Disclaimer: Although our lives are rich on laughter, joy and friendship, that is about the only thing we are rich on. Therefore, we could not possibly be J.K. Rowling which means we don't own Harry Potter.

A's/N's: I have been typing up this story so far, so if there are a lot of mistakes I am sorry. Amaya is busy because I am making her write. And Spirit has a broken 'puter. So you are stuck with me.

W/Love, Blaze.

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Chapter Two:

"Come on, Spirit! We have to leave NOW!"

"Do I look ok?" Spirit asked for the umpteenth time, while examining herself in her large mirror.

Amaya threw her hands up in the air angrily and yelled for Blaze. "I give up. You deal with her." She told the red-head.

Blaze chuckled as she looked up from her book. "You look fine Spirit. The guys will love you, as usual."

Spirit looked confused. "But what if I was wearing something from Wal-Mart?"

Blaze looked at her. "What's wrong with Wal-Mart things? I thought your mom worked there?"

Spirit laughed. "Not much. But have you seen there clothes? Normally guys want girls to look pretty. I though anyway."

"Look," Amaya interjected the discussion. "You can look pretty for the guys any other time. Right now, we have to catch the bus!"

"OK! Fine. I can take a hint." Spirit said.

"I certainly hope so. How much more obvious can I make it?" Amaya drawled.

"Ok you two." Now it was Blazes turn to interject, as it often was. "Save the fight for later. We have to go catch that bus."

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"And the final new announcement is…" Principal Andrews said, looking at her students with a smile playing at the edge of her lips. "We will be playing host for a foreign student exchange program!"

The whole auditorium fell silent. Blaze looked from Spirit to Amaya. Spirit looked pleased, while Amaya looked horrified.

Later, once they were back in their room, Blaze, Spirit and Amaya had a chance to talk freely to each other. Or rather, Amaya had a chance to say what she was thinking without getting in trouble for it.

"What in the Hell was she thinking!" Amaya fumed. "A foreign exchange program? We are wizards for crying out loud. Not a bunch of Muggles with their stupid outreach programs!"

Spirit looked taken aback. Amaya noticed and quickly apologized. "No offense Spirit."

"None taken."

Blaze thought for a minute. "She has to have a good reason. As long as they don't interrupt my studies, it won't bother me. What about you Spirit?"

Spirit grinned. "I love it! Foreign guys are so hott! I love their accents. Maybe we'll get to meet…" She paused and looked around "Harry Potter!" She squealed with joy. Blaze laughed at her friends antics.

"Hopefully for you they aren't all girls…" Blaze teased. Spirit threw a pillow at her.

"Don't you even joke like that. That's cruel." She said, seriously.

"Oh shut up you two! All foreign guys, well, all guys, for that matter, are a bunch of jokes! I wouldn't be surprised if the 'famous Harry Potter' was a spoiled rich boy who gets whatever he wants." Amaya shouted.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Amaya, but I'm not in the mood to argue with you tonight. I'm going to go to the library before it closes. Don't wait up." Blaze said and left the room.

"She always has to study! Classes haven't even started yet." Spirit said. She'd never understood her friends' passion with books. She could barely read a magazine. The only reason she bought them was for the pictures of clothes and cute guys.

"That's our Blaze. Just think. If she didn't do that, we might not pass." Amaya said, forgetting her argument for the moment. "Anyway. Before it gets too late let's go practice for Wizards Ball." Amaya said and the two girls grabbed their brooms and went outside to the field.

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When they arrived at the airport, they all they all tried to holdback their excitement. The only one to ever have been at a muggle airport was Hermione.

"Granger! What is that thing?" Snape said as they passed a window showing the airplanes. Hermione smiled. Finally she had the upper hand over Snape. This could be fun.

"What? That's a window, sir." She replied, although she knew he meant the plane, revenge was sweet.

"No. I know what a window is! The big….thing out there." He said, stopping the group and pointing out of the window at it.

"Oh, that. Sorry Professor. That's the airplane. You know, the thing we will be flying on." She said, smirking at his suddenly green face.

"You mean we'll be flying on that? Are these muggles crazy or something!" Draco said. Ron snorted.

"What Malfoy? Are you too scared? I'm sure that you can go back to the school if you want to…"

"No, Weasel. I'm not scared. I was just curious, that's all." Draco replied, hoping to rectify his mistake. "Besides, who can blame me for not trusting these filthy muggles? Or some mudbloods for that matter?" He said, staring pointedly at Hermione, who in turn fingered her wand that was in the pocket of her jeans.

Harry was just about to grab his when a voice over the loud speaker interrupted their quarrel.

'Flight 123 to Charleston now boarding at gate 12.'I Repeat, Flight 123 to Charleston now boarding at gate 12.'

"Alright! All of you! That's enough. I expect you to conduct yourselves as Hogwarts worthy students. Now behave yourselves or you won't even make it to this Charleston place!" Snape snapped. "Right. Now, Ms. Granger, if you wouldn't mind leading us to this gate 12? Or is that beyond your knowledge of how to do?"

"No sir. Follow me." She mumbled and only Harry detected the faint sense of malice in her response.

When they boarded the plane, all were surprised to see a familiar face.

"Oliver?" Harry asked the boy. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be playing Quidditch?

Oliver turned around at the sound of his name on the familiar voice.

"Oh! Harry! How are you…all? And what in the world are you doing here? School started the other day didn't it?" He asked, looking at Harry's company. "Unless…You're the Head Boy aren't you! And then Hermione must be the Head Girl and you all are here for the exchange program! That's great."

Harry looked at him, puzzled. "How did you know about the exchange program? I thought no one knew it but the school, the ministry and us?"

Oliver smiled. "Didn't you hear? They asked me to come teach a class at the school you're going to. They're paying me an awful lot. That's why I accepted the position. That and I got injured and can't play for a few more months anyway…" He said.

"Great." Malfoy said." A Gryffindor reunion. How pleasant." he spat sourly." Please forgive me if I barf all over you."

Oliver looked at him hatefully. "Don't forget Malfoy, I'm not a student anymore, therefore I don't get in trouble for hexing you."

"On the contrary, Mr. Wood. I'll have to disagree with your point. Now can everyone please shut up. This ride is making me sick already." Snape said, before sitting back with his eyes closed.

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Chapter 2 written by: The first page was Amaya, the rest was written by Blaze.