Hey! Here's ch. 4. I apologize(yet again) for the shortness, but I pinkie promise the next one will be longer! This one has Harry Potter in it (yay ! :D). Also, please let me know if its boring or if you have any ideas or if there's anything I could do to make the story better. REEEEVVIIIEEEWWW! Please, I beg of you! I'm having a horrible week, and could do with some reviews to make me happy :) Enjoy!

Also, my sister told me that she thinks that Fabian should be with-*shudder*- JOY! I was like, uhh no way! FABINA FOREVER! Just thought I'd put that out there :)

Harry's POV

"Oh, Harry, you have this completely wrong!" Hermione groaned as she read over my History of Magic essay. "The Mountain Giants defeated the Sea Giants, not the other way around!"

"Well if it's so wrong, why don't you write it?" I grumbled as I put my books in my bag. Me, Ron, and Hermione were all in the common room doing homework. Hermione was reading over my essay like usual, and I had gotten in completely wrong, like usual.

"I can't! How will you learn that way?" She said, pushing the parchment back to me. "Here. Fix it."

"But why do I need to learn this? It's completely useless..." I said, sighing as I took the parchment back.

"It'll be on exams!" Hermione fretted.

"Hermione, think outside of school for once." My best friend Ron said. "He's not gonna get declined a job because he didn't know that the Goobleck tribe defeated the Roobleck tribe or whatever."

"Well, you never know!"

Ron and I exchanged a glance and shook our heads, we knew it was useless arguing with her about it.

"FINE! But it's YOUR grades, which determine YOUR future!" Hermione picked up her book and began to read. I started making corrections to my essay.

A few minutes later, McGonagal walked in. "I have and announcement." she said, glaring at us all, as if daring us to interupt. "There are eight new students moving into this house."

"Like, more first years?" One kid called out.

"No. They are in 4th year." There was a lot of murmuring throughout the common room at this. " I expect you to treat them with kindness, and help them find their way around. Welcome them into the house. They will be a bit behind the rest of the fourth years, but I expect those of you excelling in classes to help them out."

"So basically, not us." Ron grinned at me. "But obviously she means Hermione." It was true, McGonagal had looked at Hermione when she said the part about excelling in classes.

Eight people walked through the portrait hole. They looked around our age. There were four boys and four girls. One of the girls looked extremely farmiliar, though I couldn't figure out why. She had long, curly, brown hair and bright hazel eyes.

Suddenly, my scar started burning. Like, really badly. So badly that I cried out in pain. Then, everything went black.

Nina's POV

We walked into the common room. I looked around at my new housemates, who were apparently varying in ages from 11-17 as Professor McGonagal explained to us.

There was one boy that I had a strange feeling about. He looked SO farmiliar. He had jet-black hair, bright green eyes, glasses and a red mark that I couldn't really make out on his forehead because of his hair. He looked at me, and his eyes widened-then he screamed and collapsed, clutching at his forehead where I saw the red mark.

A few people rushed over to him. What did I do? Did this have something to do with me? I looked at Fabian, but he just shrugged. He was as clueless as I was about this place. For all I knew, that could be normal here!

"Harry! Mr. Potter! Are you alright?" McGonagal hurried over to him and crouched down next to him. "Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, kindly escort Mr. Potter to the hospital wing, and summon the headmaster as well. As for you all"-she turned to us-"The boy's dormitories are on the left, girls on the right. Your uniforms are the same as your old school uniforms,
and your trunks are already upstairs. You are to be in the headmaster's office at 8 o'clock sharp tomorrow morning. breakfast is in the Great Hall at 7. Any questions? Good." She hurried out without waiting for an answer.