ONE MORE. YES!

As with the previous things, the little bit of chapter 8 I wrote is included here because it's too short.

It took Sophie and me half an hour to calm Edaline down.

"You could have been killed! You could have never returned!" Edaline sobbed.

"I know, Mom, but we came back, thanks to Zara," Sophie soothed. Repeat that for half an hour, and you have a pretty good idea of what it was like. Once Edaline was soothed enough, she made dinner, which was this kind of lavender-colored soup that tasted citrusy. I practically inhaled that after no lunch.

"I hope the others got back all right," I worried.

"They did, I bet. Anyway, you know what? We never got any ability practice in .…" Sophie trailed off.

"Sure! Backyard?" I asked.

"Totally!" Fifteen minutes later, we were standing outside.

"Can I see what you can do?" Sophie asked. I shrugged.

"Serpensortia!" I shouted, and a long green snake came out of the tip of my wand. I waited a bit, then muttered, "Vipera Evanesca," and the snake vanished in a pile of ashes. Sophie gazed, awed. "Um, you also saw me light Fitz's clothes on fire. Other than that, I haven't tried much. Oh, there's one thing I can try." I concentrated on the happiest memory I could, which was the day the worlds met. I focused on that thought, and yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A trail of whitish bluish mist came out of my wand and formed the shape of a horse. It lit up the whole of the Havenfield pastures and galloped around before disappearing into my wand. I let my wand hand fall to my side, slightly panting.

"Never in my life would I have thought I could see that," Sophie stared at me.

"Well, first time for lots of things," I said. We spent the rest of the evening practicing our abilities before Edaline called us in. Sophie and I bid each other good night and I went to my room to shower. It felt like the best thing ever. I just had to spend a couple of minutes standing in the wet solitude, then turned off the water and pulled on my pajamas. I curled into bed and fell asleep.

I woke up bleary-eyed but soon sat up. I hurriedly packed up and included my saber, ya know, just in case. I only had to wait about ten minutes before the portal appeared. Wasting no time, I hopped into it. I fell a bit before I landed at King's Cross. Somehow, my suitcase had turned into a brand new trunk, and I guessed that all my stuff had turned into what was on the list. When I peeked inside, I saw the book Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard. Gods, that means either Quirrell or Umbridge is here this year. Perfect. To add to that, the trio looked about fifteen years old. That means Umbridge is here. Extra perfect. Not. On top of my new trunk was a snowy owl nearly identical to Harry's in a cage. I grinned. I'd figure out what to name it later. I guessed that time in the Star Wars universe was different from the time on Earth, because it had been 5:00 am back there, but now, it was 10:30 am. I had half an hour to get to the platform. A Platform 9 and ticket appeared in my hand, and I wheeled my trunk to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. It was 10:45. Since I knew where 9 was, I didn't make a fool of myself like Harry did and instead leaned casually against the wall and fell through, the 9 sign appearing overhead on the new platform. I smiled.

"Hey, Zara!" A voice called. I lugged my trunk over to Hermione.

"Hi, Hermione!" I beamed. Lowering my voice, I said, "I know I'm the proper age for a fifth year, but what House am I in?"

"It appears the magic has turned you into a Ravenclaw," Hermione whispered back. I smiled. "I'm sad you aren't a Gryffindor."

"Me too," I said, though I knew I was kind of a Ravenclaw through and through. I lugged my trunk into a compartment and added my owl's cage too. I decided then to name my owl Kasper, after one of the owls who played Hedwig in the movies back at my old house. I hopped onto the train and then at exactly 11:00 am, the train started moving. I knew Hermione and Ron would be at the prefect's carriage, so I decided to try and find that compartment from Order of the Phoenix where Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna had taken refuge. Near the back of the train, I stumbled upon them. I heard Neville saying, "I'm nobody" to Luna.

"No you're not," Ginny and I said in unison. "Neville Longbottom - Luna Lovegood."

"Room for one more?" I asked. Ginny shrugged, and I plopped into a seat next to Ginny. We all sat in silence, Luna continuing to read her edition of The Quibbler.

"Guess what I got for my birthday?" Neville asked, breaking the silence.

"I know, mimbulus mimbletonia, that rare cactus-like plant," I answered.

"Yeah," he said, staring at me, and pulled out the plant. It was cactus-like, as I had described it, with boils rather than spines.

"Oh, and it has an amazing defense mechanism! Hold Trevor for me," Neville said, plopping Trevor into Harry's hands. Taking out a quill, he picked a spot on the cactus plant and prodded it. I knew what was coming. Disgusting liquid burst from every boil and went everywhere. I just only managed to raise a shield, being a Psionipath, in time. Had I not had Jedi reflexes, I probably would have gotten splattered like everyone else. Liquid splattered Luna's Quibbler, Ginny's hair, and Harry, since he was holding Trevor, got a faceful. I cringed. I was the only one left clean.

"Sorry," he said, shaking the sludge out of his eyes. "I haven't tried that before…. Don't worry, Stinksap's not poisonous…." Harry spat a mouthful of liquid on the floor. I cringed again. Wonderfully, the compartment door opened. I barely kept my laughter in. I'd wanted to see this moment in person for who knows how long.

"Oh…. hello, Harry," Cho Chang said. "Um, bad time?"

"Hey, Cho," I said.

"Oh hi Zara," Cho said. I peeked at Harry. His face had gone practically red, I could tell, and when I brushed his shoulder, he was the most embarrassed person I had ever felt(I used my Empath abilities).

"Oh…. hi," Harry mumbled blankly.

"Um…. Well…. I just thought I'd say hello…. 'Bye then." Cho shut the compartment door, slightly pink. Harry groaned.

"Well, never in my life would I thought I could see that," I said, letting myself giggle.

"Never mind that," Ginny said. I shrugged, then pulled out my wand and said, "Scourgify!" The Stinksap disappeared.

"Anyway, how did you raise that, that shield?" Ginny asked. "I mean, without casting Protego."

"Um…." I glanced at Harry, the only other person who knew the answer. He shrugged. Guess I'm stuck telling everyone. I told them the story starting from day one, slightly noticing that even Luna was paying attention. I couldn't tell if that was because she wanted to listen, or because she had no choice since her Quibbler was soiled.

"So that was your elvin ability?" Ginny asked.

"One of them, at least," I answered.

"You've got multiple?" Harry asked. I knew he didn't know that.

"Yeah. Not common, I can tell you that much," I sighed.

"Not common?" Luna inquired.

"Only some elves have multiple abilities. Sophie Foster used to be the one with the most abilities, she had five, I'm the new record holder because I've got about twenty," I mumbled.

"Twenty?!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Which abilities?" Ron asked as he and Hermione slid into seats next to Harry. "Anything we miss?" Harry quickly filled them in on what they missed out on. After he was done, I said,

"Well, most of you saw I'm a Psionipath, who can create shields, but I'm also a Charger, which means bluntly that I can kinda shoot lightning bolts out of my hands, I'm a Mesmer, which means I can mesmerize people, I'm a Conjurer, which means I can kinda conjure stuff up as long as I know where it is, I'm a Vanisher, which means I can technically disappear without an Invisibility Cloak, I'm a Pyrokinetic, which bluntly means I have fire powers, I'm an Empath, which means I can detect emotions with a brush of someone, and by the way, Harry, when Cho came by, I did brush your shoulder, and it felt like —"

"Shut up, Zara," Harry muttered.

"Just saying, kinda obvious. Anyway, I'm also a Shade which means I have shadow powers, kinda, I'm a Phaser, which kinda means I can break down the particles in my body to kinda walk through walls, it's kind of hard to explain. I'm a Hydrokinetic, which means I have water powers, I'm a Guster, which means I have wind powers, I've got Enhancer abilities, which means I can enhance any ability(I dunno whether it works on non-elvin abilities or not), I'm a Flasher, which means I can manipulate light, I'm a Descryer, I can sense someone's potential for good and light, I'm a Technopath, I'm good with gadgets, I'm a Polyglot, which means I can speak any language, but I can also imitate." I say the last part in Hermione's voice. She jumps, startled. "Sorry, couldn't help it. Anyway, I'm also a Froster, which means I have ice powers, I'm an Inflictor, which means I can inflict pain and negative emotions, and I'm still figuring out if I can inflict positive emotions too, but anyway, I'm also a Teleporter, which means I can teleport with the right feeling if that makes any sense, and finally, I'm a Telepath, which means I can read minds, not that I can unless I have permission. That's pretty much all of my elvin abilities."

"What else can you do? You mentioned other worlds," Ginny remembered.

"Well, I'm a Jedi, so —" I started.

"What's a Jedi?" Ron interjected. Hermione elbowed him. "Sorry, sorry, go on."

"Jedi are peacekeepers of the Star Wars galaxy. Well, at least they used to be," I sighed. "Now they're generals in the Clone Wars, and frankly, those wars will be for nothing except for the rise of evil power. Anyway, I'm getting off track. I'm not a full Jedi Knight, I'm a Padawan, under Master Luminara's training. They don't handle a blaster, though, they handle a —"

"Wait a minute, there are BLASTERS allowed in that place?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"Trust me, blasters are kinda needed unless you're a Jedi. When you are, you handle one of these," I said, pulling out my saber. "This is a lightsaber. Jedi make their lightsabers, unless, well, they need a spare. This one's mine."

"What does it do?" Luna asked, still sounding dreamy for some reason.

"Well, mostly it has one feature, which is this," I say, igniting the saber, careful to keep it away from everyone. The purple blade flashed into view. "It's super dangerous, being able to cut through almost anything, including flesh, so steer clear of the blade if you can." I deactivated the saber and put it away. "Lightsabers aren't the only weapon in store. A Jedi can use the Force in a duel, naturally. The Force is a living energy field that's all around us, even through the whole universe. One pretty neat feature is mind-nudging, but it's not that helpful in a duel. As so." I was about to demonstrate when the tea trolley came by. An idea popped into my head.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" the witch guiding the cart asked. I smiled. I'd wanted to try practically everything from this cart for ten years. I shoved my hand in my pocket and came up with a bunch of coins. I paid the trolley witch as I got some of everything.

"Dig in, guys," I said, dumping the treats on a small empty seat, promptly grabbing a Chocolate Frog. I opened the package, and quickly got the frog before it hopped away, and nibbled at it while I checked the card. "SWEET! Rowena Ravenclaw! It's like it was meant to be." I tucked the card into my pocket. "Oh right, I was about to demonstrate mind-nudging." I rooted around in a bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, and found a vomit-flavored one. With a slight wave of my hand, I say to Harry, "You will eat this bean." Even the words sounded ridiculous. Still, Harry replied, "I will eat that bean." He plucked it from my hand and popped it into his mouth. Chew, chew, chew, and swallow.

"ZARA!" Harry groaned, coughing from the supposed terrible taste.

"What?" I asked innocently. "I did say I was going to demonstrate." The compartment door opened again, and Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing there.

"What?" Harry asked aggressively.

"Manners, Potter, or I'll have to give you a detention," Malfoy said lazily. "You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments."

"Yeah, but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone," Harry countered. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. It was practically my favorite line from the whole series.

"Well well well, Zara Stone. Hanging out with Potter, are you? Best not to if you want to keep your intelligence," Malfoy snorted.

"You best not hang around Crabbe and Goyle unless you want to become a mindless idiot," I shot back. "Oh wait, I forgot, you already are an idiot. Now, how about you shut up and leave."

"Well, I seemed to have touched a nerve," Malfoy smirked. "Well, just watch yourself, Potter, because I'll be dogging in your footsteps in case you step out of line."

"Get out!" Hermione shouted. Malfoy departed, but not before shooting Harry and me a malicious look. Hermione, Harry, and I locked eyes for a second, all thinking the same thing. Ron didn't notice a thing and instead bit the head off a Chocolate Frog. I knew that the word had not been a coincidence, but Hermione and Harry didn't know. I decided to communicate with them telepathically. It wasn't. I thought. Malfoy used dogging because he knew. He knew Sirius was there. Harry and Hermione looked shocked, half from the transmission, and half from the fact that Malfoy knew. Oh, to respond, just think your words at each other. But it might take some time, so save it for Charms, aka when I come back. To shake off any suspicions from Ginny or Neville, I popped a lollipop wand from the stack of treats and plucked it in my mouth.

"Well, that was a doozy," I said airily, with a slight meaningful look at Harry and Hermione.

Chapter Eight: No Freaking Way I'm 'Uniting' with the Slytherins

About 15 minutes after it went dark outside, I pulled on my Ravenclaw robes for the first time, secretly wondering how I was going to get away from the other fifth-year Ravenclaw girls, who, from my understanding, were Padma Patil, Mandy Brocklehurst, Lisa Turpin, Morag MacDougal, and Su Li. I wondered who was going to get kicked out and be replaced by me. As I disembarked, I heard the voice of Professor Grubbly-Plank, saying,

"First years line up over here please! All first-years to me!" I met up with Harry and the others and stared at the Thestrals.

"Wait a minute," I said, squinting my eyes. "How can I see the Thestrals when I haven't seen death?"

"What?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"I mean, I know you and Luna can see them," I said, gesturing slightly at Harry. "But I haven't seen death personally once in my life."

"Well, you are different," Hermione mused.

"That's an understatement," I mumbled. I stepped into the carriage and took a seat.

The Mary Sueness... it hurts... it pains...

Anyway, at least we're done with that! Next up: a weird original thing I wrote for a homework assignment that I'm randomly including here as a testament to my interesting past writing abilities!