Hi there! Thank you for everyone who reviewed! I like getting the Favorite Alerts too, but when it's not the Review AND favorite, that kinda dissapoints me. I know it's short, but next chapter you'll get to see the chemistry of Fred and Peyton start to, Blossom. Take in note, that half this dialauge belongs to Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I just put it through her point of view.

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Chapter 2

Hogwarts was incredible. It felt so enchanting. I was seeing ghosts, moving pictures, everything I could've imagined. Surprisingly, when I looked through my luggage, there was a fresh Hogwarts robe. I don't know how on earth I got this robe, but I just decided to forget it, and put the robe on.

I had no clue how I was going to be sorted. I took various amounts of quizzes online, and most of them said Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. I hope its Gryffindor, though. Though, Professor McGonagall walked up to me and told me, "You'll be sorted like any other first year. When Dumbledore calls your name, you will come up from sitting with who you would like to sit with, and we shall place the hat on you." I nodded, and then decided to sit by some what looked like Gryffindor fifth years.

McGonagall then took Hermione and Harry off to Madame Pomfrey's about the dementor. This year, the sorting was done by Professor Flitwick. It was considerably funny, seeing as he had to be on a 2-foot tall stool in order to call the first years and them able to hear it. When the last first year was sorted, it was expected that Professor would scamper off the stool, but didn't. Professor Dumbledore stood up, and made a quick announcement. "This year, we have a new student from Canada, her name is Peyton Miller. She will be in fifth year, and a bright one, at that," Dumbledore said, giving a warm smile at me. Blue piercing eyes like his would be expected to be mean, but his eyes were very courteous and friendly.

I started off in the middle of the Great Hall towards the Sorting Hat. When reaching the hat, I awkwardly turned around to hundreds of anxious faces staring back at me.

Whoa.

I put on the hat, and a voice suddenly came bursting into my head. Hmm, the hat said. Plenty of courage, willing to stand up for yourself, and loyalty is proven throught your years. You seemed to be a bit confused. No worries, though. I know just where to put you. I braced myself. I really hoped it wasn't Sly-

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat boomed across the hall. The Gryffindor table jumped in pleasure, all waiting to greet me, in shaking hands. Names started to jump out at me all at once, like those pixies that Lockhart once let loose.

"Seamus Finnegan"

"Lavendar Brown"

"Oliver Wood"

"Dean Thomas"

"Lee Jordan"

"George Weasley"

There a lot of names I recognized, some names just seemed to pop in mid-air like J.K Rowling just created them and decided to add them to the story.

"Angelina Johnson"

"Katie Bell"

"Samantha Clarke"

Other tables mean while, seemed to be chatting, until Dumbledore did the least most expected thing. Especially if you saw him on the streets. He seemed to be, about, what, 150? "Quiet!"

When I looked back at the front of the hall, the sorting hat and table was gone, and Dumbledore was stood up, with a great bold owl singling he would like to talk. "Welcome!" he said, candlelight shining brightly against his face. His long beard was almost touching the ground, and it suited him. Remembering the Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, it seemed impossible that he was ever as young and naïve as I am now. Especially with someone such as Gellert Grinewald. "For the Greater Good," Pfft.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it is best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast…"

Dumbledore stopped short, cleared his throat then continued. "As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the Dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business."

He paused in a dramatic effect, and then continued. Was it just me, or was Harry really the only one who showed emotion? Probably only because no one else's emotion was written. I would have to take that into account…

"They are stationed at every entrance on the grounds," Dumbledore continued, "and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be tricked by fools or disguises, or even Invisibility cloaks," he added blandly, I smirked at myself while Ron and Harry looked at each other. "It is not in the nature in a Dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the Prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure no students runs foul of the Dementors.

Everyone started to glance at Percy, who stuffed out his chest impressively and importantly. I raised an eyebrow, something I would always do when my best friend made a dumb remark. Fred or George, I didn't know which one whispered, "Oh, it get's worse. Trust me, after living with him so long." I burst out laughing, to what my mom calls, 'The Hyena Laugh'.

"On a happier note," Dumbledore spoke again, I still breathing heavily, "I am pleased to welcome Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

There was some scattered, rather unenthusiastic, applause. Only those who have been in the compartment on the train with him clapped hard, especially me. Now, I do say so myself, I am a huge Lupin fan. He looked rather shabby compared to all of the other teachers sitting at the grand table.

My eyes switched to Snape, and I felt sudden remorse for him. Poor guy, always having to help Harry out of his own will. He, Dumbledore, and I were the only ones in the hall who knew why he was even there. I bet it must be torture to have to teach potions, especially because a certain red-haired, green eyed girl was top class in it.

"As to our second new appointment," Dumbledore continued, as the lukewarm applause for Lupin died away, "well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of the year, in order to enjoy spending time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to announce that his place will be taken none other than our own Rubeus Hagrid who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties."

I joined in with the enthusiastic Gryffindor table's applause. Harry even jumped to his feet. The Slytherins did too, and started to boo. Oh well, you could barely hear them over the Gryffindors.

"Well, I think that's everything of importance. Let the feast, begin!" Dumbledore exclaimed. Suddenly, the golden plates filled up of food made exclusively by the house elves from the kitchen.

When I took the first bite, warmth just filled my mouth. "Man, those house elves can cook!" I exclaimed. Sure, my mother was good, but these guys could win Iron Chef if they wanted to!

Hermione looked across the table at me with a look of horror. "House elves made this? I can't eat this!" She dropped her ham, and crossed her arms.

I did a face palm. I think I started SPEW a year early.

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