Rebecca stepped off the Hogwarts Express; her heart was beating a mile a minute. She was very excited to finally be here at Hogwarts with her brother. There was a huge shadowy figure calling out, "Firs' years, firs' years over here," that she assumed, from what James had told her, was Hagrid. Rebecca started making her way towards the giant, but didn't make it far. Someone placed a strong hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump with fright. She turned around to see none other than Sirius Black smirking at her, but at the stricken look on her face, his smirk quickly faltered.
"Hey I didn't mean anything by that," Sirius explained hastily. "I didn't know I was going to scare you that bad. Are you okay?" He asked in a gentler tone.
"Ye-yeah," Rebecca replied shakily. " I just thought you were someone else," she said thinking back to the two boys she met on the train.
"Who?" Sirius growled, thinking of hexing who ever intimidated her that much as to make her jump with fright.
"Uh, I think their names were Lucius Malfoy and Serverus Snape," Rebecca answered.
"What? Listen Rebecca, all I can tell you right now is stay from those creeps; they'll cause trouble. Well, you better get going; it looks like the first years are ready to cross the lake. See you later and good luck." Sirius went over to Rebecca and kissed her on the cheek and then went to find James, Remus, and Peter. Rebecca stood rooted to the spot, touching the place where Sirius had kissed her. The kiss had been so gentle even though it wasn't on the lips. Great I'm falling in love with my brother's best friend.
"Las' call for firs' years," boomed Hagrid. Rebecca hurriedly joined the queue of first years getting ready to board the boats.
Fifteen minutes later, after second years and up had taken their seats in the Great Hall, the first years came in, most looking petrified. James found his sister in the group and to his surprise he saw that she was soaking wet and shivering with cold, though he must say, she looked extremely miffed.
A stern-looking young witch stopped them at the Head Table, which seated the staff. She took out her wand and flicked it three times. A three-legged stool and a battered old hat appeared out of nowhere and the witch held a roll of parchment in her hands.
"Now when I call out your name, come forth, place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be placed in an appropriate house." The Sorting Hat broke into its usual song and then the sorting began.
"Beckett, Kate," the Sorting Hat bellowed.
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Bell, Catrina."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Black, Andromeda."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Black, Bellatrix."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Black, Narcissa."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Blanton, Caitlyn."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Blenheim, William."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Bones, William."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Chang, Min."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Crabbe, Earl."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Dearborn, Caradoc."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Delacour, Henri."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Doge, Miranda."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Green, Alice."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Goyle, Jamison."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Fields, Dylan."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Jones, Hestia."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Jordan, David."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Lockhart, Gilderoy."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Potter, Rebecca."
"Oh, you're a difficult one, I see. Your heart lies in Gryffindor but a secret part of you yearns to be in Slytherin. Ah, you'd rather be anywhere but Slytherin. Well, if you're sure, better be GRYFFINDOR!"
Relief spread through Rebecca as she went to join her brother at the Gryffindor table. The sorting carried on as before.
"Meadowes, Sarah."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Miller, Avocet."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Miller, Sienna."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Mim, Joanne."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Mulroney, Ronan."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Natani, Barkha."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Owens, Luke."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Parcegi, Catalina."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Parcegi, Elizabeth."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Parcegi, Nathan."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Patil, Prem."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Portocalos, Kostos."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Prewett, Gideon."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Prewett, Fabian."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Shacklebolt, Kingley."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Skeeter, Rita."
"RAVENCLAW."
"Smith, Eric."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Tate, Christina."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Widdershins, Willy."
"SLYTHERIN."
"Williams, Rose."
"GRYFFINDOR."
"Wood, Dermot."
"RAVENCLAW."
Dumbledore stood up as Dermot took his seat at the applauding Ravenclaw table. "I have only two words to say: tuck in." Food magically appeared on all the tables. Everyone loaded his or her plate with scrumptious-looking food, everyone, that is, except Rebecca. Rebecca was still seething, but from what, nobody knew.
"Rebecca, you're wet," said Peter.
"Aren't you observant?" Rebecca said, her voice dripping with disdain.
"That wasn't what Peter meant," said Remus calmly, "what he meant was, 'Why are you wet?' I'm sure we're all wondering why."
"Fine, I'll tell you. You're sister," she said mostly to James, "caused all the men to get weak in the knees."
"What's that got to do with anything?" Asked Peter.
"What I mean is I had to sit with Hagrid because all the boys were fighting to sit with me."
"That still doesn't explain why you're wet," said Peter.
"What that means," she said, as if explaining to a three-year old, "is because Hagrid is so big, I had to sit on the stern of the boat. I lost my balance and fell in the lake."
"You fe-fell in the, the what?" Spluttered James. He immediately started fussing about Rebecca like her mother did when she got sick. "You have to go to Madame Pomfrey. What if you get pneumonia? You could die like you almost did when you were three!"
"What did you say?" Asked Rebecca.
"That you should go get checked out."
"No, the part about me dying."
"Oh."
"Is that what you're worried about James, that I'm going to die?" James nodded sullenly. "James I don't plan on going anywhere, not for a long time. Why didn't you say anything, though?"
"You were always so happy, I didn't want to upset you."
"James, haven't you heard the expression, 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'? Because- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! There's a head on my plate!" Rebecca exclaimed.
"Hello," said the head. Rebecca fell out of her chair, causing the Gryffindors to burst out laughing.
"Rebecca, this is Nearly Headless Nick. He's the Gryffindor ghost," said Sirius. "Come on guys; let's go to the common room. I found out the password from a prefect." Rebecca followed the four boys from the Great Hall.
"Hey James, because I was sick when I was three, does that explain why I'm so skinny? Or was?" Asked Rebecca, muttering that last part to herself. Rebecca looked down at her body; she figured that it was the curves that she was developing was what drove the boys mad.
"Yeah," said James. "You had gastric empting; you couldn't eat and it really took a toll on your health. It also explains why you don't eat a lot. Well, here we are. Home, sweet, home. Now Sirius, what's the password?" They were in front of a large painting of a fat lady in a pink dress somewhere on the upper floors.
"Oh, right. It's, uh, let me think, oh yeah, it's Crumpled-Horn Snorcack."
"Right you are," said the Fat Lady as she opened on her hinges. The five of them walked in the common room and settled down on several couches in front of the fire that was crackling merrily.
"Hey why don't we play that Muggle game Truth or Dare that Lily taught us last year?" Suggested Sirius.
"Yeah, let's," said Peter excitedly.
"All right, I'll start. Rebecca, Truth or Dare?" Asked Sirius.
"Truth."
"Okay, how did you like that kiss?"
"Kiss! What kiss? Rebecca what happened?" Exclaimed James.
"Nothing James," said Rebecca, blushing. "He just kissed me on the cheek. Okay, now that we've settled the matter, Remus, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," Remus replied.
"All right, um, would you let me help you?" Asked Rebecca, thinking of Remus being a werewolf. She knew he would know what she was talking about.
"Help? What does he need help with?" Asked Sirius.
"None of your business!" Snapped Rebecca. "Now, what were you going to say Remus?"
"The answer, Rebecca, is no. I don't want you to get hurt. I guess it's my turn now. James, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"Oh, Remus, I've got a good one!" Said Rebecca with enthusiasm. She went over to Remus and whispered something in his ear.
"That is a good one but probably something our James would be able to do. James, I want you to moon the next person to walk in the common room."
"It's a done deal," said James. He got up and prepared himself for the next incomer.
"All right, there's someone coming right now. Now, go!" Shouted Sirius. James dropped his pants and drawers showing his bum to none other than Lily. The rest of the group roared with laughter as James shook his ass in Lily's face. Lily looked as if she was about to puke and ran to her dormitory.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Asked James, outraged. He had developed a major crush on Lily last year and hadn't gotten over it.
"Because it was too damn funny," said Rebecca, clutching her sides. "I'm going to bed guys. See you tomorrow." Rebecca went up the steps to the girl's dormitories. She didn't get very far because Lily stopped her.
"Can I talk to you?" Asked Lily.
"You already are," said Rebecca humorously.
"Do you think we could be friends? I don't mean to sound desperate, but I don't really have any and you seem to be very friendly."
"Lily, I'd love to be your friend. To tell you the truth, even though I'm friendly, I don't have many friends either. If you want we can get to know each other right now; I'm not that tired, surprisingly."
"That would be cool, come on, I'll take you to my dormitory." For the rest of the night the girls talked like they had never talked before. Lily even confessed that she had a crush on James. As the night wore on, the day's events finally caught up with Rebecca and she fell asleep in the second year dormitory.