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Nina's POV

"So, what do you think of all that?" Fabian asked me once we were out of Dumbledore's office.

I shook my head. "I have no idea what to think of any of it."

"Me either. I guess we'll have to work it out as we go along...like we thought we were doing in Sibuna." he said.

"Yeah, I know. I wonder what Victor thought when he realized that we were all gone." I wondered out loud.

"So does anyone know where our first class is?" Mick asked. We all shook our heads.

"Maybe we should ask someone." Mara said, gesturing to all the people walking past us.

We agreed to stop and ask pale boy with white-blonde hair. "Can you tell us where the Transfiguration classroom is?" I asked tenatively.

He sneered. "Newbies? Hmm, let's see...Go up the stairs, make a right, a left, another left, another right, go up 3 flights of steps, make 3 more rights and a left and you should be there."
His two friends snickered and he smirked. "Hope that helps." he walked away, leaving us all stunned.

"Did anyone remember what he said? Cause I sure didn't." Amber asked.

"I did. Follow me." Mara said. Thank goodness one of us had a good memory.

We walked around for a while, following the directions the boy had told us. But, we came to a dead end.

"Are you sure this is where he said where to go?" Patricia asked.

"Yes! I'm positive...I think." Mara said.

"Way to go Mara, make us late AND lost on our first day!" Alfie groaned.

"Hey! lay off!" Mick said. "Mara followed the directions that guy gave us, but he gave us wrong directions and tricked us!"

We all groaned, realizing that this was true.

"What are we gonna do now?" I asked.

"We're all going to be lost forever!" Amber wailed. "Pleeaassee no, I'm too young and pretty to die! And I'm actually having a good hair day!"

"Fear not fair maiden!" We heard a voice call down from the corridor. We looked, but there was no one there. "I'll save you!"

We all gasped in amazement. The voice was coming from a portrait! It was of a knight on a horse.

"I am Sir Cadogen! I am here to serve and protect Hogwarts!" His helmet slipped off his head and he fell off his horse. He quickly got back on and said; "Where do you all need to be?"

"Err...The Transfiguration classroom?" Mara said tenatively.

Sir Cadogen gasped. "A challenge?"

"What? No! It's just you asked where we needed to be-"

"I accept! Follow me, peasants!" He galloped into the next picture frame.

"OK, he did NOT just call me a peasant!" Amber said, outraged.

I rolled my eyes. "Should we follow him?"

"I guess." said Fabian. "I mean, what other choice do we have?"

We all agreed and chased after him, as he galloped from portrait to portrait.

"Noooo, I'm SWEATING!" Amber yelled. "Tell him to slow down!"

"But we'll be late!" Mick called back to her.

"I don't care! I'd rather be late and pretty than on time and sweaty!"

We sprinted down a few more flight of stairs, and through a few more corridors. Everyone was in class, so thank goodness no one saw us running through the halls like maniacs.

Finally, Sir Cadogen stopped at a door. "Here you are, scallywags! Let me know if you ever want a rematch, kind lady." He said to Mara. He kicked his horse. "ONWARD!" he shouted,
and galloped through a few more portraits.

Fabian shook his head as we stopped in front of the door to catch out breath. "What a nutter."

"Tell me about it! He called ME, Amber Millington, a peasant!" Amber exclaimed.

"Don't worry Amber. You're never a peasant to me! You're the Queen!" Alfie said. We all rolled our eyes.

"Aww! How sweet and funny of you Alfie!"

"Anyway, we should probably get to class." Fabian said. We all walked into the classroom.

"Ah, how nice of you to join us." Professor McGonagal said as we walked in.

"Sorry Professor, we got lost." I apologized.

"Quite understandable, as it is your first day. Please take a seat."

I sat next to Fabian, like we usually did at our old school. Throughout the lesson, I understood about two things McGonagal said. Everyone else looked like they understood about that much
too, except for Amber looked like she'd understood none of it, which wasn't anything different for her.

Harry's POV

"Can we pleeeaaase just give them one wrong direction? Just a teensy one, so they'll only be a little lost?" Ron begged Hermione as we were packing up from transfiguration. We had agreed
to show the new people to their next classes, which we were in.

"No way!" Hermione hissed. "How would you feel if someone did that to you?"

"I'd know it was only a joke and wouldn't take it personally." Ron said. "Anyway, how would you feel if someone rejected you for no apparent reason?"

Hermione dropped the textbook she was putting into her bag on the desk and turned around slowly to face Ron. "What?"

"You heard me." they glared at each other. I looked curiously back and forth between them. They had been acting extremely odd lately. One minute, they'd be getting on great, the next they
were fighting.

Hermione looked like she was about to say a nasty retort, but they noticed me staring, and hastily continued packing up.

"Did I miss something...?" I asked.

"No. Nothing." Hermione snapped. "Anyway, Nina told me someone already tricked them, that's why they were late today. So you two better not trick ANY of them."

"Or what?" Ron demanded.

Hermione looked as though she were about to slap him. I decided to intervene. "Guys, its not a big deal, we won't trick them..."

Hermione nodded, looking satisfied, and with one last evil glare at Ron, she walked away to meet up with Nina and Fabian and the rest of them.

"...Until they get used to the place." I finished, grinning at Ron, who returned it halfheartedly.

After Defense Against The Dark Arts and Herbology, it was time for lunch.

"Woah, this place has the potential for AWESOME food fights!" Jerome said excitedly as we walked into the Great Hall.

"You know it bro!" Alfie said just as excitedly.

I looked questioningly at Fabian. "Starting food fights was one of their favorite pastimes at Anubis House." he said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, they had one like every night." Nina said. She groaned. "It was HORRIBLE when we had spagetti..."

"I know, every time we had spagetti, my hair would always end up TOTALLY ruined!" Amber

I laughed. "I can imagine."

We sat down in the middle of the table.

"So, the people from Beaxbatons and Durmstrang are coming next week." Ron said.

"The people from where and where?" Nina asked.

"Beaxbatons and Durmstrang are other wizarding schools, in other countries." I explained.

"Why are they coming?" asked Fabian.

"We're having this inter-school tournament thingy thats taking place here." I said. "But, you have to be 17 to enter cause it could be potentially dangerous or something."

"Danger? I'm in!" Jerome said. "How are they gonna know if we're 17 or not when we enter? And how do they decide who wins?"

I shook my head. "No idea."

"But, knowing Dumbledore, he'll have some way to find out." Hermione added.

I was about to add something, but Alfie and Jerome chose that moment to yell " FOOD FIGHT!" and start chucking food. Everyone else joined in.

It was total chaos. I was hit with a sandwich and who-knows-what else. Amber was screaming at the top of her lungs. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was throwing food. Even I
couldn't help but throw a bit of salad at the Slytherin table.

Finally, after about five minutes of this, McGonagal got everone under control. I was completely covered in food. Everyone else was too, but not as bad as me. Probably because I'm so
famous, everyone wants to throw food at me for some reason. The only person who was as covered as me was Nina, because she was sitting next to me.

McGonagal came over, and she seemed to think that since me and Nina had the most food on us, that we MUST have started it.

"I am outraged! This is a disgrace!" She shouted at us. "Fifty points from Gryffindor. Mr. Potter, I can't believe you would do this!"

"I didn't!" I said, but she didn't seem to hear me. "Alfie and Jerome did!" I looked around for them, but they had mysteriously disappeared.

"And you Ms. Martin, on your first day!" Nina looked as if she were about to cry. Fabian put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Both of you, come with me! We are seeing the headmaster!" She grabbed Nina and I by our arms and led us out of the Great Hall.

Nina's POV

McGonagal grabbed me and Harry by the arm and started to drag us out of the hall.

"Wait!" Fabian called. She stopped and looked at him. "I did it. I started it." he said.

"No! No he didn't!" I said. "It was Alfie and Jerome!" Remind me to curse them when I find out how...

"Thats very noble of you, Mr. Rutter," McGonagal said. "But I don't believe it was you."

Fabian looked at me desperately. I tried to smile reassuringly.

"Now come with me." Professor McGonagal led us to Dumbledore's office. I could feel myself shaking badly.

"Sugar quill." McGonagal said to the statue in front of his door. Geez, it was only my first day, but my second time being here. Was he going to expell me? I was so scared! I looked over at
Harry, but he didn't even look nervous.

"Ah, Minerva. What seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore asked as we walked in.

"These two started a food fight in the Great hall! And disgraced Gryffindor House! Severus will never let me forget this!" Professor McGonagal said angrily.

"For the last time, we didn't start it! Alfie and Jerome did!" Harry said, just as angrily.

"Nonsense! They weren't even in the Great Hall!"

"Oh yes they were! The screamed 'FOOD FIGHT!' and ran away!" he said.

"And why would they run away? Wouldn't they want to enjoy their fun?" McGonagal demanded.

"Because they're like arsonists," I explained. "They set off a bomb and run away when it explodes and let someone else take the blame. Sometimes quite literally."

McGonagal considered this for a moment. "Very well," she said finally. "Come with me children. Sorry to disturb you Headmaster."

"Actually, wait a moment." Dumbledore said as we started for the door. We turned to look at him. "I need to speak to Mr. Potter and Ms. Martin for a few minutes. I do not need to see
Mr. Lewis or Mr. Clark, you can punish them however you want."

McGonagal nodded and left. Harry and I walked up to Dumbledore's desk. "What did you need to speak to us about Professor?" Harry asked.

"Harry, do you remember anything before the night your parents were killed?" Dumbledore asked, studying Harry through his half-moon spectacles.

Harry shook his head. "Nothing." He said.

"Do you remember having any...siblings?"

"No?" Harry said, looking confused.

Dumbledore nodded. "Well, I'm going to be straight with you two. You're siblings."

Harry and I gawked at him for a few seconds before responding.

"Woah, back up." I said. "My parents died in a car crash! I was raised by my muggle Gran! That doesn't even make sense!"

Dumbledore looked at me. "As soon as you two were born, one of Voldemort's followers kidnapped you, brought you to a muggle woman and modified her memory into believing that
you were her granddaughter and that her daughter and her daughter's husband had just been killed in a car crash. Harry stayed with his parents, then went to live with his Aunt and Uncle."

"But why would Voldemort do that? Kidnap me, I mean?" I asked.

"Because he knew that you two were powerful, and having you together would be dangerous to him. So he separated you two." Dumbledore said.

"But I still don't understand-" Harry started.

"All in good time, Mr. Potter. Both of you should get cleaned up and go back to lunch now."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Thats it? You're just going to say 'oh, you're siblings separated at birth' and send us back to lunch without a better explanation?"

Dumbledore nodded. "You will understand someday."

"Oookay then." I muttered, and Harry and I started to walk out of his office.

"But, you must not tell anyone else about this. No, not even Mr. Weasly and Ms. Granger." Dumbledore said. We nodded and left

"So, siblings, huh?" I said, looking at Harry.

"Yeah, I guess." he said. "Dumbledore would do something like that."

"Like what?"

"Like come out of nowhere with earth-shattering news and act like it's no big deal."

I laughed too. "Yeah, he would."