Chapter 13

Different Directions

Naomi and Melanie had a great wake-over. Food, candy, drinks, food and more food. They laughed, and talked and did so much, but the result was always silence and realization that Nia had to leave. They tried to ignore it, and it was hard, but they're them, and in the end, were able to ignore it.

Everyone from Dumbledore and three of his students to members of the DuBois family had stayed the night and so it was time for all of them to leave. Each heading in different directions, yet trying to stay together none the less. Mark had already gone back home with his parents, while Dumbledore and the boys were preparing to leave.

"So, it's really time, isn't it Nia," Mel whispered. "Yeah, I guess so," she whispered back. "I'd take you with me you know. If I could, I would. But you know that someone's has to stay and keep that prat under control."

They snickered at the pictured expression on Malfoys face when he found out Nia had gone and wasn't coming back anytime soon. It was one of the few pleasures the girls were getting out of all this.

"Well, I know that we're coming for Christmas this year. And we're going to stay too!" Mel declared, daring her families, that weren't even there, to challenge her. They hugged and didn't want to let go, and after some time, Dumbledore coughed suggestively. They reluctantly separated, and looked at the floor.

This friendship had started with so much hatred and was working so that, in the end, it untangle in different directions. As if something was tugging at one end while the other was glued to it's original place. The girls hated it, and the boys hated to watch it. It's amazing as to the amount of drama that two girls could make!

Nia backed up and walked toward the group heading to Hogwarts. She turned.

"Grand-papa always said something that caught my attention. Deux directions differentes, finissant dans la meme destination. You see, it means two different directions, ending in the same destination; and that's what it's going to be like Mel. We'll be together as long as we want be, we just have to remember those words," and before she lost her nerve, Nia grabbed the flo powder and called out Hogwarts. And she was gone, nothing special or fascinating, she just disappeared in the green fire, and didn't look back...

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Nia found herself on the verge of tears, when something cooed behind her. She turned to see a beautiful phoenix, sitting on his perch. She walked over to him and petted him slowly. "Well, aren't you the sweetest phoenix I've ever seen, she smiled. That was one better thing to add to her list. Her new Headmaster had a beautiful phoenix.

"You like him to, then?" James walked through the fire place, the others fallowing. "He's absolutely wonderful," Nia voiced. "Mark, my brother, wanted to get me one while he was in Italy. But I wasn't sure if Nila would like having someone else around. She's one picky cat," snickering at Nila expression.

The Marauders brought Nia's stuff with them, seeing as she didn't bring them along. She was to busy leaving and avoiding the tears she knew Mel and her had. "Thanks for bringing my stuff with you. I needed to get out of there," she said, looking down.

"No problem, the Headmaster and I are no where nere as thick as those two," Remus pointed at Sirius and James. "Funny. That was so funny," James mumbled, but it got Nia snickering. Nia sighed and turned to Dumbledore.

"Well, how exactly does it work here? I know the place isn't divided by year and that, so how are you going to find out where I go?" she asked. "The hat, that's how," Sirius pointed to this old brown hat. "It looks like it's going to fall apart," she pointed out.

"Insult ME!" Scarring the wits out Nia. "I once belonged to Gryffindor himself!" it blurted in an annoyed tone. "I..." Nia cut in. "Oh pipe down! It's not like I said you should be in garbage!" she stated just as annoyed as the hat. "Was I supposed to know that you talk and everything. Where I'm from, hats don't talk, they sit on your head, quietly, and keeps us warm and dry. And... and... and I can't bloody believe I'm having an argument with a HAT!" she finished.

"Put him on your head, he'll tell you where you're made to be," Dumbledore was trying not to laugh. "What next, is it going to tell me who I'm made out to marry!" she mumbled.

"Well, that's obvious enough. Your stubborn, loud, smart, crazy and seem to be wise enough to understand a simple concept, but believing... not so much," the hat continued to ramble on while he was placed on the girls' head. "Yes, you'll at least go with the boy. But as I sit on your head, keeping it warm, I can see you don't want to know who. So I'll get to the point," he thought, and thought, AND thought. "You're a complicated one. The older you people get, the more complicated. Unlike these two over here, you have some sort of common sense; you have talents that even you don't know about. Though, you have spirit, and don't like the Malfoys. By the way, how is that brat doing?" the hat asked. Snickering, she answered.

"Probably wet and STILL drooling. He sits there all night talking to him about all the girls he likes and the only reasons he likes them is because they HATE him. Which make's no sense, really. And ever since I got the reputation for being the one who hates him most, he began to literally stock me.

So, in the morning, he'll walk up to Mel and say 'so where's the girl from Merlins pot?' And she'll say: 'she left. She's going to another school just so that she can be rid of you.' And then he'll turn to his friends and say 'I told you she loves me! She's just afraid that she isn't good enough for me.' And then Mel will mumble something. He'll ask what she said, and then she goes: 'Do you REALLY want to know?' and he'll go: 'yes' and that'll go on for a couple minutes. And then she'll eventually say to him: 'fine. I said: in your dreams, she has cuter boys to look at.' Then she'll smile and walk away.

That's how he is, and how he always will be. He doesn't change. He's so utterly predictable." she sighed, while the others just stood there, mouths agape. "Sorry, I like to talk." sighing and looking at the floor.

"Obviously," Sirius smiled. "Obviously," she responded.

"Well, that makes it 'obvious' enough. In this school, you really only get along with you're own kind," the hat stated. Sirius stopped leaning against, Remus stiffened and James smile got even bigger. When she turned to Dumbledore, he just reached out to a bowl. "Sherbert Lemon?"

Nia just about fell off her chair in pure confusion and utter disbelief. Exasperated, she blurted: "And what in all of Merlins name is going on here!"

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"So, I'm in Gryffindor then?" she asked. "Yes, you are," Remus answered. "And the girls are choosing which one does want to bunk with me. Great, another annoying round of 'Guess What's Going On'," she sighed. "You'll be fine," James stated. "And what gives you that idea? I have this awful feeling that I'm going to be stuck with some cutsie girls that want to dress me up like some doll," she outwardingly cringed at the thought. "Well, then why don't you bunk with Lily?" James asked.

"Well, I don't... wait, isn't Lily that girl you like?" James smiled. "Yeah, that's her there," James pointed to a red head on sitting near the fire, reading. "Hey Lil," Remus said, waving her over. "Come meet the new girl."

"Yeah, I'm this 6th year that hangs around with all the firsties, making them feel better," she said sarcastically. "Hi, my name's Naomi DuBois. Nice to finally meet you," she stuck out her hand to shack Lily's. "You're a friend of James?" she wrinkled her nose. "Sort of, I guess," Lily looked her up and down. "How do you do it?" Lily asked. "Oh, it's easy, you just have to know what to say to shut them up."

Lily's nose unwrinkled and her expression set to a smile. "Well, you're definitely more... civil then those too. I'll help you with your stuff," the two set off for the stairs and they began to talk all about how Remus could deal with them so easily, classes, food, and other stuff. Nia ended up bunking with Lily and they stayed up almost all night, getting to know each other.

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"How in the world do you wear stuff like that?" Lily asked the next morning. "I mean, it looks so weird," Nia only smiled at first. "It may look weird to you, but it's not only comfortable, but I like it. And anyways, I haven't got a uniform, so I get to wear whatever I like. And I'm going to enjoy this, and I think the spectators will too," she smirked and walked out, Lily fallowing. "What are you trying to do?" she asked curiously. "Be myself. They need to learn to deal with me, and they might as well learn now," they smiled and right when they walked down the stairs, they saw The Marauders. Rat and all.

"So, we'll need eye of newt, bat wing, and..." Nia cut in. "Claw of cat? Now, why would you boys want to make that? It's a nasty little potion too. But, my opinion may change, depending on who you're going to use it on," she smiled and Lily only hit her on the arm. "Don't encourage them, they're bad enough already," starring directly at James. "How exactly did I suddenly become THEY?" he demanded.

Before Nia could get a word in, James and Lily started off. Nia tip-toed over to the other boys; also heading toward the coach. "You got to be kidding me," she mumbled. "Okay, then. Why don't we talk about that potion you wanted to make, 'cause trust me, I got something that'll help," pulling her bag off. "And that would be what exactly?" Sirius asked while sitting down across from Nia. "Well, that all depends on why and who," smirking like a full fledged pureblood.

So the boys went on explaining all about there new plan of attack against Snivellis Snape. How they were going to use a sticking potion was absolutely incredible. They decided to mix it with a magnetic spell, the magnet being Slytherin ties, as in clothes ties. Then using an invisibility spell on the potion, they were going to place it all over the walls, in different parts of the school.

Nia thought it to be a brilliant idea, and the boys seemed to be proud of there work.

"There's one thing that bugs me though. What about there wands? You're going to have to use a separation spell, but then you'd have to figure out how to over come the wands desire to be with its user. So, the spell would have to consist of either pure raw magic, or something truly complicated," she looked at their expressions fall, and smiled. They looked at her like she was crazy. "And what's so funny about this situation? This is going to put us behind," Sirius mumbled.

"Are you mad! You think I would LET you become behind on your plans. You see, I have something to show you, it's a family Heirloom. But I'd rather some place more secure, to be able to show you. It's not only old, it's secret. Mainly among people like us," she smiled.

"Well, come on, I have the perfect place," and then they got up and left the common room, heading outside, while leaving the bickering Duo behind.

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They ended up in a room, as beautiful and comfortable as ever and yet had enough space in the room to be able to do a lot of different things. "This is where exactly?" Nia asked. "It's called the Room of Requirements. And no one can get in here as long as we're here. If you ever want in, just think: comfortable and efficient. It'll let you in here." Remus explained. Nia nodded and continued to look around.

"This is the safe place then," she stated. "Okay, come here," she said while plopping down on a couch and grabbing a book out of her bag. Once they were sitting comfortably across from her, she smiled and answered the question going through their heads.

"This is a Spell Book, but no ordinary one. When I tell it what I want, the book fills with the information, spells or anything else I may want. It make's my life SO much easier," she nodded in personal agreement. "So, what do you need again?"

"Separation spell," both boys said. Nia put her hand on the book and thought those words five times over. Laying it on the table in between them, she opened it to the middle. Reading it through, while the guys stared, she found the one she wanted and showed them.

Grins spread across there faces as they read what the book had to say. "Brilliant?" Nia asked. "Brilliant!"

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