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Disclaimer:  I do not own Harry Potter, JKR does.  I only own the plot and any OCs you do not recognize.  Oh, and Kara101 came up with the name Marisol Mendez, I just made up everything else about her.
Author's Note:  Here's chapter 4.  I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 4
First Day

Marisol woke to the sound of banging. She sat up in her bed as she rubbed the sleep from her brown eyes and looked around her for the source of the noise. She found it when her eyes landed on the bathroom door where Evelyn was banging on it and pleading with whoever was in it.

“Come on, Tessa!” Evelyn banged harder on the door, even going as far as to give the bottom of the door a good kick. Though this ended in her grabbing her foot and rubbing it while hopping on the other. “Shit,” she mumbled while nursing her toes.

Marisol looked around the dorm more thoroughly now that her eyes had adjusted to the stream of sunlight coming in through the window. She could see Jazzy pulling herself out of bed and grumbling as she fished around in her trunk for one of her school uniforms. And there were two other girls getting ready; one was doing her make-up in front of the full length mirror that was next to the window and the other was getting her school bag together.

She stood and went to the end of her bed where her trunk sat. She opened it up and dug one of the new school uniforms out of her trunk, which now had the Hufflepuff emblem on the front. Marisol pulled the skirt, white button-up blouse, sweater vest, socks and shoes, and Hogwarts robes on before she walked over to the still closed bathroom door.

“It’ll be a while,” said Evelyn in an annoyed tone. “Tessa’s in there and she always takes at least an hour, sometimes more to get ready in the morning.”

“Then why doesn’t she let us in there so that we can brush our teeth and hair?” She asked. At her former school, she and her dorm mates had shared the bathroom in the morning and worked out a shower schedule. She normally took her showers in the evening before getting into bed so that she could sleep in a little bit longer, but occasionally she would take a shower in the morning if she was finding it hard to stay awake and needed a jolt.

“Tessa doesn’t like anyone to see her before she gets her make-up and hair done,” explained Evelyn in an agitated voice. “She gets up before all of us so that she can get into the bathroom before anyone else. Though, she doesn’t have to work as hard as she does to look good.”

“Ah,” Marisol said.

At that moment, the door to the bathroom opened and out walked a girl in her school uniform, her face all done up with make-up, and her bright blond hair fell a few inches past her shoulders and was stick-straight. The girl walked past Marisol and Evelyn, making her way over to the other two girls that were now waiting for her by the door.

Marisol stepped into the bathroom behind Evelyn and the two of them did their hair and make-up. Marisol barely wore make-up. She just brushed on some powder very lightly, lined her eyes with black liner very lightly, brushed her long brown lashes with brown mascara, and put some light pink gloss on her lips.

After getting her make-up finished, she fixed her wavy brown hair using her wand. She was finished getting ready in about fifteen minutes and so was Evelyn. Jazzy had joined them in the bathroom and finished getting ready, too. The three of them went up to the common room and out the portrait hole.

Marisol walked up from the basements to the entrance hall with the other two and when they entered the great hall it was to see Madam Longbottom already making her way over to their table to pass out schedules. She went over to the table and sat down with her two new friends.

They had just started to eat their breakfasts when Madam Longbottom approached them. Madam Longbottom talked to them about which classes they would be able to keep and which classes they would either have to or would want to drop. When the girls had their schedules and breakfast, they left the great hall to head to their first class which was double Charms.

On the way to class, Marisol thought of how she was bound to get lost the first time she wandered off by herself. Hogwarts was a big school. It was a lot bigger than the Academy. And the Academy was big itself. She was going to have to pay attention to each route she took so that she wouldn’t have to worry about getting lost, though she knew she probably would anyway.

The whole way to class Jazzy talked non-stop and Evelyn tried, and failed, to shut Jazzy up.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” chirped Jazzy. Yes, she was that cheerful about their first class of the new term. “There’s a party in the Room of Requirement tonight. Every house is invited. And it’s being thrown by James, Fred, and Holden.”

“Those three throw the best back-to-school parties,” said Evelyn in response to Jazzy’s statement. “I am definitely in.”

“Are you in, too?” Jazzy asked Marisol.

“Yeah, sure,” she replied. “It should be fun.”

Marisol couldn’t help but think that this was her chance to get to know James more. She had just met him and already she felt the pull of attraction that she had for him. It was like a strong ocean current that was pulling at her.

When they made it to the Charms classroom, Marisol followed the other two in and took a seat at a table in the second row. Evelyn sat next to her, while Jazzy sat next to a boy with golden brown hair, brown eyes, and handsome features.

“This is Kyle Macmillian,” Jazzy told her and then turned to Kyle to introduce her. “And this is Marisol Mendez; she just transferred here from Spain.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Kyle as he held his hand out for her to shake.

Marisol shook it and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

At that moment, three rambunctious teenage boys came barreling into the classroom. They were choking on their laughter and gasping for breath as they sat down.

These boys were James Potter, Fred Weasley, and Holden Summers.

Marisol watched as the three boys made their way to the back of the class before sitting down at tables. She caught James’ eyes and immediately felt her face warm. She turned back to the front just as the teacher, Professor Flitwick, walked in.

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Summers,” he started in a squeaky voice, “please settle down or I will be forced to give you detention.”

The three boys stopped laughing, but were still holding smiles on their faces as if they were sure to burst into laughter again. What had they done to cause them to be in such hysterics?

Marisol tried to pay attention to the lecture, but her mind was still back with James. She wanted to get to know him. She was almost positive that if she asked anyone, they would tell her about the James Potter that was perceived instead of the real James Potter. She would have find out more about him from James himself.

Throughout the whole class time she was finding it increasingly hard to sit still and listen to Professor Flitwick. Especially when she could feel a pair of eyes on the back of her head. She knew it had to be James because each time that she looked back James turned away from her, his cheeks reddening.

When the bell finally rang she stood up and made her way out the door with Jazzy and Evelyn. Not even a minute after she had exited the classroom but she heard a voice calling out to her,

“Marisol!” It was a deep voice and when she turned around it was to find James heading in her direction. She slowed down to a stop and he stopped in front of her. “I’m throwing a party tonight in the Room of Requirement and I was hoping that you’d come.”

“Oh, yeah,” she replied in a conversational tone like he should already know that she was planning on going with her new friends to the party. “I wouldn’t dream of missing it.”

Or you, she thought to herself.

“Good,” he said through the smile that had stretched across his face. "I’ll be looking for you.”

Once he had walked off Marisol turned to see the expressions on her friends’ faces. They were looking at her with shock. She rolled her eyes. “What?”

“You’ve only been here a day and already you have the undivided attention of James Sirius Potter,” said Evelyn. “And just a heads up, I’d be careful if I were you.”

“Why’s that?” she asked.

“Because James has a rap for breaking girls’ hearts,” she went on, “just look at Kelsey. He just broke up with her on platform nine and three quarters.”

“I can take care of myself.”

Jazzy let out a sigh before saying, “We can see that, which is why we’re letting you know ahead of time before you jump into anything.”

“We’re just trying to be good friends,” replied Evelyn.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile. “I appreciate your friendships. I never thought I’d make friends this fast, but thanks to you guys I have two great friends in only a day of being here.”

The three smile at one another and then Evelyn’s stomach grumbled in hunger.

“And once again Evie’s stomach ruins a nice moment,” announced Jazzy with a laugh. “Let’s go to lunch before she collapses because her stomach has decided to eat itself.”

Marisol laughed as they made their way down to the entrance hall and Evelyn just rolled her eyes with a smile on her face.


James walked to his next class after lunch by himself as Fred and Holden both had a free period. He had Arithmancy now. He honestly didn’t know why he had told Professor Longbottom this morning that we would be continuing with the N.E.W.T. class. He must be losing it.

He didn’t need it. He had already decided that he would play Quidditch for a professional league after he graduated from Hogwarts. He wanted to follow in both his mother’s and Uncle Ron’s shoes. His mother had been Chaser on the Holyhead Harpies. And his Uncle Ron had been Keeper on the Chudley Cannons.

When he made it to the classroom, there were a few students mulling around in front of the closed door. He walked over to the door more and then he saw her. Marisol was standing by the door next to Kyle Macmillian. They looked like they were talking about something that was making Marisol laugh; her light brown eyes sparkled from her laughter and her wavy brown hair with its golden streaks sparkling and bouncing around her shoulders. He approached them and asked,

“Hey, what’s up, Kyle?”

“Not much, you?” Kyle asked as the two guys shook hands in a polite manner that said they were acquaintances, but not close enough to be friends.

“Oh, you know,” he started. “Just been discussing party plans for tonight with Holden and Fred.”

“Oh, yeah,” replied Kyle. “What do you guys have planned?”

“Now that, you’ll just have to wait and see for yourself.”

James looked from Kyle to Marisol after saying this and smiled. “You’re still coming, right?”

Marisol smiled. “Of course.”

Her smile nearly knocked the wind out of James. He recovered as the door opened and Madam Longbottom walked out of the room.

“Good afternoon, students, I trust that you’re first day back is going wonderfully, no?”

The students nodded in reply as they entered the class.

James was going to sit next to Marisol but before he could take the chair next to hers Kyle sat down. He silently cursed himself for being so slow and took a seat next to a fellow Gryffindor, Dustin Hollander.

Then he sighed as he saw his ex-girl friend walk in with a few of her Ravenclaw friends.

He looked down at the desk, trying to avoid looking at her. He could still feel her evil stares. Dustin was no help in this, either, he kept giving James updates on all of Kelsey’s deadly glares.

After a few minutes of this, James felt a new pair of eyes on him and he looked up to find himself looking into the light brown eyes of Marisol. She was looking at him with a questioning expression as to why he was looking so glum.

He glanced over in Kelsey’s direction, where she was till sending him death glares, and then back to Marisol’s warm, comforting eyes. He saw that her expression had changed from questioning to understanding as the whole situation dawned on her. Then she turned back around to continue taking notes.

James tried his best to focus on Madam Longbottom as he attempted to take notes. It was like he could barely hear what she was saying and his notes could hardly be passed as notes but rather a feeble attempt. When the bell rang, James was more than happy to get out of the classroom and as far away from Kelsey as he could.

He was happy that she was a Ravenclaw and therefore wouldn’t be able to get to him inside the Gryffindor common room. He told the fat lady the password and entered through the portrait hole with Dustin following closely behind him. The two separated when James headed over to the table in the corner where Holden and Fred sat.

“What’s going on guys?” He asked as he took a seat across from where Holden sat; next to Fred.

“Good,” replied Fred. “Just been making a list of everything we need to get from the kitchens before the party starts.”

“I can make the trip down there after dinner to get the supplies,” answered James at the unasked question written on both of their faces. He winked at the two of them conspiratorially.

“So, what’s up with you and the new girl?” Fred boldly asked his cousin. “You seem to really be crushing on her.”

“Nothing, yet,” he replied with a smile.

“Are you going to make your move tonight?” Holden asked him.

“Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe I’ll just play it out, let her get to know me before I ask her out.”

“That’s not like you, you usually act on impulse.”

“I know, but she makes me want to stop and think before acting.”

“Oh no!” exclaimed Fred. “James is actually using that brain of his to think before he acts. Better be careful, mate, I hear too much thinking can add too much strain to your brain.”

“Ha ha,” he replied in sarcasm to his cousin. “I happen to use my brain quite a lot actually.”

“Uh huh, sure,” said Fred. “We know you do.”

James just rolled his eyes at his two friends’ behaviors.

The three of them headed to Defense Against the Dark Arts five minutes later. James was happy to see that Kelsey wasn’t in this class with him. Though he was even happier when Marisol walked in with Evelyn York and Jasmine Baylor. He smiled at her before taking his seat next to Fred at the back of the class.

The moment Professor Zabini entered the classroom there was silence. He was not a teacher you wanted to cross. Unless you were a Slytherin then you could get away with anything, possibly even murder. Professor Zabini was the Head of Slytherin House, which explained his favoritism for the Slytherins.

James, Fred, and Holden were his least favourite students. He seemed to enjoy giving them detentions and taking points away from them. Sometimes for something as trivial as breathing too loudly. And that was not just an example; he gave James a detention because he claimed he was breathing far too loudly during a test for others to concentrate. That actually caused a dispute between the Head of Gryffindor House, Professor Longbottom, and Professor Zabini.

The class seemed to drag on for James and his friends as they anxiously waited for the bell to ring. When the bell finally did ring, everyone that wasn’t a Slytherin dashed out of the room as if they were suffocating. James went to dinner and then dismissed himself to go up to his dorm to get the Invisibility Cloak his father had finally decided to pass down to him last Christmas. When he had it, he made his way down to the kitchens to get what they would need for the party.

Author's Note:  I'd like to thank my beta slytherin princess for beta-ing this chapter for me.  Also, I'd like to thank all of you guys who have reviewed the first three chapters.  I really appreciated all the feedback you gave me.

Chapter 5 should be done soon.  I'm about halfway through it and then I'll send it off to my beta.  Thanks for reading and if you have any kind of feedback for me than I'd love to hear it.  Thanks again.

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