Hey! Sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy this chapter, been working on it for a while, and then while trying to fall asleep the last part, few lines, came to me and I had to type them down and post this before I went to sleep.

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Chapter 14

We stood before a picture of a lady in pink who was staring back at us.

"Hello deary, you must be the transfer student, welcome. I am the Fat Lady."

"Hello. Um, Harry, what did you say that the password was?"

"Morgan you forgot already?"

"Sorry, I was all excited about, you know, tomorrow being Saturday and getting a 'real' tour."

"The password is Pumpkin Juice."

"Correct," said the Fat Lady as Harry and I headed in with me mumbling 'pumpkin juice' over and over under my breath, and Hermione and Ron were about to head off down the hall.

"We have rounds tonight with the prefects, but well come back as soon as possible."

"Have fun Hermione and try to keep Ron out of trouble," I said waving them off before turning to look around the room. I heard as the painting closed Ron say, "Hey!"

I chuckled before I truly saw the room I just walked into.

"Hey, I thought only the first years looked like that, guess not," Harry said as he walked past me and I swung out to swat him on the shoulder.

"Ah, no hitting!"

"That wasn't hitting, you were to far away when I made contact, that was a slap-ish thing… more of a swat. But really, this place is so cool."

"Glad to know that you like it."

"I would think that anyone who does not like this place should be deemed crazy and shipped away."

I walked over to a windowsill and crawled in and sat staring out into the dark sky.

"What do we do until the two get back?"

"Well, we could scare the first years into giving us a seats by the fire."

"No, no scaring the first years, they are just too cute!"

"Well then what do you want to do Morgan?"

"Got a soccer ball… wait, you British people call it football, you got one?"

"No but Dean probably does, I can go up and ask him."

"Go! I shall sit here and wait and be excited."

Harry was shaking his head as he walked up the stairs into his dormitory and I just chuckled before hopping down and leaning against the wall staring out at the other years moving around and talking to one another.

By the time Hermione and Ron got back everyone but the seventh and sixth years and a few fifth years had been chased to bed and I was leading a wild game of soccer sevenths against sixths, and as Ron walked in, he was almost fit in the head by the ball being kicked very hard across the room. The fact was that the goal was that area of the room for the sixth years.

"Oi, what the bloody hell?

"Sorry," a sixth year named Amy called out.

"What is going on in here?" Hermione asked in a shocked voice. "It is well after midnight."

"Yes it is Hermione," I said, "But like I pointed out earlier, tomorrow is Saturday and I was bored waiting for you, and the game at first was really just Dean and I teaching Harry and Seamus cool tricks that we knew before it grew into a game against two grades, but you would be proud of me, I sent everyone under fifteen to bed at eleven. Even though those fourth and third years argued like you wouldn't believe, though maybe you would seeing as you have been a prefect for two years and here for seven-ish and I only just got here…"

"Breathe, Morgan," Harry said during my mini babble.
"Oops. I do that when nervous or things…"

"Fifth and sixth years, go up to bed before McGonagall comes in here."

"But some of the seventh years aren't even of age yet!" A voice called out.

"True, but everyone is going to bed in ten minutes anyway, so go!"

I watched as people walked up there separate stairs and mumble about Hermione, I chuckled and plopped down on a chair holding Dean's soccer ball.

"So, where are the rooms that you two are staying in?"

"The Head Rooms are built into each house. Ours are at the top of the tower."

"Oh, nifty. So I can still see you."

"We have classes together, you are going to see me everyday."

"That is different, that is during the day when we have to do school work, I was thinking more after nine at night, I don't do school work after nine. No matter what, that is play time."

"Play time?" Ron asked.

"Yes, when I throw my homework either in frustration or put it away nicely and then do fun activities."

"Fun…"

"What are you all doing up still, Mr. Weasly, Miss Granger, I would have thought that you would have chased everyone, even the seventh years, off to bed by now. It is quite late. Everyone, to bed!"

I watched as everyone get up and go their separate ways while Hermione and Ron walked up to McGonagall to talk to her.

"Come one Morgan," Harry said offering me his hand to get up.

I grabbed his hand and went up to find McGonagall turning and leaving without saying goodnight.

"Come on Morgan, I can show you to your room."

The next day was Saturday, and I woke up at six in the morning to birds singing somewhere outside my window.

After twenty or so minutes I finally pulled myself up into a sitting position and wondered how much trouble I would get in if I went into the forest and stupefying them. But instead I stood and grabbed my towel and other toiletries and headed in to take an early morning shower.

After my shower, I dressed in a pair of hole filled, written and drawn on, random sewing patterns jeans and a black shirt that said in plain white letters 'I Bite. Hard.' quickly and headed down to the common room at around seven-ish, hair still damp, in my fuzzy bunny slippers that Ron hates for some reason, and my book in hand.

There was a small fire heating the room and I was able to sit in the chair nearest the fire. I started reading and lost track of time because the next thing that I knew, Hermione saying my name.

"Oh, hi, you're up finally. What time is it?"

"8:30, the boys are going to be down soon, so you may want to go put on shoes," and after I stood she added, "and maybe change your pants."

"Why, what is wrong with them?" I asked looking down and then hearing Ron ask a question.

"Morgan, did you give Fluffy your pants?"

"No… at least I don't think so, who is Fluffy?"

"He is a three headed dog."

"Cool, can I meet him?"

"No, he doesn't live here anymore, not after first year."

"Lame, okay, going to get shoes. Do I need anything else?"

"Um, pants?"

"I am wearing pants Hermione. They just have a few holes in them and lots of writing and drawings and patches, but they are perfectly wearable. Be back in a minute!"

I raced up stairs and slid into my room and saw that everyone was just getting out of the showers and getting dressed for the day.

"Morning ya'll, just getting some shoes."

"Where did you get those pants?" Lavender asked.

"Hmm, random store, but actually my friend Bethany made them for me. She saw me ogling the ones that she had made.

"You mean that she cut up and drew and wrote all over a pair of nice pants?"

I smiled as I finished tying up my black shoes and nodded.

"Yuppers, and they are my favorite! See you all later."

I turned and walked out the door before anyone else could say anything else and made my way down to Harry, Ron and Hermione to go eat, but found only Harry waiting.

"Did they get called away?"

"Yeah, Professor Dumbledore wanted to talk to them. We will meet them in the Great Hall."

"Okay."

We walked down through the building and made our way past others making their way back to common rooms or wonder the hallways.

"So, Morgan, what time did you get up this morning?"

"Around six in the morning, stupid birds, because I left my window open. I thought that I was going to be far enough away that I wouldn't hear them, but no, those damn birds are loud."

Harry chuckled as he let me go into the Great Hall first and followed me in before walking besides me to lead me to a table to sit at next to Neville, Ginny, and the others from the train.

"Good morning everyone."

'Morning's' came from those around us before most went back to eating.

Harry and I sat down and I grabbed a couple of waffles and fruit to eat for breakfast. I ate taking in the noise of all the other conversations, saying hi to Hermione and Ron as the joined us and grabbed food to eat.

By the time that everyone was finished, I was getting a little antsy and Harry had placed his hand on my knee to stop me from bouncing my leg.

"So, Hermione, what are we doing today? Where is the grand tour of the school going to take us?"

"I thought that we would go up and work our way down, then go outside."

"Hermione, it is the first day, the first day without Classes! Why do we need to go to the Library?"

"Ronald, you…"

"Library? I like Library's. Salem's wasn't all that big because most students worked at home or in dorms. No one liked the library because the librarian was a hag. Shall we go then?"

The tour of the school lasted a while because we weren't having any luck with the stairs and Hermione took me into many classrooms to meet teachers that hadn't been in the teachers lounge. By the time we were at the end of the tour, I found myself standing in front of a picture of a fruit bowl.

"Okay, nope, I don't get it. Why am I staring at this?"

"This," Harry said, "is the way into the kitchen."

I looked at him, "This is where all the food is made before it comes up to the tables? Nifty. How do you get in? Password?"

"Watch," Harry said as he stepped forward and put his hand on the pear in the basket, and then started to tickle it.

"What the?"

The pear moved around a bit before the frame and picture swung open, and the smells of food being cooked reached us, but not before a small grey blob with a purple knit cap ran into Harry knocking him to the ground. I take that back, it wasn't a knit cap; it was a tea cozy that was being worn as a hat.

"Dobby, it is nice to see you too," Harry said while Ron was laughing but helping him up "Dobby, this is Morgan, she is a friend."

"A friend of Harry Potter sir is a friend of Dobby, sir. Hello, miss Morgan…"

"Winter, Morgan Winter, and it is nice to meet you Dobby. I have never met such a cute House Elf before." I said as I was bent over so that I was eye level with him. "You are just too adorable!"

Dobby blushed before another house elf was standing next to him. "Hello Master Potter, what can Kreacher do for you today?"

"Nothing today Kreacher, go back to cooking."

"Yes master."

"Who was that Harry? You have an Elf?"

"Not that I wanted him, he was left to me by my godfather."

"Oh, okay. Now, are we getting some food, or what?"

"Don't tell me that you are like these two boys and are always hungry…"

"Oh Hermione, not always, but you have had me wandering the entire castle, and it is near lunch but I thought a picnic would be fun."

"Picnic we can do, come on Dobby, lets get some food."

Standing outside next the lake I turned and watched student running around, Muggle born's playing football/soccer, or student running from flying Frisbees that were trying to bite them.

"Morgan," Hermione called to me.

"Hey, so what have we got here?"

We had different sandwiches, fruit, vegetables, chips, and pumpkin juice.

"This stuff isn't so bad, the juice I mean," I said putting my cup down empty and laying down with my head in the grass.

"AHHHh!" I said sitting up, drenched with water from the lake watching a tentacle wave around in the air.

"You have a giant squid, I thought you were making that up."

"Nope," Harry said pointing his wand at a large log, muttered an incantation, and sent the log flying out over the water, the tentacle disappearing, the squid going after it.

"It acts like a dog…"

"Harry, I don't get why you must play with it."

"Hermione, it likes us, plus, you know he is friendly…"

"Right, Ron, do you think you would like to go for a short walk?"

"Huh, but…" but with a swift kick from Harry into his shin Ron was getting up and holding his hand out, muttering at Harry, "not like I need that to walk."

I watched them wonder off, before getting splashed again as the log landed in front of me. "You really like playing with him?"

"Never had a dog, Hermione doesn't really get it, but it is okay, she doesn't really mean anything when she complains."

Watching the log flying out over the lake and the squid giving chasing, I giggled a little, "I never had a dog either, we had a cat, well, Char had the cat, I had a hamster named Larry."

"Larry?"

"Veggie Tales, an American thing, Larry the Cucumber was, will always be, my favorite."

"You know, you are strange? Are all American's like you?"

"They would be only so lucky to be like me. My wit is amazing."

I turned the way I was sitting so that I was leaning against Harry's left arm, and once I was comfortable I realize that he had tensed up.

"You okay Harry? I can move."

"No, it's just… are you always so… I don't know how to put it…"

"Forward," I chuckled.

"No… easy at relaxing around all guys?"

I stared at him for a moment, choosing my words carefully.

"Only around those that I am friends with, or start to like. No one beside Ron and Hermione would really work like the way they do, both dancing around each other, needing a friendly shove at each other by others. I don't roll that way."

But before Harry could say anything, or his blush could get any deeper red, water rained down on us, the giant squid had lost interest in the log, and now only wanted to splash anyone near the lake.

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