I made my way onto the train at Platform 9 ¾. This was going to be my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I was beyond excited. I walked along the train, the Hogwarts Express, looking in at the different compartments. Everywhere, however, was full. I continued walking until I saw a compartment that two boys were in. One had black hair with round black spectacles, and the other had bright ginger hair, like me. They looked like first years too. I stood at the door and cleared my throat.

"Sorry, but do you mind if I sit in here? There's nowhere else to sit."

The boy with the black hair looked at me kindly. "Of course not, please sit," He said gesturing towards the seat next to the ginger haired boy.

I introduced myself, nearly forgetting my manners, "I'm Allison Jones. It's lovely to meet both of you."

The boy beside me introduced himself after, "Ronald Weasley, and it's nice to meet you too Allison." Ah, a Weasley. That would explain the ginger hair.

I blushed at him calling me Allison, "Oh, please Ronald. Call me Allie! My mother only ever calls me Allison whenever I'm in trouble."

He smiled slightly, "Then, call me Ron."

I nodded in acceptance. I turned towards the other boy who was looking at us, listening to our conversation. "And you are?" I asked him.

"I'm Harry Potter," He answered. I looked at him like he had three heads and was shooting fire out of his eyes.

"Are you really? So, those rumours are true. It's such a pleasure to meet you, Harry," I said, astonished, especially since I just met 'The Boy Who Lived.' My mother had told me all about him, and his parents. Sad story really.

I was brought back from my thoughts after he said, "You too, Allie." I smiled at him.

Harry was about to say something else, but he was stopped by a plump woman standing at the door to our compartment. She had a huge cart filled with candy.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" She asked us, kindly.

Ron was the first to speak up, "No thanks, I'm all set." I just simply shook my head at her.

Harry looked at the both of us, and then turned towards the lady, "We'll take the lot." He dug his hand into his pocket and brought out enough money to buy the actual train!

Ron and I looked at each other, "Whoa!"

The lady then started to unload all the sweets onto the seats of the compartment. Ron moved over beside Harry, to make us have more room for the sweets to be spread out among us. We all picked up something and began eating. I picked up a packet of drew balls, whilst Ron was chewing on a gummy snake.

"Bertie Botts Every-Flavour Beans?" Harry asked curiously, with the box of the beans in his hand.

Ron looked at him briefly, "They mean every flavour!"

I nodded my head in agreement, "Yeah, there's chocolate and peppermint... They're my favourite."

"And there's also spinach, liver and tripe," Ron continued, "George swore he got a bogey flavoured one once."

I shuddered at the thought but then remembered of the one I got a few months ago, "I once got a vomit flavoured on. It was disgusting."

Harry, who was chewing at a bean, made a disgusted face and slowly took the bean he was eating out of his mouth. He then picked up a Chocolate Frog, "These aren't real frogs, are they?"

I giggled at him, "No, it's just a spell."

"Besides, it's the cards you want! Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I've got about five hundred me-self," Ron said whilst in the middle of eating a white chocolate mouse.

Harry opened the box and the frog jumped out of it and onto the window. Ron shouted after it, "Watch it!" However the frog made its way up to the opening at the window and jumped straight out of the train.

"Ugh, that's rotten that. They've only got one good jump in them to begin with," Ron stated.

Harry took the card from the box and his face glowed with pure delight, "I've got Dumbledore!" I sighed. I've gotten loads of the cards too, but Dumbledore was one of the one's that I had no luck in finding.

"I've got about six of him," Ron answered back, biting into yet another gummy snake.

I looked at him, "Can you give me one of them? I'll trade you with one of mine."

He smiled, "Yeah, sure. You don't have Bathilda Bagshot, do you?" I nodded and give him the card. He told me that he would give me a Dumbledore card when he had his card pack with him.

Harry looked back at his card for a moment and looked up at us, "Hey, he's gone!"

I laughed slightly at this, "Well, you don't expect him to stick around all day, do you?"

He laughed along with me, until we both heard what sounded like a squeak.

"This is Scabbers, by the way," Ron said, pointing to the rat that was sitting on his lap. Its head was in a small box of Every-Flavour beans. It looked as though he was having a little nap. "Pathetic, isn't he?" Ron asked.

Harry gave a half-hearted smile, "Just a little bit."

Ron smiled back, "Fred gave me a spell that can turn him yellow. Want to see?"

Harry and I grinned, "Yeah!"

Ron picked up his wand and cleared his throat, "Sunshine..."

He was stopped as a girl came into the compartment panting a little. It looked as though she had run around the whole train looking for something.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one," She finally spoke.

Harry, Ron and I looked at each other and shrugged, "No."

The girl nodded and was about to leave when she must have caught a glimpse of Ron gripping onto his wand, "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then."

Ron looked at us again, and cleared his throat, "Sunshine, daisies, butter, mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" With a flick of his wand, Scabbers got hit by the 'spell', but it rebounded and only awoke the poor rat. Ron glanced up at Harry and I with a face that said, 'It was supposed to work.' Harry and I just shrugged at him once again.

The girl then gave a little laugh, "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me." She took her wand out of her robes and walked over and sat beside me, facing Harry. "For example," She said, and pointed her wand at Harry's face, "Occulous Repairo." With a swish of her wand, the small tape that was wrapped around the rim of Harry's glasses disappeared. Harry took his glasses off and examined them, as they were broken before and now looked as good as new.

"That's better, isn't it?" The girl asked. Harry exchanged amazement glances with both Ron and I. "Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And you are?" She asked looking at me and Ron.

"I'm Allie Jones," I said sticking my hand out for her to shake, which she did gladly.

"Lovely to meet you, Allie." She then turned to Ron.

"Ron Weasley," Ron introduced himself, his mouth full of sweets.

Hermione looked at him with disgust written all over her face, "Pleasure. You three better change into your robes, I expect we'll be arriving soon."

She got up off her seat and made her way out of the door, but she came bounding back, "You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know?" She asked Ron, "Just there," She pointed to wear the dirt was on his face. Ron turned the deepest shade of red, and began rubbing at his nose. And with that, she walked away.

We all sat in silence for a while until I broke it by getting up, "I'm going to the bathroom to change. I'll see you both in a few minutes."

I made my way out of the compartment and down towards the bathroom. I was very nervous at the thought of going to Hogwarts; it made me very nervous. I was wondering what all my classes were going to be like and the teachers too. But, the one thing that made me very curious was what house I was going to be sorted into. Gryffindor like my mother, or Slytherin like my father.