The Golden Quartet: Year 1-3

.:Chapter 1- Hogwarts Train and Heavy Rain:.

It had been July 22nd, at 11:42 pm. A loud thumping had jerked me awake. Wearily, I had opened the window, only to have a giant freaking owl fly in and wake half of the other orphans.

They screamed for Mrs. Murphy, the grumpy old lady who helped her husband run Sussex Home for Girls, to come and get this owl out of there.

The owl had been scrawny and brown, and hooted at her softly, sticking out its leg. I had taken the thick envelope gently. Nothing was ever the same.

The next day, a couple of wizards had come and picked me up, transporting me to the Leaky Cauldron, where I would be staying for the remainder of the Summer. I had explored Diagon Alley for weeks, yet I still hadn't gotten enough of the mystical shops and dark alleyways. I had grown up in the muggle society, so I had known nothing of this world.

And now, here I am, staring in the middle of platforms nine and ten, getting more frustrated by the second. Really? This was one expensive prank to be playing…

"Er… Hello? Are you looking for Platform 9 ¾?" I turned to see a scrawny little kid with black hair looking at me. Behind him, an owl hooted.

"Yes! I have not bloody idea what to do!" I exhaled in frustration.

"I wish I could help, but I am just as lost as you are. I'm Harry Potter."

I grabbed his hand, saying, "The names Blaire. Nice to meet you. Now let's go find us a Hogwarts Express." Almost immediately, Harry spotted a group of red heads who seemed to look like wizards.

"… I'm just joking. I am Fred." One of the red heads said, before running into a wall.

Wait.

What?

He ran into a wall?

"Um… Ma'am? I was wondering if you could help us get to Platform 9 ¾?" Harry asked somewhat timidly. The red-headed woman looked us over before bursting into a smile.

"Well, of course. And call me Mrs. Weasley. Come on. It's Ron first time too." The smallest red-headed waved half-heartedly in our direction. "Now, all you have to do is run into that wall."

"Um… won't that…. Hurt?" I asked. I was not looking forward to crashing my skull against a stone wall.

Mrs. Weasley tilted her head back and laughed, before giving me a reassured pat on the back.

"Just try it dear, you'll understand." With one last look at Harry and Ron, I ran into the barrier, anticipating a crash. None came, I realized. Unfortunately, once I got started I couldn't stop.

I crashed into someone with a resounding crack, as we both fell to the ground.

"Watch where you're going, you stupid git." Said the boy I knocked over. He stood up and walked away before I'd even had chance to get over the crash.

"Blaire! What happened?" Harry asked, giving me a hand up.

"I couldn't stop running and I kind of ran into someone." I said, as we picked up my stuff.

Harry laughed, nearly dropping my transfiguration book.

"That's amazing, Blaire. Instead of crashing into a wall, you crash into a person."

I grinned sheepishly, and we boarded the train. Soon we found an empty compartment, and settled ourselves into it. We had been talking about the Hogwarts houses when the door slid open.

"As long as I don't get into Slytherin, I'm okay with-"

"Er… Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full." Ron asked.

"Yah, uh, of course." Harry said, gesturing to the seat next to him. Ron sat down, and held out his hand to me.

"Ron Weasley."

"Blaire." I said, shaking his hand.

"Harry Potter." Harry shook Ron's hand too.

"Blimey! Your Harry Potter!"

"Er… yah… he just said that." I said, confused.

"You… you don't know who Harry Potter is?" Ron looked at me, his mouth agape.

I looked at Harry, who had a newfound obsession with his shoes.

"Um… no."

"But…. Oh, you must be muggle-born. Harry defeated You-Know-Who when he was a baby!"

"Er… You-Know-Who? I don't know who that is."

Ron stared at me as though I had grown a second nose.

"What do they teach muggles? He is the most evil wizard in the wizarding world!"

"Er… right. Um… " I wasn't sure how to answer, but thankfully the door slid open.

"I heard Harry Potter was in this compartment." Some blonde kid said. "You shouldn't be hanging out with the Weasels, you know. Or that." He said, tilting his head towards me. Ron and I scowled.

"That?" I looked at Ron, and he shrugged, still glaring at the blonde.

Apparently Harry had said something, because the kid left us alone.

"Who was that? I think I ran into him on the platform."

"Draco Malfoy. He's a real git."

After we insulted the Malfoy kid for a couple of minutes, I quickly directed the conversation away from our previous topic, not anxious to start that up again.

Soon I dozed off, since I had not had much sleep the night before.

Someone shook me, and I jumped awake.

"Blaire, we're almost there. You should get your robes on." Ron said from the other side of the compartment. I yawned and grabbed my robes, leaving to go get changed.

On my way back, I tripped over my own feet, and fell into someone.

"Thanks-" I was about to thank them, but the person let go of me and I dropped to the floor.

"The mudblood touched me." Malfoy looked appalled. He slid back into his compartment.

I lay on the floor, shocked, before standing back up and going back into my compartment, fuming.

"Who jinxed you?" Ron asked, taking in my angry expression.

"Stupid Malfoy kid dropped me…" I said, stormily looking out the window. It had begun to rain.

Ron and Harry shared a look.

"Er…. Doesn't that mean he had to be holding you in the first place?"

"I tripped."

Harry nodded, both of them looking slightly relieved.

"What does Mudblood mean?" I asked.

"Did- did he call you that?"

"No… he, er, called someone else that." I said, looking at my fingernails.

"It's a really bad insult for muggle-borns."

"Oh." Was all I could say before the train stopped.

"We're here, I think." Harry said, standing up.

We walked off the train and into the rain.

The castle was… awesome. It was big and fancy and awesome. I was at a loss for words, if you might be able to tell. Harry, Ron, and I walked over to a really big guy, who was telling all first years to get into the boat.

"His name is Hagrid." Harry said. We had gotten a boat together, and Ron had gotten one with some bushy haired girl. "And her name is Hermione. We met her when you were asleep. Ron doesn't like her much." We watched Ron give her a death glare which she seemed to be oblivious to, as she rambled off about the history of the lake.

We chatted about trivial things as we crossed the lake.

"… and I heard there is a giant squid in here." I said, as Harry gazed into the water uncertainly.

We reached the edge of the lake, now soaking wet, and entered the castle. Ron joined us as an old lady began going through the rules.

"My brother Fred said we would have to battle a troll." Ron said.

Harry and I looked at him somewhat fearfully.

"That's silly. They wouldn't make us battle a troll… right?" I ended uncertainly, now eyeing the doors apprehensively.

"Well, I hope a troll attacks Hermione." He said, gesturing towards the bushy haired girl.

I rolled my eyes. She didn't seem that bad, if she did talk a lot.

The old lady stopped talking, and I realized I hadn't heard one word. I panicked. What if she had told us how to fight a mountain troll, and now I hadn't listened and I would die and-

A cheer erupted from the Great Hall, causing me to jump into the air. I realized they were calling names, and mine would be… hm… I wasn't sure. Would they go by my first name?

"Blaire, calm down. Professor McGonagall will make sure the troll doesn't hurt you." Ron said. I glanced at him, hoping he was joking. Nope. Not joking.

"That didn't help one bit."

Harry laughed.

"Blaire." Professor McGonagall called.

I walked in to see… a hat. A freaking hat.

What was supposed to happen?

"The hat doesn't fit you. Here are your bags, close the door on the way out!"

Crap. This was worse than some stupid troll. I have to try a freaking hat on in front of hundreds of people. I walked next to the stool and sat down. Professor McGonagall put the head on my head.

"Hm… let's see…" I screamed a little, and laughter erupted from the Great Hall.

Stupid talking hat.

"I heard that. Let's see. No, you won't be good with smarts in Ravenclaw…"

Did you just call me stupid?

"No, but you're not Ravenclaw smart. Not kind enough for Hufflepuff… Wait? Ah… yes…"

What?

"I wasn't expecting to see another one of your family. You'll do fantasic in Slytherin. But you'll be better in GRYFFINDOR!"

The hat was taken off my head and I was ushered off the stool.

I wanted to yell, "Hey! What about my family!" But it wouldn't have been heard over the cheers from the Gryffindor table. I sat down, and started to daydream who my family was.

They'd have a big house. I would have a little sister whose hair I would braid on the weekends. Her name would be Delilah. I would have an older brother, whose name would be Jack. He would beat up any of my boyfriends who would cheat on me, and a mom whose name is Alexis. She would have pretty blonde hair and cook really well. My dad would be Jack Sr. He would work for the ministry and be nice and smoke a pipe and…

"Blaire!" I was yanked out of my daydreams. Harry and Ron were looking at me strangely.

"Er… You okay? You were daydreaming or something."

"Um, yah. I'm fine."

We walked up to the Gryffindor common room and walked in, me still daydreaming about my family.

"Night Blaire." Harry called, as I walked up the stairs.

"Night Harry."

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