I don't own HP or MR.

This is after MAX, and they have successfully destroyed all the School's/Itex's. In the 4th Harry Potter book.

Now, I am a book fanatic of both: I have read them both, combined including all the books, about 64 times… each… (No, not each book. Each series!)

I am not crazy!

There might be a [little] Fax in here, but I am not a big fan of them… only in the books.

It gets a little tiring after you have read thousands of stories about the same couple. Anyway, enjoy, and R&R!

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Harry P.O.V

From the moment they walked in the door, I knew they meant trouble.

From the way their eyes were always averted, never looking directly at anyone, to the way they were standing still, impatiently, while waiting for their names to be called. I could tell they hated being still.

You could practically see the muscles tense up under their uniforms.

Especially the eldest girl.

She had brown hair streaked with blonde, and chocolate brown eyes.

Not that I would notice.

She apparently hated wearing the customary black Hogwarts skirt, as she kept glaring at it like it would suddenly sprout horns and attack.

Aware of all the boys staring at her [She was quite beautiful, I will add that], she pulled her outside robes over her knee-length skirt, and gave them a very sinister glare.

They averted their eyes, but still snuck glances at her every couple minutes.

I was confused, though. They looked about as old as us, possibly older, yet they were standing with all the first years, and being as tall as they were, were easy to pick out of the crowd.

When Professor McGonagall got further down the list of first years, they were called. When Reynolds, John was called, the next name was, "Ride, Fang!"

The black haired, black-eyed boy walked forward and sat down upon the stool, completely emotionless, and the Sorting Hat was placed upon his head.

It appears that the hat was silently conversing with him, as he looked as if he was concentrating, and occasionally jerked his head in what must be a nod. Soon after the boy sat down, the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

My table erupted in applause, and the newcomer took that to be the table where he would sit from now on, as he quickly walked over to it and sat down at the end.

He never smiled.

Not.

One.

Time.

"Ride, Iggy!" McGonagall called.

I was guessing that he was blind, as he turned to the girl, and she took him by the elbow, and pointed him in the right direction.

He had strawberry blonde hair, and clouded sky blue eyes. He then walked up the stairs and sat down onto the stool with precision.

Again, the boy, Iggy, had a silent conversation with the hat.

"RAVENCLAW!" The Hat yelled, after a few moments of silence.

The Ravenclaw table had a moment of loud applause also, and I saw a sixth year boy jump up and lead him to the table.

They sat down, and Iggy shook the boy's hand. I believe the boy's name was Edward Soans.

Next, Mcgonagall shouted, "Ride, Maximum!"

"Maximum Ride?" Hermione whispered. "I would hate to get in a fight with her for some reason. The name provides evidence that she would be very strong-willed."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Or, pretty much, a strange name that her parents gave her."

Maximum walked confidently up to the stool, and when she sat down, she swept the room with her eyes, almost daring us to look her in the eye.

I took her up on that dare, but when I made eye contact, her eyes narrowed to a slit, and I looked away.

The hat was placed on her head, but as soon as it made contact with her slightly wavy hair, it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

She smiled, showing bright white teeth, and walked over and sat next to Fang before we had a chance to clap much.

Fang half smiled at her, and then they both turned their attention back to the sorting hat. The name, "Ride, Nudge!" was called, and an African-American girl with brown eyes flounced up to the stool, as happy as could be.

She was practically glowing with excitement, and kept looking around her with eyes as big as teacups.

The hat was placed on her head, and there was only a couple of seconds of silence before the hat burst out, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

As I watched her run to her table, the one that was now applauding, I saw Maximum's face fall for a split second, then turn into a well practiced smile again.

When the last name had been called ("Zaeya, Julia!), Professor Dumbledore stood up from his seat at the front of the Great Hall, held his hands out for silence, and swept the room with his eyes.

The Hall quieted immediately, as though someone had died.

Then, looking around the room once more, Dumbledore started to speak.