Bekz' P.O.V
Beginning Hogwarts in my third year was never a life goal I had set for myself. I didn't wake up as a five year old and think, I should ruin all chances at Beauxbatons and join good old Dumbles in Scotland.
But when Dad broke out of Azkaban over the Summer like the genius he is, the ministry decided they couldn't watch over me as well as they could in France. So instead of my Beauxbatons letter I ended up getting a nice letter from Minerva McGonagall herself, lovely woman she is.
She explained the circumstances and Mum made me swear my pranking didn't get out of hand , like any normal person that happens to have magical blood, I made the brightest of the present situation and went with it.
Everyone knows how amazing Hogwarts is, I heard they have real live ghosts, well not live but you know, real and closest thing Beauxbatons got to a ghost was my Etiquette professor who was within an inch of her life.
So after buying my new uniform, getting my new books and a subjects list, I was happy to find there was no Etiquette classes, we spent all Summer trying to figure out where platform 9 and 3/4 was.
A good friend, who I decided was rather loopy after all, suggested I run through a wall. But when I arrived at Kings Cross on the first of September I came to realize he wasn't so crazy after all, as I watched people run through the wall.
I said goodbye to my Mum and made my way through the wall and onto the platform, only to have someone ram a trolley into my back and send me sprawling. I groaned in pain and turned to face whatever idiot ploughed through me only to come face to face with Harry Potter, a technical God Brother if there was ever a thing.
I smiled and accepted his hand to pull myself up.
"I'm really sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." He apologized.
"It's fine, it's my first time on the platform. I obviously should've moved." I explained and picked my stuff up.
"You're a first year?" He asked sceptically.
"No, I've transfered schools." I told him and he nodded, but there was a look of confusion on his face.
"You didn't know there was other schools did you?" I asked and he laughed nervously.
"Uh, no I wasn't aware." He said and I smiled. I was hoping he'd offer for me to sit with them but a girl ran up and took his attention.
"Harry, where did you go to, you were right behind me and then you were gone?" She asked and pulled at his hand for him to follow her.
The train was packed with students greeting each other and struggling to find seats in the frenzy. My cases were packed away and I was wandering around like a lost puppy.
"You can't possibly be a first year." A voice said from behind me and I turned to find a boy with platinum blonde hair smiling at me. He looked like a right git, but I needed somewhere to sit.
"I'm not, I'm a third year transfer." I told him and he looked me up and down.
"What house do you want to get in?" He asked and I caught sight of a ring with an S engraved into it and took a wild guess telling the truth wouldn't help me here.
"Slytherin seems like the best option." I told him and he nodded.
"Would you like to sit with us?" He asked and I found myself following him down through the train compartments.
When we made it to the last carriage three people around our age came bursting out while holding their noses.
"I wouldn't go in there, dung bombs." One of them coughed while swatting at the air in front of her, I watched as her eyes water and her face scrunched into an ugly scowl.
"Who did it?" Draco asked as all eyes turned to me.
"Who else, the Weasley's of course." The ugly girl answered.
Harry's P.O.V
The door flew open to show a breathless Fred and George laughing like maniacs.
"What did you do?" Ginny asked with a smile, knowing this would be good. I smiled and waited for them to get their breath while Hermione shushed them and pointed out Professor Lupin.
"We, we threw dung bombs into Draco's carriage, he wasn't in there but we," Fred began still laughing slightly.
"Got Pug face Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle. It was brilliant." George finished with a bright smile.
"Pity you missed Draco, he was probably picking on First Years." Ron sighed.
"No, he was walking around with some girl,"
"Who looked highly disgusted to be in his presence."The twins told us just as the door opened. We waited for someone to come in but all that happened was a jar of some sort rolled in and exploded.
When the smoke cleared everyone's hair had been dyed green with silver streaks. Even Crookshank's fur and Professor Lupin's hair.
"Well, I can bet you didn't expect that to happen." Ginny pointed out as she tried to rub the green from her hair.
"I've never met a Slytherin to prank us back," George frowned and rubbed at Fred's hair.
"Must be the new one." Fred said and rubbed at George's eyebrows.
"Well, she pretty much declared war." George said and both twins nodded.
"I could take them." Someone said, not someone, Beks, from outside the carriage. By the time I reached the door all I heard was giggling and a carriage door shut close.
