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The President's Daughter

Chapter 1:

I looked up as I traveled through the barrier onto the platform, a smirk began to slowly crawl onto my face. This was going to be an interesting experience. There was a red train, and people were running around like chickens with their heads chopped off.

I felt someone nudge me forward, I looked back and frowned at the man wearing a black suit with dark shades. I rolled my eyes, I think he overdid the whole "undercover muggle" thing.

"Really Jonathan, must you shove? I would have gladly moved aside if you had just asked me!" I said in what I thought was a pretty convincing British accent, if I do say so myself.

He rolled his eyes at me, or at least that's what I guessed he was doing. Really, what was with the glasses?

"You better behave Gwendolyn," he said in an "or else!" kind of tone, "Your father wouldn't be too pleased if you decide to misbehave again. You have to act proper, especially seeing as he doesn't have any authority over here."

It was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Really, since when has my father ever been pleased?" I said with a sneer as I mentioned my father. A mysterious glint then filled my eyes as a smirk was once again placed onto my face, "But I'll… 'behave'… I don't want Father Dearest to have to deal with another political scandal. He wasn't too pleased with the last one… I don't see why…"

"Maybe it had something to do with his only daughter setting her last school on fire!"

"Nah I doubt that… anyway see you next summer Johnny dearest! I'll miss ya bunches!" I said as I gave him a small smile and turned to walk towards the train, which was starting to whistle, announcing its very near departure.

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I stared out the window, extremely bored. The train was slowly moving through the countryside. We had left King Cross Station only about fifteen minutes ago, and I was already bored. I was about to get up and go look for a bit of … fun… when a knock made me turn my attention to the door.

There were four boys standing there, peering into my compartment. I raised an eyebrow at them.

"Can I help you?" I asked with a lack of interest.

"Uh, yeah," said a boy with messy black hair and glasses, "Is this compartment taken?"

I rolled my eyes, "Well obviously, seeing as I'm sitting here and so is my trunk." I said with a smirk, "The real question to be asked is, 'Can we seat here?'"

"Oh, um, can we sit here?" The guy asked again.

"I don't know can you?" Lame I know, but I thought it was pretty amazing.

They stared at me for a moment, not sure what to do. I let out a smile and a light laugh to show them that I was kidding, and gestured for them to sit.

"So, you look a bit familiar… where are you from?" I turned to see a little, plump boy had asked me the question.

"America," I said plainly.

"Wow, I've never met an American before…" the boy went on.

"Can't say I've never met a British person before," I was thinking back to the many times I had traveled over here with my father while he spoke with the Minister.

"So, I take it you're new." I turned to see a rather handsome boy with black hair that fell into his misty gray eyes neatly. Not to mention he had the body of a god, now if only the boy would turn around so I could see that hiney! Hey, a girl's free to look! After eyeing the rather sexy man's body I decided to respond. A fact that I'm sure they all noticed since 1. I'm not exactly subtle and 2. the smirk hottie with a body was giving me.

"Nothin' gets by you, does it? You must be the brains of all the operations."

"Actually no, that would be me," said another cute, but not nearly as hot guy with light brown hair and a rather unhealthy looking frame. The four grinned at some sort of inside thing. I grinned and then said, "Well, are you four gonna introduce yourselves, or am I going to have to try to guess your names one by one?"

"Oh sorry," said the same guy. I swear it looked like even the smallest wind could knock him over! "I'm Remus Lupin, that's Peter Pettigrew, that's James Potter, and that's-"

"Sirius Black," He said with what I could guess was his award winning smile, sticking out his hand for me to shake. After a minute or so of looking it over, I finally took it. Instead of shaking it, he brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed it, "pleased to make your acquaintance."

A look of disgust was plastered onto my face, "Uh, do you all do that kind of crap in this country? Because if so, I'm getting myself kicked out right now!"

Sirius looked shocked, while the rest of his friends were trying hard not to burst out laughing.

"So, tell us a little bit about yourself," said Remus.

"What do you wanna know?" I said as I wiped my hand off on my jeans.

"Well… your name would be a good start,"

I looked at him, debating it for a moment. I mean they would find out sooner or later, right?

"Gwen." I said shortly.

"Do you have a surname, Gwen?" Asked Sirius.

"Yes I do actually." I said as I turned to the window.

"Care to share it?" Asked James.

"No, not really," I said with a light smile.

They were silent. I suppose they decided not to pester me further. They would find out later, anyway. Why spoil it now?

"So, where in America are you from?" Remus asked, trying to get another conversation started.

I turned to them, with a mischievous smile appearing on my face as a glint slowly filled my eyes.

"Everywhere." I said shortly.

They were silent again. It seemed it was hard for them to keep a conversation with me… I loved doing that to people sometimes. I mean, what's the fun in life if you can't add a bit of mystery?

But as they looked at me with their raised eyebrows I couldn't help but laugh. I mean here were four, uh… make that three rather sexy men staring at me like I was the riddle behind the meaning of life! So I decided to specify, "I started off in New York then settled in DC, which I guess you could say became my home headquaters…"

They all shared a few glances before continuing. "Um… so why are you going to Hogwarts? I didn't know people were allowed to come after first year," said Remus. Was he the only one asking the questions or something?

"They're not, usually." I said in a bored tone, "I have 'connections' you could say."

They raised their eyebrows at me. I was starting to get annoyed now.

"Well, not that it wasn't extremely fun talking to you all, but I think I'll… go have a look around…" I said a mysterious tone entering my voice.

My idea of "looking around" usually consisted of: me, a wand, and a victim (oh hush, it was never anything TOO brutal). I exited the compartment and made my way slowly down the corridor. I scanned the compartments I passed, staring in onto the possible volunteers.

"Too young… too happy… too old… too perfect!"

I stopped at one compartment, slowly slinking against the wall as I thought up a possible spell, a mischievous grin creeped onto my face.

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Screams could be heard as I quickly jumped up and ran back to my compartment. I stopped right outside, composing myself and then walking in as if nothing had happened.

The guys had already looked up at the sound of screaming. They gave me raised eyebrows as I sat down and grabbed a book. This was going to be an interesting year.

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