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A Downward Spiral, Ch. 1 (potentially 1/1)

AN: So… a couple people have expressed interest at seeing my OCs in the HP universe, and I kinda wanted to write this anyway, so I wrote. I don't plan to continue this unless there's a decent amount of people interested (and, preferably, willing to give me feedback), but I figured I might as well just post this bit. So… read, enjoy, don't enjoy, whatever, and let me know what you think. Kitty out.

Chapter One: The Sorting

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had gotten transfer students in the past, but in spite of its reputation as the best magical school in Europe, the number of transfers decreased each passing year. There was, Harry knew, a Tibetan Seventh Year in Ravenclaw who had transferred in the same year that Harry, Ron, and Arthur Weasley's Ford Anglia were introduced to the Whomping Willow, but he had only come because his family had moved and there was no other school for him to go to. According to Hermione, he was fond of telling people that his previous school hadn't had stairs that tried to get you hopelessly lost or a forest with things that wanted you dead.

This year, however, there were twelve. Perhaps a dead student and an allegedly insane headmaster brought more positive attention than anyone had realized, for all of the students looked happy to be there. Well, most of them did – two of them seemed to be scowling at nothing in particular, two others had expressions that were very difficult for Harry to decipher, and one looked like he had a particularly nasty headache.

The most noticeable thing about them was their hair. Most of them had fairly regularly colored hair – from red to black to brown to blonde – but there were a few who just looked strange. One girl, who was bouncing on the balls of her feet and chattering away, had bright pink hair (quite clearly dyed the muggle way, as Harry could see dark brown roots even from the Gryffindor table). The boy who looked like he had a headache had shocking blue hair that fell to his chin. He met Harry's gaze and gave him a tired grin, at which point Harry realized that the boy's eyes were as red as the redheaded girl's hair (interestingly, said redhead had blue eyes that were the same shade as blue-haired boy's hair). Another girl's hair, which Harry had initially thought to be a very pale blonde, was pure white, as was her skin. Her eyes were pale as well, and Harry had to squint to confirm that they were blue. The strangest of all was a rather heavy girl who had dyed her hair in more different colors than Harry had even realized existed.

A couple of the others, despite having normal hair, also stood out. One of the boys had curly auburn hair, blue-green eyes, and freckles, which were all normal, but he was easily the tallest of the transfers, and possibly the tallest person in the room period, thanks to Hagrid's rather noticeable absence. The shortest member of the group, a dark-skinned girl with short black hair and piercing green eyes, had an enormous scar on the left half of her face, starting just above her eyebrow and going all the way down the side of her cheek. Despite how obviously devastating the injury must have been, the girl seemed to be able to see just fine. She must know a really good Healer, Harry thought.

"Odd…" Hermione murmured beside him. Ron blinked.

"The hair?" he asked.

"Well, yes, that," Hermione admitted. "But I meant the gender ratio." Harry and Ron exchanged glances, and Hermione sighed. "There are nine girls and only three boys," she explained. "From what I've heard, schools that send transfer students usually try to have an equal number of boys and girls, yet this school sent three times the amount of girls as they did boys."

"Maybe they're from different schools," Harry suggested. He wouldn't have been surprised if there was an all-girls school for magic somewhere in the world – people mistook Beauxbatons for one all the time. Ron shook his head.

"Nah, mate," he replied. "They told us on the train. One school, twelve transfers."

"They're all in our year," Hermione added. "That was the age group they felt could handle it – younger students weren't ready to be so far away for so long, and older students have exams to study for."

"Which school are they from?" Dean Thomas asked, leaning over towards them.

"'Central Academy for the Magical Arts', I believe," Hermione told him. "'CAMA' for short. I don't know which country it's in – it's a very secretive school, actually. I've been told that you don't apply; the school chooses potential students and sends them invitations. There's a joke that the school's motto is "We're watching you". A student came up with it, and the administrative staff thought it was funny, so most people know that motto instead of the real one."

"Any idea what the real motto is?" Harry wondered. Hermione just shook her head, hushing them as Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.

"As I'm sure you've all noticed," the Transfiguration teacher began, "we have several transfer students this year, from Central Academy for the Magical Arts. I trust you will treat them with respect and ensure that they experience a wonderful year here at Hogwarts." She gave them all a very pointed look, before withdrawing a scroll from the sleeve of her robe. "Fukuhara, Kotomi."

The rainbow-haired girl yelped at the sound of her name and quickly trotted over to the Hat.

"I just put it on?" she asked, uncertain. McGonagall nodded, giving her a small smile. The pink-haired girl clapped happily.

"Ganbatte, Kotomi-chan!" she called out. The tall boy swatted at her.

"We're in Scotland, Mai," he grumbled. "Speak English like everyone else." Mai blinked.

"Oh. Right. Good luck, Kotomi!" she cheered. "We're rooting for you!"

"You can't fail the Sorting," Hermione mumbled.

"How much you wanna bet the pink-haired one goes to Hufflepuff?" Ron asked, grinning. Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the Sorting Hat shouted. Ron jumped, before realizing that the Sorting Hat had not, in fact, overheard their conversation and was instead Sorting the person whose head it was sitting on. The rainbow-haired girl handed the Hat back to McGonagall and made her way to the yellow and black table.

"Gomi, Katsuya!" The tall auburn-haired boy walked up to the Hat, but paused before putting it on.

"You got my letter, right, Ma'am?" he asked. "The one about my name–"

"We received it, Mr. Katsuya," McGonagall assured him, smiling slightly. The boy sighed, relieved.

"Thank you, Ma'am – ah, I mean, Professor." McGonagall nodded, and Katsuya sat down on the stool. The Sorting Hat sat there for a few seconds, and then–

"RAVENCLAW!" the Hat bellowed. The other transfers clapped along with the Ravenclaw table.

"That's the smart House, right?" he asked. A round girl with dirty blonde hair pulled into a braid nodded.

"That's it," she confirmed. The tall boy laughed.

"Looks like we won't be in the same House, Mai," he said to the pink-haired girl.

"Katsu-chan, that's mean!" she pouted, but Harry could see she was fighting off a smile. "Go sit with the other smart people and leave this dumbass alone!" Most of the transfers snickered a bit at that, and Katsuya walked over to the Ravenclaw table, sitting down across from Luna Lovegood, who gave him a polite smile before going back to reading The Quibbler upside-down.

"Hojo, Mikasa!" The girl with the braid blanched at the sound of her name, and the pink-haired girl put a comforting hand on her shoulder, whispering something. One of the other blondes, a girl with blue-gray eyes, beamed encouragingly. The Hat spent exactly two seconds on Mikasa's head before bellowing out the name of her House.

"RAVENCLAW!" The girl with the braid rushed over to the Ravenclaw table, seating herself next to Katsuya. She looked relieved to be out of the spotlight.

"Paku, Hana!" Another blonde-haired girl, this one wearing glasses, walked up to the stool. Her skirt was longer than the standard uniform, Harry noticed, but she was also one of the only girls who had actually bothered wearing a skirt at all – the other three being Mikasa, Kotomi, and the dark-skinned girl with the large scar. The rest of the girls were all wearing pants. Hana was on the stool for nearly a minute before the Hat made its decision.

"RAVENCLAW!" Hana smiled, carefully placing the Hat back on the stool, before sitting down across from Mikasa and Katsuya.

"Shindou, Akiko!" the blonde girl who'd encouraged Mikasa walked up to the stool, snatched up the Hat, and placed it on her head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the Hat bellowed almost immediately. The pink-haired girl cheered wildly, as Akiko skipped over to the rainbow-haired girl and sat down.

"Sora!" Professor McGonagall called out, before frowning. The white-haired girl seemed to glide towards the stool. "I'm sorry, but the list doesn't seem to have your surname," McGonagall told her, looking rather puzzled.

"I have none," the white-haired girl said. Her voice was soft, but she didn't seem at all uncomfortable. The redhaired girl laughed.

"Might as well give her ours!" she yelled, elbowing the blue-haired boy. "She'll have it soon enough anyway!" Sora's cheeks turned pink, and the blue-haired boy blushed an interesting shade of red.

"Shut up, Niko," he hissed. "Please ignore my sister, Professor." McGonagall's lips twitched into a smile, and Sora placed the Hat on her head.

"RAVENCLAW!" the Hat called after a moment. Ron groaned.

"Are any of them planning to go somewhere besides Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?" he grumbled. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"We're only halfway done, Ron," she reminded him.

"Stonefield, Hector!" a dark-skinned boy with dark brown dreadlocks walked up to the podium. The pink-haired girl clapped for him as she had for the others, but he glowered at her.

"Cut that out," he snapped. The pink-haired girl frowned.

"Just trying to be friendly," she mumbled.

"Well be friendly with someone who doesn't hate you," he sneered. The pink-haired girl sighed dramatically.

"Rude," she said, drawing out the 'u' sound. "Oh, by the way, my therapist told me that I should start sleeping with a knife in case you try to kill me in my sleep again."

"Good," Hector said darkly. "But ultimately, useless. One of these days, you'll wake up on fire." Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances.

"Slytherin?" Ron asked. The other two nodded. Hector gave the pink-haired girl one last glare before walking up to the stool. When he turned, Harry realized that one of his dreadlocks had been dyed yellow.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat called. Ron's jaw dropped.

"Well," said Hermione faintly. "So much for stereotypes." Hector seemed to have heard them, for he paused behind Ron on his way to the end of the bench.

"I'm not a serial killer," he told them, looking almost amused. "I just really hate her." He jerked his head towards the pink-haired girl.

"Enough that she thinks you might kill her in her sleep?" Hermione asked skeptically. Hector shrugged.

"She'd deserve it, if I did," he said. "But she already sleeps with a knife, so she was lying just then." He walked to the end of the table and sat down across from Neville, who smiled nervously at him.

"Sutra, Jaren!" the blue-haired boy walked forward. He had stopped rubbing his temples, so Harry assumed his headache was gone now. He glanced at all the tables, searching out his friends, before sitting down and donning the Sorting Hat.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the Hat cried after a moment. Jaren grinned and nearly ran over to the rainbow-haired girl, high-fiving Akiko as he passed her.

"Sutra, Nikolai!" the redhaired girl pounded her fist into her hand, grinned, and stepped up.

"Let's do this," she hissed.

"It's not a fight, you imbecile," the dark-skinned girl said, rolling her eyes. Nikolai swung around, lip curling.

"You wanna go, bitch?" she snarled. McGonagall frowned.

"Language, Ms. Sutra," she reprimanded. Nikolai blinked.

"Huh? Oh, shit– I mean, sorry, Professor." She looked a little embarrassed, but turned back to face the dark-skinned girl. "You wanna go, midget?"

"Insulting my height makes you seem unintelligent and gives the impression that you are an insecure person with violent, unstable tendencies." The dark-skinned girl responded coolly. "In fact–" the pink-haired girl cleared her throat.

"Guys," she interrupted. "Maybe don't do this in public?" Nikolai scowled, and stomped over to the Hat, jamming it on her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat roared. Giving the dark-skinned girl one more angry look, the redhead walked over to Hector and sat down across from him, next to Neville.

"Hi," Neville said, awkwardly.

"Yo," Nikolai grumbled, still frowning.

"It was rude of her to interrupt your conversation," Hector said suddenly. "I–"

"We're not killing Mai because she stopped us from fighting in the middle of the hall," Nikolai said flatly. Hector looked rather put out. "I hope they hurry this up," she added. "I'm starving."

"Takahashi, Emi!" a girl with brown curls that fell to her shoulders, nearly as short as the dark-skinned girl Nikolai had been arguing with, beamed and walked up to the stool. She took off her own cap to put on the Hat, and sat there for almost ten seconds before the Hat made its call.

"GRYFFINDOR!" it roared. The girl grinned happily, making a beeline for the Gryffindor table. Harry noticed that she made no effort at all to sit near Hector and Nikolai, simply nodding at them as she passed.

"Togami, Kagura!" the short dark-skinned girl with the large scar walked up to the Hat.

"Mysterious short person with bright green eyes and a facial disfigurement," Ron mused. "Sounds familiar."

"Ron!" Hermione hissed, but it was obvious that she was trying not to smile.

"What exactly does the Hat do?" she asked McGonagall, eyeing the Hat suspiciously.

"The Hat looks inside your head and decides which House best fits you." The professor explained. "It will not speak of what it sees to anyone, nor will it have any adverse effects." Kagura stared at the Hat for a few more moments, before nodding and seating herself upon the stool. She sat there with the Hat on her head, and the rest of the school watched her. Further down the Gryffindor table, Harry heard the redheaded girl snort in exasperation.

"'Course the runt would take forever," she grumbled, scowling up at the girl she'd been arguing with earlier. Across from her, Hector smirked.

"SLYTHERIN!" the Hat roared after nearly four minutes. As the dark-skinned girl walked to the Slytherin table, her eyes met Harry's once more, and she gave him a small nod. McGonagall cleared her throat.

"Wakaba, Mai!" she called. The pink-haired girl practically squealed, bouncing up to the Sorting Hat. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Hector's smirk fade into a scowl. Mai spun in a circle, and plopped herself down on the stool. She twirled the Hat in her hand, winked at the rest of the school, and slipped the Hat over her head.

Surprisingly, the Hat did not make an immediate decision. After a few moments, Mai's leg was bouncing slightly, but her smile hadn't changed a bit. And then–

"SLYTHERIN!" the Hat screamed. Ron choked.

"What?" he almost yelped. The Slytherins, Harry noticed, also seemed rather surprised. None of the transfers shared the sentiment, most of them either nodding or grinning as they clapped for their friend.

"Glad I didn't accept that bet?" Harry asked Ron, smirking. Ron punched him, and Hermione smiled, shaking her head. The pink-haired girl leapt up, gave a dramatic Shakespearean-esque bow, and skipped over to the Slytherin table. She sat down across from Kagura, who greeted her with another small nod.

"Stereotypes," Hermione reminded Ron smugly. He scoffed.

"I didn't see you two arguing," he muttered. Harry shrugged. In truth, he had expected the pink-haired girl to be a Hufflepuff as well, and Hermione likely had thought something similar.

"It's not surprising that you thought that," Emi Takahashi commented from a few seats down. "But your friend is right; you don't really know us well enough to judge."

"Sorry," Harry said, grinning sheepishly. She shrugged and grinned back. Harry turned his attention to the teachers' table as Headmaster Dumbledore began to speak.

***

At the Hufflepuff table, Kotomi Fukuhara took a quick survey of her fellow transfers. Jaren and Akiko, two people who didn't interact that often but had a few things in common, were making small talk next to her. At the Gryffindor table, Nikolai and Hector were talking – likely making sarcastic quips towards each other – and Emi was chattering with the boy across from her. At the Ravenclaw table, Hana and Katsuya greeting their new Housemates while Mikasa buried her nose in a book. At the Slytherin table, Kagura was listening (or, at the very least, pretending to listen) to Mai's rambling.

Well, Kotomi thought to herself, at the very least, this will be interesting.

AN: So… that's that. Lemme know if I should continue it or whatever. I could do a bunch of oneshots for different parts of the year, or I could just turn this into a full-fledged story. And yes, this takes place in Harry's fifth year, because that's the most fun to write. Kitty out.

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