Chapter 1:

New Arrivals & What they looked like

Bella Swan

People from all over forks watched as three large cars moved through town. By this stage everyone already knew everything they could about the people inside the cars but it didn't stop them from hanging out windows as the cars drove through the rain. First in the line was a grey mini-van which unsurprisingly had only single man in the whole car the others, all teenagers, had managed to cram themselves into the two remaining cars one a long black sports car and the other a green 4 wheel drive.

The three cars wove their way through the streets of the small town until they arrived at a large two story house in the middle of town. The wind bashed against the cars as the stopped outside and dashed from what ever car the were in to the back of the mini-van to pick up their bags and then hurry into the house. Inside the house was dark but none of them minded the darkness. They moved through the dark house to the kitchen and fell around the table.

I couldn't help but watch from my window. These kids were going to be the next big thing at school & I lived just down the road from them. They were part of some long term cultural exchange set up by the American and British government. I hadn't heard anything about it but then with my own resent move I hadn't really been paying attention to the newspapers and anyway the newspapers in this rain drenched misery talked about was the local football, issues with the native reserve and the newest happenings in Fort Angela. It wasn't exactly world class journalism.

Of course the newspaper had managed to get a hold, from the school files, the names of the kids. Apparently there were seven kids and their teacher. The teacher Cyrus Black was obviously the guy in the Mini-van. He was hot for an old guy. He was 30 something, with short black hair and a streak of white down the middle which gave him that wizen look. He also had a goatee clipped short and neat. Behind the mini-van was the dark sports car. The front seat of that was Drake Malloy. He was easy to pick from his short blond hair which sat messily on the top of his head. It was obvious that he was stinking rich and not just because he wore a waist-coat over his T-shirt which matched his pants but also because he was the worst about getting wet having a large black umbrella completely extended before exiting the car and stepping carefully to avoid wetting his pointed black shoes.

Along with Drake in the black car was a blonde girl and a red head girl about the same age. Bella guessed they were Laura Malloy Drake's younger sister & Jenny Wesley. Both of them were in the year below her and the rest of the kids from England. Behind that car was the four wheeler. A tall girl with brown frizzy hair stepped out of the car. She was obviously Hermione Grange. The third and last rich. She wore a pant suit which made her look like she was old enough to be in college even though she was my age and would be going into Sophomore year. As well as her there were three boys. Aaron Wesley was the tall ginger who got out of the passenger seat and put his arm around Hermione. It was obviously the two were a couple. He was tall and muscular, a perfect jock she could understand why they were going out. From the back seats jumped a short black haired boy with thin glasses lodge on his nose and too-large black hoodie pulled up over his head. It was obvious that this boy was Harrison Black. The rebellious adopted son of their teacher. He slouched off into the house slowly followed by the final boy, Nigel Long. He was average in everything. Average height, average build, average completion, brown hair, brown eyes.

After they were all inside I called Jess to give her the details. She screamed so loudly down the phone that my dad came to check that everything was alright. Of course this worked out amazingly for me as he also offered me a spot on the welcoming committee the following which currently consisted of himself and Mr Greene the headmaster. I quickly agreed and then told Jess who refused to talk to me until I promised to tell her all the details as soon as I got back or even better while I was there. I refused to sneak off into their toilet to make a phone call to her but she agreed that if she came over after I got back would still mean that she was the second (well third if you included Mr. Greene but nobody ever did) at school who knew anything about what the new guys were like and might even get to catch a glimpse of the "hot British kids" as she called them.

An hour later after I ranked the boys in order of sexiness and we had worked out what I was doing the following day we finished the conversation. After the phone went dead I thought about calling other people, Mike, Angela, Tyler but decided like bed meant the next day & my trip to visit the new kids would be quicker. After texting a quick message to mike telling him about tomorrow I changed into my pyjamas and slipped into bed hoping that sleep would take me quickly.

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Harrison Black

Harry had half expected that they would never stop running. He didn't think they'd be able to settle down ever since they'd portkeyed away from the Hogwarts Express but Hermione had managed away as always. Draco, [i]"no Drake"[/i] he reminded himself to use their new names, was actually a real help and help quell Ron's doubt about the blond boy who now sat over the other side of the room to him. The four boys had been moved into two smaller rooms and the three girls had been squashed into the room at the end of the hall. Nigel and Ronny refused to spend any more time living in the same room as Drake so Harry had agreed to take the room with him.

"So P... Harrison, what do you think of this place" Drake asked from the bed on the opposite side of the room. He had already transfigured the bad clothes to be black and green silk apparently like his set in the Slytherin common room, like he had at every motel that they had stayed in over the half year.

"Wet, but then that's one of the reasons Laura chose it" Harrison replied "Who'd check in this little town"

"Yeah lets just hope that your adoptive father's confudus charm holds" Drake said back which Harry couldn't help but smile at. Down stairs was his godfather, the last piece of family that actually cared about him. Cared enough to pull him away from his evil aunt and uncle and even saw Dumbledore for the criminally negligent man he was.

Harry thought back to the moment that he had burst into the compartment on the train calling Dumbledore a wizen old fool and offering him the change to run away. Neville screamed, Ron looked shocked and horrified at what he was saying about Dumbledore, Luna had smiled saying "you look just like Sirius Black", & Draco who had burst in a few minutes earlier sobbing because he didn't wand to be a death eater quickly jumped at the chance.

"Drake" Harry said after a few minutes of silently remembering

"Yeah" came a respond from the blond's bed

"Tomorrows the big one."

"Yeah it is" Drake responded a smile easily heard in his voice.