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Remember Me	By : TigerBlak Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Here's another chapter for my loyal fans. I think I'm going to shoot for the update once a week plan; that way you guys know I'll be updating at least once a week and I know that I have to get my act together and work on the story for you. This chapter has some interesting twists in it... I hope you like them.

AN2: BTW one of my reviewers commented on the Whomping Willow having been planted for Remus when he was a student at Hogwarts. This is just further proof that I haven't memorized every nuance of the books like a good rabid fan. Thanks for the info. Therefore, I will be taking a little literary leeway with that factoid from the story. And now on with the show.

Chapter 12: A Dream, A Sorting and A Jealous Streak

Following dinner in Hogsmead, where Harry and Draco showed Athyr around the little town, the group returned to Hogwarts and while Remus and Sirius went to their own rooms the trio found themselves once again settled on the couch and floor in front of the fire in Athyr's room.

They talked about everything and nothing at all. Harry and Draco traded off telling tales about their previous years at Hogwarts; how Draco used to slick his hair back with gel, how Harry refused to shake Draco's hand when they first met, how Harry almost got killed in his first year during a Quidditch match (Athyr actually didn't enjoy hearing that particular story at all). Eventually, the young goddess found that her eyes were getting more difficult to keep open. Harry reached down and pulled her up and into his arms. Cradling Athyr he walked over to her bed and deposited her on the soft duvet. She had already changed into pajamas when they had returned to the room so there wasn't the issue of sleeping in her jeans. Both boys leaned over and gave Athyr a short kiss on the cheek that was closer to her mouth that the actual side of her face. She was sure she had felt the lick of a tongue also, but disregarded it, as she was so tired.

Back in their own room Harry and Draco prepared for bed. The Slytherin had already done his nightly ritual and watched his other beloved with a small smile as Harry went through his nightly routine of first brushing his teeth then washing his face and finally attempting to tame his wild hair with a brush.

"Why do you even bother, you know that head of yours will never be tamed?" Draco snorted on a laugh as he watched Harry scowl at his hair in the mirror.

"It's habit," Harry answered simply and then elaborated. "I like to believe that one day, my hair will do exactly what I want it to," the Gryffindor came out of the bathroom and made his way to the bed. "I know its not the best bet going, but I have to believe it, otherwise I'll just have to lose all hope of ever overcoming this everlasting bed head. Besides, I'm not the only one with a fixation on hair... " he cast sly eyes to the blonde on his right

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Draco huffed, knowing exactly what Harry was talking about. "I just think it’s a bad idea for you to try and brush your hair every night when you know it's never going to get better."

"And what about your little fetish with Athyr's hair, hmmm? I've never seen someone so focused in on something, as you are when re bre brushing and braiding her hair. Hell, I don't have that much concentration when I'm looking for the snitch," Harry laughed.

"There's just something about that hair," Draco sighed and his eyes glazed over at the reminder. "You've touched it so you know how soft it is, but I just feel compelled to put my hands in it, to bury my face in it when I get to close to Athyr. It's not like I get to enter her in any other way... yet," he added the last as an afterthought. "I just feel a connection to her through her hair, it's almost as if brushing and braiding her hair brings me closer to her."

"Hmmm, I'll say. I wonder what Athyr would think of your one-track mind when it comes to her hair..." Harry trailed off. "Though, now that I think about it she does seem to enjoy it just as much as you do." Harry had settled himself in the bed next to Draco and lay propped on his elbow on his left side staring up at his boyfriend.

Draco looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "I had wondered if I would have some sort of connection with her..." he smiled. "I mean you had the dream and Sirius has a past with her. Remus got to make cookies with her. I really wasn't sure where I fit in and then the time we spend together at night just being together seemed to be exactly what I was searching for." Warm arms encircled the blond and he lay his head back on Harry's shoulder. "I'm being such a girl about this, aren't I?" he sighed.

Harry chuckled and nipped at his exposed neck. "I don't think so. I can totally understand what it's like to want to have a connection with someone. That's how I felt when I first faced my feelings for you. I wondered what we would have in common. What would make us last. In the end I just decided that we are worth fighting for." The arms that held Draco tightened pulling him closer to Harry. "With everyone that gave us problems about us being together I just knew we would have to fight if we wanted to stay together. We still have to."

"I know. I'm really not looking forward to dealing with Pansy again this year. Thank god this is our last year," the Slytherin grimaced. "She just doesn't understand that I really love you and there's no telling what she'll do when she finds out that I'm in love with Athyr," the words tumbled out before he had a chance to pull them back.

"That's the first time I've ever heard you voice your feelings for her," Harry murmured sleepily. His chin now rested on the crook between Draco's shoulder and neck and his warm breath tickled the strands of hair there. "I thought she would have to drag it out of you like I had to." Draco heard the underlying laughter in his boyfriend's voice and jutted his shoulder under Harry's chin, jostling the teen and making him laugh outright.

"Don't worry it'll be our little secret." The two teens fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

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~Dream Sequence~

Salazar sat before the roaring fire playing with the strands of silk that had appeared for this evening. He was both angry and intrigued by the things he had learned this day. He had many questions and not enough answers. ~Soon she will be here and I will get my answers,~ he thought to himself.

He heard the portrait to his rooms open and heard not one set of footsteps but two. Preparing himself to bark at whomever had dared to enter his sanctuary he drew himself up to his full height and turned to face the doorway. And was met with two gazes, one warm topaz, the other luminescent green.

"What are you doing hear Gryffindor," he sneered at the owner of the green gaze as it looked him over mockingly.

"She asked me to come," he answered simply and rested a hand on the smaller woman's shoulder. He felt her tense slightly and pressed harder to assure her.

"Hathor knows that I have no ill will towards her," Salazar was no longer looking at the impertinent wizard, but gazed down at the one woman who had been able to capture his heart. The mass of her dark hair was pulled back into a tight braid that he had crafted on the previous night. He could feel his body tightening at the thought of taking it down and redoing it to his liking. His family's courting ritual was proceeding according to plan. With each night that he braided Hathor's hair he drew their hearts closer together. It was a simple enough charm that only appeared with the heart's desire of both matched. The ribbons were the final aspect of it. Tonight, Salazar would begin weaving the first of many into her hair.

"She knows that, I know that, and you know that, but still she asked me to come," Gryffindor explained. "Why?" He asked Hathor. In his hand he stilled gripped the silver swath of silk.

"I have something to tell you. Both of you," Hathor stepped out of Gryffindor's embrace. "I know that you have both developed feelings for me and I know you do not harbor the happiest of feelings for one another, but I must tell you that I... I love you both."

The silence that greeted her was deafening. She knew that what she had done was risky, but it was a choice that she had had to make. She loved both of the men standing before her and she knew that eventually she would have had to reveal her feelings to them. By doing it this way she gave them the opportunity to take their love back and leave her. She would heal she knew, but she would also never love again.

"Why?" Salazar asked again. He did not understand. His family's love charm would not present itself if she did not love him with all of her heart, so if she professed to love another how had this come to pass?

"You both know who I am and what I represent, I never thought that I would meet again with the two loof mof my past lifetime. And yet with each passing day I see more and more of them in you. And then," she paused bringing a hand to rest on the cheek of both men, "there are the eyes that I have missed having stare down at me for so long. A gaze so powerful that it takes my breath away."

Both men could feel the pulsing of their desire for the woman in front of them. They glanced first at her and then at one another. Godric realized that he had never truly taken a long enough look at Salazar himself. The man was striking with stormy eyes and blond almost silver hair; he was shocked to realize that he wanted to run his fingers through it; to see if it truly felt as soft as it looked. (AN: I'm taking more literary license here, I do believe that Salazar Slytherin was described in one of the books as having dark hair and eyes, therefore, I've changed that. If he hasn't been physically described then what I've done is possible. Just go with it people.)

Likewise, Salazar took in the man across from him. Godric was rakishly handsome, with his tangle of dark hair and piercing green gaze he could not really fault Hathor in her choice; he was a strikingly handsome man. The two men realized that they were just seeing one another for the first time, recognizing things about one another that they had either failed to see or disregarded out of dislike for their personalities.

Sighing, Salazar resigned himself to his fate. He would try this her way, but if he wasn't satisfied with the results he would not hesitate to take Hathor away from Gryffindor.

"Come," he murmured to the two. "I have braiding to do." With that he went to the couch that sat in front of the fire. Lowering himself to the cushions he waited for Hathor to take her usual place in between his spread. O. Once she rested comfortably there she gestured for Godric to come sit in front of her. Once he did so, Salazar began unraveling the braid from the previous evening. He had originally thought that there would have been a damper put on his desire following Hathor's revelation, but instead his wanting of her seemed to intensify and he also felt the beginnings of lust for the man seated between her thighs as well.

While Salazar's hands worked at combing through the thick strands he noticed that Hathor's hands raked through Gryffindor's hair in a similar fashion. The man in question had his head propped in her lap and his eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying her ministrations. Giving a mental shrug Salazar began to weave the silver strand into her hair, binding them closer, heart and soul.

~End of Dream Sequence~

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Draco's eyes snapped open and he gazed around their room in awe. Wan sunlight filtered in from a part in the curtains surrounding their bed. Harry's arms had loosened in the night and he was able to sit up. The dream had been so clear, he felt a bit of satisfaction knowing that the hair-braiding was a charm of sorts drawing him and Athyr closer together. Also, that history seemed to be repeating itself with their evening ritual. He smiled at that.

~But where is the silk that I should be braiding into her hair,~ he wondered. Disentangling himself from Harry he got out of the bed and went to take a shower.

Draco came back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist and was searching for his comb in the bedside table when he saw it. Right next to a glass of water lay a long strip of silk... it was bright pink. Grabbing up the swath of fabric he brought it to his cheek and rubbed it there. Closing his eyes he imagined the new braid he would put in Athyr hair when weaving it in that evening.

Draco dressed and just as he was tying the laces to his shoes he heard Harry stirring in the bed. Harry had always been a slow riser and this morning was no different. He sat on his side of the bed with his feet planted on the floor, but his eyes remained closed. Draco watched with a small smile as his boyfriend woke up in bits and pieces. First, he stretched his arms and legs. Then, he did his back. Finally, he stretched his whole body. He reminded Draco of a cat, too lazy to do anything completely. Only then did he deem himself limber enough to open his eyes. Drowsy green eyes took in the dressed blond sitting in a chair by the fireplace. Though Draco was a hazy blur, Harry knew that he was smirking at him. Grabbing his glasses from the table he brought the room into focus. He noticed that Draco was dressed and ready for breakfast.

"I'm going to take a shower and put some clothes on. See if Athyr is up and is hungry," Harry tossed over his shoulder as he walked across the room to the bathroom.

"'K," the blond replied as he left the room.

At the painting for Athyr's room he noticed that the Nundu that had at one time been hidden was now simply laying in the foreground. The large black cat opened bright eyes and looked at Draco lazily for a few moments before asking for the password. Giving it the frame swung open.

Draco was greeted by a sight, Athyr stood in front of her wardrobe staring in with only a towel knotted above her breasts. Draco's breath caught. The long braid snaked its way down her back and he could smell the warmth on her skin, telling him that she had just finished bathing.

"Good morning, Draco," her husky voice greeted him.

"Good morning," he answered back.

"I'm just trying to figure out what to put on," again Athyr pondered the clothing hanging in her wardrobe. It was a mix of both Muggle and wizard clothing. Robes hung next to shirts, which were mixed in with jeans and several pairs of leather pants. Draco came and stood behind Athyr looking at the clothing in the closet. She could feel his presence by the warmth at her back. She fought an inner battle not to give in and just lean into his heat. Since school hadn't started he didn't have robes on, instead he had become a convert as Harry liked to call him. He owned almost a many Muggle clothes as Harry did. With a pair of jeans and a baby blue t-shirt he felt reasonably comfortable. Reaching over Athyr's shoulder he picked out a pair of jean shorts and a cream t-shirt that had the words "I have only one vice... and it's chocolate," emblazoned across the front. Athyr took the clothing and then grabbed some underthings and went back into the bathroom. By the time she came out Harry had entered the room and was leaning against the couch.

Athyr stepped, barefoot out of the bathroom and returned to the wardrobe to look for shoes. Bending over she searched among the mounds for the other brown leather sandal. She straightened up quickly when she heard a strangled moan. Turning she saw that both Harry and Draco wore similar expressions of anguish, but there was an undercurrent of something else. Desire, maybe?

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," Harry coughed as his cheeks flushed. She gave Draco a piercing gaze and noticed that his ears turned pink and a slight blush suffused his cheeks. Then it dawned on Athyr that this was the first time they had seen her in shorts. Typically, she wore jeans or loose pants, but since she had let Draco pick her clothing he had chose something that while it was not revealing, did show more of her skin than they had previously seen.

"Fine," she said and bent back over, fully from the waist this time and continued searching for her shoe. She swore that she heard another muffled moan and covered her mouth to keep the giggles in. After a few more moments of tossing boots and sneakers around, she found the little sandal buried under a pile of shoes she had gotten for school. She tossed it onto the floor and standing up, she stretched and put her feet in both sandals.

The looks on both boy's faces almost made Athyr burst into laughter. Harry had given up the pretense of trying to tone down his blush and now his face was bright red. He sat on the couch staring out the window and occasionally casting glances her way. Draco on the other hand stared at her fully, letting the desire he felt for her bleed into his gaze. It was almost tangible in the way it burned a path up her legs and across her chest and finally to her eyes. When Athyr met his gaze head on, Draco smirked and did it again, Athyr felt her body clench in response and knew that if she looked down that she would see her nipples hardening and showing through the shirt, despite the padding of the bra.

When Draco's gaze reached hers she arched a brow and catching Harry's eye as well murmured, "If you are quite finished I'd like to get something to eat."

Both boys led the way to Sirius and Remus' rooms and then breakfast.

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A few days passed in a similar fashion. The boys would get Athyr for breakfast, she would take a few entrance exams and then they would spend the rest of the day exploring Hogwarts. Athyr would tell them a few stories about her past there and how certain rooms in the school were charmed to only appear at certain times.

"For example my room," she explained one day, "will only reveal itself when I am present at Hogwarts."

It was now Wednesday and the Headmaster had summoned them to his office to discuss ways of introducing Athyr to the school. He had mentioned in the note they had received that he had the perfect plan.

"Ah welcome welcome," the headmaster greeted the group that filed into his office. "Tea anyone, lemon drop." The headmaster offered everyone a confection and then sat down behind his desk and pulled out a few sheets of parchment.

"Now," he began, "I think I've found the perfect way to introduce Athyr to the school as a regular student." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "Since Voldemort has fallen, the Ministry feels that it is appropriate that we reinstate the student exchange program."

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Well, at one time Hogwarts was the home for six or more students from different wizarding schools around the world for one school year. It fosters good inter-school relations in the wizarding world, Harry. Since the program is going to be reinstated for Hogwarts that means that we can have Athyr take the place of one of the students. I've already spoken to Minister Weasley and he's approved Athyr's acceptance as a student from Egypt. We've also already gotten the letters of acceptance from the other students that will be coming here from around the world. In exchange for five new students coming here, five Hogwarts students will be going to the schools that we get students from. Those students have already been informed and will be leaving for their schools in a few days. Likewise the exchange students will be arriving the day before the normal Hogwart's students return.

"All we need to do now is get personal information set up on Athyr and sent it in to the ministry so that they can put together a student profile for you. Once that is done you'll be an official student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"So what information do you need from me?" Athyr asked. She was glad that Dumbledore had come up with a way of hiding her true identity. The fewer people who knew her real self the better. She wasn't really concerned about the people that had attended Harry's birthday party. Assuming that since they were friends of Harry's that they could keep a secret if needed. She said as much to Harry and Draco and agreed that letters should be sent out immediately to them regarding such.

"To start we need your full name, date of birth and your parents names," the headmaster informed her.

"Okay, I don't really have a full name, but here's one that you can give them and I'll use it from now on. My full name will be Athyr Lamia Sekhmet (AN: See I used that name after all). I was born on the eleventh day of the eleventh month... November 11 if I am not mistaken, since I will be 17 that makes it the year 1980. As for my parents names, I can give you the name of my mother, but I don't know the name of my father, I have never known," Athyr said quietly with downcast eyes. "Truth be told I'm not sure if he even exists, my mother never spoke of him and I didn't ask. However, her name was Isis, named so after the great goddess; I would assume that giving her the same last name as I would be appropriate."

As Athyr spoke, Dumbledore jotted down the information she gave. When she was finished the headmaster rolled up the parchment and sealed it. Calling to his phoenix, Fawkes, he attached the information and sent him of with instructions to give the message to Minister Weasley.

"What else do you need, professor?" Athyr asked.

"At the moment that will do, however, a few professors would like a little of your time. Am I correct if I make the assumption that you understand ancient Egyptian?"

"Yes, as well as Sumerian, French and Greek."

"Well if you don't mind Professor Snape has been most anxious in having you translate a few texts for him. The other professors are more than willing to wait, but Severus would like to get it done before school starts, so if you don't mind."

"Of course not, I'll head down right now and see what texts he has," Athyr, Harry and Draco stood and left the headmaster's office.

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Mumbling something about 'greasy git,' Harry and Draco led Athyr down to the dungeons and to the Slytherin dorms. Draco explained how he and Harry were in separate houses and that they were situated on opposite sides of the castle.

"So how exactly do you meet up for dates and such?" Athyr asked. "Since there's a curfew and you can't go into the forest, when do you get a chance to spend time together."

Harry and Draco smirked at one another and then turned to face Athyr. "Well its not that we can't be out after hours its just," Harry began.

"Important that you don't get caught roaming around after hours," Draco finished.

"Well I don't see why you can't just walk around freely," Athyr argued. "It's not as if you won't find ways to meet up anyway."

"Yes, Miss Athyr, but we professors like to believe that in policing the activities of our young charges we are able to keep after hour incidents to a minimal," Professor Snape's voice greeted them from the painting a few feet ahead. "Now if you don't mind, gentlemen, I don't believe that Athyr will be needing you to hold her hand as she reads through a few books for me. I'll return her to you when we're done." This said the professor ushered the young witch into his rooms and let the frame close behind him, effectively sealing out the two young wizards.

"Well I guess that's that," Harry murmured and grabbing Draco's hand he lead him out of the dungeons and into the sunshine of Hogwart's outdoors.

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Three hours later, Athyr's throat was dry, her eyes were cracking and her ribs hurt. The first two were the result of reading one too many texts and the latter was from laughing at the potion master's response to a few of the older Egyptian potions that she had described for him. The man was horribly repressed. Athyr could not understand the need to deny ones sexuality to the extent that he did. Several of the potions in the books that she had translated were of a sexual nature; everything from simple lubrication potions to aphrodisiacs to fertility potions were contained in the scrolls and parchments that the professor had. There had been one potion in particular that she cautioned the professor about.

It was a very powerful love potion, but thankfully the key ingredient would be difficult to come by, simply put because it was Athyr's blood. Blood magic, even from 5000 years previous was powerful and dangerous magic to be had, and a love potion made from the blood of a goddess who represented love in its many forms was doubly so. Athyr had explained the making and uses of the potion, but cautioned the potions master about attempting to make the potion, because even without the use of her blood it would be a powerful aphrodisiac that took quite a while to wear off.

Athyr found herself near the lake and took off her shoes and walked along the edge admiring the shoreline. She spotted a tree and was about to go sit in front of it, but as she rounded the front of the tree she was met with two wizards attempting to swallow one another's tongue.

She cleared her throat lightly and laughed as Harry and Draco sprang apart. Then going with impulse she did something she had been wanting to do all day. Leaning over she kissed first Draco on the lips and then Harry. Returning to her standing position she marveled at the combination of the two. Their taste buzzed through her senses and she licked her lips to try and capture the flavor again.

"You two taste wonderful," she said and then turned and headed back towards the castle, all thoughts of admiring the coming sunset gone.

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By Saturday the three teens were climbing the walls and Sirius and Remus banished them to Diagon Alley to pick up their equipment for school. Hermione and Ron were once again waiting and the group ventured out into the alley, which seemed to be even more crowded than earlier that summer.

It only took a little while to gather their materials and before the group knew it they were saying their goodbyes and flooing away to their respective homes.

Back at Hogwarts, there was one more meeting with the Headmaster to finalize all of Athyr's information. She registered both her sistrum and wand and all of the professors signed off on her completion of the courses required to be a seventh year student at Hogwarts. All that was left was the sorting.

"Since there will be five other seventh year students who need to be sorted I think it would be best if you waited to try on the hat during the welcoming ceremony, Athyr," the Headmaster explained after careful consideration. Harry and Draco were disappointed because they had been looking forward to seeing which house Athyr would end up in. Harry was certain it would by Gryffindor and Draco, of course, cast in his lot in favor of his own house. In fact, the boys had waged a bet on that very thing. Athyr was more than happy to wait seeing as she wouldn't be the only older student being sorted into one of the four Hogwarts houses.

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Sunday evening came and the Hogwarts students had begun filing into the Great Hall. Athyr had been separated from her two companions for the first time since she had arrived and she now sat in an anteroom off the Great Hall waiting for the other exchanges students to enter.

Suddenly the door opened and five students wearing robes in varying colors and styles trouped in. She stood to welcome the group and Professor Snape followed them in and made introductions.

"Everyone this is Athyr Sekhmet from the Dendera Temple in Egypt," Snape said. "She will be sorted along with you this evening into one of the four house of Hogwarts. Athyr," he turned to her and gestured to each of the students as he spoke their names, "these are the exchange students from around the world. They are, Skye Atherton," this student was a blue eyed elvin faced girl with chin-length black hair, "she's from the Salem Academy in the US. Aoshi Shindou (AN: If you can guess what two animes I pulled this name from I'll dedicate the next chappie to you)," A lean wizard with obsidian eyes and black hair with, ~are those pink streaks?~ Athyr thought to herself, "from Sagai Academy in Japan." Professor Snape motioned for the two students he had mentioned to step bacd thd the remaining three came forward. "Nikolaus Stanilapolous from the Athena Temple in Greece," this wizard was shorter than Athyr and hid a pair of startling violet eyes behind a huge pair of glasses. His brown hair was curly and had been pushed hastily behind his ears. Nodding, he looked at Athyr quickly before stepping back.

"Over here we have Adair Beckwith from Queensland School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," this young man rivaled Ron and height, but appeared to be stockier and gave Athyr a easy smile and a soft, 'good day mate,' before moving to join the rest of the already introduced group. "And finally we have," Professor Snape began only to be interrupted by the final student.

"No need, professor, I will introduce myself," this was said with a heavy Spanish accent. The owner of said voice could easily have been related to Draco in terms of arrogance and stature. His hair was slicked back into a ponytail and his skin was a burnished gold. He looked Athyr over and smiled into her eyes, not bothering to hide the lust there. "I am Santiago Raimondo from Villa Nova in Spain. And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met," he added on quietly as he stepped closer to Athyr, "You must permit me to learn more about you... in a more private fashion." Athyr would have laughed if it were not obvious that the wizard were serious. He had already taken her hand in his and bent and placed a kiss on her wrist; she was sure that she felt his teeth nip her skin as well.

The young goddess wanted to be appalled by his behavior, but only raised her brow at his overly sensual display of manliness.

"I'm sure that we will get to know one another... one way or the other," she responded and pulled her hand from his proprietary grasp.

"Well," Professor Snape sniffed, "I'll just leave you six to get further acquainted. The ceremony for the first years should be over in a few minutes. When it is your turn I will return for you." With that the miffed potions professors swept out of the room, leaving Athyr with five other students, one who was already lusting after her.

When the door closed solidly behind the professor, Athyr and the other students eyed one another. Finally, a soft voice asked, "Where is the Dendera Temple in Egypt?"

Athyr was surprised that Nikolaus had been the first to speak. But she didn't hesitate with her answer. "Dendera is an island ted ted at the mouth of the Nile River Valley, the island itself is surrounded with wards that prevent it from being seen as well as keeping the wizarding world from coming on to the isle. The temple itself is several millenia old, and only women are allowed in it as well as on the island," Athyr explained this calmly. She figured that telling lies to people who could be potential friends wasn't the best policy, so she had decided that a series of half-truths would be more appropriate.

From her response she had appeased the inquisitive Greek student, but another question was fired at her immediately. "So how did you get an invite to come to Hogwarts for the student exchange program?" This came from the American student, Skye. She didn't send off friendly vibes at all in Athyr's direction. In fact, Athyr felt nothing, but hostility from her. She frowned, but answered as truthfully as she could.

"After my mother died I left the island and met up with a friend from her past. After meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore he told me about the program and insisted that I take the time to come to Hogwarts for the year and complete my education. I accepted his offer."

"And we are happy that you did," Santiago said from behind Athyr. "Otherwise you would never have had the opportunity to meet me," he gushed.

"Yes and we all know what a hardship that would be," Skye griped. Athyr had to smile, it looked as if the year was shaping up to be very interesting.

She was about to asked Adair about his school in Australia when the door opened and Professor Snape re-entered the room. "It’s time for your sorting."

The six students filed into one line and out the door and into the Great Hall.

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Harry strained his neck to see down the table to see Athyr when she walked into the Great Hall. The first years had been sorted but the Sorting Hat remained on the stool ready to be tried on by the six exchange students. He had seen Professor Snape leave his chair at the Head Table and go back to the door that led to the room where the exchange students were being kept.

When the line of students entered the hall all of the chattering at the surrounding tables halted and the Hogwarts students looked over the new students that would be entering their halls. Athyr entered next to last and was followed by some slick Spaniard. He followed behind her a little to closely for Harry's taste. The young wizard narrowed his gaze when the male reached down and whispered something close to Athyr's ear causing her to laugh.

"Harry... Harry!" Hermione whispered and nudged her friend. Harry jerked out of his reverie and looked across the table at his friend. "Wha--?"

"The look you're giving the guy behind Athyr is not one of happy relations between schools, Harry," Hermione admonished. "He's just being friendly."

"Yeah," Harry groused. He looked over Hermione's shoulder to the Slytherin table and caught Draco's eye. The two shared a moment where facial expressions more than intimated what they felt about the scene taking place at the front of the Hall.

They broke off eye contact when the Headmaster stood and began to address the students of the Hall.

"This year we here at Hogwarts are happy to announce the return of the student exchange program. You may notice that a few of your fellow classmates are missing. They have been exchanged for the students before you. To make them feel more welcome we will now sort them into the appropriate houses and we hope that you will show them the ways of Hogwarts."

That said the first student was called to sit on the stool. "Skye Atherton," Professor McGonagall read from the scroll. The young girl sat in the chair and after a few moments of contemplation the hat announced "Gryffindor!"

This same process followed and the Hat sorted the Greek student into Ravenclaw, the Aussie into Hufflepuff and the Asian student into Slytherin before the professor finally called out, "Athyr Sekhmet." Harry and Draco sat up straighter and looked down the hall trying to gauge her reaction to having the Sorting Hat put on her head. Harry wondered if she would be able to have a conversation with the hat like he did during his sorting...

On the stool Athyr looked out at the many faces of the Hogwarts students. She wasn't sure what to expect, even after watching the hat be placed on the other students' heads she was still a little wary about the whole sorting process. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and she immediately heard a voice talking to her.

"Well, well, well, I haven't been one a head with this many memories in... ever." Athyr could tell she was frowning and the hat chuckled at her bristling, "Not to worry I won't be going through those. Let's see what do we have hear... courage, right enough, and heart... lots of heart. Ah, here is something else, love for one, no, wait two men. And fear, a protective instinct," the hat seemed to be pulling to the forefront the parts of Athyr's soul that she had kept hidden, even from herself and voicing them aloud. She wanted to take the hat off, to not know that her heart was already in love with Harry and Draco. But as she prepared to remove the hat it seemed to make its decision and shouted out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

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Athyr sat next to Harry who was smirking over at Draco. Santiago had been sorted into Slytherin and now sat ensconced amongst the students there. Athyr breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't been place in her house. ~That's all I need, a love-sick Spaniard following me around,~ she thought to herself.

Dinner had begun after the Headmaster had given the appropriate warnings about the Forbidden Forest and such. Athyr had already been briefed on rules and regulations for the school so hearing them again only reiterated the meaning behind them. Shrugging she began to focus in on the conversations around her.

Hermione and Ron were arguing about the American student who had been sorted into their house.

"Come on Hermione it's just criminal, I mean, I understand that she's from America and all, but what do they do for fun, if they don't play Quidditch?" Ron seemed horrified by the thought of a wizarding school where Quidditch wasn't played.

"Well its true, I was looking up some of the wizarding Universities on the WWW (Wizarding Wide Web) and I discovered that across the pond they don't play Quidditch. Instead, they talent competitions where they hone their ability to fit in with the Muggle society there."

"Sounds like a bunch of rubbish to me," Ron pouted.

"Trust me, a talent show is not rubbish, not in the least," a voice put in from a few feet down the table. Skye's blue eyes flashed. "Talent shows, give students the opportunity to show how well we can function in the Muggle world. You can't always use magic, you know?"

"Maybe we should try one of those here at Hogwarts this year. It would be a great way to show our welcome to the new students." Hermione had already pulled out a parchment and quill and was taking copious notes about the supposed event. Hermione had broken off her conversation with Ron in favor of picking the young American witch's brain.

Shrugging Ron turned to Seamus on his other side and struck up a conversation about the finer points of the past summer's Quidditch championships.

Athyr leaned over to Harry who was watching her with an amused expression and asked, "Are meals always like this with your house?"

"Of course they are, it’s a rare day when Gryffindor house has a quiet meal. We're a boisterous group and we have fun and have a lot in common with one another."

"What about the other houses, are they just as loud?"

"Well, of the four houses I would have to say that Hufflepuff is the loudest. They love to party and are loyal to a fault. As long as everything's going smooth they're okay. Ravenclaw is more about analyzing the goings on of a situation; Slytherin," Harry looked over at Draco's table which was quieter than the others, "is the more ambitious of the houses, which is why they have the reputation for being conniving and untrustworthy. But its not like they don't try to live up to their reputation either," he frowned as he said this and Athyr looked at Harry and then across the hall to Slytherin table and immediately saw red.

Some girl, had draped herself over Draco, who was trying to extricate himself from her grasp. Athyr's eyes narrowed as she took in the shiny, straight brown hair and the dull eyes that smirked up into Draco's face. Her face heated and a new feeling swept through her; ~is this jealousy?~ Athyr thought to herself. She would have shot out of her seat and over to Draco's table had Harry not grasped her hand and held her down.

"That would be Pansy Parkinson; she imagines herself in love with Draco and is delusional enough to believe that he feels the same way about her," Harry explained to the very jealous goddess. When the young girls hand reach up to caress D's c's cheek, Athyr nearly lost it completely. Suddenly, there was a growl and a shriek from the table. A very large black panther lay on the table directly in front of Draco, and while the blond wondered how the nundu had gotten out of the painting, Pansy was having a fit in his arms trying to get away. She literally jumped several feet away from Draco and backed into the wall behind her. The nundu looked at her with very bright gold eyes and roared in her direction before shimmering away.

When the uproar in the Hall had died down, the headmaster, chuckled and explained that perhaps Miss Parkinson would do well to find some other male to press her intentions upon. The girl shakily made her way to her seat and looking over at the Gryffindor table let out a small whimper when she met the same golden eyes of the large panther before in the gaze of one Athyr Sekhmet.

"That's some jealous streak you've got there, Athyr," Harry murmured in her ear before settling down to eat dinner.

"I didn't know I had one until someone touched something that belongs to me," she responded. She looked away from the girl now cowering in her chair and over to Draco who met her gaze head on. "Thanks," he mouthed to her. "Always," she mouthed back. The idea of someone being that jealous frightened Harry, but then he remembered his earlier feelings about the young wizard that appeared to be interested in Athyr and he understood.

Draco tore himself away from Athyr's gaze and looked at his plate. He had never seen her anger directed towards anyone other than Ra before and he was comforted in the fact that she had deep enough feelings for him that the thought of another woman touching him brought it to the surface. ~She feels more for me and Harry than I think she's willing to admit,~ he thought to himself before beginning his own meal, fingering the swath of silk in his pocket.

AN: YAY!!! Another chappie finished. And it only took two weeks... I swear, I'm giving up on trying to make these chapters short, it's too difficult. Maybe I'll just settle for a manageable length. That should be good enough. Don't forget to hit that review button and tell me what you think. Laterz
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