

I watched this new girl with a strange feeling of dread. Finally, I learned her name – Tiffany Richardson. This feeling grew when she was sorted into Slytherin.

I glanced up at the high table. Two of the teachers were watching Tiffany; Professor Snape and Professor Willis. I didn't understand why Professor Willis was watching her, nor did I comprehend the look that was on her face.

Ron's POV

I hadn't noticed them until the first Gryffindor had been sorted. After that, I couldn't really have ignored them. I grimaced when I heard their cheering for the new first year. Fred and George were back. Whoever had let them back into the school, I had to find them so I could ask them why they had dealt me a death sentence.

It barely penetrated my senses that the Slytherins had a new girl named Tiffany Richardson. What caught my attention was that "Malfoy" was trying to start a conversation with this girl. I almost laughed aloud when she said something that made him turn purple in the face and stalk away in rage.

I then realized that Paet was staring across the hall. It looked as though she had made unbroken eye contact with Cestellia at the Slytherin table. I looked over there too. I only looked back when I heard a small strand of words that were spoken in an extremely hushed whisper and through barely moving lips.

I looked back towards the Slytherin table just in time to catch a barely perceptible nod from the other Dennic. Both then turned toward the staff table.

I didn't know what had just happened, but the stab in the dark was that they had just had a conversation across the room without even using normal volume. I would have to ask Hermione about it later.

Dumbledore had just stood up, so I focused on the start-of-term announcements.

"First, I should like to congratulate all of the Houses for the new students that they have gained. Second, I would like to say that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. We have Professor Lupin joining us again as our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Also we have added two new classes to the sixth and seventh year courses. Professor Willis will be teaching the Onomancy class and Professor Crosse, who is not here at the moment, will be teaching the Dream Interpretation class. Schedules will be passed out tomorrow. You may eat." He smiled as he sat down and then mounds of food appeared on the table in front of me.

I quickly heaped the food on my plate.

"I wonder," Hermione thought aloud. Paet had a secret smile on her face.

I swallowed my food, so Hermione wouldn't jump on my case, before I asked, "What is Onomancy?"

"The study and divining of names," Paet answered without hesitancy.

"Why do we have to take it?"

"Because, Ron," Hermione said before Paet could respond, "Professor Dumbledore would probably like us to know what strengths we have that are associated with our names."

"Something like that," Paet shrugged with an impish smile on her face.

Hermione turned to Paet, "I don't understand. Why a Dream Interpretation class?"

"Mother doesn't tell me everything."

"Right," Hermione gave the other girl a disbelieving look before returning to her supper.

Our conversation was almost nonexistent as we finished eating. In fact it was just a few questions here and there with monosyllabic answers. We all left the Great Hall at the same time and headed for the commons room.

The four of us waited together until the common room had cleared. We wanted Paet's story and she was waiting to give it to us.

Hermione's POV

I watched as Neville wandered up to the boy's dormitory. Finally, the room was empty of everyone except Ron, Harry, Paet, and myself.

"It's time," Paet was the one who broke the near silence before lapsing back into it. We all stared at the fire, as it was the only thing that was creating sound.

I knew that if one of us didn't askew would sit here all night. I sighed inwardly knowing that it was going to have to be me.

"Paet," I noticed that it came out in barely a whisper. Neither of the guys heard my vocal statement. Paet did, though.

She began her story. "I have already asked my mom for permission to tell you. And I will have to leave out certain parts, as they are her secrets, not mine. The reason that we don't have the same last name is that my sister and I are adopted. We have been since when we had received are acceptance letters to a school much like this one. The American Government of Magic has started a new program, sorry, I won't elaborate on that at this time.

"I can tell little of why the new classes have been established, but I can say that they are for protection. If you want to ask me some questions, I will answer what I can."

"Are there hidden lessons in our new classes," I asked before I could curb my tongue.

"Of course," she said with a sardonic smile. "There always are, look for them."

"The new 'dream' class is because of me, isn't it," Harry asked in a low voice.

Paet gave him a sad smile, "In one sense, yes. In another, no."

"What do you mean?"

"It is because of you due to the fact that 'Mr. V.' has penetrated your dreams. It is not because Professor Dumbledore does not want 'Mr. V.' to enter any other students' head."

A thought popped into my head. I had to know. "Paet, why do you call Professor Willis mom and Cestellia call her Amanda?"

She smiled happily, "Easy question. I feel comfortable calling her that. Cestellia has not reached that point, I don't think that she ever will. I'm sorry, but I would like to go to bed." To prove her point she heaved a huge yawn. "Night, guys," she said as she wandered up the stairs to the dormitory.

"Hermione," Ron whispered after she had left.

"What," I almost snapped. I, too, was starting to long for my bed.

"In the Great Hall while the first years were being sorted, I think that Paet and Cestellia were talking."

I rolled my eyes, "What gives you that idea? They're twins, for goodness sake. They can probably talk to each other over short distances in their heads. It's call telepathic."

"No."

"What," he was starting to get on my nerves and I wanted to go to bed.

"They had eye contact." I snorted. Everything need eye contact. He then whispered, "And they were speaking in a whisper that was too low to make any sense of the words. Their lips moved, just barely. The worst thing is though that they could hear each other." Ron shivered, more from the fact that the girls were a little creepy than from the cold.

"I'll see what I can find out. Now, bed, for all of us," I got up and left.

My mind was buzzing with everything that I had just learned, but the moment my head touched the pillow all was black.

Third person POV

Paet sat up slightly. When she heard Hermione's even breathing, she laid back down. She smiled into the darkness. She would tell Ron tomorrow that the reason that she could speak with her sister across the hall was the same reason that she heard the conversation they had had while she was up in her dorm room and was part of the reason that Amanda was here.

Paet closed her eyes and let a sleep take her. It wasn't a deep sleep because living with Amanda had proven to her that anything could happen.

A/N: Sorry if any of the characters are a little OOC. Please review. Also, Third person POV is where it is just encompassing all concerned characters.

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