It's finally done! With much prodding from kc256, (Thanks!) I have finished ze second chapter. Forgive spelling/grammar errors, none of this has a beta and most of it was done at ungodly hours. Speaking of gods, should I thank Apollo or Hermes for finally finishing this chapter... Not sure. Thanks to them and kc256, I am done! I may take a little time to start the next chapter, but I shall. Rest assured, it shall be on here!

Just warning you now, I may start switching between Third and First person if it's a scene that should have more then Hail's POV.

I stood by the arch to platform 9 3/4, eyes on the gleaming Hogwarts express, with a tight grip on my broom. I jumped as a ginger haired boy raced past.

"Hey Percy!" I said.

"Hello, Haley," He said, heading for the train.

"You don't have to be so proper," I called, but just then one of the twins burst through. "Hello, Fred," I decided, then, "Hello George," As the next twin came through.

"How do you know these things?" They said together.

"I am the great and powerful daughter of Albus Dumbledore, that's how," I said, falling into the old joke easily.

"Yes, wise one. Well, see you, don't want to be run into by our first year brother."

"See you!" Then Harry came through. He looked behind him, and spotted me.

"Got here alright then?"

"Yeah," He said, as I walked forward to follow him. We walked until we found an empty compartment. I quickly set my broom on the seat and then put his owl inside. I began to help him heave up the trunk, but for a fourteen-year-old girl, I wasn't as strong as I could be. We both dropped it painfully on our feet just as George came back through.

"Want a hand?"

"Yes, please," We panted.

"Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!" He called. We finally managed to set the trunk down in the corner.

"Boy, am I glad I get to leave my stuff at the castle all year long," I commented, "Thanks guys," I saw Harry push his hair out of his eyes, and realized just how prominent his scar was.

"What's that?" Fred pointed at Harry's scar. I smoothed my hair down.
"Blimey. Are you -?"
"He is. Aren't you?" He added to Harry.
"Give him a break, guys," I groaned, but Harry asked,

"What?"

"Harry Potter," Fred, George, and I chorused.

"Oh, him," said Harry, "I mean, yes, I am."

"No need to stare," I immediately told the twins off, as they had started gawking, and Harry began turning red.

"Fred? George? Are you there?"

"Coming, Mum," Fred and George exited the compartment, and I trailed close behind.

**3rd person**

Harry watched Hal disappear with the twins, coming to a stop with the rest of the family. For no apparent reason, he felt depressed. Hal fitted in perfectly, with her ginger hair and attitude toward the rest of the family. Their mother took a handkerchief out of her pocket, and said,

"Ron, you've got something on your nose," before grabbing the boy's arm and rubbing his nose.

"Mum - geroff," He wiggled away.

"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?"

"Lay off 'im. I'm getting back on the train, Mrs. Weasley," Haley said, giving her a hug.

"Well, I trust you'll be careful," She said.

"I will," Hal laughed, "I always am."

**HalPOV**

I climbed back into the train. I smiled at Harry and sat next to him, letting him go about his eavesdropping business. My new owl, Gred, had loyally followed me here. His name wasn't the best sounding, but I will admit, to myself at least, that I have a crush on the Weasley twins. Still not sure which one I like more. Which is why, when I heard one of the twins again, I listened. It was just playful family banter about Percy the Prefect. I smiled and listened to the rest of the family's goodbyes. When I heard Ginny I stuck my head out the window.

"Sorry, forgot to say a proper goodbye. See you. Especially you, Ginny, and please remember that he doesn't like being stared at. He's a person, not an animal in a zoo. I mean, how would you like being stared at by everyone you meet? Anyway, I promise to see you all this summer. G'bye!"

"She's right, we should hurry," Mrs. Weasley gasped, and they continued talking. I laughed at the Hogwarts toilet seat joke. After that, as the train began to move, I sat back, closing my eyes. They were startled open as the compartment door opened.

"Anyone sitting there?" He pointed, "Everywhere else is full," Harry and I simultaneously shook our heads, and he sat down.

"Hey, Ron," The twins said and I immediately was paying attention, "Listen, we're going down to the middle of the train - Lee Jordan's got a massive tarantula down there."

"Right," Ron mumbled, and I smiled. They had told me about his fear of spiders.

"Harry, did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then."

"Bye," Harry and Ron replied. The twins slid the door shut behind them.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted.

Harry nodded.

"Oh - well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes," said Ron, "And have you really got - you know..." Ron trailed off, pointing at Harry's forehead.

Harry pulled back his bangs to show his lightning scar. Ron stared, failing to notice me, once again pushing my hair down over my forehead.

"So that's where You-Know-Who -?"

"Yes, said Harry, "but I can't remember it."

"Nothing?" said Ron eagerly. I was too nervous I would let something slip. Harry didn't know and really didn't need to. Besides, Dad told me not to tell him.

"I'm going to go check out that tarantula. Send Harry if you need me," I said, calmly getting up and going out of the compartment. I stayed just long enough to hear Ron's next line - "She chose an odd time to leave," - before running down the compartment. After running through a few, I bumped into the witch with the cart.

"Haley. Haley, dear, are you okay?"

"Um. Yeah. Just... someone mentioned a touchy subject back in the compartment I was in," I drew a shuddering breath, and said,

"Tell you what, why don't I walk with you 'till we get there? Then I'll go back in," I suggested. She smiled and nodded. I smiled back. She really was a kind woman. We arrived back at our compartment in a little while.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" At this question, my stomach growled. I quickly bought a few things and slipped back into the compartment. Harry slipped by me as well, coming back into the compartment with an armful, tipping it onto an empty seat.

"Whoa, boy. Enough sugar, much?" I asked skeptically.

"She's right. How hungry are you, mate?"

"Starving," I was afraid he could mean that literally, the size of him. Me, I was average height, and skinny, must be genetics, with all that Hogwarts food I eat, but he was way skinnier, and short. His glasses, I noticed now, where taped on the bridge of the nose. I kept my mouth firmly shut, even though I was beginning to dislike the Dursleys. Intensely.

"She always forgets I don't like corned beef," Ron's voice brought me back to Earth. I looked at the sandwiches he'd pulled out, and then wrinkled my nose and nodded.

"C'mon, swap you for one of these," Harry said, waving a pasty temptingly at him.

"And this," I said, adding a Bertie Bot's package to the mix.

"You don't want this, it's all dry," He almost whined, eying the sweets, "She hasn't got much time, you know, with five of us," He added quickly.

"What are you worried about, Ron? We know she doesn't have much time. I've seen you guys; you get here just before the train leaves, Don't worry; relax; have a pasty," I emphasized the last three words. It pushed Ron just enough. He accepted the sweets and we contentedly ate our way through the snacks.

"So, Hail, who exactly are you?" Harry asked.

"I'm the Headmaster's daughter. I've lived at Hogwarts since I was four, when I lost my parents, so I know a lot of magic. And a lot of the kids in older years," I added thoughtfully.

"You lost your parents?" Ron and Harry asked together.

"Yeah. And the hard part; I can remember them. That night, my life flashed before my eyes, and I saw every detail," My eyes glazed over as I thought about it, "And I remeber stuff really well ever since," I shivered and came out of my trance.

"Consider yourselves my close friends now; I've only ever told Dad about that," At their confused look, I added, "I call the Headmaster 'Dad'."

"Oh. Well, anyway, what are these?" He held up a Chocolate Frog, "They're not really frogs, are they?"

"No. It's just chocolate. Open it, I wanna see the card."

"Oy! I want it! If it's Agrippa."

"Alright. Got a couple of 'er."

"Card?" Harry interrupted cautiously.

"Oh, right, you wouldn't know," Ron and I chimed together. Ron continued, "Chocolate Frogs have cards inside them, you know, to collect - famous witches and wizards. I've got about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa, or Ptolemy."

Harry opened his card, and I looked over his shoulder to see a familiar face beaming up at us.

"So this is Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed, and I looked at him, for whatever strange reason, responding to my surname.

"Huh?"

"What?" asked Harry.

"Oh. Right, sorry. Someone says Dad's surname, I assume they mean me. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Harry said, "But, if he's not really your Dad, don't you have a different surname?"

"I do. I choose not to use it. I might even tell you guys what it is someday, but for now, that name is between me, Dad, and a few other professors. I've gone by Haley Dumbledore my whole life, anyway," After that, I just sat there, and unfortunately, turned to thinking about that Halloween 10 years ago. The two must have stared at me a few moments, because their voices snapped me out of my trance most of the way through that horrible memory.

"He's gone!" Harry exclaimed.

"Huh?" I said quietly, a little dazed.

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day," Ron answered Harry, used to my spaciness, "He'll be back. No, I've got Morgana again and I've got about six of her... do you want it? You can start collecting."

"Help yourself," Harry said, noticing Ron staring at the other Frogs, "But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos."

"Do they?" Ron asked, "What, they don't move at all?" I shook my head, but whether to answer him or shake the idea out of my head, I wasn't sure. "Weird!" Ron finished. At that, I nodded. After that, I kept going through the Chocolate Frogs, handing Harry some of the ones I knew I had duplicates of. I watched his face, wearing a small smile, until he went to grab a box of Bertie Bot's.

"You really want to be careful with those," I warned quickly, "When they say 'every flavor', they mean every flavor. You know, all those ones that Muggles have, but then they've got ones like spinach, liver, and tripe. I was hanging around with George once, and he swore up and down he'd had a booger-flavored one once. Glad I'm not him," I added, picking up a bean carefully. I nibbled cautiously on it, then screwed up my face.

"Ergh. Bacon tastes disgusting this way. Don't get me wrong, I love bacon, but not in a jelly bean," I threw it into an empty wrapper. Seriously, my Dad got those ones by Jelly Belly... Bacon was disgusting.

After a little while, there was a knock on the compartment door and a round-faced boy peaked in. At the look on his face, I immediately asked,

"Are you okay?" He nodded.

"Yes... have any of you seen a toad at all?" We all shook our heads. The boy started wailing.

"I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"

"Well, that proves he'll come back doesn't it?" I asked.

"He'll turn up," Harry added comfortingly.

"Yes," The boy said, obviously not convinced, and still miserable, "Well, if you see him..." The boy left.

"Don't know why he's so bothered -" Ron started.

"Ronald!" I scolded. He looked scared at the use of his drawn-out name and Harry stared at me, "You have no idea what kind of circumstances he got his pet under. That's rude!"

"Sorry," He said nervously, "I was just saying, if I had a toad, I'd lose it as quick as I could -"

"Even if that was your only pet?" I asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Of course!" I looked him in the eye and raised the other eyebrow.

"Well... prob'ly not. I was about to say, though, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk."

Suddenly something about the rat struck me as not right. I ignored it, as the rat was calmly sleeping on Ron's lap. Ron noticed this as well, then said disgustedly,

"He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference. I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look..." And he began rummaging in his trunk finally pulling out a very, very battered wand. I let out a long, low whistle.

"Please tell me it was like that when you got it," I said. I was a little shocked to see a wand in this kind of shape.

"Of, course," He said, inspecting it, "Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway -" He raised his wand, but the compartment door slid open again.

"Oh, hello again," I greeted the toadless boy.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," The girl with him said.

"No, sorry, he's been through here already. If I wasn't afraid of his toad getting hurt, I'd use a Summoning Charm."

"Oh! You would? What is it called?"

"Accio," Suddenly there was a throat-clearing noise behind me. "Oh, sorry, Ron," I looked back at him as I spoke. This drew the girl's attention.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then," Ron looked taken aback as she sat.

"Er - all right," He cleared his throat, "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow," He waved his wand, but Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.

"Joke spell," I immediately said.

"George gave it to me..." Ron muttered.

"Well, I've practiced a few simple spells, and they've all worked. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard - I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"

"Well, well, Hermione, I'm very impressed. Haley Dumbledore. And you won't need to work that hard... although that memorization may come in useful. Particularly against Professor Snape."

"I'm Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter," He finished.

"Are you really?" asked Hermione, "I know all about you, and you, Haley. I got a few extra books for background reading. and you're both in Moder Magical History, or, well, you're mentioned, Haley; and Harry, you're in The Rise and Fall of The Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."
"Am I?" Harry sounded dazed.
"Give him a break, Hermione, he only found out he was famous a week or two ago. And he only bought what was on the list. Of course, we wanted to buy this books of jinxes and stuff, but Hagrid didn't let us," I muttered, pouting.
"Oh. Well, anyway, do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I'm hoping to be in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it. I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad, on the other hand," Neville was looking impatient. I nudged Hermione and she looked back at him. "Oh. I suppose we'd better go and keep looking for Neville's toad. You three may want to change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon."
I glanced out the window.
"Yeah, you're right. See you around, Hermione," I said as she left. I gabbed my robes, which had been wrapped around my broom's tail, and found an empty compartment to change. I came back to overhear Ron telling Harry about the Gringotts break-in.

"...Someone tried to rob a high-security vault," I came back.

"Dad thinks it's Voldemort," Ron shuddered at the name, and Harry looked curious, "Don't worry, Harry. You're bound to see an article sometime, and you'll get what I mean."

"Well, uh, what happened to the one who broke in?"

"Nothing," Ron and I said in sync, "that's why it's such big news," Ron finished, staring at me, "My Dad says it must've been a really powerful Dark Wizard; to get around Gringotts without getting caught. What's odd is they didn't take anything, and 'course everyone's scared when something like this happens because they feel like You-Know-Who's behind it."

"And who says he isn't?" I replied darkly. Ron ignored me and changed the subject.

"What's your Quidditch team?" It was directed at Harry, but I answered anyway.

"I must admit, I like the house teams best, but if I had to pick a professional team...Hollyhead Harpies."

"Figures," Ron scoffed, "You?" He asked Harry. He started to answer, but interrupted.

"I don't think he knows any," As Harry nodded.

"What! Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world -"

"Seconded!" I interrupted, before launching into an explanation again; this time, neither Ron nor I minded being in sync. We were both annoyed when the compartment door slid open again. Unfortunately, it was the boy from Madam Malkins. Oh no, I thought, grinning, He has cronies. The idea was laughable.

"Is it true? They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes."

"Bet you're sorry you put him down in Diagon Alley, now aren't you?"

"Back off, Hal," He spat the nickname out.

"Yeah, yeah. My Dad'll hear about it if you're rude to me. And yes, if I act poorly towards you, your Dad will hear of it. But, uh, before I ruin the mood," I joked, "What did you come to say, Malfoy?"

"Came to introduce myself to Harry. I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy," I heard something in the 'cough-laugh' family. Maybe a snigger. Either way, bad idea.

"Think my name's funny do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles and more children then-"

"YOUR FATHER'S AN ARROGANT PEACOCK!" I roared, cutting him off. I wasn't going to embarrass Ron by letting that sentence be finished.

"Oh, really? Your's is a blind old bat."

"Oh, he's not blind, you know."

"And you're not denying the rest?"

"Oh, I have a feeling he wouldn't mind. And there's also the fact that a bully's face makes me want to laugh when I say that type of thing," He turned to Harry, seething.

"You'll soon find that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," I snorted as he stuck out his hand. He ignored it, though his fingers curled a little. Harry replied coldly,

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," Behind Malfoy's back, I put two thumbs up, grinning, but when Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles, I opened my hand, prepared to remind them I was a girl. Even as dumb as they looked, they seemed to realize this.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," Malfoy began slowly, "Unless you're a bit politer, you'll go the same way as your parents," I jumped up, literally hissing. He ignored me. "They didn't know what was good for them either," Even Crabbe and Goyle cowered as he insulted my parents. "You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."

Oh, that is it. I grabbed the collar of his robes and slammed him into the compartment walls.

"Riffraff?" My eyes were hazel fire as I whispered. "Lily and James Potter didn't know what was good for them? Do you want to rethink that speech, young man?" His eyes were wide, and fear covered his face, "Because I don't like it when people say these things about my friends. To my friends. And you see, I have a bit of a temper. That's what comes with nine years of bullying and hearing the same bloody thing about 50 times a year. From the same few people. Now say that again," I dared as I dropped him. He scrambled up and away, his cronies following him. (I love Peter's awesome moment... one of his few redeeming actions was biting Goyle. But Haley's temper is scary. It may not sound scary, but imagine watching someone get angrier by the second, just waiting for the right excuse to attack, blinded-by-their-anger type of mad... I don't think I'm doing her justice. But she was scary. Trust me.)

"Well, I do believe he learned his lesson," I said, cheerfully turning back to the boys, "Sorry if you think this is the scariest part, but you've done nothing to make me mad, so I'm being nice to you. Most side-liners do tell me my attitude afterward is the scariest part. But I only go that far out if they really get on my nerves."

"I see that," Ron gulped.

"How 'bout I just leave for a while? I don't need to turn you first years off of making friends."

"No, no stay. You're honestly scary," said Ron, "but you can keep Slytherins out!" She grinned.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Oh. Uh... I have a temper. Someone set it off. Didn't like him when I saw him at Madam Malkin's either."

"Madam Malkin's?" Haley gave Ron a quick summary, before turning back to Hermione.

"They still don't have their robes on?"

"No. I'll tell them to. Anything else?"

"Were you fighting?"

"Just me, if I'm honest. And that was mostly in a 'be-very-scary-and-don't-actually-hurt-him' way."

"You'll be in trouble before we even get there."

"Unfortunately, the teachers don't mind. They care, they've just learnt not to mind. They've witnessed that type of thing before, and they confided to me they felt like that themselves. They just have a bit better hold on their tempers is all."

She looked at me, incredulous.

"Well, I'll see you. And by the way, Ron's got dirt on his nose," I followed her out of the compartment, giving a firm command of "Change," Before turning around. When the announcement came on, I knocked and got my broom, then headed for a door. I got out when it stopped. I mounted my broom and said hello to Hagrid, before following/leading the first years from in the air. I got to the doors shorty after the carriages began to. I looked at the Thestrals, and went to go pat one. They were comforting and familiar, but the thought that I could see them was depressing in and of itself. Hagrid shortly came into view, and I stood with the group as Hagrid knocked.