A/N: Jessie walks in with a cast on her leg supported by the firefighter. So Ashley what where you up to while I was in the hospital? Or do I really want to know? I haven't been up to anything. Jessie gives a skeptical look No, honest all I've done is gone to France and gone spelunking. It seems so odd yet harmless…. Why? What, I didn't do anything. I don't know I've got a bad feeling about this…. Let's just get on with the story.

Disclaimer: Though we own an extensive collection of Harry Potter merchandise we do not own the actual story. sob

Chapter six:

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The night before Serine and Sukura left for Hogwarts Dumbledore and Hagrid had come by with the sorting hat, to place both girls in their houses. Both girls had been placed into Gryffindor. Surprisingly enough Sukura opened up to Hagrid, a very rare thing. The two spent nearly two hours talking about certain illegal and dangerous creatures they would like as pets. Before he left Hagrid offered to take Silver (Sukura's wolf) to his house that night, and take care of him while she was in school. Sukura let him.

The next morning the two found themselves sitting in one of the compartments of the Hogwarts Express.

"I've seen better." Sukura said, looking around their compartment.

"Well I think it's absolutely wonderful!" Seine said just as the door opened.

"Is this compartment fu…" Neville stopped upon seeing Sukura and went pale.

"Hey, Neville isn't it?" Serine said brightly, "Come on, sit with us! There's still plenty of room." Neville started to stutter a nervous no when Harry stepped up behind him.

"Is that invitation open to me?" He asked.

"Of course it is!" Serine affirmed, "You can sit by me!" Harry smiled and nudged Neville into the compartment so he could take the proffered seat. When he smiled Serine thought it was nice, if not a little odd, that Harry seemed to be a little bit happier every time they saw him. Neville ended up in the seat opposite Sukura and shrunk under her malicious gaze that Serine was too busy talking to Harry to stop. His discomfort continued until Sukura turned away from him when the compartment door opened again about a half hour later.

(That's sad, a whole half hour

Ashley, shut up!)

"There you are Harry," Said Ron, "We thought we'd never find you."

"Our prefect meeting was cut short," Hermione said.

"Oh, hello," Serine said cheerfully, "What is a prefect?"

"It's a school officer," Hermione said, walking into the compartment and sitting down next to Harry.

Ron, because there where no other seats left open, went to sit down next to Sukura, as he lowered himself onto the seat she let out a low growl. Quietly, but very quickly, Ron rose from his seat and stood in the middle of the compartment looking lost.

"Harry," Ron whispered, more for himself than for secrecy because by now every one in the compartment was watching, "switch me seats," he paused risking a quick look back at Sukura, who was still glaring, "please!"

Harry rolled his eyes but nevertheless got and switched seats.

"Well that was awkward," Serine whispered to Ron, thought due to the silence that filled the compartment, everyone herd. Sukura glared at her sister. "What? You did growl."

Uncomfortable in the angry silenced that followed, Hermione said, "By the way, have either of you read Hogwarts, A History?"

"Well, if my presence makes you uncomfortable..." Sukura stated angrily.

"Well, if you refrained from growling at us!" Serine shot back.

"Senetca tonatca!" Sukura spat. Serine's eyes went wide, and though no one knew exactly what was said, they knew it was not very nice.

At that moment the compartment door opened, and a group of people, headed by a tall blond boy, collectively sneered. "Pothead, weasel, and the mud blood, your company has not improved I see," the boy said, looking in disgust at Neville. Serine got the look on her face of someone with a bad taste in their mouth.

Sukura got up, approached Malfoy and started to stare intently into his eyes, her face expressionless. Everybody watched curiously as Malfoy became increasingly nervous, and looked as if he wanted to break eye contact, but was unable to. Slowly a mischievous smile spread across Sukuras face. As it did, Malfoy's body relaxed.

Turning to the group Sukura said, "I like him."

"What?" Harry shouted, standing up outraged.

"Silence," Sukura said in a cool tone, holding up her hand. She went over to Harry, "I no longer desire to be in your presence." She placed one hand upon his chest and pushed him back into his seat. After she walked over to the door she turned around, "Pothead" and left.

Malfoy turned to the group and gave them triumphant smirk, then left.

"That was creepy, on so many levels," Ron said, and Neville whimpered from the corner in agreement.

"Um, no. That was so bad on so many levels," Serine said in a sad exasperated tone.

"What's wrong with her?" Harry asked angrily.

"What I want to know, is what just happened," Hermione said turning to Serine, "And you know exactly what I mean."

"What kind of a freak is your sister?" Ron asked.

"Never call my sister a freak!" Serine said then addressing Hermione, "I don't want to talk about it either," she sighed, and looked down for a minute, tracing the seat with her finger, "I'm sorry, it's just not my place to tell."

"But-" Ron started to ask, but was cut off by Neville, who miraculously found some courage.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering her!" he said. Serine looked up and gave Neville an amused smile.

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A/N: Yay! We're done!

Don't get your pantyhose (Ashley that's not proper!) in a bunch, right after this, we are immediately going to work on the next chapter!

We just thought it would be a nice (insert holiday of choice), present.

Oh, and for your gee wiz, in the language that Sukura was speaking (you'll find out what it is later), the words are sharp, but the tone and fluency are beautiful.

(Breathtakingly so!

Shut it Ashley)

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