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I sat in a compartment alone, as the whistle blew warning all of the sobbing mothers to let their children get on the big red train. As I heard the clamoring kids enter the train, I made a promise to myself that I would make an impression on this school. I wasn't going to be the strange girl who sat by herself. I would be the REAL Lola Brenan.

As soon as I said it to myself I straightened my ripped denim skirt and pulled my dark brown hair out of its pigtails letting it flow onto my shoulders. I laughed as I shook it around reveling in the freeness of this new me. I heard a low chuckle from the doorway and I looked up from my epiphany induced giggle fest.

I looked up into the most gorgeous emerald eyes I had ever seen. As my shock subsided into embarrassment I quickly looked at the rest of the low chuckler. His eyes weren't the only beautiful thing about him. Everything was beautiful. From the bottom of his straight hands through it leg jeans to the way his jet black hair stuck out in a way that made me want to run my …I was snapped out my daze by a girl with wavy light brown hair poked her head around the chuckler.

"What my friend was GOING to say was…" she laughed nudging him in the ribs, he seemed to be broken from a trance.

"If we could sit in here?" The chuckler finished for her. My head still a bit cloudy it took me a while to register the question.

"OH! Of course sure!" I exclaimed glad to be making headway with the friends issue. Not to mention there was a really hot guy sitting across from me. I looked up at him shyly and he smiled. I smiled back not knowing what to do next. Luckily the girl next to me started a conversation.

"So, what is your name? I haven't seen you before!" she asked curiously.

"Oh, my name is Lola, Lola Brenan. And you wouldn't have seen me. This is my first year. But I'm a fifth year. Crazy huh?" I said grinning. I hoped she would like me.

"My name is Hermione Granger. And this is Ronald Weasley and this is-" but she was cut off.

"Harry Potter." he said grinning at me. I raised my eyebrows gave a little shrug as if to say 'so?' he continued, "You know…the boy-who-lived…the chosen one…" I heard Hermione sigh to my right.

"And is that supposed to impress me, Harry Potter?" I said rolling his name off my tongue. I liked the way it sounded.

"Maybe a little…" he said with a small boyish smile on his face. I couldn't help but giggle. It was so darn CUTE! He heard my giggle and looked up a bit. When he spoke his voice was just a bit husky and he leaned forward so his elbows were resting on his knees. "And did it?"

I leaned forward and then back saying, "A little…" trailing off leaving him hanging as I turned to speak to Ronald and Hermione.

"So, Ronald, Hermione, which house are you three in?" I asked not meeting Harry's gaze but staring right into Ronald's.

"Please, please, call me Ron. Hermione calls me that when I am misbehaving." Ron pleaded. I laughed out loud.

"Well, Ron, Harry, and I are all in Gryffindor. The home of the bold and brave hea-" she was cut off again but this time by a small knock on the door. She called out sharply, "Yes?"

In the doorway was a skinny golden haired girl who stood at around my height with ice blue eyes that somehow gave off warmth through the cold. She looked a little nervous. Probably from Hermione's sharpness.

"Um…well…I'm new here and-,"

"Another one? What is Dumbledore playing at? Sending two new witches OUR AGE to school?" Ron exclaimed. I turned to glare at him along with Hermione. Seeing our glares he added, "Not that it's not great to meet you guys, but you've missed four years" she nodded sheepishly.

"Yes, thank you Ronald, but was there anything we could do for you?" Hermione said a little nicer this time.

"Well, my name is Jennifer Anderson, and I was wondering if I could sit with you guys?" the girl, now pegged as Jennifer said confidently.

"Of course you can. I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said smiling kindly at Jennifer. "THIS is Ronald Weasley, and this," her expression softened again, "Is Harry Potter."

The girl looked shocked but then quickly regained her cool composure and shook everyone's hands except mine. Because I jumped up to greet her. "Hi, I'm Lola Brenan This is my first year too! Are you going into your fifth year as well?" I asked. I heard another chuckle from behind me. She nodded. I liked her. She put off some sort of happy energy…she reminded me of well…me!

"So, what house do you guys want to be in?" Harry asked, curiously studying our faces, as if trying to see if he could sort us himself.

"I am hoping for Gryffindor. That's where my parents were. And Ha—Harold My uncle," I admitted. I was embarrassed because I almost said Harry. But I caught myself. Thank goodness.

"What about you?" Ron questioned Jennifer. She blushed.

"Well…I'm muggle born as you would say, and I don't really know anything about the houses," she replied

"Oh…well, Gryffindor is where those who are brave and bold go. The ones who would jump head-first into a fight, and stand up to anyone for a friend. In other words, it's the home of the lions." She giggled at the proud faces the others made. "Ravenclaw is where the smart ones go. The ones who value wit and intelligence above everything. They see and analyze everything. Like an eagle would.

Hufflepuff is where the loyal and true of heart go. They would never abandon a friend. Like a badger…I guess. And then there's Slytherin. Nasty buggers. They are cunning, devious and untruthful. They do whatever they have to do to get their own way. Its like throwing yourself into a snake pit," Hermione informed her. They all shuddered at the last explanation.

"But you seem very smart yourself, Hermione. Wouldn't that mean your in Ravenclaw?" she asked, looking slightly confused.

"Not necessarily. It doesn't only sort you on what you are. More on what you value. I may love to get good grades and I may love books and reading, bur what I value in a person is bravery. So I'm in Gryffindor," she clarified. Jennifer nodded.

"So which sounds good to you?" Ron pitched in. She sighed and giggled at the same time.

"I'm not really sure…I guess we'll find out soon enough won't we?" She smiled cheerily at us.

After a few exchanged pleasantries, Jennifer told us she wanted to mingle a bit. We nodded and smiled, letting her know she was welcome back at any time.

I stared out the window, feeling a bit awkward. I hardly knew these people, I didn't know what kind of conversation to make! I started tapping my leg with my hand.

"So…what kind of magic are you already familiar with?" Hermione asked me.

"Well, Dumbledore sent me a package with all the stuff that you guys learned in the previous years, so I'm pretty much caught up. My Uncle Harold home-schooled me." I explained.

"Oh, so your not unfamiliar with all of this? You came in with a some schooling already?" Hermione seemed to be getting interested now. I laughed and nodded.

"But I thought you had to be 17 and older to use magic outside of a school. How were you able to practice during lessons?" Ron asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Because, Ronald, if you file an official document saying that a child was going to be home-schooled, then it is okay, as long as it is within lesson hours, which is stated along with the documents."

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. Did Ron really not know this stuff?

"So what do your parents do for a living?" I asked. Might as well get to know them now.

"My parents are dentists. They're both muggles," Hermione told me. I nodded.

"My dad works in the Ministry for Magic, in the Muggle Artifact department." So Ron's dad is in the Ministry and he didn't know about HOME-SCHOOLING? This boy doesn't read much, does he?

"My parents are dead," Harry answered, a sad smile on his face. I shot him an apologetic look.

I places my hand on his. I knew how he felt. My parents died a few years ago. I tried to put all my sorrow and understanding into that touch. As I did, an electric shock whizzed up my hand. What was this boy doing to me?

"Mine are too. That's why my uncle had to teach me. I can hardly remember them. So we are not so unalike, Harry," I confessed. A small, watery chuckle escaped, realizing the irony. He's the boy who lived and I'm the girl who was allowed to live. I looked down and started studying my nails.

"I'm sorry," Harry said. I looked up, startled.

"Yeah, I didn't know. Didn't mean to bring back painful memories," Ron apologized. Hermione just took my hand and smiled. I smiled back, happy that I found someone to confide in. I think I was going to like these people just fine.


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