Disclaimer- Not mine, apart from everything not in the Harry Potter books.

Chapter One

"Watch out, you arsehole!" I screamed as a random man shoved past me whilst hitting me with his luggage.

"Scarlett! Language!" my mother reprimanded me from a few feet away. I smiled at her placatingly while continuing to make my way towards the train platform. Honestly, you would think that after three years I would get used to fighting my way to the Hogwarts Express, but I haven't. I shoved my way to the train doors and turned to my parents.

"Now did you pack everything?" they asked.

"No, I was supposed to pack?! Why didn't you tell me?" That sarcastic comment earned me another scathing glare from my mother. "Of course I've packed everything mum." I reassured her. She pulled me into a hug and I breathed in her familiar scent. She was wearing the perfume I had bought her that smelt of vanilla. I had got another bottle of the same perfume to take with me to school to remind me of home. I was going to miss her, although I would never admit it out loud.

"I'll miss you." My mum said as if hearing my thoughts. I squeezed her before letting go.

"I won't be gone for long, enjoy it while it lasts." I joked.

"Oh, we will." said my dad, whilst also coming closer to me but instead of a hug he reached out his hand. I grabbed it and shook it firmly.

"Goodbye then Papa. I shall miss you ever so dearly." This was our thing. We pretended to be all stuck up to make fun of the posh people that were around us.

"Farewell my favourite daughter." He said whilst letting go of my hand.

"I'm your only daughter," I reminded him, "You don't have much of a choice." I turned and picked up my case.

"See you at Christmas then." I waved bye to them and boarded the train. This must have been hard on my parents. I am an only child and so when I am at Hogwarts they are on their own. They would have preferred me to go to a non-magical school and to be honest I totally agree with them. I don't like the idea of boarding schools. Sending your child away and never getting to see them for the majority of the year just seemed stupid. Despite my views on the matter, I couldn't control my abilities and thus I ended up at Hogwarts.

Regardless of all that, I was actually looking forward to going back. I enjoyed sitting in the grounds, wrapped in my thick scarf and hat, and reading until it got dark. The lessons were not that bad plus I never struggled in class. Me and Mr Snape had a kind of truce going on- he'd leave me alone in exchange for me keeping my sarcastic comments to myself although in my opinion I bet he loved my witty take on everything. The main reason of all why I loved Hogwarts: my friends.

I made my way to the Hufflepuff compartment. Yes, I'm in Hufflepuff and yes, I am proud of it. The people in my house are much more agreeable than people in other houses, not naming any names *cough* Slytherin *cough*.

"Scarlett!" my best friend Alice shouted whilst pulling me into a bone crushing hug. I hugged her back.

"Hi Alice, long time no see! Err, Alice... You should probably let go before I asphyxiate."

"Oh." She chuckled pulling back. I love how even after Owling each other constantly and bumping into each other at Diagon Alley not long ago she still acts like we haven't seen each other in years. She looks the same as she always has: slightly curly dark blonde hair, brown eyes and rectangular glasses. Except now, compared to last year, her hair is shorter and her boobs are bigger.

"I like the hair." I complimented, it really did look good on her plus I think she would prefer a comment about her hair over a comment about her beasts. I placed my suitcase above the seat using all my arm strength in the process. I collapsed into my place next to Alice. I had been up since six o'clock to pack and before today I hadn't even known there was a time before seven in the morning.

"Thanks," she beamed, "but look at this." A copy of The Daily Prophet was thrust into my hands.

SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP

"I was there," she told me as I started to read the article, "Me, mum and Caleb were in our tent at the time then all this screaming started. Caleb went to check it out and when he came back he told us it was Death Eaters! Well of course I didn't believe him at first, I mean Death Eaters come on I would have been more likely to believe him if he'd said it was a heard of rabid unicorns. I was angry at first, I know older brothers are supposed to tease you and all but that was over stepping the mark. Well, it turned out he was telling the truth and he practically carried me out of there because apparently I wasn't running fast enough... Are you listening to me?"

I was staring transfixed at the picture of the Dark Mark. I snapped my head up.

"Sorry. Yeah, err Death Eaters. Screaming. Brother being a dick. No one was hurt though, right?"

"I don't think so; although I did hear a rumour that Harry Potter was the one who cast the Dark Mark."

"Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. Mr-I-Defeated-Voldemort-As-A-Child Harry Potter. God, the ministry is stupid."

At that moment, Liam edged his way into the compartment. Liam Netherwood was my other best friend. We had met in Potions when we were forced together by a grumbling Mr Snape. The lesson was spent with me rambling non-stop about how Quidditch was pointless and caused more arguments than it was worth. I think we bonded over the fact that I wouldn't shut up and he was just happy to listen. Plus, we were both severely sarcastic.

"Liam!" Alice shouted practically jumping on him.

"Alice. I need to breathe."

"Sorry, I should really stop doing that shouldn't I?"

"Yes." I and Liam replied at the same time.

"What's up Wood?" I asked cheekily. I knew he hated the nickname 'wood'. He insisted he was nothing like the Quidditch player who had the same name and he was right. Oliver Wood was sporty, loud, well-built not to mention cocky and Liam was none of them things. He was incredibly lean (taller than all the other boys in our year and about as buff as me), hated sport just as much as I did and was not the most social person- he was basically me in boy form. I ruffled his dark brown hair that was already naturally messy.

He pulled away from my hand and slumped himself in the seat next to the window.

"Nothing."

"What? No the ceiling? No the sky?" I asked puzzled. What was wrong with him?

"I'm not in the mood Scar." He sighed, placing his face in his hands.

"Any particular reason why? Anything I can help with?" I questioned. When Liam didn't want to talk he wouldn't talk but I wanted him to know he could tell us anything.

"No, not really. Can we change the subject guys, please?"

"Of course," I chirped, "your wish is my command. I have something that will make it all better." I waved my hands in front of them mystically before going to my case and taking out a box. They both humoured me and ooohhhed when I dramatically whipped off the lid.

"FOOD!" The box was full of sweets for Honeydukes and other treats that my mum had been kind enough to pack me. That woman was awesome.

"Wow!" exclaimed Alice, "What did you do, rob the lady with the trolley?"

"No." I replied smiling although trying to be indignant, "I'm shocked you would even think such a thing. These were provided by my dear Mama."

"Your mum is the best." said Alice before we all dived into the box of goodies. I was pleased to see Liam smiling as we both tucked into one of my mother's home made brownies. I'll have to pester him about what was wrong another time.

A few hours later Alice was dead to the world next to me and I'm pretty sure both I and Liam were heading the same way. My head was leaning on the back of the train seat, the rhythm of it moving lulling me to sleep.

"Thanks Scar." I thought I heard Liam say.

"For what?" I asked groggily. It was taking a lot of effort to keep my eyes open.

"Cheering me up." He said before I drifted off to sleep feeling content.

-End of chapter one. Let me know what you think. Was it good? Was it bad? Was it so amazingly brilliant that you can't believe how deprived your life was before this fanfiction?