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Harry frowned as he wandered up the corridor of the train. So far, he had yet to find his friends and he was getting a bit frustrated. He knew they had a prefects meeting to attend but it had been over for a while now. He looked into a compartment and smiled.

"Hey guys." Harry said, opening the door to the compartment. His friends looked up. "I've been looking everywhere for you. What's up?"

"Hey Harry," Ron replied. "We just got out of the prefects meeting and we were about to come looking for you. Where've you been?"

"Looking for you." Harry narrowed his eyes and frowned at them. "Funny, I was under the impression that the prefects meeting had ended almost an hour ago." Ron and Hermione looked a little guilty and Harry leaned up against the doorway, not entering or sitting down. "Want to try that again?"

"Sorry, Harry, but we just figured you'd missed the train because of your uncle. We didn't know you were on since you didn't come to the Weasleys' nor did you owl us." Hermione replied. Harry quickly processed her words and tensed.

"I didn't send you owls? I didn't come to the Weasleys'?" Harry asked softly. "I'm sorry, Hermione, but your perfect record of being right has been broken…"

Jami sighed as she looked up from her book when she felt Harry's flash of anger and frustration. She didn't know if he had met up with his friends or if he was getting tired of looking, but it was annoying her. She glared at the wall across from her before going back to her book.

A few seconds later, another flash of anger broke her concentration. She growled in annoyance and huffed before going back to reading. Not a minute later a huge flood of anger, frustration and righteous indignation came through the bond. Now Jami quickly put down her book and left the compartment to look for Harry.

There was no way Harry would lose his temper like that unless something had gone really wrong. They had been working on controlling their emotions over the summer and Harry had gotten really good at it. If he was this angry, something bad was going on.

As she neared the front of the train, she heard people yelling and screaming and other people talking amongst themselves. She entered a car and saw a large group of people crowding around a door to one compartment. Jami groaned and carefully pushed her way through the crowd.

Reaching the front, Jami knew there was trouble. Harry's shoulders were extremely tense. Everyone outside the compartment seemed to be egging him on and Jami shook her head before propelling herself forward and into Harry's back. He fell forward and Jami used her magic to close the door and lock it. Then she got up and cast a Silencing Charm on the door.

"Damn it, Jamilene, why in the hell'd you do that?" Harry asked hotly. Jami whirled around and glared at him and his two friends. When Harry saw her expression, he visibly shrank and said softly, "Sorry, Jami. Didn't mean it."

"I don't care if you meant it or not," Jami replied in a clipped voice. "Is your head full of cotton? Or can you just not remember everything I've taught you this summer?"

"I let my temper get away from me. I know better than that, and I will remember to refrain from acting so foolishly in the future." Harry told her in a small voice.

"You better remember it. If you have a problem, talk it out. I don't care who started it, you are the mature one. Act like it." Then she softened and took a deep breath. "Another thing to keep in mind is to close, lock and ward the compartment if you don't want anyone to hear."

"I really am sorry, Jami. I do remember what you taught me, but I got caught up in the heat of the moment. If it happens again, I give you full permission to throw me into the lake in the middle of the winter. I only object to you eating my pie." Jami and Harry cracked a smile.

"I don't even like pie," Jami answered and they both burst out laughing. Jami offered her hand to her charge and helped him up before giving him a hug and ruffling his hair.

"Get the hell out of our compartment!" Ron bellowed after getting over his shock. Harry stopped laughing, and stared at Ron in disbelief. Jami slowly turned around and glared at the red-haired hothead.

"No, Ronald. You should know better than to fight like a common street rat as well. Now, I suggest you close your mouth and sit still until I am finished with my conversation. Then, and only then, may you speak civilly to Harry or myself. Do I make myself clear?" Ron sat back and nodded.

"Ron, I give you fair warning: Never make her angry. She is more scary than Moldyshorts when angered. Think of a rampaging hippogriff or a dragon or something like that. Cornish Pixies work too." Harry told his friend seriously. Then he turned to Jami. "So whatcha wanna talk to me about?"

"Why were you so angry?"

"Well, I came in and asked them where they'd been since I'd been looking everywhere for them, which you already know. Anyways, they said that they'd just gotten out of the prefects meeting, which was totally incorrect since it got out now over an hour ago. They then said that they thought I had missed the train cause of the elephant. They didn't know anything since I had never Owled nor did I go to the Weasleys'."

"That's all?" Jami gave him an exasperated look.

"Well, yeah…" Harry muttered uncomfortably. Jami reached up and smacked the back of his head.

"Harry! That was so trivial! Yeah, I get that it wasn't your fault but you didn't have to turn it into some huge argument about it. Good God you're dense." Harry rubbed the back of his head.

"I said I was sorry, Jami! You didn't have to hit me over the back of the head!"

"Yes I did. It's my job to do that. Now as for you two, Harry sent a total of fifty-two letters to you. That's twenty-six each. You were the ones that didn't reply, and don't tell me you never got them, because if you hadn't, they would have come back unopened. As it was, they never came back, meaning it was your fault for not answering, not his fault for not writing."

"But he still didn't come to the Weasleys'." Hermione said.

"You weren't at the Weasleys' you were at Grimmauld Place." Harry replied. The two looked shocked that he knew. "Oh, I knew. It's my house, didn't you know that? Sirius left everything except for a few thousand Galleons to me. Those Galleons went to Remus. As it is now my house, I know what goes on in it and I know who breaches the wards."

"Either way, you didn't come visit."

"He didn't get an invitation. Of course, it's not like he needs to, since it is his house. But all the stuff you are accusing him of ultimately rests on your shoulders. It was your choice not to extend an invitation to him and it was your choice not to answer his owls. If Harry hadn't been annoying me so much, I would have just let him pummel you to death. It's not like you don't deserve it." Jami told them.

"How do you know all this?" Hermione asked hotly, glaring angrily at her.

"She lived with me this summer. Her mother got fed up with her and her father is unavailable except for life-threatening circumstances. She spent the summer with me and is going to attend Hogwarts this year to give her mum a break."

"Who is she?"

"I am everything and nothing. I am your best dream or your worst nightmare. I can be your greatest ally or your worst enemy. I am fire and ice and everything you wish you were but you dread to become." Jami replied mysteriously. Harry started cracking up and just laughed harder when Jami gave him an annoyed look. "Harry!" She whined. "You ruined my mojo!"

"I'm sorry, Jay Bird, but it was bloody hilarious!" He started laughing again and Jami huffed and threw herself onto the seat, pouting. After a few minutes of laughing, he calmed down. "In answer to your question, Hermione, her name is Jami Dawson. I'm the only one who's allowed to call her anything else."

"I thought you called her Jamilene earlier."

"That is an example of one of the things only he can call me. It's my full name, but I hate it. It's much to formal for me. Anyways, Harry, I'm going back to our compartment. Join me if you want, but I'll either be sleeping or reading."

"Okay, Jami. I think I'm gonna stay here for a bit before coming back, okay?"

"Fine with me, Harry Bear." Jami left the compartment.

"Harry, why was she living with you this summer?" Ron inquired.

"I told you, her mum was fed up with her and her dad can only help her out in life-threatening circumstances."

"Yeah, but why you?"

"Cause her mum sent her to my aunt and uncle's and when they figured out she had magic, they immediately started locking her up with me. Geez, Ron, I dunno what's your problem. She's been living with me all summer and we're friends. Why does it matter why it was the Dursleys' her mum chose?"

"Dumbledore won't be happy. The wards should have kept her out or something." Hermione said. Harry pushed down the flash of anger he felt and focused on his breathing and ordered his thoughts a bit.

"Screw Dumbledore then." Harry said after a few minutes of silence. "He has no say in who is allowed or not allowed at the Dursleys'. Jami is my friend and she will never intentionally hurt me. In fact, she was the one that made sure I didn't become suicidal. I almost was when she arrived. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go back to our compartment and change into my robes." Then he too, left the compartment, leaving a stunned Ron and Hermione behind him.

Jami sighed as she stepped off the train and looked around at the Hogsmeade Station. Harry nudged her from behind and she moved away from the entrance and smiled at her charge as he fell into step beside her. They stopped when they came to the fork in the road, one leading to the boat docks and another leading to the carriages.

"You're positive it's gonna be green?" Harry asked, slightly in code. Jami sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. Sorry. You already know why." It was Harry's turn to sigh and nod.

"Just try not to get hurt."

"I can try, but only as long as you promise the same. Besides, we'll see."

"I know. You better go. They're leaving soon."

"I know. See you at the feast. Try not to do anything red."

"'Kay." Jami gave him a brief hug, ignoring Harry's initial flinch before he relaxed slightly. Then she turned and walked down the other path to the boats. Hagrid was just giving out directions and she hopped into a boat with some other kids.

As Hagrid called out a warning, their boat rounded the curve, pulling up alongside other ones. Jami gasped quietly with everyone else, but got over her shock quickly.

"Jamilene?" Someone asked. Jami frowned and looked over at the boat on her right.

"Oh. It's you." Jami said blandly, knowing it would get a rise out of the only other Halfling she knew.

"`Oh. It's you`? Is that all you have to say? No, 'Hi, Cain, good to see you again. How's life been going for you?' Nothing?"

"Nope." Jami replied, popping the 'P'. "At least not when you call me Jamilene. You know I hate people calling me that."

"Fine, Jami. Happy now?"

"Overjoyed." Jami replied dryly before smiling at her friend. "So, how's life?"

"Ugh." Cain replied. Jami raised an eyebrow, oblivious to the looks the first years were giving them.

"Really now? Is it that bad?"

"Not in the way you think. It's just not the best, you know?"

"Don't I ever." Jami sighed, easily slipping into the speech of an angel or Halfling.

"Yours?"

"I swear, if one more thing had gone wrong, I would not have been responsible for my actions. It's painful." Cain paled, knowing that everything he needed to know was in that simple sentence.

"Oh, my. Was it really awful?"

"Sera. Feles ianua. Pauci et longinquus inter farinas. Plangere." Jami said briefly, trying to get her point across. She knew the others were listening in and so resorted to her father's language of Latin. Cain, understanding the language naturally, paled even more.

"They really…?" He trailed off as Jami nodded grimly. The boats bumped into the dock and the two jumped out. "Oh, Jami, I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm complaining."

"Don't worry about it, Cain. I found one of my indoles. It helped."

"Really? What is it?"

"Guess, smart one." Jami rolled her eyes, making Cain laugh.

"I already did but I needed confirmation."

"Then yes, it's that."

"Your Da will be proud."

"I know. You found any yet?"

"Let's talk later, the Deputy Head's gonna be talking soon and then we'll be Sorted."

"We won't have time after the Sorting to talk." Jami told him, leaning up against a pillar.

"So get up early tomorrow so we can meet at breakfast to do so."

"What time?"

"Meet at sextus?"

"Meaning up at quintus."

"I suppose so, yes. That good?" Cain replied. Jami nodded and watched as McGonagall made her way over to them.

"You two will be Sorted last as you are transfers. Wait until Professor Dumbledore calls you in."

"Yes, ma'am." The two answered her in unison. She gave them a sharp look and then turned and re-entered the Great Hall.

"So what subject do you think you'll be good at?" Cain inquired after the first years entered the hall.

"Potions, most likely. I'll also be asking Madam Pomfrey if she can teach me a bit about Healing. Obviously, I could ask Da, but he can't teach Wizard healing, so…yeah." Jami told him. "Yourself?"

"Defense, most likely." Before he could say more, Dumbledore called them in. As they entered, people chattered about who they were and where they were from.

"Jamilene Dawson." McGonagall called. Harry burst into laughter at the Gryffindor table and everyone turned to look at him. Cain and Jami chuckled a bit themselves.

"Oh, shut it, Potter!" Jami called to him.

"Never! I shall never be silenced! Do you hear me? Never, I tell you, never!" He shouted.

"I'll eat your pie!" She threatened.

"You don't even like pie!"

"Then I'll let Cain here eat it! He, for one, loves it!"

"I'll shut up now!" Harry replied as soon as the last word left the girl's mouth. She smirked while Cain sat there laughing.

"By the way, I would prefer to be called Jami, not Jamilene." Jami told the Great Hall in general before walking up to the stool and plopping the Hat onto her head. Not much later, it called out, "Slytherin!"

And as the school applauded, Jami yelled, "I told you so!"

It's a lot longer! Aren't you all so proud of me? And I'm sorry for the long wait. I had the first part in my file but the second was in a notebook that conveniently disappeared. It took me a while to remember what I wrote. Funny thing is, I found the stupid notebook just after I finished typing this up. I was going to retype the whole thing, but I'm too lazy. Besides, this one is a lot better than the one in the notebook.

Alright, now for a few translations. 'Sextus' is six, 'quintus' is five, 'indoles' is talents and the huge sentence 'Sera. Feles ianua. Pauci et longinquus inter farinas. Plangere.' means 'Locks. Cat door. Few and far between meals.' 'Plangere' is a little harder to define. The basic definition is 'beat' but the actual definition is closer to 'the body in grief'. Hopefully you didn't get too confused by that!

Warning: Rant Ahead

Okay, so I get you want to read other stuff or you may not like this story that much. But it really would be nice to hear from you once in a while. If I don't get reviews, I don't know if people like it and I'm unsure whether or not to continue it. Admittedly, I'd most likely continue writing it because I enjoy writing it, but still. I really like to hear what you think. Even if it's as short as 'Good. Continue.' At least I know you, as my audience, are enjoying my wild imagination run away with J.K. Rowling's characters.

Rant over. Thanks for reading it, if you did. Review, please!

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