Sorry, I've made a few mistakes. I completely forgot that Ron is a prefect and you will find out Katrina's secret in the next chapter so stay tuned for that.

Chapter 2-Sorting Ceremony

They followed Professor McGonagall into the Great Hall. Wow, this is amazing! Katrina thought, excitedly. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky. Patina read about it in Hogwarts; A history. There were four long tables, Katrina supposed it was a table for each house. Katrina wondered what house she'd be sorted into. Hopefully Gryffindor.

"When I call your name, come up and sit on the stool. I will place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses. First to be sorted is a fifth year transfer student from Beauxbatons, Miss Katrina Myers."

When Katrina walked up and sat on a stool, the hat was placed on her head. "Hmmm, another Myers but you're different from your sister. Brave, courageous and witty. You'd fit well in Ravenclaw but that's not the house for you. Better be GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat bellowed and they Gryffindor table clapped and cheered.

Katrina sat down next to two red-headed boys, both identical. "I'm Gred and this is Forge!"

Katrina laughed. "Oh, stop it. Their names are Fred and George." said Hermione. After the sorting ceremony had ended. Dumbledore stood.

"Good evening, children. Now, we have two changes in staffing this year. We're pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank who'll be taking Care of Magical Creatures while Professor Hagrid is on temporary leave."

"Who's Hagrid?" Katrina asked Harry.

"He's the game-keeper but in third year he started teaching Care of Magical Creatures."

"We also wish to welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Dolores Umbridge. And I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing the professor good luck. Now, as usual, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you..."

"Ahem," Umbridge stood from her seat and walked in front of Dumbledore.

"She was at my hearing. She works for Fudge." Harry whispered to Hermione and she looked rather concerned.

"Thank you, headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. And how lovely to see all your bright happy faces smiling up at me. I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends."

"That's likely." Fred and George both said.

"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. Although each headmaster has brought something new to this historic school..." Umbridge looked at Dumbledore then turned back to face the rest of the Great Hall. "...progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve what must be preserved perfect what can be perfected and prune practices that ought to be prohibited." Then she did a small high-pitched laugh before sitting back down. Only a few people clapped.

"Thank you, Professor Umbridge. That really was most illuminating."

"Illuminating? What a load of waffle." said Ron to Hermione, Harry, Patina and Katrina.

"What's it mean?" Katrina asked quietly.

"It means the Ministry's interfering at Hogwarts," said Hermione, still looking concerned.

Draco's POV

I watched Katrina Myers get sorted into Gryffindor aka Gryffindorks. She was very pretty, those brown eyes...stop it Draco! She's in Gryffindor with all the Blood-traitors!

Pansy kept giving her dirty looks. "She's the girl who upset me."

Blaise nudged her hard. "Shut up, Pansy. But, I must say she's good-looking."

"Yeah, very," I whispered.

"What did you say?" asked Pansy while she clung onto my arm.

"Nothing." I muttered.

Katrina's POV

Malfoy keeps staring at me. Why? Ron made it very clear to stay away from him because he's a huge git. Those grey eyes, like storming clouds...what the hell am I thinking? He's a Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor. Hermione kept talking about what the lessons are like and the teachers. Let me see if I can remember some of them; McGonagall teaches Transfiguration, Snape teaches Potions, Flitwick teaches Charms, Umbridge teaches Defence Against the Dark Arts but I can't remember the other.

After the feast, Hermione showed my the Gryffindor common room and I share a dorm with her, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown and one other girl.

The next morning McGonagall gave us our timetables, I looked over at Hermione's. "We've pretty much got all our classes together."

"First it's Defence Against the Dark Arts with Umbridge."

"You mean Umbitch," muttered Ron. I laughed.

Hermione, Ron, Harry and I walked to DADA to find everyone else in the room except Umbitch-I mean Umbridge. I sat myself next to Hermione. "Where's Umbitch?" I asked.

"Hopefully she's got lost," said Ron who sat on the table next to me and Hermione.

"Good morning, children." I turned round to find Umbitch stood at the back of the room. "Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations.

O-W-Ls. More commonly known as OWLs. Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe." Then with one flick of her wand, two piles of books floated across the room. One landing in front of each of us. "Your previous instruction in this

subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you'll be pleased to know, from now on you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approvedcourse of defensive magic."

I raised my hand.

"Yes?"

"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?"

"Using spells?" Then she did that really annoying high-pitched laugh of hers. "Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."

"We're not gonna use magic?" Ron asked.

"You'll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way."

Then Harry spoke. "What use is that? If we're attacked, it won't be risk-free."

"He's got a point you know," I added before Harry smiled weakly at me.

"Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class," she snapped before she carried on talking. "It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations which, after all, is what school is all about."

"And how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" I asked without raising my hand.

"There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe Lord Voldemort." Harry answered back.

Umbridge didn't say anything for a few seconds before responding. "Now, let me make this quite plain. You have been told that a certain dark

wizard is at large once again. This is a lie."

"It's not a lie. I saw him. I fought him." Harry snapped back.

I heard Malfoy snigger behind me, I rolled my eyes. "Detention, Mr. Potter."

I looked at Harry. "Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" asked Harry.

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident."

"It was murder. Voldemort killed him!"

"Enough!" Umbridge snapped before she calmed down. "Enough. See me later, Mr. Potter. My office."

After that really awkward lesson with Umbridge, now it's Potions with Snape. Harry warned me that Snape hates Gryffindors and I wonder why?

"Ah, Miss Myers," Professor Snape said while I walked into the Potions room. "Sit next to Mr Malfoy," he said calmly.

"Isn't their another seat?" I asked.

Snape shook his head. "Sit next to Mr Malfoy or I'll take five points from Gryffindor, Miss Myers." he replied harshly.

I did what he said and sat down next to Malfoy without looking at him. I noticed him staring at me. "Want a photo, Malfoy? It'll last longer." I snarled.

Malfoy smirked. "Now, now, Katrina, calm down."

"Don't call me Katrina!" I snapped before turning away to see Harry looking at me. I mouthed 'help me'.

"What's up Myers? Asking Potty to get away from me?" Malfoy whispered in my ear.

"Shut up," I growled.

"I like a feisty girl."

"And I like my personal space." I snarled back. Then I felt his hand touch mine under the table. I shuffled away. "Get your hands off me!" I snapped before I stormed out the room.

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