Albus pulled his head out of the window as soon as his family was out of sight. He couldn't believe it. He was finally going - after years and years of intense waiting - to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy! He had been dreaming of this moment his entire life. He would finally be able to learn about magic. He wouldn't have to llisten to James tell ther mother all about how much they were learning about magic and how some people - which generally meant Albus - had no idea about controlling magic. Well, Albus thought to himself, you're going to have to watch out, bro, because I'll finally be able to learn magic.

Suddenly, Albus was snapped out of his reverie by his, cousin, Rose. "Albus! What are you doing just standing there? Come on, we have to go find a compartment!" And with that Rose grabbed his hand with surprising strength for an eleven-year-old girl, and dragged him and his luggage out into the hallway. They walked - well, Rose walked, as she was still dragging Albus- past compartments that were all full until they came to an empty let go of his arm and opened the compartment door. Albus winced as he rubbed his arm- Rose had a pretty tight grip.

Albus walked into the compartment as Rose was getting out her Hgwarts, a History book. Albus rolled his eyes. She must have had that whole book memorized by now! And yet she still read it! Albus had asked one time why she kept reading it. Her reply: because it interests me. Albus had laughed at that one. How could history ever be interesting? Well, sure the stuff about his dad was interesting because, well... because he was his dad. His dad who had saved the world from the evil forces of the dark Lord Voldemort. But, regular history? Nope. Not interesting.

Albus set his luggage up in the luggage rack and sat down next to the window. He looked over at Rose, wanting to say something to her, but her face already had that dazed look that she always had when reading a book. Albus mentally sighed. Once she had that dazed look on her face when reading a book, almost nothing could bring her out of it.

Albus stared out the window again for a minute or two more before he heard a knock on the compartment door. Albus frowned. Who knocked on compartment doors? He looked towards the way of the door where a girl with waist-length, curly aubern hair, fair skin, glasses, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks, and eyes the color of the moon was standing there very stiff formally. Albus looked over at Rose, who was unsurpriseingly still lost in her book, and got up to let the girl in.

The girl nodded graciously at him and went to go sit beside of Rose, who finally reallized what was going on in the outside world,and said, Hello, I'm Rose Weasley, and this is my cousin, Albus Potter. What's your name?"

The girl sat stiff and firm with her suitcase in her lap. She pushed her glasses up on her face and said, " My name is Circe Apolla O'Conner.I am from northern Ireland where I have recently discovered that i was a witch. My mother is deceased and I live with my father, who is a very wealthy man." After the girl spoke, all was quite until Albus laughed, " Geez, we just asked for your name ; we didn't ask for your whole life story!"

Circe smiled and waited for him to stop laughing before speaking again. " I am truly sorry, Albus. It is just that my father always told me to address others formally, even strangers. Well, at least, decent looking strangers, anyways." She looked over her glasses at him, which had slipped down her nose again.

Albus looked at the girl thoughtfully. She appeared to be nice, but to formal somehow. Well, we'll just have to fix that, he thought to himself.

Suddenly, the compartment door was opened by a scrawny boy with dark skin and curly brown hair. The boy scrambled into his seat as fast as he could. Albus looked at the compartment door. He didn't see anything weird. He looked at the boy and said. "Hi, I'm Albus Potter, and this is Circe O'Conner, and my cousin, Rose Weasley. What is your name?"

The boy had to take several breaths before answering. "Devon Pikes." The boy gasped for breath at the end of this simple sentence.

Albus cocked his head at him and asked, " Why are you breathing so hard for?"

The boy clutched his chest as he answered, " Trying... to get... away... from... brother."

Albus nodded his head. " Ah, I understand. I have anolder brother myself, you know." Albus turned back to look out the window, and they all sat in silence until the compartment door was opened yet again by the trolley lady. " Anything from the trolly, dears?"

Albus reached into his pocket and brought out several coins,Rose did the same as well, and together they both bought four chocolate frogs,six cauldron cakes, three pumpkin pastries, and five licourice wands. Albus gratefully bit into a cauldron cake as Rise set the food beside of him.

As he was getting ready to bite into a liquorice wand, however, he got an eerie feeling that he was being watched. He looked up and discovered that Circe was looking at him, or rather, the liquorice wand, intently. " What, may I ask, is that." She said, pointing at the treat.

Albus, of course, being the person that he was, stupidily asked, " Haven't you ever had one before?" Which also earned him a quick kick in the shins by Rose. Albus brought his leg up and clutched it as Rose hissed at him, " She just found out that she was a witch, Albus, of course she has never had one of those before!"

Circe waved her hand aside and said, " Oh, that is alright, Rose."

Albus, however, felt bad about asking that question, and so therefore reached over and put the liquorice wand in her opened hand. " For you," he said, "so you can finally try it."

Circe bit into the treat seemingly happily. She devoured it within seconds. When she was done she reached out her hand. " May I have another?" Albus smiled and gave her one.

After that, the four children talked, and Albus learned some new things about their recently discovered new friends. He learned that Devon was a middle child out of a family of three, that he lived in London, and that both of his parents worked in the department of mysteries. He also learned from Circe that her mother had died when she was very young, that she was an only child, had went to an expensive private school for most of her life, and that she lived in extravagant manor with her father and her father's employees.

Albus hadn't realized how late it was until he looked out the window. The sky outside was an inky blue. He looked down at his watch. There was only five minutes before they reached the Hogsmeade train station. " We'd better change." He said, and luckily Rose caught his drift and dragged Circe out of the compartment while Albus and Devon changed.

After they had changed,Albus opened the compartment door and let Circe in while him and Devon stepped out- Rose had already put her school robes on at home. A moment later Circe stepped out just as the train started to slow down. Other kids began filing out into he halls as the train began to go even slower. After another train stopped completely and the train doors opened. Albus, Circe, Devon, and Rose, all stepped out as fast as they could, as excited as they were. Albus and Rose immediately began looking for Hagrid, and Albus finally saw him through the sea of students as he bellowed, " Firs' years, o're here!" Rose grabbed Circe's hand whilst Albus grabbed Devon's, and together they both dragged them other to Hagrid

" Hi, Hagrid!" Albus beamed up at him as he let go of Devon.

Hagrid smiled down at him. " 'Ello there, Albus. Finally made it to 'Ogwarts, I see."

Albus smiled and nodded. "Yeah, finally."

Not long after that, all the first years were gathered around them and Hagrid began leading them towards the boats. Albus, Circe, Rose, and Devon all got into a boat to themselves. Hagrid, who was in a boat all to himself,motioned for the boats to start moving. The boats started to move, and Albus could feel the excitement growing in his chest as they got ever so closer to Hogwarts.

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