LOL SO I HAVENT UPDATED IN 3 YEARS BUT I DO SEE POTENTIAL IN THIS STORY SO LETS SEE WHAT I GOT

**********SHE IS IN 6TH YEAR, I MADE A MISTAKE IN THE FIRST CHAPTER, IM NOT SURE HOW TO FIX IT BUT ILL TRY :)********

(i dont own harry potter, jk rowling does)

I stood beside Blaise, my hand wrapped around his forearm. It was something I'd done when we were younger. I usually did it when I was anxious or stressed out, and seemingly they were exactly what I was at the moment. Pansy looked over at us, a look of jealousy over powering her face. I removed my arms from Blaise's, giving her a knowing look. She rolled her eyes, a wide smile appearing. Blaise looked down at me, confused. I shook my head and began walking up to the doors with other children. Too my left were a bunch of people I didn't know, and too my right were a red-head and a bushy haired girl fighting. They sat down at there respective table and I awkwardly stood in the middle row between two long tables. A man with black, greasy hair and black robes taped me on the shoulder, making me jump. He motioned for me too follow him, which I politely declined.

"I'm sorry sir, but I have no idea who you are. Stranger danger, you know?" I said, smiling at the stranger. He sneered and grabbed my forearm, dragging me away from the hall. My mouth opened and I was about to start screaming bloody murder when he covered my mouth.

"I am your professor, calm down." he said, his voice sky smooth yet very slow. I nodded, taking a deep breath and holing it in for a couple seconds. He let go, but told me to follow him. We walked up to the big stage-like thing at the back of the hall. He sat me down on the stool and motioned for an old lady in green robes to come and stand next to me. The professor in black suddenly shot up and practically ran out of the hall, making me wonder where he could be going.

"Good evening, students! Before we start the sorting, we will be having a special type of sorting. As you can see we have a new student here at Hogwarts, her name is Lyra Pundle. I hope you all be nice to her, and help you the best you can. Anyways, lets get started." The voice from behind me stopped talking, and I turned around to see (who I can only presume) is the Headmaster. He lends me a smile before sitting back down.

I turned back around to see tons of eyes on me. I ignored them all and focused on Blaise, who gave me a nod. The green robed lady gave me a look and I nodded, telling her I was ready. At my old school, I was never sorted. There was no reason, we didn't have that many students. The Headmaster was always stern, no matter who you were. You could be Voldemort, and she wouldn't hesitate to give you a detention!

The old, battered looking hat was lowered onto my head. I heard a small voice in my head making me jump.

"Hmm, hard to see. You're mind is very clogged, full of thoughts of other people. You care a lot, don't you? You'd do well in Hufflepuff, you know. But that's not the right place for you. You wouldn't fit in there. You're very brave… I know where to put you, of course I do! I'm the Sorting Hat! Best be… GRYFFINDOR!" he yelled the last part loudly, making me jump and grimace. I got off the stool, and looked over to Blaise and his friends. They were all sneering at me, except for Blaise, who wasn't even looking in my direction. I sighed, and made my way to what I presumed was the Gryffindor table. It had a large flag above it with a lion on it, and the house name written down. I sat down beside the girl with bushy brown hair from earlier. I made eye contact with her and smiled, deciding I needed friends if I wanted survive being in this house alone. She smiled back and held out her hand for me to shake. I took it and looked at her.

"Hey, I'm Hermione Granger." I smiled and nodded.

"Lyra Pundle. Nice to meet you, Hermione." I said. She smiled brightly, taking a swig from her goblet. I smiled and looked at the plate infront of me. The sorting resumed in the background, though I didn't pay any attention. I looked back over to Blaise. He was looking at me with sheer disappointment. My head turned confused, and he motioned to the people I was sitting beside. I shrugged and looked at them. I saw the ginger from earlier and saw he was practically destroying a piece of chicken. I laughed and he stopped for a second, a look of confusion marking his face.

"Why're you laughing?" He asked. It only made me laugh harder how a piece of chicken feel out of his mouth.

"Sorry, its just you eat a lot. I'm Lyra Pundle." I said, a hint of a smile still evident on my face.

"Names Ron Weasley. S'nice to meet you." he said, going back to his chicken. I laughed once more and turned to Hermione, who was looking at him with a face of disgust.

"Honestly Ronald, don't you have any table manners?" she asked. She turned to me and gave me a sympathetic smile. "Sorry about him, he's not always like this." I shrugged and smiled.

"It's okay, he reminds me of someone…" I said, thinking about Max. I missed him terribly. I sighed and looked at my plate. I missed his antics, his eyes, his hair, his everything. When the sorting finished, Dumbledore made a speech, though I wasn't listening. I couldn't stop thinking about Max. I wonder if he misses me? He promised to write everyday. Suddenly, the Great Hall doors opened and a boy my age rushed to our table. He squished between me and Hermione and was holding his nose. Annoyed, I scooted over.

"Where've you — blimey, what've you done to your face?" said Ron, staring at the mysterious boy. It seemed everyone in the hall was also staring, because the boy shift uncomfortably.

"Why, what's wrong with it?" he asked, grabbing a spoon and examining his face. Hermione gasped and grabbed her wand.

"You're covered in blood! Come here…" She raised her wand to his face, and said Tergeo. She wiped his face with a napkin and he shooed her away with his hand.

"Thanks," he said. "How's my nose looking?"

"Normal. Why shouldn't it? Harry, what happened, we've been terrified!" Hermione looked very anxious. The boy, Harry, turned around to see me and others listening in on the conversation. He stopped himself from saying anything and turned back to Hermione and Ron.

"I'll tell you later." he said curtly.

"But…" Hermione said hurriedly.

"Not now, Hermione." he said, hoping that she would stop. I quickly took the pause in their conversation to tap Harry on the shoulder. He turned around, a look annoyance on his face. I felt myself shrink slightly, loosing my confidence but then I realized that it didn't matter.

"Erm, sorry to interrupt this amazing conversation that's happening, but I thought I should introduce myself seeing as you did practically push your way between Hermione and I, it seems I should know the culprit who did such a thing." He looked at me up and down, sighing and giving me a lazy, rehearsed smile.

"Harry Potter." I smiled and gave him a wave. I knew exactly who he was, he was a celebrity. But it didn't really matter to me, he was just like any other wizard. Except he didn't get killed from a killing curse.

"Lyra Pundle, pleasure to meet you Harry." He looked slightly shocked, as did Ron and Hermione. They quickly recovered and Harry reached across the table for a chicken leg, when they suddenly turned into pudding.

"You missed the sorting, anyway," said Hermione, as Ron practically dove for a chocolate cake.

"Hat say anything interesting?" Harry asked while picking up a treacle tart and shoving it in his mouth.

"More of the same, really… advising us all to unite in the face of our enemies, you know." Hermione said, another look of disgust on her face as both Harry and Ron harassed the food. I giggled and gave Hermione a look, to which she returned.

"Dumbledore mention Voldemort at all?" Harry asked, suddenly very intersted. Hermione shook her head.

"Not yet, but he always saves his proper speech for after the feast, doesn't he? It can't be long now."

"Snape said Hagrid was late for the feast…" I stopped listening, very bored. I played with my cake, not interested in anything.

Suddenly, a ghost floated over to them. He interrupted Ron.

"There had been much talk on that very subject even amongst the ghosts. I am considered something of a Potter authority; it is widely known that we are friendly. I have assured the spirit community that I will not pester you for information, however. 'Harry Potter knows that he can confide in me with complete confidence,' I told them. 'I would rather die than betray his trust." The ghost said. I was confused on what they were talking about, seeing as I wasn't listening to the conversation, but they continued no matter.

"That's not saying much, seeing as you're already dead." Ron said, munching on another piece of treacle tart.

"Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe," said the ghost. I snickered from behind him, making him turn around. "Hello there, have not met you yet. Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service."

"Lyra Pundle. It's very nice to meet you, Sir Nicholas." I said, giving him a wide smile. Ron, snorted shaking his head.

"No need to call him that, Nearly Headless Nick is good enough." Sir Nicholas, or Nearly Headless Nick sighed and floated away. At the staff table, Dumbledore rose from his chair. The laughter and talking immediately went away, and he began his speech.

"The very best of evenings to you!" he said, smiling with his arms wide open as though he was trying to hug the entire hall. Hermione gasped from beside Harry, making me look over to her in concern.

"What happened to his hand?" she asked. It seemed Dumbledore heard because he quickly dismissed it.

"Now… to our new students," his eyes seemed to bore into mine. "welcome; to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits…" Harry began whispering to Hermione, who answered back while looking sightly nauseated.

"… and Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to say that there is a blanket ban on any items bought at the shop called Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes." I looked to Ron, his ears the same colour as his hair. I presumed that it was his families business. He saw me looking to him and he grimaced.

"My brothers own a prank shop down in Diagon Alley." he told me. I smiled and went back to listening to Dumbledore.

"Those wishing to play Quidditch for their house this years should give their names to their Heads of Houses as usual. We are also looking for new Quidditch commentators, who should do likewise." My ears perked up at this. Harry mustve noticed how excited I seemed because he asked me if I played quidditch.

"No, but at my old school I used to be the commentator." I smiled.

"You should ask Professor Mcgonagall then." I nodded, taking a sip of my pumpkin juice. Dumbledore's speech continued until finally we were aloud to leave and go to our respective dormitories. I lazily followed the rest of my house, not really knowing where to go. I followed are-haired girl who looked quite a bit like Ron. I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around, a smile on her face.

"Hi, my name's Lyra Pundle. I'm a transfer student and I was just wondering if you knew the way to my dormitories? I'm in 6th year…" The girl smiled and motioned for me to walk beside her.

"Of course I'll help you. Names Ginny Weasley. I think you met my brother earlier? He can be pretty gross sometimes…" she trailed off, making me laugh.

"Don't worry, my boyfriend back at home is the same way." We walked up many flights of stairs that moved and made me slightly queazy. We finally got to a portrait of a lady that looked like she was in Ancient Greece or something related to that. Somebody said the password for the entrance and we all climbed through.

"Do you know where we go?" I asked Ginny, taking a piece of my dark brown hair and twirling my finger around it. It was a nervous habit, and many thought I was weird for doing it. She nodded and told me to follow her, which I did. We walked up more stairs and finally to dormitories.

"Sadly, you're a year above me, so we wont be sharing a dorm. However, I can help you find yours." she said brightly. I smiled and nodded. We looked for my name on a plaque in front of the doors. Finally we found mine. It said

"Lavender Brown

Pavarti Patil

Hermione Grange

Lyra Pundle"

"Thank you for helping me find my room, Ginny!"Ginny smiled and went to her room, waving goodbye. I quickly walked into my room, finding Hermione and 2 other girls I didn't know. Hermione waved me over to the bed beside hers. I walked over and smiled at her, taking a seat on the unused bed beside her. She leaned in closer to me, whispering lowly.

"I'm so glad you're here. I can't stand another year with just those two!" she said, looking at the two other girls who were going through their trunks.

"Why what's so bad about them?" I asked, getting up and beginning to walk over to them too say hello. Hermione ignored my question and sighed.

"Hey, I'm Lyra. It's nice to meet you!" I said brightly. The two girls turned around and simply smiled a small smile, not bothering to actually acquaint themselves. I went back over to Hermione and she had a large smirk on her face. I shrugged and went into the trunk at the foot of my bed. I grabbed a quill and a piece of paper.

"Hermione, do you happen to have an owl?" she shook her head and I sighed. I sat down on my bed and began writing my letters.

Dear Blaise,

So far my Hogwarts journey has been pretty great! I'm not sure if you're mad at me, you and your friends didn't seem very happy during the feast. Please write me back and tell me why you're angry. I'd like to make it up too both you and your friends. I already have a new friend. Her name is Hermione Granger, and she seems very nice. I hope you two can be friends as well! Anyway, it's getting quite late, so I'll be heading off to bed. I also need to figure out a way to send this to you!

Goodbye,

Lyra Pundle

Next I wrote my letter to my grandparents.

Dearest Grammy and Granddad,

Oh, how I miss you terribly already! I really like Hogwarts, it's quite fun! I have a friend named Hermione. Oh, and I met Harry Potter! THE Harry Potter. Anyway, I got into Gryffindor. I hope you're not disappointed. I know father and mother wanted me in Slytherin or Ravenclaw, but things don't always go as planned.

I'm sorry,

Lyra

(PS, I love you!)

After that, I wrote a letter to Max.

Max,

It's been 2 weeks since I last saw you. I thought that it would be agony, but so far I've been okay. I do miss you, however. Do you miss me? How is everybody at Mortink? Tell Bryanna that I got her a present from Diagon Alley. I'll send it with the letter! I love you, Max. Be sure to send me a letter back!

I love you,

Lyra

After writing the letters I turned to Hermione and asked her if she knew anybody with an owl that I could possibly use. She said Harry had one, and I thanked her and made my way down to the common room. I looked around to find Harry and Ron at a table, playing Wizards Chess. I walked over, holding onto the letters nervously. What if he said no? You're a Gryffindor now, Lyra. Calm down. I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and tapped on his shoulder, making him spin around.

"Sorry to bother your game of Wizards Chess, but I was wondering if I could use your owl? Hermione told me you have one. It's completely fine if you don't want me too, however." I said quickly, barely taking breathes between sentences. He nodded, and motioned for me too follow him.

"Why didn't you just use one of the school owl's?" he asked, opening the door to his dormitory. He opened the cage to a snowy white owl, and gave it a treat. I opened my mouth but words didn't come out. Why didn't I just use a school owl? He sat down on the bed, the owl on his lap.

"I didn't know the school owned owl's you could use to send letter's." I said.

"Did your old school not have owls?" I nodded, and began wrapping the letters together. I handed them to Harry and sat down beside him on the bed.

"Mortink did, but students weren't allowed to use them. Only the teachers." He nodded.

"Who are these going too?"

"My Grammy and Granddad. They live in Old Flaggley, in Yorkshire. Blaise Zambini…"

"Blaise Zambini?" He asked shocked. I nodded, giving him a weird look.

"We used to be best friends when we were little, but then my mum and dad… Actually, never mind them. Why are you so surprised?" I asked.

"It's just that you're so nice. And Blaise, well…" He trailed off. I shrugged. "Is there anyone else you need to send a letter to?" He asked.

"Erm.. yeah but it's a long journey. They live back in Canada. I don't want your owl to have to fly all that way…"

"Her name is Hedwig, and I suppose it's fine. As long as you give her lots of treats." He said, laughing. I nodded, giving him a huge smile.

"Thank you a lot Harry. I can see why everybody adores you." His smile faded.

"They don't adore me, they obsess. Nobody likes me for me. They just like the idea of me." he said darkly. I snorted.

"That's not true Harry. So far, I like Harry Potter, the normal boy. Not Harry Potter, the boy who lived." I said, smirking. He nodded and sighed. I thanked him once more and left to my dormitory. Once there, I got on my pyjamas and dove into bed. I fell asleep quite easily, dreaming of jet black hair and boats.