A/N: I'm really really sorry it took me so long to write this chapter. Blame the music videos. They are too cool for me to give up. LOL. Anyways thanks yous go to my buddy Raekitty13 only unfortunately. Come on people review.

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When Kat woke up, she was still in the same white bed, but all the people were gone. Her head had bandages on it and she had this sickly sweet taste in her mouth, but besides that Kat felt perfectly fine, a little stiff, but still fine.

"Your awake," yelled a woman, rushing over to Kat, who recoiled. Everyone Kat met was an enemy until she found out where the hell she was. "Professor Mcgonagall will be so please. Stay right there while I go fetch her. You gave me quite a scare, with your little antics."

The woman pulled out a wand and a piece of paper and a pen appeared. The pen wrote something on the piece of paper and both of them disappeared.

A few minutes later another woman entered the room. She was tall with black haired that was pulled back into a bun and had square glasses in front of her beady black eyes.

"Here she is," said the first woman. "Right as rain. Didn't I tell you Minerva. There was no reason for all that yelling."

"Yes, yes, you were right Poppy," said the lady named Minerva, as she turned to Kat and gave her a once over from where she still sat in the bed. "I am Minerva Mcgonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witch raft and Wizardry and the transfiguration teacher."

Kat didn't say anything. All she could do was stare at the woman. Why she didn't know. Was it rude to stare, YES. Did she care, NO.

"Do you have a name?"

"Kat," she replied.

"And how did you come to collide with one of our bludgers."

"Bludgers," she wondered out loud. "Oh you mean that thing that hit me." It wasn't a question. "Um…well you see I don't really know that part myself."

The lady raised her eyebrows and shot Kat a look of total disbelief, but she let the subject drop and moved on to the next important mater. "Well in that case, I'll have you escorted off the ground, and your memory wiped then. These are dangerous times, Mrs. Haren and we don't need people running about our school if they aren't students or staff."

"No wait um, actually I kind of want to enroll." Kat's nerves where high as the lie just started to spill from her mouth. It should have been harder than it was, but it wasn't. "Please, just let me stay." There it was again, that look of disbelief on the lady's face. "Both my parents were killed by death eaters. I'm all by my self now."

"Why did you never go here before now?"

"My mom was a muggle. She wanted me to get a "proper" education and my dad said that public school never really taught you good enough to prepare you for real life."

The woman gave a heavy sigh after a few minutes. "What grade are you," she asked.

"Um"

"We'll have a certified ministry official brought up tomorrow morning to see where to put you."

Kat spent the night in a little room a few doors down from the place she had woken up in. There wasn't much in the room. A bed, a desk with an old oil lamp that was perched on it, and a layer of dust an inch thick. The bed was lumpy and uncomfortable with nasty smelling sheets and pillows. It was clear that no one had lived in there for ages.

All night Kat tossed and turned in the bed. What if she failed the examination? Where would she go? She had nowhere else to go. It wasn't a very pretty thought of what would happen is she was forced to go back to her father. Or she could always take to the street, but that didn't seem much better either.

That morning a mousy brown haired woman popped her head into the room to fetch Kat for her exam. Kat, who had been up for hours already, was sitting on her bed playing with her hair. It was as straight as if someone had spent hours working on it with a straightener. It was amazing what a girl could do with a wand.

The examinations where held in a huge room filled with four great big tables. They where stacked side by side. Along one of the walls where four hour glasses, each with a different color of rubies in them, red, green, yellow, and blue. Underneath them where little labels that read Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin. The walls had banners on them that either held the school crest, a lion, snake, badger, or a raven.

The lady led Kat to the far end of the hall where a huge space had been cleared. There stood the lady from the other day, Professor Mcgonagall. She was talking to a short porky woman with graying hair.

There were a few hasty introductions between Kat and the woman, (Hesta McKay) the Ministry official. Then Professor Mcgonagall and the lady with mousy brown hair disappeared behind a side door off to the right.

"Ok," said Hesta, "lets get this show on the road. First thing's first lets see you levitate that pot." She pointed to a pot on the ground that hadn't been there a few moments before.

In the few short minutes that Kat had entered the hall, it had filled up with students. It was apparent that the test was going to be given right then and there in front of the whole school.

Kat pulled her wand out of her pocket and set her jaw. She quickly thought the spell, and the pot lifted itself into the air. A quick sigh escaped from Kat's lips. She had had no reason to be worried. Spell after spell had been drilled into her head ever since she could remember, perfection only. She had no reason to be so worried.

"Ok," continued Hesta, "lower it down and lets see you banish it." The test was pretty easy. After charms were done, came the transfiguration, which was just as easy. Turn a needle into hay, conjure up a bird, turn a glass of water into rum, make a goblet out of a rat, it was all so easy. Then they moved on to defense against the dark arts, which was just as simple. There wasn't one spell that Kat hadn't done before, and didn't remember doing.

After the physical part of the exam was done it was on to the written part. Three hours of straight essays and questions was enough to make even the sanest witch go crazy.

Later that night Professor Mcgonagall stopped bye to give Kat her schedule for the year, and she brought a weird hat that she immediately shoved on top of her head.

"Hello one and all," shouted that hat, popping to life. "Welcome to a new school year at Hog." The hat's voice fell short as it realized it wasn't where it thought it was. "What the fruben flabin friben is going on here. Where are all the students? This is a mockery. I am the sorting hat! I demand my right to sort students into their houses, not to be warn as a simple hat! This is a mockery of my abilities! I WANT MY LAYER!"

"Calm down," yelled Professor Mcgonagall over the hat. "You here to sort Mrs. Haren hear into a house."

The hat looked down. "Oh woops."

"Just put her in to her house."

"Snippy aren't we today," whispered the hat so quietly that only Kat could hear. "Well let's see, where to put you. Strong willed, plenty of courage, smarts, a little bit flighty, interesting. Oh, I don't know. Why are kids these days so hard to place? I blame all those video games and sex. You know if parents just spent a little more time"

"Hat," warned Professor Mcgonagall curtly with more than a little bit of annoyance in her voice. "Just place her in a house."

"Fine, fine," sighed the hat. "Now lets see, mmmh…Gryffindor, there happy."

"Very," Professor Mcgonagall led Kat up many flights of stairs, all which moved, to a portrait of a fat lady.

"Password," asked the portrait to Professor Mcgonagall.

"Mud slug," she answered. The portrait swung open to reveal a huge room filled with students, squishy armchairs, tables, and all sorts of other things. "This is the Gryffindor Common Room, up stairs are the dormitories. Go up, find and empty bed, and put your stuff down."

"Um, I don't have any stuff," announced Kat.

"Oh right, well I'll have someone bring up all your books and clothes for tomorrow." She gave a long tired sigh. "Have a good night Mrs. Haren." She turned to leave. "Oh and you might want to think about changing your hair color back to what it originally was."

Kat's cheeks flushed red. She had been experimenting with her hair earlier and had turned it a dark black, with blue highlights. She hadn't had time to change it back before Professor Mcgonagall had interrupted with the weird hat.

Kat headed up stairs, found an empty bed, and flopped down on it. The dormitory was completely empty. There where a couple beds in there with curtains around them. Each bed had the same colored sheets, as the last bed Kat had stayed in, minus the smell. There were various posters of quidditch teams hung up on the walls behind different beds. She closed her eyes trying to remember the spell to turn her hair back to its normal color, when two boys crashed through the door, both soaking wet and in fits of laughter.

"Man mate, I can't believe you did that," said one of the boys. He was tall and lanky with flaming red hair. "Filch looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel."

"Yea," replied the other boy, who had jet-black hair that stuck up in the back, glasses, and a lighting shaped scar on his forehead. "I hate to see what's going to happen to when he find us."

"You know, why didn't we just dry ourselves of with our wands?" asked the boy with red hair.

"I don't know," answered the other. "Probably cause we're both idiots."

"You got that right Potthead." Both boys proceeded to pull off their dripping wet shirts before they even reached their beds.

"Bloody hell," exclaimed the tall lanky boy, finally noticing Kat still lying on the bed. He tried to cover himself up with his shirt. "What the fuck are you doing in here."

"Um isn't this the girls dormitory?" You got to be kidding me, she thought. Tell me this is the right dormitory please.

"Are you bloody retarded," he continued. "Don't you know anything? This is the boy's dormitory."

The other boy looked up from what he was doing, unbuttoning his jeans, to see who his friend was yelling at. "What the," he began, turning a bright shade of red. "Get the hell out of here."

Kat quickly got up and walked past the two. Her cheeks were a deep scarlet. She was so embarrassed. She could hear the two boys as she shut the door and nearly ran down the staircase. They were laughing their brains out, and Kat knew that it wasn't about what they had done to piss someone named Filch off it was about her. The redness on her cheeks deepened. She had only been conscious at school for a little less than a day, but already she had managed to make a complete idiot out of herself.

A/N: KK I hope that wasn't too boring. I tried to make it interesting after I got half way through and realized that if anyone read it they wouldn't even make it to the end before falling asleep. So I did, well yea you read it, and now that you read it I know all of you are going to review because you love me like that, and want to tell me how good my chapter was. So click the little button that says go at the bottom and review, even if I have already posted another chapter.