A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! I had finals and I graduated from High School and then I went to Europe for like 10 days. But now it's up! Please enjoy!

"What in the name of Merlin's Underpants!"

I squeaked and turned around slowly to face a slightly deranged looking janitor ranting and raving about mud all the while waving a mop above his head. He seemed too preoccupied with his ranting to pay attention to me, so I quickly ran to my room, leaving more muddy shoeprints.

I had a bit of an accident while flying; nothing too major, though. Apparently, this school also has a Whomping Willow. It slapped me out of the air and I skidded into mud. What is with schools and having dangerous plants about?

I opened to door to my room, showered and changed into cleaner clothes. I looked in the mirror and brushed my long red hair. People always confused me as a Weasley until they saw my emerald eyes and the scar on my forehead. Sirius told me that I look exactly like Lily, but my hair didn't escape the Potter Curse. My hair is very curly and can be a hassle to keep neat.

I looked at whatever injuries I got from my fall. I had what looked like a pretty nasty scratch on my face, but it was just long, not deep. I'll be pretty sore tomorrow, and I'll have a couple of bruises.

A knocking interrupted my thoughts and excitement coursed through me. Was it Sirius and Remus?

I opened the door and was immediately scooped into a hug. It took a second, but I recognized that the one hugging me was Sirius. Remus was looking at us amused-and was that jealousy?

"Pup, where have you been? Are you alright?" Sirius asked, looking me over.

"Jeez, Sirius! Quit acting like a mother hen!" I said, grinning up at him. "And I'm fine!"

"Then why are you covered in mud?" Remus decided to speak up.

"I went flying. Apparently, this place also has a Whomping Willow," I said, walking into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. I put it under water and washed my face with it.

"Are you ok?" Remus asked, sounding worried.

"Just a couple of scratches; though I'll be pretty bruised tomorrow." My answer was muffled by the washcloth. I looked at his and Sirius' worried faces and I put my hands on my hips. "I'm fine!"

"Well, that depends on your definition of 'fine'," Sirius said, a crooked grin on his face. "Physically: yeah. Mentally: who knows!"

Instead of smacking him upside the head like I would usually do, I responded with, "I don't suffer from insanity! I enjoy every minute of it!" Sirius gave a bark of laughter and Remus chuckled.

Sirius walked over to me and ruffled my hair, saying, "That's my pup! Make the most out of the worst!"

"Hands away from the hair, Padfoot!" I slapped his hand away. "My hair's messy enough as it is!"

Remus changed the subject. "So this is a school for spies?"

I looked at him and nodded. "Yeah, Voldemort won't be expecting me to use muggle weapons."

"You're still going to go after Voldemort?" Remus asked, shocked.

"Yeah, that bastard took my parents. For that, I'll take his life," I said with a determined look on my face. "Or I'll die trying."

Sirius changed the subject and the rest of the night was spent talking about my parents and what they were like.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore was sitting in his chair in his office. Fawkes was nowhere to be seen, but that was a usual occurrence. Fawkes didn't actually belong to Dumbledore like most believed; Fawkes belonged to the School, much like the Sorting Hat. He just let others believe that he owned a Phoenix.

He sighed and stroked his beard as he reread Sam's letter. This wouldn't do. He needed her under control. But how?

A/N: So that's the end of this chapter. Sorry it's short. Classes will start next chapter! I'm going to need a group of people she'll be friends with. I'm going to say… 5 people? 3 guys and 2 girls. Could you offer me some names? If you want a specific personality for the character then please tell me. I'm going to wait a week before I start the next chapter. So you have until then.