Harriet picked at her cuticles. Hermione slapped her hand away.

"Stop it!" She told her twin sternly.

"I'm nervous!" Her sister slumped on their seat and looked out of the train window. "It's weird, isn't it?" She remarked. "Every year, hundreds of parents of magical freaks pack their kids off to a scool no one's ever heard of. Completely trusting."

Hermione looked at her.

"I'm sorry, would you rather not go to the awesome magic school?"

"Did you just use the word 'awesome'?"

A flustered looking boy stumbled into their carriage.

"Please... Has anyone seen my toad? Trevor? Anyone?" He ran a hand through his wispy hair.

"Here," Hermione smiled kindly. "I'll help you find him." She looked back at Harriet. "Back in a bit."

Harriet watched her sister follow the boy through the corridors of the train. She thought for the millionth time how similar they were. Big, bushy brown hair, beaver teeth, quick wit and general intellect. Actually, that last one wasn't entirely ture. Hermione was much smarter than Harriet, and everyone knew it. Book smart, that is. Street smart, however... Well, neither of them had much of that.

As she was pondering, a red headed boy bounced into her carriage and flopped down opposite her. Two of him, in fact.

"Hi!" One said. "I'm George, he's Fred. We're going to be hiding here for a while, if that's alright with you."

Harriet looked at him, baffled. "That's... Er, that's fine... Why are you hiding?"

"Stink bombs and Slytherins. That's all you need to know." Fred grinned. Harriet smiled back. She was blushing, though she didn't know why.

"Are you twins?" She asked. They nodded. "I am, too."

"Cool," Fred said. "Where's your clone?" Harriet laughed.

"On a toad hunt. I'll go find her."

She got up and exited the carriage.

"Hermione?" She called tentatively.

She stuck her head into a nearby carriage.

"Hi," She said to the boys inside. One was ginger. The other had glasses. Their mouths dropped open in surprise.

"Bloody hell!" Proclaimed the ginger one.

"How did you do that?" The other one said.

"Do what?" Harriet looked at him, puzzled. "Oh! Did another version of me come through here a minute ago?"

Specs nodded. "Was that your sister?" She nodded in response.

"So you're a twin?" He said. "I've seen more twins today than I have in a lifetime!" He brushed his fringe off his forehead, revealing a scar.

"Jesus!" Harriet half yelled. "You're Harry Potter! You defeated What's-His-Name when you were a baby!" She fell into the spare seat. "Voldemort." Teh ginger one gasped. "Sorry. And that's how you got the..." She drew a lightening bolt in the air.

She held out a hand. "Harriet Granger."

Harry shook her hand. "Harry Potter. As you already know..."

"Ron Weasley," Said the ginger one from the corner. "In case anyone cares."

Just then, Hermione stuck her head throught the doors of the carriage,

"Oh!" She said to Harriet, "There you are. There are twins in our carriage."

"I know."

"They're my brothers." Ron piped up. "Fred and George Weasley."

"Well, I'll be off," Harriet said. "See you at Hogwarts." She snorted slightly. Everytime she said 'Hogwarts' she got a mental image of a pig with acne. Hermione silenced her with a look. Harriet looked at Ron. "You've got some..." She gestured to his nose.

He rolled his eyes. "So I've been told."

"That was Harry Potter!" Hermione hissed when they were safely out of earshot.

"I know it was Harry Potter!"

"Did you mention the scar?"

"Of course I mentioned the scar!"

"Oh my god, Harriet..."