Disclaimer: Oops! I forgot to put this on the first two chapters, and I'm too lazy to edit them. I do not own Ron, though I sorely wish I did, and I don't own Draco either. sob I make no money, even though I want to. I am still a broke, lazy, un-employed teenager. If you sue me, I'll be forced to set my History teacher's Dashund on you.

Author's Notes: Thank you for all who reviewed! I got two, and it's really not been that long! I realize the summary was screwed up, I fixed it somebody else wrote it, I swear! Please forgive my choppy and strange writing style, I am trying the best I can! I'll let y'all in on a secret...I'M ONLY FOURTEEN! HAHAHA! ahem So, yeah. Thanks again...insults are welcome in my reviews, just beware that I'm not afraid to insult you back, I will keep going with this story out of spite! HA! (crowd: Just shut up and get on with the story!) Yeah, I sorta forgot...later...I'm off to KFC to get a chicken leg, later!

Revenge Of The Mis-Fits Chapter 3

Hermione and Harry stepped through the door!

Ron lowered his wand. "Sorry, I thought you were Malfoy."

Harry grinned. "So you were the reason he was laying in the middle of the car, whimpering?"

"Not me, Sarah." Ron explained as Hermione glared at him in an accusing manner.

Sarah gave the newcomers a two fingered salute, and unrolled her now dry copy of Rolling Stone, and flicked to an article on a new indie band, Keane. She had gone to one of their first shows, they were pretty awesome.

Harry smiled and took the seat next to her. "Anybody that's an enemy of Malfoy and a friend of Ron's is a pal of mine!"

Sarah looked up. "Glad you're so open minded to a new student."

Hermione rolled her eyes and flopped down next to Ron. Ron stared, disgruntled at her, saying "What? I haven't even done anything yet!"

"Yes, you have!" Hermione was exasperated already.

"How?"

"You never answered any of my letters!" And both went on to bicker with each other, and now it was Harry's turn to roll his eyes.

Sarah leaned toward him and muttered, "Are they like this all the time?"

Harry sighed and replied "Pretty much. I just drone them out."

"Ah." Sarah turned her brown eyes toward the windows, the rain was letting up and was only a drizzle with a distant rumble of thunder. "Shouldn't we be getting near the school by now?"

Harry brightened, "Yeah! We have to change into uniforms now. Hey, you two! Uniform time!"

Everybody dug through their trunks, searching for their robes and what else. Sarah came apon the ugly gray sweater and skirt, complete with tall socks and buckled shoes. She also tugged out a long black robe, and headed off toward the bathroom to change. She slipped into the new outfit, and looked herself over in the mirror. What are they trying to do, kill my style? This outfit has no individuality at all! She looked at her hair. I'll dye it once I get to school...

She headed back to the compartment, and ran right into Ron.

"Sorry," he grunted. The train came to a hault, and everybody made their way to the exits.

Ron turned to her. "So, d'you know what House you're gonna be in?"

"Huh?"

Ron smiled. "In Hogwarts, we get sorted into 4 houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Huffelpuff. It's sorta 'bout your personality, or something like that. Gryffindor is for all the brave people, Ravenclaw for the smart people, Slytherin for the cunning, and Huffelpuff for the loyal and everybody else. Malfoy's in Slytherin, ya don't want to be in that House. Almost every bad wizard was a Slytherin."

Sarah was silent for a moment, taking it all in. "So, what house are you in?"

Ron's smile grew wider. "Gryffindor! So are Harry and Hermione, and Malfoy's in Slytherin. Oh yeah, each house has a Quidditch team too! Think that just about covers it."

Suddenly a tall woman in emerald robes tapped her on the shoulder. She had her hair pinned in a tight bun, and looked really strict. "Hello, Miss Turner. I am Professor McGonagall. Hello Weasley, have a good summer?"

Ron stared at his feet. "Pretty good professor."

Minerva turned her attention back to Sarah. "Time to be sorted into your House now. This way please!"

Sarah nearly panicked. "Wait, Ron, how are we sorted?" But was dragged away before he could give her an answer.

Next, Sarah was loaded into a small boat with some tiny eleven year olds. They're midgets! Soon, they all exclaimed "Wow!" and other expressions of wonder at the castle. Sarah's jaw dropped when she saw how enormous it was! I'll be lost the moment I step in the place! Then they were shuffled out of the boats and taken to an antechamber. The kids muttered amongst themselves, and Sarah simply waited, trying to stay calm and wondering how the heck she would be sorted.

Professor McGonagall entered again. "Everyone is ready. In turn, I will call your names and each of you will put on the Sorting Hat, and it will decide where to put you. Now, follow me." She opened the large wood doors, and everybody trailed behind.

Sarah stook out like a sore thumb, being nearly six feet tall while the rest of the class barely reached her waist. She was gawked at by everybody, but Sarah could care less, she was too busy taking in the Hall itself. The ceiling seemed never to end, it showed the heavens in all their gorgeous glory. Candles floated in mid-air, and there was simply too much to look at once! Sarah wished she had about eight more eyes, and then the group came to hault.

Professor McGonagall sat a stool and a beat up old had on top of it, and unrolled a piece of parchament.

"Avery, Fred!" The boy made his way to the stool, sat on it, and put on the hat. They waited for about a minute, then the brim opened wide and called out, "RAVENCLAW!" Enormous applause erupted from one of the middle tables, and the boy sat down at a vacant seat.

That's it then! All I have to do is put on a silly hat! I was worried over nothing! Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, then her name was called.

"Turner, Sarah!" Voices muttered through the Great Hall, and the professor offered an explanation.

"Miss Turner is a new student from Scotland, and will be with us for only one year. Well dear, what are you waiting for? Put on the hat!"

Sarah took a deep breath, and slid the hat on her head. It was so large it drooped slightly over her eyes. Okay...she thought. Is this some weird, retarded joke?

Very cynical, aren't we? a small voice said in her ear, and her eyes widened under the hat. It was talking to her! Very intersting combination of talents and traits...very intersting. Courageous but cunning, angry but wise. Oh, yes you are brilliant and very brave...loyal to few, but you'd give your life to somebody you love. Oh my, what's this? Deepest desire for revenge...my oh my...but where to put you?

At this she was stunned. How did some stupid hat see deeply into her, into the depths of her heart, and was able to find the skeletons in her closet?

Hm, bravery and revenge. Gryffindor or Slytherin...but where to put you? Her eyes turned the size of disbowls. Slytherin! Ron would hate her! You'll have to tell them eventually, the hat whispered in her ear. But until then...

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Shaken, Sarah stepped away from the Sorting Hat. She never wanted to come in contact with that...that...thing, ever, ever again! Ron waved to her, and she took a seat on the bench next to him. She didn't really take in much of the rest of the Sorting, she simply stared at her reflection in the golden goblet. Revenge? Me? I guess... the hat's voice echoed in her mind. "You'll have to tell them eventually..." Suddenly, the Headmaster stood up.

"Speeches can wait 'till after dinner. Tuck in!" And with that the plates filled with food and everybody began to eat.

I'm ending it there! Cause I gotta go do something...(light up the grille) So later people, review please! It's nice, unlike me!