Just an idea I had. And its my first time writing this so... Hope you like it. Lavender and Parvati are a OC. But Parvati goes slowly back in the next chapter... If there is a next chapter. Anyways, don't own Harry Potter, don't own any of the charaters really- though I wish I did!

Comment please? ~M2H

It was October 13th in the darkened, snow-covered city of Venice. Dim streetlights lit up the stone paths as snowflakes twirled in the frosty air. Not a human soul was caught outside at the hour and most weren't even awake. As snow fell down upon the quiet town, a loud POP filled the winter air.
Suddenly seven personages were appeared in the middle of the street. Five adults and two small children, no older than one, all dressed in dark clothing covering their faces.

A taller one grabbed the hand of a shorter one, the shorter carrying a bundle of a child.

"We must hurry," the taller one whispered urgently to the smaller, his rough voice cutting through the eerie silence. "The house isn't much farther."

The shorter as well as the three other ran with the strange man towards the old buildings that lined the river. Footsteps echoed off the surrounding buildings as they rushed to their sanctuary. The children stay perfectly still, as though under a spell.

Not a word was spoken till they reached the old wooden door with the fading gold numbers of a 1643 and were safely inside the building. Fear that had long been built up in their chests was slowly released as bodies slumped against the walls of the spacious room. Faint candles allowed the group to see what lay inside.

Brown leather furniture was placed beside a warm fire. Bookshelves that reached the ceiling and were lined with every title imaginable also filled the room. A small, wooden coffee table sat in the middle with a silver tea tray on top.

After a few minutes of panting and allowing themselves to fall into ease, the second shortest of the group handed its own infant off to the one to its left and slowly lowered its hood.

Vivid red hair as well as the face a pretty emerald-eyed woman was revealed as she began to unbutton the silver clasp of her cloak.

She looked over at the man who carried her baby and smiled at the sight.

There stood a man with unruly black hair and twinkling hazel eyes that were hid by black-rimmed spectacles. He had already removed his cloak and was slowly rocking the boy in his arms. A boy with black hair like his own but eyes like the red haired woman.

"Will you two stop it with the goo-goo eyes?" the rough voice man from before growled. His cloak had been thrown roughly to the floor and revealed a well-built man about the age as the loving couple. His eyes were a striking gray and long lustrous black hair. A well-known smirk was placed on his face.

"Oh calm down, Sirius Love," a woman's voice to his right cooed as she rocked the infant in her arms. She hadn't bothered to remove her hood, too content with the child in her arms.

The man, Sirius, opened his mouth to argue with the girl beside him, when the fifth adult smacked him arm on the shoulder.

"Are you wanting to be hexed, Padfoot?" the light brown hair man rolled his brown eyes at the man before him.

Sirius glared as the man with the glasses laughed.

"Shut up, James," Sirius pouted like a small child as he rubbed the place he was hit. This caused both men as well as the red haired woman to laugh. The other woman was still too busy cooing that the child in her arms to notice or care.

"My dear sweet child," the woman sung softly, her angelic voice echoing around the warm room. The woman bounced the child around as she twirled toward the hallway at the other end. "Mommy loves you so very much, my daughter."

"Juliet!" Sirius ran after his wife, pushing past his friends. "Juliet!"

The woman turned just in time to feel the man's body pressed against hers and the girl in her arms.

"Yes Love?" shadows hid the woman's face as she looked up with love at the man before her. Juliet was the smallest in the group but was the most caring woman Sirius had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

"Mrs. Black," Sirius leaned his face close to his wife's, a mischievous glint in his gray eyes. "I think you've forgotten something?"

"And what is that?" Juliet's voice was even, though her heart was racing. She leaned in closer, pulling the infant closer to her chest. "What have I foolishly forgotten Mr. Black?"

He lowered her hood, revealing a very pretty woman. A heart-shaped face and gorgeous straight chestnut hair were revealed as well as loving almond eyes. Her tan skin shined in the faint light as she stood on her tiptoes, her eyes flickering from her husband's lips to his captivating eyes.

"This," Sirius pressed his lips against his wife's. The addictive of love filled his and Juliet's souls.

A loud umph from the bundle snapped the two lovers out of their trance and made both pull back.

"Oh Sirius," Juliet said, mocking her husband. "You woke up Hermione."

Sirius smirked down at his daughter who looked up with curious eyes. Hermione Jean Black was a peculiar child. She didn't really cry, nor did she really whine. Her speech was superior then children her own age, but not too superior. Harry James Potter, the other child in the room, still managed to keep up with her.

"Daddy?" the girl looked up at her father with her almond eyes that mimicked her mother's. To be precious, the baby girl looked exactly like Juliet in almost every way. Except for the bushy hair, which was similar to her father's.

"Hello Hermione," Sirius pressed a light kiss to his daughter's forehead. The young girl giggled at her father, before holding out one of her hands out. Juliet pressed a finger into the outstretched hand and bounced her little girl softly.

James Potter cleared his throat, causing the Black Family to turn their gaze towards him.

"Yes James?" Sirius looked annoyed as he stared at his best friend.

"This place," the Potter man gestured to the house. "No one will find it?"

"Only my mother knows," Juliet cut in before Sirius could. "And, though she may be Dumbledore's right hand, she would never betray me."

"Not to mention your mother is a direct decedent of Rowena Ravenclaw herself, so she is bound to know." Remus spoke clearly as he thought back to Juliet's mother.

"You're forgetting," the redhead added as she took her child back. "She is Minerva McGonagall, the bravest woman as well as the cleverest woman I have had the pleasure to meet."

Juliet Jean McGonagall Black beamed with pride at the mention of her mother.

"Besides her," James looked at his auror partner with seriousness. "The old bat has no clue this exists?"

"It's Ravenclaw property," Juliet looked at James with annoyance then, turned to her best friend. "Lily will you please tell your husband we are perfectly fine."

"James," the redhead turned. "We are perfectly fine. This house has wards upon wards that only Ravenclaws would be able to crack."

"I know, I know," James sighed as he glanced back at his son. "It's just…"

"You want Harry to be safe?" Remus put in as he glanced at his best friend to the son in Lily's arms. The one that he was like an uncle to.

"Oh James," Juliet shook her head. "Your house is safe, my new house is safe and Dumbledore has no control over anything in our lives."

"Hopefully," Remus said darkly.

"Mommy," Hermione looked up at her mother, squirming out of the woman's grasp. "Mommy I wanna see Hwrry."

"Harry is sleeping honey," Sirius picked up his child and held her face close to his. "Something you should be doing."

"I not tired," the girl yawned loudly as she reached for Remus. "Uncle Remmy, tell dem I is not tired."

"I am not tired," Remus correct as he took the small child in his arms. "And you are, cub."

"I is not," Hermione shook her head, her bushy hair flying everywhere. "I is not, I is not."

"I am not," Lily corrected as she looked down at her "niece" with twinkling eyes. Remus had been placed as the official Godfather, seeing as it was a pack the five had made after their shared wedding day between the Potters and Blacks. Remus would be the Godfather of the child of the Blacks, Sirius and Juliet would be the Godparents of the Potters' child, and when Remus got married the Potters' would be the Godparents of his child.

"I am not," the little girl drawled out the word as she placed the saying into her mind. "I am not tiwerd. I am not tiwerd at all!"

Another yawn escaped from the young girl as she began to rub her eyes.

"I want to pway wif Hwrry."

"Harry is sleeping, Honey," Lily smiled down at the little girl.

"Hwrry," Hermione let out another yawn at Lily pulled out a strange stick. The woman spun it once around the young girl's head, golden dust sprouting out of the end. The child fell into a peaceful sleep filled with unicorns as the golden dust touched her face.

"We should place the children to bed and begin working," James said, as his wife took the child from his arms.

"Right," Juliet drawled as she took her own baby away from Remus. She kissed her husband on the cheek before nodding to Lily.

"The two can sleep in the playroom." The two women said nothing more as they took their children away.

"Well," James looked at his best friends with defeat and hope. "As soon as Jules and Lil get down here, we can begin."

NOVEMBER 4th

Sirius Black did not chase down Peter Pettigrew the night after James and Lily's death. On the contrary, he had no clue the couple had died till four days after. In which, he had found out by Remus Lupin. The werewolf had dropped in three days after both grieving and recovering from his monthly change, expecting Harry James Potter to be there with Sirius.

After all, Sirius had been deemed Godfather and the Ministry had to, by law, give the boy to the Black family.

That night had been filled with yelling, cursing, death threats, crying, and three hexes. (The three hexes had been delivered by Juliet to Sirius (twice) and Remus (once) after finding out her best friend had died four days late.)

Though they searched and searched for Harry Potter, no one knew where he lay. After a while of searching, Remus and the Black family had to return back to hiding, seeing as Dumbledore had been close to finding the Ravenclaw Estate twice. Minerva McGonagall would have told her daughter where the boy was staying, if a certain headmaster didn't wipe the memory away…

3 Years and Ten Months Later...

Sirius Black wasn't sure he was happy about sending his daughter away. After all, she was only six as of yesterday! But Hermione had been excepted to the greatest wizarding school on the face of the earth...

And no, it wasn't Hogwarts.

It was an Italian based wizarding school, one in which you had to get a letter of acceptance by age six. Then, you did twelve years of wizarding school. Orizzonte was the name of this school and its location was, surprisingly, unknown.

When Sirius and Juliet asked the other aurors and healers in their sections of work. (Juliet as a healer and Sirius as the head auror of the Italian Ministry, Ministero di Roma.) They found that only one co-worker had a clue about Orizzonte.

"It's an elite wizarding school," Juliet's friend, Anna, had told them. "They only except about two students from each year. And, only Orizzonte's council decides who is allowed to attend and who isn't."

Of course they had wondered what happened to the other Italian students who weren't accepted.

"The others go to Hogwarts, Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons. Very few send their children to Salem in the United States." Anna had looked at each of them seriously. "You shouldn't turn it down. Hermione is very blessed to have been excepted. There's no place on the face of this earth that wouldn't hire her. My own son went there, he finished last year. He has one of the highest paying jobs as a curse-breaker on the world."

After that, it wasn't long before the Blacks' were warming up to the idea.

But now, Sirius decided, he wasn't ready to send his little girl away.

"I'll be fine Daddy," Hermione said in perfect English. The bushy haired girl was fluent in Italian, English, and French (the native language of her mother). "Mummy isn't worried."

Juliet forced a smile on her face at this. While her husband was blatantly showing his emotions, Juliet had decided she should act as though this was the greatest thing in the world. Which, of course, it was. But still...

"That's right," Juliet caught the eye of her husband as the threesome walked towards the drop-off zone in a small flower shop. There, Hermione would be checked in and be given a portkey. That portkey would transport both the little girl and all of her luggage at noon. It was her age group's assigned time. After all, the Ministero di Roma didn't want the muggles to wonder why so many people were entering a regular flower shop.

"Ooh!" Hermione's chocolate eyes caught sight of the building and she smiled. "There it is mummy! There it is!"

The two older Blacks laughed at their daughter's excitement, though a feeling of dread settled upon them. This would be the last time they would hear their little girl laugh for a long time.

Hermione pulled her rosewood trunk from her father's grip. Though that wasn't a problem, seeing as the thing weighed lighter than a feather and possessed nearly half of the Blacks' private library.

The three walked into the little flower shop, not bothering to look back...

"Remember to write Remus, Tonks, and us every day!" Her mother called as Hermione glanced up at her now frantic mother. It was three minutes to noon, as Hermione's watch told, and her parents were becoming more and more frantic.

"I know," Hermione smiled as she glanced at the other three children around her. It was the first time in Orizzonte history that four six year old children would be allowed to attend. There was two boys and another girl with parents acting just like Hermione's.

"And if anyone gives you a bad time," Sirius glanced down at the girl. "Remember what Remus and I taught you."

"And Tonks, Daddy," Hermione said, slightly louder then she should have. Other parents glanced at the group, their eyes filled with curiosity. They were all shocked to hear someone speaking something besides Italian here.

"Right," Sirius smiled as he ruffled his daughter's bushy hair. "You're always right. Just like your mum."

"Parents!" an older lady called in Italian as she glanced at the crowd. "Please back away from your children now, the portkeys will activate in twenty-three seconds!"

The Blacks kissed their daughter quickly before stepping back.

"Love you!" were Hermione's last words before she disappeared from sight with the other children.

Four heartbreaking sobs from the women in the room broke the silence as the men looked around. Now what?

ABOUT 4 years later…

The sun shined down on the extravagant Victorian-Style home that presided in England. The appealing red color reminded ten year old Hermione Jean Black of the gorgeous apples that her mother would by from a muggle vendor.

"Come, Darling," Sirius gripped his daughter's hand tight in his as he pushed open the glossy black gate.

"Ooh!" Juliet looked around at the lavish grounds of the estate, her hand gripped a small boy of three. "I love what Heather has done to the place."

Sirius rolled his eyes at his wife, as his daughter pulled on her father's hand.

"Daddy can I...?"

"Oh go ahead," the words had just barely begun to leave Sirius's mouth before Hermione began to sprint up the stone path to the front door.

"You know," Juliet grabbed her husband's hand as she patted her slightly swollen stomach. "By the way she's acting, it's as though she doesn't like us."

Before Sirius could respond, the boy spoke up.

"I like you mummy," the boy chimed as his father laughed. The small child looked exactly like his father, in every single way.

"Oh?" Sirius picked up the young boy. "What about me?"

The boy squealed with delight as Juliet rolled her eyes. "Thomas, Sirius, stop acting like children."

"But mummy," Thomas looked at his mother from his spot on his father's shoulders. "I am a child!"

Juliet rolled her eyes whilst cursing Hermione for teaching Thomas such perfect english.

Suddenly, three squeals filled the air as both parents and child snapped their eyes towards the doorway of the house. There, Hermione and two other girls the same age, were bouncing up and down.

One possessed chocolate skin and wavy black hair, she was the tallest of the group. The other held dirty blonde locks and was slightly pale.

"Eva!" Hermione wrapped her arms around the tallest. The Black daughter pulled away and wrapped her arms around the other. "Lavender!"

Lavender Brown and Eva West smiled as they began to yank Hermione inside the Brown Estate.

"Come on Mins," Lavender chimed. "The boys are here!"

"Yeah!" Eva smiled. "They want to know what happened to Mins after our last semester at Orizzonte."

Lavender pouted at this as she lead her friends into her grand house and towards her basement. Hermione, Eva, Zach, and Jake all got to attend Orizzonte while she was stuck attending Hogwarts.

"Oh don't pout, Lav," Hermione smiled at her best friend. The bushy hair witch was the one to instigate the friendship between the three other Orizzonte kids and Lavender. "You got to spend all summer with Jake, didn't you?"

Lavender blushed at this. Jake Prince had been a long time crush after the group had met three years ago. Though, unbeknownst to Lavender was that Jake had the same long time crush. Hermione was the only one to see it, seeing as Eva didn't pay very close attention to things like this.

"Yeah," Lavender stuttered as her friends marched down to the basement. "Jake and I spent all summer together, since his parents were on a auror mission in China."

Hermione smiled before she was promptly tackled.

"HERMIONE!" Jake Prince and Zach Wells voices echoed around the basement as the two wrapped their arms around their bushy haired peer.

Jake held sweeping brown hair and hazel eyes. Zach had a deep tan and a cocky grin.

Hermione smiled at her friends as they released her.

"Hey guys!" Hermione cocked her head as she glanced at Jake and Lavender, who were now in some heated discussion about herself.

"Mins,you totally missed out last night," Zach cheered as he threw himself on Lavender's black leather sofa. "We partied all night, sister!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. Her parents wouldn't allow her to spend the night seeing as Dumbledore was visiting the Browns.

Of course that old fool would ruin it for me, Hermione thought bitterly. Dumbledoof.

"Yeah," Hermione forced a smile on her lips. No one, not even her parents, could tell the difference. "Family business."

Her friends smiled and began to chatter yet again. Hermione added her thoughts every once in awhile or rolled her eyes every time Jake and Lavender would flirt shamelessly. Hermione mentally sighed as her friends began to start a rousing game of Pretend. What she really wanted to do was curl up and read a book. Don't get her wrong, she loved her friends but...

They were overwhelming at times.

"Mins," Lavender looked at her friend, a worried expression crossing her face. The years that the girl had known Hermione, she noticed that Hermione seemed to pull farther and farther away. Jake had told that Hermione throws herself into her studies to the point of extreme. Which worried them all.

"Yeah?" Hermione glanced at Lavender, cocking her head to the right.

"Wanna be the dragon or the mermaid?" Lavender asked.

"Dragon," Hermione laughed as she stood up. "Duh!"

The group laughed as they threw themselves into the realm of pretend. Where a princess was kidnapped by a vicious giant, hidden in a mermaid's castle which was protected by a water dragon. There was a prince who must save the princess, kill a giant, battle a dragon, make a deal with a goblin, and kiss the princess.

Six Years later...

Harry Potter sat at the Gryffindor table, his stomach full and his mind fully set on the conversation around him. His best mate, Ronald Weasley, was to his left. His other best mate, Neville Longbottom, was next to the young Ginny Weasley (a possible crush) who was across from him. His friend, Parvati Patil, was next to Ginny and Parvati's best friend, Lavender Brown, was beside her.

It wasn't unknown to Harry that Ron had a long time crush on the pretty dirty blonde that was Lavender Brown. It also wasn't unknown to Harry of the rumors of the Gryffindor sixth year. The claims that the girl had slept with half the older male population past her second year. The girl claimed that she never did, but no one believed her.

"So, Harry," Neville looked at the Boy-Who-Lived. "Are you excited to see our guests tomorrow morn?"

This year at Hogwarts, they were having three other wizarding schools join them. The Ministry of Magic had decided that, because the Dark Lord was back again, that it would be best for the surrounding wizarding schools to come to Hogwarts to learn.

This meant that all of Durmstrang Academy for Boys and Beauxbatons Academy for Girls would be back again. There was housing available across the grounds. Durmstrang would take the long, dark lodge at the west end of the grounds while Beauxbatons would take the miniature mansion on the east wing. The other wizarding school was unknown to all the students.

It was called Orizzonte and belong to the Ministry of Rome. The Ministry of Magic had invited the Italian Ministry to allow the school to come to Hogwarts. And to everyone's surprise, the mysterious school said yes.

At least, that's what Mr. Weasley said.

The elder Weasley also stated that Orizzonte only had sixteen students who were eligible to attend. And the students would stay in the tall, apartment building on the lake.

Of course, each school held its own courses but students from all four schools, third year and above, could sign up for other school courses.

Harry had dropped Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts after learning that Snape would be teaching as well as History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, and Divination and signed up for, surprisingly, all Orizzonte courses.

He was taking their DADA class, Battle and Strategy class, a combat course, and he possessed one free period. He was, as well, taking Orizzonte's potion class (because Orizzonte didn't care what your OWLs were, seeing as that school didn't take it).

Ron had followed up for all of Harry's classes as well as Neville.

"Yeah," Harry answered Neville's question. "I'm morally interested in knowing about this Orizzonte school."

Lavender Brown perked up at this and got a goofy smile on her face.

"What's wrong with you?" Ginny asked, glancing at the girl.

"I'm just excited for Orizzonte to join us."

The five others stared at her.

"You know people from Orizzonte?" Neville asked, looking at the blonde.

"Yes," Lavender spoke slowly, knowing she would have to be careful. She could be killed if she gave too much away about the few secrets she knew of Orizzonte. She was, of course, allowed to know because of her friendship with four the students, but that didn't mean she was allowed to tell people.

"Well?" Harry looked at the girl, leaning close. "What does it teach? And why are there only a small number of students coming?"

"Well," Lavender looked around. "They teach mostly what Hogwarts teaches. But its a top-notch private school. You can only get in if you are a resident of Italy and have immense power. They never except people outside of the Ministero di Roma."

"Ministry da Roma?" Parvati chopped up the words, making Lavender roll her eyes.

"No, its Ministero di Roma, meaning 'Ministry of Rome'. It's italian," Lavender added the last part at the slightly confused look Ron was giving her.

"How do you know Italian?" Ginny asked coolly. She didn't like Lavender in the slightest, because the redhead believe that Lavender was the school's slut and thought she was too good for Ron.

"My friends and boyfriend attend Orizzonte," Lavender said, trying to calm herself. No matter how much she would like to hit Ginny in the face, she couldn't. "I've known them since I was six and I picked up Italian quickly."

Ginny rolled her eyes. She highly doubted that Lavender had friends that attended Orizzonte, let alone a boyfriend.

"Whatever you say, Lavender, whatever you say." Ginny then, as though Lavender couldn't hear, whispered the word "slut". This caused Parvati to giggle slightly.

Though, while the others turned away from the dirty blonde, Harry watched as Lavender left the table and disappeared out of the Great Hall doors. He thought the rumors of the girl were harsh, especially when he figured none of them were true. Besides, Lavender only ever spread kind words about people and stopped all harsh gossip if it reached her. Plus, she had always been kind to Harry, even when others weren't. He considered Lavender a good friend of his and was slightly sickened on how the others treated her.

Harry followed after her, knowing that he was probably the only true friend the girl had. Even though Parvati was considered Lavender's best friend, he knew the girl preferred Ginny over Lavender.

Harry found the girl sitting in an abandoned corridor, her legs pulled to her chest and tears running down her face.

Lavender Brown was having a horrible day. It was only her second day at Hogwarts it was already bad. The rumors about her had gotten crueler over the summer and now both Ginny and Parvati were upfront about their distaste for the girl. If she didn't know that Jake, Hermione, Eva, and Zach would be with her in a few short hours, she probably would have requested to go home.

Oh Jake, she thought of her three year boyfriend with a sigh. He was always there for her, thick and thin. He was perfect and yet...

Yet everything thought she slept with every other guy in the school.

"So," Harry suddenly appeared beside her, causing her to jump. "You said you had friends at Orrizonte. Tell me about them?"

"Why do you care?" Lavender spat harshly, the words from years of gossip coming forward. "You probably think I'm the school's mattress like everyone else."

"No," Harry shook his head as he looked at the girl. A girl who, just like him, had faced the cruel backlash of gossip, rumors, and lies. "I don't. I really, truly don't, Lav."

The nickname brought a small smile to the girl's face as she glanced into Harry's eyes. By the way he was looking at her, with so much sincerity, she knew he was serious about not believing the rumors.

Her smile grew as she wiped away the tears, glad she hadn't bothered with mascara this morning.

"Thanks Harry," her voice was small as she looked at her friend.

"No problem," Harry smiled back. "I'm just sorry the others are being too thick-headed to believe you."

Lavender nodded as the words echoed around her skull.

"So," Harry leaned closer, cocking his head. "You're friends?"

"Oh, right," Lavender's face lit up at the concept of her best friends and beloved boyfriend joining her for the year.

So, Lavender told Harry all about them. She told him about Jake and how they've been together for three years. She told him that she never once looked at another boy, let alone cheat on Jake. Lavender explained Eva and her complexity. She told Harry silly stories about Zach and his cocky attitude. The two laughed at this, as the two became closer. Harry, of course, added words of his own. This made Lavender smile. It had been so long since had been able to talk to someone at Hogwarts like this.

"Lastly there's Mins, who's this sweet bookworm," Lavender made a face at the word 'bookworm' causing Harry to laugh. "She is incredibly pretty but has this really unmanageable mane of hair. I'm serious, Harry, it's about the size of a lion's!" Lavender made a face and pulled her hair out to demonstrate, causing Harry to laugh again.

He never knew Lavender could be silly like this.

"But she's, like, uber sweet! You would love her. But she's shy, like you, but she slightly bossy and is really smart. I mean, she could beat out most of the Ravenclaws if she wanted to. So that means she's a slight know-it-all... But the good kind," Lavender added quickly, not wanting Harry to think poorly of Mins.

"She incredibly loyal to her friends, she wouldn't leave them for anything."

This made Harry's heart slightly sink as he thought of his. Ron and Ginny had left him in his fourth year, convinced he entered his name in that cursed tournament. Only Lavender, Luna, and Neville knew he didn't.

"She sounds nice," Harry said. "This Mins of yours."

"You'll meet her tomorrow," Lavender smiled. "I promise you'll love her! Though, she might intimidate you."

Harry mocked being hurt, "Me? You think she can somehow managed to intimidate the Boy-Who-Lived?"

Lavender and Harry both burst into laughter.

After discussing Mins, the two launched into other topics, not wanting to leave.

They talked about the weather and what happened last year (seeing as Lavender was there, battling death eaters.) They talked about their favorites and moved into the topic of summer.

Of course, Harry didn't elaborate on his summer with the Dursleys, but Lavender got the hint and knew he hated it.

"You have to spend a few weeks with me this summer!" Lavender grabbed his arms, an excited glint in her eyes. "My parents would adore you! Plus, my friends from Orizzonte will be there too!"

Harry had to admit, when Lavender told about her summers, they did sound quite fun. And even though he loved the Weasleys, a change would be nice.

"Sounds like a plan," he told her. "I would love to."

Lavender squealed slightly as she stood up. "Now I'm doubley excited for tomorrow!"

"Why?" Harry asked, standing up. How long had they sat there?

"Because, silly," Lavender laughed as she walked with the emerald eye boy. "My friends from Orizzonte are coming and it'll be one more day closer to summer!"

Harry laughed.

"Ooh!" Lavender bounced up and down as they headed down the dim corridors towards Gryffindor Tower. "Maybe you can spend Christmas break with us as well!"

"I'd like that!" Harry smiled as the two small talked to Gryffindor tower. But, while they walked, Lavender's head began to reel.

Harry and Mins would make such a cute couple! So much better than Ginny and Harry. She mentally made a face. Ginny can be nice but... She's just not Harry's style, especially the way she acts now. As if she is Harry's one true love.

By the time the two arrived to the tower, it was ten o'clock. Yet, neither cared and bid each other a hug before retiring for the night. All the while a two certain redheads seethed in the corner, both out of jealousy.

So, Italy has its own Ministry with its own school. Hermione is friends with Lavender and is the Black heir. Next chapter (if you guys want one...) will have Harry and Hermione meeting, as well as some other... twists thrown in. Comment if you liked. ~M2H