AN: This has nothing to do with the story but I have found something very, VERY disturbing. For those who have read Stephenie Meyer's Twilight, the guy who played Cedric Diggory will be playing Edward Cullen!!! I am shocked and appalled. What's worse is the girl playing Bella. I am depressed now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Four

"Adams, Holly?" Professor McGonagall called, heralding an instant hush from the students. A short sandy haired girl with freckles and rectangle glasses self-consciously walked to the stool, whispering to herself and trying in vain to scrunch her mouth up to not smile. She was blushing bright red as she sat down facing the expectantly onlooking students.

"Hmm…" The Sorting Hat thought for a second on her head. "Smart girl, smart girl. Do you know anything of the a ancient study of Numerology? Because you, I see, are the perfect model of the Number 4...Holly Adams, you say? My my, the stars have been known to mislead I suppose…" He thought for a moment, smiled, and shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

Holly Adams clumsily but happily ran to the Hufflepuff table amidst the jubilant cheers of the Hufflepuffs.

"Bismarck, Janine?" A tall girl with a lazy look and high powdered cheeks gracefully went over and sat with her legs crossed on the stool.

"Oh, a bit devious and very clever I see. You have a heart, maybe? Oh, Slytherin!" With a flip of her hair, Janine was at the Slytherin table, already making her place in between the older students, and close to the Slytherin majesties.

"Chang, Rika?" A young girl who looked creepily clone-like to Cho Chang, but smaller, approached the stool.

"I know where to put you. Ravenclaw!"

"Damarion, Alexander?" The terrified crowd of first years parted and Alexander Damarion walked casually, glanced at the older students, and lazily dropped himself onto the stool.

"Ah… Raised well, quite intelligent, and… hmm… That's right, Slytherin!"

Three students were sorted into Ravenclaw, five in Ravenclaw, three into Gryffindor, and four into Hufflepuff.

"Isilee, Georgie?" The vividly colored girl walked with an airy step to the stool as other students whispered.

The weary looking hat dropped onto her head and promptly lit up. It laughed hoarsely and said, "Make your house proud. Gryffindor!" The Gryffindors cheered and clapped as she sat down at the table. She settled herself across from Ginny Weasley, who greeted her warmly and congratulated her. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil whispered a few things to each other and then brightly addressed her.

"I'm Ron Weasley. Welcome to Gryffindor!"

"Neville. Longbottom. Neville Longbottom. I'm Neville Longbottom."

"You're Professor Isilee's daughter, aren't you?" asked Hermione, glancing up at Professor Isilee who was looking their way and clapping. She looked pleased, proud, and yet still stiff faced. Gorgeous."Yup, I am," replied Georgie.

"That's very nice, Georgie. Anyway, what year are you going to be in?"

"Fourth."

"Oh, but you don't look…"

"Yeah, I know, but I really am fifteen." The two chatted about random things and Hermione discovered that the character of Georgie was quite a normal one. She was not awkward like Ron, nor was she so overly confident and a bit forceful like Harry. She reminded her of Ginny, so young and naïve. She thought, from the look of her clothes, that she would somehow act eccentric like Luna; however, Georgie did not once mention anything quite as bizarre as Arachnabovines or Maois. Finally, she thought, somebody down to earth like me.

"So what about your mother?" asked Hermione.

"Well, she--- hey, Sorting's over." Looking up, Hermione saw Dumbledore at the stand, smiling with his usual twinkling eyes.

"And finally, our feast!" Dumbledore clapped his hands twice and scrumptious food magically appeared on the golden silverware, filling the Great Hall with the delicious smells of roast beef, gravy, ham, mashed potatoes, pasta, pumpkin juice, and other foods. The piping steam swirling into the air only assisted in the tremendous warmth now overcoming the joyous building, as the students showed amusement and felicitousness in every which way they could: laughing, talking randomly about random things, and hungrily digging into their food.

"So about your mother?" asked Ron. He had just been staring at her.

"Ron," said Hermione reproachfully.

"Fine, gosh---Hey, Harry, what're you gonna do about Quidditch?"

Hermione leered at him, then turned back to Georgie, who was munching on corn. "Don't mind him. He doesn't know anything about being courteous or privacy or anything of that sort."

"I can see that," said Georgie, who was watching Ron steal a piece of chicken from Ginny's plate. "Okay, so my mother's a teacher."

"Obviously."

"Well, she never really wanted to be one. She always wanted to be this muggle thing… I forgot what it was called… Oh yeah, a director!"

"You mean those people who make movies?"

"Movies, yep. She's got a whole bunch of these camera things stored away at our house in Paris."

"You lived in Paris? What about your dad?"

"He…he divorced my mum, said she was too crazy and took my brother and left."

"I'm so sorry."

"Nah, don't be. I was two at the time and my mum was like twenty. Really young, you know. So we moved to Beauxbatons, where she taught Charms."

"Then what happened?"

"I don't know, actually. She told me they fired her and she never wants to go there again. I began learning magic from my aunts and uncle while my mother supported us by working as a muggle model thing. She just loves those flashy camera things. Doesn't really care what those people put her in to flaunt."

"Wow."

"Yes, wow. But she's still my mum and loves me so I love her."

"That's wonderful, Georgie." Hermione was still upset over her losing her parents. They were not killed of course, just brainwashed by her own hand. They were somewhere in Australia, having the time of their lives.

But Hermione wasn't jealous. She knew better than to be jealous. Georgie was going to be her friend.

"Enough about me, what about you?"

"Um er. Me?" Hermione asked, moderately taken by surprise. "Well, I---"

"Granger," a venomous voice rumbled from behind. Hermione turned to see Draco Malfoy towering over her, casting a superior shadow over her and her friends.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" said Harry defensively.

"None of your business, Potter," Draco hissed. "Come on, Granger. McGonagall's wanting us."

"Leave her alone, Malfoy," said Ron.

"And what are you to tell me what to do?" Draco questioned as he and Ron glared at each other hatefully.

"Why I ought to---" started Ron when another shadow was cast. The handsome Blaise Zabini had appeared, already with a look of malice on his face.

"Oh look it's Zabini, the ferret's protégé with a gold-digging whore for a mother," said Harry.

"Excuse me?" Blaise asked, taking a violent step towards Harry.

"Don't even think about it, Zabini," said Hermione, pushing him away.

"Well, the little mud---"

"Enough, Blaise. Hermione, get whoever was so ill-fated to be Auxiliar to you."

"Only if you get away from my friends."

"'Only if you get away from my friends,'" mimicked Draco in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. "Hurry up, Granger."

Hermione shoved Blaise's side as she went past them towards the Ravenclaw table, where Luna Lovegood was busy explaining something to Cho Chang.

"Luna, come on, McGonagal's calling us." Luna immediately got up and said good-bye to Cho.

"So what's this about?" asked Luna as they started towards Blaise and Draco. As soon as they saw them coming they started towards the exit.

"I don't know, McGonagall told Malfoy first again."

"Why does she always do that?"

"I don't know and I don't like it."

They followed Draco and Blaise up a flight of stairs and turned to the entrance of the library. Professor McGonagall was there waiting, tapping her foot and checking her pocket watch. "Right on time, Draco, Hermione. Good job. And Miss Lovegood, will you be Hermione's Auxiliar?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"How nice. Very well then, I will now be taking you to your new home. Follow me." Professor McGonagall turned and led them through the doors of the library, which happened to be closed. Hermione and Draco lit their wands at the same time as they followed Professor McGonagall through the dark walkways of the library, turning and switching through the maze of bookshelves.

"Make sure you keep track of where we're going." This startled Hermione, who's eyes were busy wandering about the stacks, piles, and shelves of various looking books. She stopped in front of a large bookshelf second the left of he northeast corner of the library.

"You can call this the door to the 'Second Restricted Section'" Professor McGonagall said. "Now watch closely." She turned around and pulled out her wand. She pointed it at the book in the middle of the middle shelf. She flicked her wand back, pulling out the book halfway. A loud lurch was heard. The books shifted, the wooden planks separating the shelves sank back, the books slanted flat and, like some complicated puzzle, slid their way to the left, the right, the top, and the bottom sides and disappeared somewhere. They revealed a large shiny brass door with intricate designs surrounding and even more complicated looking lock. Professor McGonagall pointed to the lock. "The password is detego detectum!" At the sound of the password the door slowly swung open.

They all gasped. There was a room almost identical to Gryffindor Common Room. It was a circular room with a strange looking circular fireplace standing in the very center. Fire already crackled inside it. Comfy red armchairs surrounded it; mushy bean chairs were scattered around as well. Mahogany tables stood with flower vases filled with blood red roses on top. The rug was ruby red and part of the wall was lined with more towering bookshelves that almost reached the ceiling. Above the bookshelves were many portraits of battling knights and horses, ferocious beasts such as dragons and griffins, and kings and queens. Golden tassels hung from gold lined table covers and chairs. Medieval style lamps flickered triumphantly in the far darkness, for the room was quite large, maybe even double the size of Gryffindor Common Room. Before them were huge crystal windows. The red and gold curtains flowed gallantly down. Shining swords and suits of armor were displayed in glass cases. The whole room looked so majestic.

"Why is everything so Gryffindor?" asked Draco in disgust.

"Oh you can change things if you want. Our decorator was new and was from Gryffindor, so naturally…"

"I don't want anything to change," said Luna dreamily. "It's so beautiful…did you check for Ghelpers? Jongles? Arachnabovines?"

"What?"

"Nothing, Professor, she said nothing," Hermione said. "Its perfect."

"Well, I don't think so," Draco raised his wand.

"Please don't, Draco," said Professor McGonagall, "at least until after you've seen everything."

Draco stowed away his wand and shoved his hands inside his pockets, giving everything about the room a disapproving look.

"This is your common room," said Professor McGonagall, "oh, but don't worry. You can still always go to your former common rooms and such. You are also allowed to have friends over whenever you like. Now, I'll leave now. I've got to make sure everything's in order at Gryffindor house. I trust you can work everything fine. The portraits are very helpful you know. Ta." She waved an started off, but then turned back. "Beejee?"

Hermione, Draco, Blaise, and Luna all looked at her strangely until a tiny house elf clad in an old pillow case scurried over and bowed in front of Professor McGonagall. "Yes, ma'am?" Beejee squeaked.

"This is your house elf: Beejee," Professor McGonagall told them all. She then switched to Beejee. "Beejee, you have also have a Ravenclaw master."

"Oh yes, ma'am. I'll take cares of its right away." Beejee bowed once to Professor McGonagall, turned, bowed to Draco, Hermione, Luna, and Blaise, and then fled behind a door. It was on the far left of the room and 'Head Girl' was carved into it. On the opposite side of the room was a door identical to it, only with 'Head Boy' carved in. There was a staircase leading to a floor above and one below. Hermione's new home was much bigger than she thought.

"This is just so utterly wonderful, professor. Marvelous, really. Thank you!"

"Don't mention it, Hermione darling," Professor McGonagall said as she left the room.

The door shut closed. Listening to the echo of it ringing through the grand room, Hermione realized how great her year would be. The teachers still loved her. She had this awesome suite with more to explore. There would be a wizards' tournament and even with the scary chances of death and the terrible thought of Harry entering, there was so much she could learn out of it. She had never even heard of Tinderoga Scholarium, Xing Xainara, or Tinderoga Scholarium. She'd never even heard of an established ministry in Mexico, let alone a school.

"'This is just so utterly wonderful, professor!' Draco mimicked.

"'Marvelous, really!'" Blaise added.

"Shut it, Malfoy," Hermione said angrily.

"'Don't mention it, Hermione darling'" said Draco, ignoring her.

"Honestly, Granger. Your look changed but you're still the same. Still the same brainy, kiss-up teacher's pet," said Blaise.

"Told ya so," whispered Draco. Blaise nodded shamefully.

"Ah, cheer up, Blaise!" Draco patted him on the shoulder. "We won't let the incredibly impossible Gryffindor prude or the deranged serial killer spawn interfere with our lives this year. C'mon." He turned to the Head Boy marked door and set off. Blaise followed.

"Oh, I just cannot believe them," Hermione groaned, rubbing her face irritatingly.

"Neither can I. You they've gotten infected by something? Think the Mufflers got him?"

"Um, no." Hermione sighed. "And we've got to do something about Beejee. How cruel!"

"Easy, Hermione. They like serving us, you know. Come on, maybe a tour of the suite'll loosen you up." Luna took her arm and led her through the Head Girl door.

They ended up almost crashing into a blank wooden wall. The space was dark and crammed and on either sides were portraits.

"Goodness!" a surprised and tired old lady's voice said.

Hermione cast a light spell to see an elderly woman with an dirty gardening clothes on and an overgrown rabbit in her arms. "Sorry, ma'am. I'm the new Head Girl, Hermione Granger, and this is my Auxiliar, Luna Lovegood."

"Hermione and Luna. Okay. I'm Henrietta and this fellow here," she was indicating the rabbit, "is Norman."

"Oh please, Henrietta. You named the thing?" said a voice from behind. Luna and Hermione turned to see another lady in the other portrait. She was about the same age as Henrietta but plumper. A huge radish with a huge bite out of it was in her arms.

"What else was I supposed to do, Rosemary? There's nothing more interesting to do anyway."

"Whatever," Rosemary muttered. "I'm Rosemary Higgins, the official keeper of this portrait and whatever is beyond it. Since I am in a good mood and I trust you, I'll let you both be present as whoever is going to live behind me thinks up the password. Hurry, though. I don't stay cheery for long."

"This is your cheery mood?" Hermione asked the bossy woman disbelievingly.

"Yes it is. And will you be living in this room behind me?"

"Uh, well we really don't know who's room is who's."

"Well, Beejee just came and changed all the colors from red and gold to blue and bronze in the room behind me. So whichever one of you is from Ravenclaw probably will be staying there."

"That's me," said Luna. "Um, how about Crumple-Horned Snorkack?"

"Crumple-Horned what?"

"Crumple-Horned Snorkack, its my password."

"Very well," Rosemary sighed. The portrait door swung open. "Come in."

Hermione and Luna climbed into a large room. The carpet was navy blue and the wall was draped with blue and bronze sheets. There was a huge bed with blue and gold pillows and many layers of blankets. The Ravenclaw crest was stitched into pillows and the top blanket. The canopy was also Ravenclaw-themed. A nicely sized writing desk stood amidst many more bookshelves. A solid bronze armoire was next to two huge bronze dressers, each with their own mirrors. Jewelry boxes, make-up boxes, and perfume bottles were on top of the dressers along with gift baskets filled with all sorts of things. Beautiful lamps shone on the bedside tables while a bountiful supply of unlit candles were tied up and crammed into an open and beautiful crate. There were cushions and fancy looking chairs in the room, too. The minute house elf Beejee was standing at a birdstand struggling to carry two cages. A white dove was cooing softly in one cage and a mighty eagle was eyeing the dove in the other.

"P-Professor McGonagall has supplied you with a mail bird. Which one does miss wish?" Beejee raised up the cages as Luna went over to inspect them.

"Doves are lucky, but their droppings attract all sorts of creatures. The eagle represents my house so I choose it." Luna unburdened the elf as she took the eagle. "Thank you very much, Beejee."

"This is such a nice room, Luna," said Hermione, reading the titles on the spines of the many books.

"I have a walk-in closet!" squealed Luna. "Oh and I bet you've got two closets in your room…and a bathroom!--- Hey where does this lead to --- WOW!!!"