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Chapter 3

Mother, father and daughter all walked slowly to the eastern corridor of the fourth floor, where Dumbledore showed her how to open the door to her rooms by touching three stones in a pattern and pulling down on a wall sconce.

Missy was dazzled again when she walked into her new quarters. She couldn't believe how beautiful and luxurious it all was. The door opened into a sitting room, with a seating nook around a cozy fireplace and an office area with a large desk. The whole room was done up in a deep maroon with lilac and silver accents. Walking in, Missy looked up to see the very tall ceiling was enchanted like that of the Great Hall, to show the sky. There were candles everywhere for when the sun went down, and sconces on the walls for torches. Silently, Missy opened the door directly opposite the entrance to find her own private bathroom, with a small swimming pool sized bath, shower and separate alcove for the toilet. There was even a chaise lounge and corner mirror. This smaller room was also beautifully decorated, with white marble for floor, countertops and bath, and light blue walls and accents.

Through another door in the bathroom, Missy stepped into her bedroom, and gasped again. She was overwhelmed by the sumptuous surroundings. Her bedroom was huge, with a king size bed, a vanity table and mirror as well as a door that looked to open into the biggest walk-in closet Missy had ever seen. This room was decorated in the opposite of the sitting room, in mostly lilac and silver with maroon accents. She squealed and ran to the bed, jumping in a pile of down duvet and pillows. She looked to the door from the sitting room to see her parents in the doorway, watching her with wistful expressions. "Mom, Dad, this is all so amazing!" she cried.

"We have more to show you," her father replied, "out here in the other room." Missy obediently climbed off of the bed (which took some doing) and went into the other room. Dumbledore was sitting in one of the armchairs by the fire, and McGonagall was sitting on the couch. Missy joined her mother on the couch and waited expectantly for whatever her father had in store.

On a small side table were three long rectangular boxes, which Dumbledore indicated. "Mister Olivander, purveyor of the finest wands in the country, has sent along three wands for you to try out here, thus avoiding a trip outside Hogwarts to his shop. He's chosen the wands based on what he feels would most likely suit you, given your parents and your very short history in our world. If you'll just give each of them a wave…" he suggested.

Missy picked up the right-most box and opened it, removing the slender wand, flourishing it a bit. The torches on the walls all burst into flames reaching almost to the ceiling. Missy's mother quickly spoke a charm to stop them and removed the stick from her daughter's hand. "This one won't do," she commented, and handed Missy the next box. Missy felt a surge of familiarity with this wand, and sure enough, when she waved it, a lovely bit of sparkles and a soft glow emitted from the wand. She looked expectantly at her parents faces and they seemed pleased with the wand. It had a cherry wood handle, with an ash stem, and her father informed her that the core held tears from his phoenix, Fawkes, who had supplied the feathers for both Voldemort's and Harry's wands. Missy couldn't stop gazing at her new toy, and continued to wave it about, setting off sparkles of different colours.

"Artemis, there are some other things that we need to tell you about magic…and about yourself," McGonagall said seriously. Missy set down the wand and looked attentive. "There were some, well, some interesting circumstances surrounding your birth."

"Is this about that prophecy that Dad told me about, how I could be the kid who kills that Voldemort guy?" Missy asked. Her mother shook her head.

"I'm afraid not. You see, I am what is called an animagus, which means I can change into an animal at will, a cat. Since I have this unique talent, I was indispensable as a spy for the Order. It just so happened that when I went into labour with you, I was in cat form. I tried to safety, but I was unable to in time. You were born as a kitten, I'm afraid. You changed to a human form when I did, when I had brought you back to headquarters. So you are in a unique position, as you were born as animagus, rather than having to perform the complicated spell required for most people," her mother explained, rather quickly, as if she wanted to get this part over with as soon as possible.

"So, that means…I can change into a cat? Whenever I want?" Missy asked.

"Yes, you can, once you master the transformation technique. I don't want you to be scared of this, and if you like, you never have to transform at all," McGonagall said consolingly.

"Are you kidding?" Missy exclaimed. "This is so cool!"

Smiles broke across both her parents faces, they were obviously relieved. "We're so glad you feel that way," Dumbledore said.

"Well, we both have work to get back to, and you won't be starting your tutoring sessions until tomorrow, so I'll ask a couple of the prefects to show you around the castle," McGonagall said briskly, standing to leave. Dumbledore joined her, and they exited the room.

Missy wandered around her suite aimlessly, discovering all of the little details about the room. The bookshelves behind the desk were stocked with every school book for every year, and there seemed to be an unlimited supply of quills, ink and parchment in the drawers of the huge desk. The closet was another marvel, for it was not only stocked with school robes, but it also seemed to have a spell or something that filled the closet with whatever clothes her heart desired. The cabinet in the bathroom seemed to have a similar spell, being filled with every hair and makeup product Missy could think of. As she was exploring, the sound of a doorbell seemed to sound, and she walked to the door. Opening it, she found Hermione Granger standing with a tall boy with white blonde hair and a practiced smirk.

"Hello there, Artemis," Hermione greeted cheerfully. "Professor McGonagall sent Malfoy and me down to show you around the castle.

"Please, call me Missy," she replied, opening the door wider to invite the prefects in.

"Missy, is it? Well, what is it you did to earn a late entrance to the school and such fine private quarters?" Malfoy, the blonde boy, asked rakishly, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"That's not why we're here, Malfoy," Hermione spat at him. "I'm sure if Professor McGonagall wanted you to know, she would have told you."

"Yes," Missy agreed. "Now, why don't we start the tour?"

The two prefects were very helpful in their quest to familiarize Missy with the school, even if they did continue to snap at each other. Hermione waited down the hall while Draco led Missy into the Slytherin common room for a quick tour, where he stayed as Missy rejoined Hermione.

"You two don't really get along, even though you're both prefects?" Missy asked as the two girls made their way back up to the Gryffindor common room. It was decided that Missy could seek out the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff prefects on her own when she wanted entrance to their common rooms.

"Well, a lot of it is inter-house rivalry, but Malfoy's just an asshole in general," Hermione replied.

"But a cute asshole," Missy quipped.

"Quite, but his personality is so off-putting, his looks are completely lost on me," Hermione admitted. Both girls were giggling by the time they got through the portrait hole and into the Gryffindor common room. Some heads turned to see who was laughing, and many did double takes to catch another glimpse of the stranger walking in with Hermione.

"So this is the common room, that stair leads to the boys dorms, and this one here to the girls," Hermione explained quickly. "There's Harry and Ron, would you like to hang out for a bit before supper?"

Missy nodded and smiled at the two boys as she approached. "Hello again, I don't think I properly introduced myself earlier, I'm Missy," she said, sticking out her hand to Ron fist, who shook it briskly, then to Harry who held it a little longer that was entirely necessary. He smiled at her warmly, which made her a little giddy.

"And I don't think either of us were introduced. I'm Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley," he said. Missy nodded, though she already knew this, and sat next to him on the comfortable couch. Hermione sat on the other side of him, next to the chair where Ron was sitting. On the table in front of the couch was a chess board and the ruins of a lovely set of pieces, which were putting themselves back together and helping the others find broken off limbs.

"So what do you think of Hogwarts, Missy?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, it's wonderful. I just can't believe all this is happening to me. Just a few hours ago I was confined to my room for my birthday, and now suddenly I have discovered a whole new world," Missy gushed. "It's just all so amazing."

"So, how exactly did you come here?" Ron asked. "I mean, to Hogwarts and all."

"I walked through a mirror, actually," Missy said. At the other teen's chocked expressions, Missy explained how she was sent to the other dimension, as she was coming to think about it, and how she had arrived back in the Wizarding world. By the time she had finished explaining, it was time to head down to the Great Hall for supper.

While they were walking, Harry asked her if she would like to join them at the Gryffindor table for supper, and she accepted, provided her parents didn't have any other plans for her. She knew there was going to be some kind of explanation of her presence at the school, so people might be looking at her, and she didn't want to show preference right away to the Gryffindors, even though it was her mother's house. Straightening her clothes underneath the black robe she had thrown over them before the tour, she took a deep breath and entered the Great Hall.

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