Hi everybody! I'm Kristen, I wrote this chapter. Isn't Amber-chan's character cool??? Well, here's my character - I hope you like her!!!!!

Oh, and I wish I owned Harry Potter, but unfortunately, I don't. That belongs to the Great JK Rowling. Oh, and I don't own Mogget either - he's from the Sabriel series by Garth Nix, and EVERYBODY HAS TO READ IT!

Nobody knew where she came from; nobody knew who she was, for that matter. She was beautiful, that was for sure - tall and thin (although not skinny at all), with beautiful strawberry-blonde locks that flowed down her back in an elegant river of pale fire and exotic emerald orbs rimmed in reddish-gold that seemed to glow with an inner light. Her light-blue three-quarter sleeve top and low-rise hip-huggers clung to small but generous curves quite well, and the light smattering of freckles across her sun-kissed skin only seemed to magnify her beauty.

Inwardly, Sarah sighed with contentment. She was glad to be at Platform 9 and 3/4; in the wizarding world, a Muggle model and actress was a lot less known than she would have been had she signed a deal with one of her relatives, but she preferred the anonymity, especially now that she would be going to Hogwarts. So many people fawned over her daily - sure, she could sing and dance and act quite well, and was beautiful and kind-hearted and friendly on top of that, but she often longed for somebody who would understand that she was a normal person too.

"Are you sure you have everything? You do have a nasty habit of forgetting the most important things." Her white cat, Mogget (a/n: MOGGET! -) jumped up on top of her trunk and pawed at her arm. Sarah batted him away.

"I triple checked this morning before having Jans pick me up. Besides anything I do forget Ginevive will send within a week." Ginevive was her agent and her adoptive mother of sorts. After Sirius' death, Ginevive had taken Sarah in, and Sarah considered her like the mother she'd never met.

You see, at under a year old, her nephew Harry went threw the most tramatic experience of his young life; he lost both of his parents to the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Sarah, who was a couple months younger, felt her older sister Lily die, and latent magic in her young body exploded out in rage and grief, destroying her nursery in a blast of red fire. Her parents panicked, fearing that her magic was evil, unlike her sister Lily's had been, and got rid of her as soon as they could. So she'd never really had a mother. Sarah was okay with this - it was her lot in life to be unloved, she had learned. Nobody truly loved her, save two people. Sirius had loved her as unconditionally as if they had truly been related, and now Ginevive treated her as if she was her own daughter instead of the multi-millionare actress she represented to the world. Everybody else only wanted her for two things - her fame or her money.

But…but maybe now things would be different. She could meet her nephew, and maybe become friends with him. She could make real friends here, friends who would have no idea about her past. Maybe…maybe she could even fall in love, as improbible as that seemed. Last time she had fallen in love, it had been…no. She wouldn't think about it. She'd sworn then she'd never love again, and she wasn't gonna break that promise to herself.

So lost in thought was Sarah that she didn't even notice a shorter brunette directly in front of her until she had bumped into her. The girl lost her balance, flying forward, book knocked out of her hands (it was Hogwarts, a History; Sarah only noticed because she had been reading it too).

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She cried her beautiful voice sounding like piteus bells tolling at a funeral. "Are you alright? Here, let me give you a hand..."

The other girl took it straghtening and dusting invisible dirt from her skirt and gave Sarah a good look at her face. She was pretty - her plain features had a somewhat aristocratic feel to them, a dainty and simple elegance that was rare and clean of any sort of makeup. Her hair was wild and untamed curls the color of rich chocolate, which fell about her face in a messy whirlwind; Sarah thought she really could look quite beautiful with a little bit of smoothing gel and a little bit of makeup. After all, natural curls were all the rage now.

"...and I should have been paying more attention, but there was something I absolutely had to look up, and I couldn't..." the girl was desperately trying to explain her clumsiness, but Sarah laughed it off.

"It's okay, you were doing something important, I'm sure...ah..."

"Hermione. Hermione Granger."

"I'm Sarah Priscilla Anna Rose Kathryn Lynne Evans. I go by Sarah cause my name's soooo long." She winked, obviously intending to look incredibly cute (Hermione could hear a few aww's from behind her, but thought that it really looked like she had a horrible tick). "My close friends call me Rose!"

Hermione looked a little confused. "Ah, okay then...Sarah...you look new, what year are you?"

"Oh, I'm a sixth year, but I just transferred in." Sarah caught the disbelieving look, extrapollating (a/n: huge word, huh? I just looked it up!). "I was home-schooled after finishing school early in America but decided I wanted to finish out school at an actual school so here I am!"

"What house are you?" Hermione still looked a little unncomfortable (she probably would have preferred to get back to her book), but continud to chat with Sarah easily.

"I'm not sure yet. Dumbledore said after the Feast - "

"Don't you mean before? That's when everybody else gets Sorted."

"No, he said he wanted me to just blend in. I really hope to be in Gryffindor, but I'll probably be in Ravenclaw. My brother Sirius always mocked Ravenclaw, but he said they were the smart House, and I did finish school in N'Orleans in three years, so…"

Her bright emerald orbs darkened a little after she mentioned Sirius, as if a flame had been quickly extinguished; the look tore at Hermione's heart, no matter how ridiculous she thought this girl's story sounded. "Sirius was your brother? I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'll be okay." Sarah flashed Hermione a brilliant smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. "You're a really nice person, 'Mione. I hope we can be friends."

Hermione nodded. "Of course. I think you'd really like my two best friends, Ron and Harry. They're in our year too…"

The two began their girlish chatter again, heading towards the Hogwarts Express. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

SO didja like it? I hope everybody likes Sarah.

Sarah: They can call me Rose, you know.

Me: Really? Well, that's nice of you, Sarah!

Sarah: But...they've gotta review! puppy-dog eyes

Me: Oh...oh yeah! Please review everybody! Bye for now!