A/N: Sorry forgot to put this in the first one Disclaimer: Only J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter... I just like having fun with her Characters. : P onward:

I awoke the next morning with my eyes closed. I really didn't want to wake up. I rolled over in what I thought was my bed, and I groped for my alarm clock that was supposed to be on the night stand next to my bed so I could tell whether or not I could sleep longer. I felt nothing, no night stand, no clock. I opened my eyes and realized what I thought to be a dream was true! I sat up in bed and saw the two other girls in the beds across from me. The truth hit me like a ton of bricks: I am a sorceress, Harry is a wizard, and I am currently in a house where a picture will yell at you if you are noisy and wake her up.

I felt around in my suitcase for my watch. It was only 7:50, but after what my brain had just realized I couldn't go back to sleep. I grabbed my robe and headed down stairs to see if any one else was up. If not, I would just do a little exploring.

I got down stairs and walked slowly past the curtain which behind it held the yelling portrait that was silent at that moment. I went into the kitchen to find that someone was awake. It was Mrs. Weasley and the dear Professor.

"OH! Uh…I'm sorry…I didn't know any one else was up," I began.

"Perfectly alright," Dumbledore said, "It was nothing private."

"Oh…ok," I replied back. I was still a little tired. Normally I wouldn't even think about getting up at 7:50. I'm really not a morning person.

"None of the others are awake, I suppose," Mrs. Weasley said.

"The girls aren't. The guys, I dunno," I said.

"Rhea, what I and Mrs. Weasley were talking about is how to teach you," Dumbledore said.

"I was wondering that myself…," I stated.

"I have decided these last few weeks of summer I will teach you here," Dumbledore started, "and when the new school year starts at Hogwarts you will attend there and I will still give you lessons."

"Are you able, as a wizard, to teach me to be a sorceress?"

"I have plenty of books and I have seen several friends of mine perform it so I believe I can teach you. I am the closest thing you have. We must keep your presence secret form Voldemort."

As he said the name Mrs. Weasley flinched.

"What is it with everybody jumping at this guy's name?"

"Voldemort has become so infamous that people are afraid to even speak his name."

"Ahh…," I said.

"Now eat some breakfast. The others will probably be awake soon and then they will do house work while you get your first lesson," he said as he began to leave the room.

"Professor wait!" I exclaimed, "What did you tell my parents in that letter?"

"Only the truth. I will be back in a few hours for your lesson."

Mrs. Weasley fixed breakfast for me and later the rest woke up only to be put to work as soon as they finished eating.

Dumbledore returned later as the others worked and my first lesson began. He walked into the kitchen with an armful of books.

"Hello!" I exclaimed as he dropped the books onto the table with a loud thud, "Good Morning! No coffee for me, thanks!"

This was the beginning of my studies. Dumbledore gave me a glass of water. He then proceeded to read his book for a moment and then explained how I was to control the water. He asked me to remember what I was feeling the two times when I had actually controlled water. I was happy and then that happiness was interrupted. I tried to duplicate it. Dumbledore smiled. I looked at him, then the glass. I yelled and the water that was circling above the glass fell and splashed on the table.

"Mercy…buckets…," I was stunned beyond saying anything else.

This was pretty much how my morning continued. He had me study books which gave me a brief history on sorcerers and many different spells for water. There were other books on the other elements, but he didn't have me read them because my magic hadn't unlocked them.

I was learning tricks of the trade with water and by the end of the morning; I could sense where water was. I could tell when someone was walking down the stairs (humans are 75 water). Also if I got close enough to the wall, I could tell if a muggle was jogging or walking down the street past the house they could not see.

I practiced and practiced and the others cleaned and cleaned (those poor fish). After the few weeks at Grimmald Place, I had not only gotten to know Harry better, I soon became good friends with his "mates".

Finally it was the day of Harry's trail. It had snuck up on all of us and it looked like the fact had hit Harry in the face. We were all up early that morning to see him off and give him emotional support.

I wondered whether or not I should come be a witness. I mean, I was the last one to see him before the whole thing took place. They told me it would be ok though.

After Harry left with Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley took us shopping to get school supplies. We all went to a place called Diagon Alley. I really couldn't believe my eyes. There were magical shops and witches and wizards left and right. I was having a good time even though in the back of my head the fact that right then Harry was in trial.

I had to buy a school uniform. The others had to, too, because they had outgrown theirs. It could've been worse. It was a lot better than the one at my last school.

During the course of the day we had an accent showdown. I'm from Georgia. So all the Weasley children plus Hermione all thought I had such a thick accent. I really barely have one. It only comes out to play every now and then. Even though I have to admit… I say y'all a lot. So we warmed up our voices and we each laid our accents on thick.

"I 'on't know 'bout you, but when my memaw got sick we parade and we parade and we PARADE for her to git better!" I exclaimed with much enthusiasm. My southern moment was followed by laughter. Then our showdown pretty much turned into a display of how southern I could be. After being in Great Britain for so long, a great amount of pride for my home ensued through me.

We got home after buying all the things that we would need for that year. We also bought Harry's stuff even though I have a feeling he would've much rather preferred to go with us.

We had to wait a while but Harry did triumphantly return with the news that he was returning to Hogwarts. Everyone in the room gave a sigh of relieve. Then of course Ginny and the twins had to go into a chant of, "He got off! He got off! He got off!" which of course got on Mrs. Weasley's nerves like all their hi-jinks eventually do.

We all went to our separate rooms and began packing. I really didn't have to do all that much since I was living out of my suit case. They then gave me a spare trunk to use to put all my new uniforms and school things. They even took the liberty of putting my full name on it:

Rhea Rain Tigner

This surprised even me because not many people know my middle name… I probably wouldn't even know my middle name if I hadn't got into so much trouble when I was little. I suspected Dumbledore. He somehow seemed to know everything.

Then from the other room I heard yelling and rejoicing.

"HARRY! Did you-did you get?!"

"Wait… Ron got it?"

That was pretty much all I really caught. There are things at Hogwarts called prefects… they enforce school rules or something… Hermione became one…and…well… apparently so did Ron. This wasn't believed by me either. The twins were utterly confused by this, but they used it to their advantage. I had a feeling they weren't going to let him live it down as soon as I heard them say, "Ickle Ronnie the prefect…"

That evening they all had a little party for the new Prefects. Harry sat in a corner and tried to fake having a good time.

"You're not having a real good time are you?" I asked approaching him.

"No! No I'm fine I'm having a good time really…," He said.

"Harry, I can read your face like an open book," I said.

He sighed and told me how he had slightly wished to be prefect. I really didn't have a reply to that. The main reason being we started listening to Tonks, Sirius, and Lupin. They were telling about there days in school and when Harry heard his father had not been a prefect along with Sirius I could tell his mood lifted and he started having a better time.

Harry finally began mingling and having a good time. I just sat there, because I had no idea what most everyone was talking about. That was until someone started a conversation with me.

"Having a good time?"

I looked up and it was Sirius Black who spoke.

"Oh…yeah, I really don't know what people are talking about," I stated, "For instance what is a Comet Two Ninety? Ron's been going on about it. I'm going to have to get used to this."

He kinda laughed at me. He apparently did know what a Comet Two Ninety was and therefore probably thought my question humorous.

"Ok, you can laugh. I'll just keep my comments to myself," I said accidentally letting my accent slip out, which made him laugh even more, "Ok maybe I should just shut up."

"No, you'll get used to it."

"I hope so."

He then looked straight into my turquoise eyes with his dark ones. He was thinking very hard.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," He replied, "You just suddenly seem very familiar…" His sentence trailed off as he walked away.