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Hurried footsteps echoed through the muggle train station, and many muggles turned to see who would be in such a hurry at ten o'clock in the morning.

"Hurry now girls. The train leaves in ten minutes you don't want to be late. The Hogwarts Express doesn't wait for anyone. I was almost late one year, awful, but thankfully -" I tuned the rest of my mother's jabber out. I really didn't understand why she was having such a nervy B, we still had an hour to get there, but I suppose it probably had to do with the fact that my family was going to be there. She was always nervous around distant relations.

My mother fretted, her shoulder length black hair flying out behind her as she ushered me through the muggle train station. I had never really spent much time in the muggle world, being a pureblood, but I had been out and about with Uncle Christopher, and I had to say, Muggles had much comfier clothing than wizarding shops.

When we walked, people stared, either in a dazed type form, or an annoyance at our hasty speed and persistent clacking of my mother's heels. "Come along girls, we don't want you to miss your train. Quickly, quickly," she said, waving her hand frantically like she was waving air traffic.

"Is she always this anal?" One of my best friends Nyree Bayliss asked, her long light brown hair pulled into a high bun, that was in its usual prim and proper shape. Her hazel eyes took in the sights of the train station wildly, her head turning frantically. Nyree had no relations that were muggle born, so she had never been to a train station before, she thought it was quite fascinating, the muggle world, something her mother found remarkable worriable. Her mother, Stella Bayliss, was the worst kind of pureblood.

"Yeah, pretty much. Fun isn't she?" I asked, looking at the tall figure in front of me.

"Can't wait to see what she's like at parties," Nyree replied sarcastically. " I hope you don't turn out to be like her. Jesus. With your constant worrying your already like her. Next step: arrogance."

"I'm already half way there!" I exclaimed loudly, causing an old lady on a bench to jump in surprise, "Dad reckons I get it from mum's side of the family," I said with a giggle and Nyree burst out laughing, mother looked back at us, rolled her grey eyes and stopped at a tall brick pillar. There was another family, trying to get a small, wailing girl to do something, something she clearly didn't want to do.

"Why did we stop here Mrs. Fallon?" Nyree asked, despite my mother's attempts, she refused to call her Tallie. I knew what was happening, because of my older siblings that had attended before me, but Nyree was an only child.

"This my darlings, is the barrier. Now, just take a deep breath and walk straight at the wall. Don't hesitate. Got it?" She asked, turning around to look at us.

As we nodded she smiled brightly, "Alrighty, then. Nyree, honey, you first." She gestured for Nyree to go.

Nyree took a deep breath, walked quickly towards the pillar and shut her eyes just as she was about to hit it, she stiffened as if bracing for the pain of collision, but let out a small shriek as she fell through.

"Now dear, your turn," My mother ushered, but at that moment Remy decided to freak out. She started clawing at her cage, and hissing and jerking around.

"Oh dear. Silly old thing. Dear, are you sure you want to bring her to Hogwarts? What if she gets lost? Or causes you grief! Oh, my darling I'll miss you, make sure you come home at Christmas, and write me letters, and don't forget to write if you need anything, or miss me, or just want to-" She cried. Hugging me tightly, and Muggles were staring as they went by.

"Mom!" I snapped. And she adjusted herself, her pureblood pride coming back. "I can get it under control, you go on, I can handle Remy, I'll come in a few seconds," I reassured her, waving her off. "They're probably waiting for us," I reminded her. She scowled, looking seriously annoyed, and sighed.

"Fine. I don't see you in three minutes I'll come out and drag you in by your ears," She threatened, then walked towards the wall, muttering angrily to herself.

She sighed, smiled, then gave me a slight wave and walked briskly through the barrier. Leaving me with the mangy bit of fur. I took out a couple of these chewy catnip things that Nic had given me and threw them into her cage. One hitting Remy in the side of the head. She started gnawing on them, giving up on the hissing as she curled into a small, furry black ball. I didn't even want to stupid thing, Timber gave it to me, because mum bought her a toad, to replace this unwanted piece of fur. Timber and Demetri had been staying with their friends for the past week, and had decided to just come with their friends family, but promised to see Lucius and Narcissa before the train left.

"Having trouble there miss?" An amused voice suddenly asked from beside me. I looked over to be met with six heads of bright red hair, and six pairs of eyes staring at me.

"Ah .. No. I'm alright." I said, studying them. There was an older woman, and a younger girl, who I assumed was here to see her brothers off. There were three older boys, one who was tall and thin with wire glasses, and two were twins, with short cut hair and matching sweaters. The last was a smaller boy with blue eyes and red hair, who looked to be about my age. "I'm Roslin Fallon," I said, holding out my hand to the family. The one with the wire-glasses raised his eyebrows. Why did everyone assume I was so awful because I was a pureblood?

"Fallon? I'm Percy, Percy Weasley," Said the oldest one, not taking my hand. The twins took my hand at the same time, shaking it excitedly. Weasley? This was the infamous Weasley clan that Lucius was always banging on about? Jesus. You'd think they would be a family of hobo's from his description.

"I'm Fred." "I'm George" they echoed at the same time. Ah. Twins. I knew it well. Demetri and Timber were annoying as hell when they did that, but with these two it was actually sort of charming.

"Pleased to meet you dear, I'm Molly Weasley, and this is Ron and Ginny," she said, pointing towards the boy and girl.

"Hullo," The boy greeted, grinning at me so largely that I had to grin back.

"Hiya," I replied. "Are you a first year too?" I asked, looked at him, he seemed to be wearing clothes that were a little big on him - obviously hand-me downs - and everything was worn, but nicely prim and clean. I was glad I didn't end up with Timber and Davira's old clothes. Davira's were sparkles and sequins and Timber was way to much of a tom boy for me to wear her clothing. Black and army print?

Thanks, but no thanks.

"Uhuh," he nodded enthusiastically. "You?" Looking every bit the nervous first year. Meanwhile I could hear the little girl arguing with her mother about wanting to go with her brothers.

"Yeppers. Come on, you can sit with me and my friend Nyree if you'd like," I said, and he shrugged.

"Sounds good," he replied.

"Oh but first I have to-" I started, but I was interrupted.

"Um, Excuse me?" I heard a voice ask, and I turned to my right.

There was a short, under fed looking boy with huge bright green eyes and messy black hair. He was about the same height as me, and which was a little shorter than this Ron Weasley. He had on dirty, worn-out muggle clothing, and round wire-rimmed glasses sat on his small nose. Oh dear. This boy looked like he's been living on the streets for the past year.

The Weasley's all turned to look at him, Percy just rolled his eyes, and walked through the barrier. I scowled at his back, how rude. He seemed like a stiff, not that I would ever say that in public.

"Yes dear, what is it?" Molly asked, looking at the short, dark haired boy.

"Could you tell me how to ...?" He motioned towards the wall.

"Of course dear, its Ron first year as well. Oh, and Roslin's as well." She said. "You just walk straight at the wall, and mind your step once you reach the other side. Fred you go first," she motioned for one of the twins to go.

"Blimey mom, You'd think you'd know our names by now. And you call yourself our mother," One said, shaking his head.

"Oh, sorry George" Molly apologized.

"It's alright mom. I am Fred, " he said, before him and his twin both ran into the barrier. The boy watched with very wide eyes. He must be a muggle born . . or at least have no siblings that had been here.

Well, if this boy had no siblings, he could borrow some of mine. I had more than anyone could ever need. Six is enough to drive someone loopy.

Ron went next, then Molly and Ginny, then I, and then Harry last.

Ron waited for me with his trolley, then took his trunk and loaded onto the train. The boy looked around in amazement, so he hadn't been here before, I smiled gently at the boy.

"Have you never been here before?" I asked, studying the ebony haired fellow.

"No," he answered, taking his trunk, and his bright white owl's cage, and loading them onto the train. I had seen that owl on display, it seemed like a lovely creature, but mother insisted I took Remy.

Ron had disappeared, and Harry was now wondering the opposite direction. Oh, geez. Thanks. I'll just stand here by myself, which is what everyone loves to do. Above the cluster of the people chattering and the clatter of trolley's around me, I heard my mother's shrill voice.

"Roslin? Roslin! Come over here this instant. Right now, and bring your trunk sweetie," I hear her call last minute, and I scowled. That could only mean one thing, she had found out dear family. I walked slowly towards the head of the train, and found my mother easily.

There stood my least favourite members of my family. Well . . never mind. Mother's entire side was hated by me and my siblings. Narcissa Malfoy was a tall, extremely thin, good looking blonde woman, but her good looks were marred by the unladylike scowl on her face, her nose scrunched up like she had dung under her nose. Her pretty blue eyes were narrowed, looking around at the people around us with disdain.

Lucius, however was a different story. He was tall, even taller than my gangly brothers, an impressive height. His hair was long, and the brightest of platinum blondes. His steely gray eyes seemed to drink me in, I hated this man. From his weird, apparently sophisticated expensive hats, to the tips of his classy Italian shoes.

"Disgusting," Narcissa snarled, still not looking at us.

"Hmm?" My mother drawled, I hated her around our family. She turned into a cold pureblood, not the scatter-brained mother I knew and loved.

"Letting this filthy people in with us. Don't they show any measures of corralling the unworthy to one spot? I just saw a Weasley boy," She snarked. "Disgraceful."

I bit back an arrogant comment, keeping my cool as my mother nodded in agreement at Narcissa's rude comment. I wanted to be anywhere but here. Lucius was still looking at me, and it was giving me the creeps.

"What?" I asked, trying to contain the annoyance in my tone, thankfully it came out as questioning.

"You've turned out quite well. My, you could pass as a Malfoy. Good looking, slim, blonde, and your eyes are so much like my Cissa's," His gaze travelled to his wife. I had to admit, as cold as he was, he was doting with Draco, and affectionate with his wife.

I tried not to let a deep scowl slip on my face. I knew I looked like a Malfoy. I hated it. Narcissa's eyes did resemble me eyes in brightness, but her eyes were darker, and deeper. My eyes were light and wide, hers constantly narrowed.

"A fine pureblood." He commented a moment later. I looked down at myself. I was wearing my Hogwarts robes, plain black ones, with black flat shoes, my short chin length curls were held back with a light green headband.

I nodded non-committedly, and sighed. Looking at the looming clock in that boomed with every strike.

"Well, it's nearly eleven. I should go," I said, giving my mother a brief hug and a kiss on her pale cheek, before she could get clingy and start blubbering. I gave the two older blondes a brief nod, and hopped onto the train, giving my trunk to the suited man standing by the door.

I stopped every so often, looking into empty train compartments, I strode by a second one, not looking inside when I heard Ron's voice float out.

"You can sit with us . . . if you'd like to, that is," He said, and I smiled.

"Alright," I agreed, plopping down next to Harry, placing the sleeping form of Remy at my feet. There was an awkward silence, until Ron spoke.

"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley," Ron said, adjusting his sweater. Oh god, how rude. I still hadn't introduced myself. I'm such a cow.

"And I'm Roslin Fallon," I said, studying the boy beside me once again.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," he said, and Ron's eyes widened, and I'm pretty sure that my mouth dropped.

" Really?" I asked, shocked beyond belief. I was meeting Harry Potter. God, Nyree was never going to believe this, neither would anyone at home. Harry nodded and Ron asked, "Do you really have ...the scar?" He leaned forward and whispered the last two words. As if it could offend someone if they heard.

"Oh," Harry blurted, and moved his bangs aside so we could see the faded red scar. It was in the shape of a lightning bolt, and right in the middle of his forehead. It stood out from the light color of his skin, bright and obvious.

"Whoa," Ron breathed.

"Nice one Ron," I commented sarcastically, and I stood.

"Where are you going?" Harry questioned, seeming a little worried.

"To see if I can find Nyree, I'll be back in a jiff," I assured, then walked out in the compartment, and down the narrow hall. Looking in every compartment this time.

I walked down the aisle, holding the walls for support, so I didn't jerk about. I saw a flash of white blonde, and I knew that must be Draco, my dear cousin. I walked slowly, checking each compartment until I saw her, with a bright smile on her face. In the compartment were three people. One was Nyree, and there were two other girls I didn't recognize.

Once had small, squinted light blue eyes, so light that they were a violet shade. She had shoulder length straight dirty blonde hair, and sitting she looked about the same height as Nyree. She eyed me with curiosity.

The other had chin length curly black hair, with caramel skin, and blue wire trimmed glasses and round dark brown eyes. She was slouched over a book, and was reading with intensity, her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose.

"Nyree!" I said, plopping down next to the dark skinned girl.

"Hey Roslin, this is Samantha Macdonald," she motioned towards the girl I was sitting next to," and Denae Dawlish." she jerked her thumb towards the other blonde.

"Hey! Roslin Fallon's my name," I said, shaking both girls hands.

"Fallon?" Denae questioned. "Are you pureblood?"

"Yes," I answered swiftly. My blood was pure to the finest detail, From Great grandpa all the way down to me and my siblings. Not that my family cared about blood purity, well maybe they did a little. Mum didn't care in the least, but dad did, being a Black and all. Davira cared, Nicolai was allot like me. Timber was too caught up in her social life she didn't care, and even though Demetri wouldn't admit it, he was still bias to purebloods.. "You?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course," She answered, and I turned to the girl who had been reading, but was now looking rather nervous. Was she a halfblood or something?

"I'm a muggleborn . ." She said hesitantly, "does that mean anything?" She asked, closing her book and setting it on her slightly pudgy legs.

"Of course it does you twit, your below us in every way," A young male voice said from beside us, and I looked up to see none other than Draco Malfoy. Draco and I were related, I suppose you could call him my third cousin or something like that. His grandfather was my grandfather's brother.

He looked at me, then a light slowly went on in his eyes. "Hello Roslin," he greeted, nodding his head at me. He was tall for his age, with slicked back white blonde hair, cold grey eyes and fair skin. His features were becoming slightly pointed, and I knew he would eventually grow to look like Lucius. A shame really.

I smiled, not largely, but it was kind of a smile. "Draco," I acknowledged. You were always polite to family, not that you had to gush and hug them, but you must be curt and polite.

"Hopefully your sorted into Slytherin," he stated, looking over his shoulder to where two boys were heading towards us, both rather thick and meaty looking. "I'll see you around," he stated, looking back over to the boys, and walking in the opposite direction, and he didn't look back. He expected them to follow him, and they did.

It was then I looked back to Samantha, who's dark eyes were filled with tears. "Is it really that bad to not be a pureblood?" She asked, staring at her hands.

"Of course not sweetie, he's just a jerk," Nyree consoled.

"No, you're all purebloods, and I'm not. Who was that boy?" She asked, looking in the direction where my blonde-haired kin had disappeared.

"Draco Malfoy," I answered, looking out the window at the moving scenery.

"Draco," Nyree answered, but the way she said his name was different from mine, it was almost . . giddy?

Did Nyree . . . . .like Draco? I think I would rather drown myself than think of that possibility.

I shook my head, as if I thought it would rid of the ridiculous thought. Nyree would never like Draco, he was snobby, she was kind. He was my cousin of sorts, she was my best friend. There is some sort of girl-code about dating your best friends family member right?

Never.

Would she- NO. I screamed in my head.

"How do you know him?" Denae asked, looking at me once again, her eyes held a weird, icy look.

"He's my cousin, third of fourth or something along those lines," I said, Samantha sniffled pathetically, and went back to reading her book, trying to look non-chalant.

"Your related to the Malfoy's?" Denae asked, looking perplexed. This girl sure seemed to know wizarding families. "Are you like related to Druella Rosier? Or maybe Lucius is you uncle? You certainly have the hair to be a Malfoy."

"My mother's a Black," I said, wondering where this was going. Nyree already knew, so she didn't pay attention to our words, instead she was still staring out the compartment.

Denae's eyes were wide with shock."A Black? That's why!" She exclaimed, looking pleased with herself for figuring out the answer to this unknown riddle. I raised a thin eyebrow.

"What?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"Why you're so pretty. It's in you blood!" She replied, smiling a little sheepishly.

"Me? You should see my mom, she's gorgeous," I said, feeling a pang of homesickness at the thought of my family. I missed them, even if I had been itching to escape home ever since the beginning of summer.

"You alright?" Asked Samantha , her nose still in the book as she peered over the edge at me.

"Yeah," I replied, "I'm cool." I stood up, and opened the door, Nyree looked up.

"Where're you off to?" She asked, standing as well.

"To sit with my friends, I'll see you when we get there. I hope were in the same house," I said.

"Me too. Later Roslin," Nyree said, sitting back down and opening a wrapper, and plopping the small white candy in her mouth.

I sighed, I knew that as soon as people found out I was part-Black, they would freak. If only they actually got to know me.

I sighed again, more deeply this time and headed off in the same direction from which I came. When I finally found the compartment that held Harry and Ron, I had to laugh.

They were sitting in hills of candy and sweets, and Ron was holding a mangy little rat, which Remy was hissing violently at.

I sighed, and shook my head. These people were weird.

Turns out, I didn't know the half of it

HARRYROSLINHARRYROSLIN

Harry, Ron and I walked off the train, Ron grumbling the whole way about Hermione, a slightly buck-toothed bushy haired girl who had shown him up when his spell to make Scabbers turn yellow. Scabbers. What an awful name for a rat. What an awful name for anyone really.

Hermione had pointed out what a bad spell it was, and it had turned Ron's ears an angry shade of ruby. If there was one thing that Ron Weasley hated, it was to be criticized on his magic ability.

As we walked, my hand bumped against Harry's, and I pulled it back immediately, stuffing it in the large pocket of my new Hogwarts robes. He blushed a bit, his cheeks turning a tomato red. Ron was blabbing on about his older brother Charlie, who trained dragons, when we came across the largest man I had ever seen in my life.

He was about twice as tall as a regular wizard, and about five times wider, with a long mane of shaggy black hair, and a beard that covered most of his face. His hands looked like they were the size of dustpan lids, and his feet looked like baby dolphins in his clunky black boots. His skin was light, and he had eyes like too big black beetles. He wore an exceptionally large moleskin coat, with many pockets that looked like they were holding heavy things.

He was holding a lantern, and trying to get the attention of the first years, who were buzzing about the platform like wasps.

"Whoa," I said quietly, and Harry looked up from his and Ron's conversation.

"Hagrid!" Harry said happily, smiling his small toothy smile.

"E'llo A'rry! And 'oo do we have here?" He asked, his eyes straying to the blonde and the red head on either side of the young Harry.

"This is Ron Weasley and Roslin Fallon, " answered Harry, smiling at the names of his new friends.

Hagrid looked surprised for a moment. "Fallon? Nicolai Fallon's sister? 'ee was a right trouble maker your brother. Always had detentions with me, but 'ee was a good sort," Hagrid said, clambering on about her older brother. "Timber and Demetri though, those 'oo have no respect for animals," He muttered angrily a moment later.

Ron's eyes popped open with surprise, "Nicolai Fallon is your brother!" He asked. And I nodded slowly, looking at him sceptically.

"He's a beater on the Chudley Cannons! My favourite Quiditch team!" He said, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he is. Didn't think he'd be that famous," I replied with a shrug. I didn't think he was that famous, the Chudley Cannon's hadn't won matches in years, at least they still had one true fan left. Oh god, Nic'd be so excited he'd do like some weird gymnastics routine.

"My older sister Davira used to go here too, she was in Hufflepuff," I replied, and Hagrid raised a thick bushy eyebrow.

"Ah, Davira Fallon. Didn't know her well. She looked like a real Black though, black hair, grey eyes. Strutted around like one too," he added after a brief pause. Then his eyes popped open and he opened his mouth to apologize, like he had just realized he had said the last bit out loud.

"It's quite alright. I'm not too fond of her either. And yes, she resembles my mother. I on the other hand, take after my father," I said, gesturing to my fair hair and bright eyes.

"Alright, then, this way to the boats," Hagrid directed as the other first years began to swarm around. We headed off, towards a dark, gigantic lake, with many small wooden boats, dotted along the surface, each boat held four people, or one Hagrid, and a small lantern.

Then I saw it. Nicolai and Davira had described it, but Hogwarts was majestic. It was a huge castle, completely made of stone that sat up on a hill, with many pointed towers and lights hung on the walls. It was huge, and I worried for a split second about getting lost for out classes, until I shook my head and focused back on the castle, it really was breath taking. There was the peak of a large Quidditch pitch peeeking over a dip, and the lake shown in moonlight, and I smiled. It was even more beautiful than my siblings had described it.

"Wow," Harry breathed from in front of me, in our boat was Harry, Ron and I, along with another blonde girl that I didn't know, but she seemed quite shy, hadn't looked at any of us the entire time since we had boarded the boats.

Once we got inside, we walked up a long winding path and into a long chamber. None of the first years talked, most were too amazed to speak. We were led up a wide, stone staircase, until everyone stopped.

Before us stood a tall, stern looking woman, with a large, pointed black hat with a green feather and swishy dark green robes. Her hair was light brown, streaked with grey and was up in a bun. She was wearing wire framed glasses, and her expression was strict and severe. She looked like someone you didn't want to cross.

After giving us a speech about the houses, she turned and walked into the great halls, with a swift and sharp walk. We waited and a boy pet his newly recovered toad, Neville, I suppose, as Hermione as informed them.

"It's true then," A voice said from beside us, and Ron, Harry and I turned, it was Draco, leaning up against the wall. "What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." A giant whisper went through the crowd, murmurs of "Harry Potter?" I rolled my eyes, geez, that was old news.

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle," The blonde continued, gesturing too two ape-looking boys standing beside him, the same ones from the train. Purebloods, of course. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron snorted, and failed horribly at covering it up, and Draco's head whipped to the side, and his grey eyes stared at Ron coldly. "Think my names funny do you? No need to ask your, red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley."

I narrowed my eyes, "Back off Draco," I said, and others looked at me in surprise, Draco smirked, and turned his attention to Harry.

"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort, I can help you there," Draco said, and held out his hand. God, I hated that voice, the 'Pureblood' one, the arrogant proud tone of his voice, it reminded me of my grandfather. Draco held out his hand towards Harry, then looked sharply towards me.

"Cousin, you will want to take my advice. Don't go mixing with the wrong sorts, and ruin your blood," He said, my eyes narrowed, and looked back towards Harry.

Everyone's eyes were once again on me, as apparently being a Malfoy's cousin was a huge deal. Fabulous, people thought I was an evil slug, like my dear family. Fan-frickin'-tastic. Ron eyed me now, probably wondering how I was related to such a foul boy.

Harry seemed to be thinking, then spoke up. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks." At that, Draco's smirk disappeared, and McGonagall strolled up behind him, looking as disapproving as before, and tapped him on the shoulder with a wrapped up piece of paper, and he turned, going back to his friends.

Then I felt three people brush up beside me, and I smiled. It was Samantha, Nyree and Denae, and they were all looking at the old women with wide eyes, and I smiled. She scared them too.

"We're ready for you now, follow me," McGonagall said, and turned, and the wide, oak doors behind her opened up wide. We all followed, and I was surprised. The Great Hall was bigger than I thought it'd be. It had wide walls, and columns, with a high ceiling that was enchanted and many candles were hanging, lighting up the room. I saw Uri and Lyre on the way by, and they both gave me a smile, Lyre waved frantically, a huge grin on her pale face.

She led us through the hall, and everyone was watching us. There on an old bar stool, was a dirty, mangy old hat. The Sorting Hat. Nervous butterflies erupted into my stomach. The teachers all stared at us from their respective places along the long staff table. Most kids with older siblings knew which house they'd most likely be in, I hadn't a clue. Probably Hufflepuff. Demetri, Davira and Timber were in Hufflepuff. Nicolai had been in Ravenclaw.

"Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words," She said sharply, sounding like a lieutenant barking at new recruits.

A man in the center of the table stood then. He was tall and thin, with a long silvery beard, and brilliant bright blue eyes that sparkled with happiness and mischief. He had a long, crooked nose, as if it had been broken once or twice, and never set back. He was wearing a bright crimson rode, and had half-moon spectacles perched on the end of his nose.

" I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce, for first years please . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." I knew it was rude, but I had never been one for exceptional listening, I was more of a talker. It was a skill, I had developed it from tuning my mother out as she ranted on how I should be more of a lady. "A most painful death." My eyed widened, and Harry's nose scrunched up. Maybe I should have been paying attention, that sounded unpleasant.

Professor McGonagall stepped up then, and unrolled the paper she had been holding for a while now. "When I call your name you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you'll be sorted into your houses."

She lifted the hat, and looked at the list. "Hermione Granger." Hermione stepped up then, looking rather nervous as she mumbled to herself. She walked slowly, her bushy hair moving behind her like a shadow.

"Mental that one, I'm telling you." Ron leaned over and said to Harry and I. Harry lifted his eyebrows and nodded, I just rolled my eyes. Boys. So insensitive. Hermione sat on the stool and the hat was placed over her frizzy hair. The hat deliberated for a few moments, then . . . "Gryffindor!"

A table cheered, and Hermione hopped off the chair and smiled, racing over to the table. We watched her go by.

"Nyree Bayliss." She called, and Nyree stepped up, strands now falling out of her high bun. She was nervous, that much was obvious, her eyes darting around the room to look at the four tables anxiously. She hopped up on the stool, and the hat touched her head, slightly lopsided, and it stayed for only a few moments.

"Ravenclaw!" It shouted. Nyree smiled, and walked over to the cheering table that was decorated in blue and silver. I smiled as she waved to me from her spot beside a tall red haired girl.

"Draco Malfoy," McGonagall called out, and Draco walked up, and she lowered the hat. Just as it touched the slicked back locks of Draco, it shouted out.

"Slytherin!" Surprise Surprise. Every Black and Malfoy had been in Slytherin since . . well as long as anyone could remember. Except for Sirius Black, of course.

Next a girl called Susan Bones was called up, and then dismissed to the Hufflepuff table a few moments after. I looked at Harry, when I noticed that he was in a staring match with a frightening looking professor. He was a thin, tall man with sallow-looking pale skin and a large, hooked nose. He had shoulder length, greasy black hair that framed his face like a curtain, his cold eyes were black as night, and reminded me of tunnels. Deep and dark, they never seemed to end. They vaguely reminded me of Hatred's, but they were missing the warmth that his had.

"Ah," Harry said, and reached up to touch his scar.

Ron looked confused. "Harry? What is it?"

Meanwhile, Harry was still staring at the professor. "Nothing," he said. "Nothing I'm fine." Snape finally looked away from Harry, back to the sorting hat.

"Ronald Weasley."

Ron looked alarmed, looked at Harry and I, then stood and walked over to the hat, gulping nervously. The hat spoke, and then it called out. "Gryffindor!" At this, Ron took on a very calm look, and walked over to sit by his twin brothers, who were seated at the end.

"Harry Potter."

Harry looked to me, and I smiled, before nudging him forward. At his name, Dumbledore leaned forward, as did Hagrid. Harry looked to Ron, who was sitting at talking to the tall, thin brother, Percy. He sat on the stool, and looked up at the hat. I could see Harry whispering to himself, and then he started turning his head, attempting to look at the hat. Then he furiously started whispering once again. Harry squeezed his eyes shut. "Better be, Gryffindor!" His green eyes popped open at that, and he smiled, running over to join Ron.

Samantha was sorted into Gryffindor also, and Denae was put into Ravenclaw. I was anxiously waiting my turn, and finally, my name was called.

"Roslin Fallon."

Everyone quieted at my name, and I could see some of the professor's eyes widen in alarm at my last name. I knew what they were thinking about, if the two Fallon`s in school were so awful . . . what would this one be like.

As the hat was placed on my head, I heard the voice in my head.

Ah, another Fallon. You are a powerful witch, descended of Black, Fallon and Crabbe. Hmmmm. Very difficult. Smart, but not committed. Loyal, maybe a Hufflepuff, like your sister. Talented, and pureblood, Slytherin would serve you well, but brave, and there is courage I see, plenty of courage . . . you'd serve well in Gryffindor girl, and . . . something else. You are destined for greatness, and for someone, who will desperately need your help. Be sure that your their when they call for your aid.

Oh, I know exactly what to do with you.

"Gryffindor!"

I smiled, and ran over, sitting next to Ella, and opposite from Harry and Ron. We talked, as the rest of the girls got settled, and I met a couple other Gryffindor's. There was Lee Jordan, who was friends of Fred and George's. Lavender brown, a young girl with two light brown plated braids, and a young boy named Ezra Bletchley. He was a halfblood, muggleborn father, pureblood mother. He was tall, and clumsy, with a mass of red/brown curls and dark brown eyes, he was pale, and had a wide, toothy grin.

Then a glass clanged, and the feast began. Mounds of food appeared on the table, and the Weasley boys all dug in. They shovelled food onto their plates and into their mouths simultaneously. Ron was attempting to chat with Harry, who was staring at the food that was falling out of Ron's mouth. Hermione Granger, who happened to be sitting across from Ron, was looking at him with wide, horrified eyes.

"It's really too bad that Denae and Nyree are in Ravenclaw, we could have been best friends," Samantha said, looking towards the two, who were talking animatedly to each other.

"Well, we'll just have to be best friends," I said, and she grinned her wide dark eyes popping open. I smiled back, I really liked Samantha. She was a quiet, nice, and a bit shy girl, who was committed to becoming a first rate wizard.

Ron, who already had a steadily growing mound of chicken bones on his plate, reached for another when he jumped, as a head popped out of the pile. It was ghost, and he looked around at myself and the other first years, and smiled. He stopped when he came to me.

"So this is the new Fallon. Hopefully a more well-mannered one. Your brother used to throw his quills at me, and your sister always trashed our annual death day parties, and those two in Hufflepuff, always running through me willynilly," The ghost said indignantly.

"Yes, they were wild kids, I'm much more behaved, I assure you," I told him and he smiled.

After the feast, we all walked into the Gryffindor common room. It was warm, and had a home-like quality. It was decorated in red, and had a large couch, along with three chairs in front of the common room, as well as a group of chairs gathered around a chess board.

Percy Weasley directed us, and soon, Samantha and I said goodbye to Harry and Ron, as we started into the girls dormitory. There were six beds. The other three girls were Lavender Brown, who was short, and pale with long curly light brown hair and baby blue eyes, Parvarti Patil, who was dark skinned, with black hair and black eyes, and there was also Hermione as well as Fay Dunbar, a tan girl with short dark hair and wide dark eyes. Lavender, Fay and Parvarti on the left side, Hermione, myself and Samantha on the right.

As I unpacked my belongings, I made a note to myself to write my parents, and tell them all about, Harry, Ron, Samantha and being sorted into Gryffindor.

As I thought of the sorting, the old hat's words echoed in my head.

You are destined for greatness, and for someone, who will desperately need your help. Be sure that your their when they call for your aid.

Then, I shook the thought out of my head, and crawled into my bed. My pillow still smelled like home, and I sighed.

I was home.