I load my belongings into to the compartment, compartment #11 to be exact. I take off my heavy overcoat, and set it on the opposite seat of mine. I suddenly feel an unwelcome uprising of loneliness... No one ever sits with me... well almost. At the beginning of the year was the first time. I doubt it will ever happen again.

I sit down and stare out the window. Rain splatters the already cracked glass. Everything is a big soggy blur outside. It's so depressing. I try not to think about it ...when suddenly the door creaks open.

I act like I don't notice. Why not? It's probably just some prankster that will eventually end up throwing a dung bomb at my head, which is not the finest experience, trust me...

"Luna? Are you awake?" It's Hermione.

"Yes, come on in..." I still do not break my gaze from the window.

"Luna, are you ok?" What?

"What? Why?" I turn my head to meet her gaze.

"Well, the whole thing at the ministry," Oh great here we go again "...and, well, I know it was a horrible experience, so I wondered if you'd want to talk about it... if not, I understand.." What do I say to that?

"No, you don't understand!" Wow that sounded harsh..."Sorry... it just, well, I heard my mum...behind the veil..."

"Well the veil-"

"Yes I know," I cut her off "...the veil is a portal, more like a sound portal, to the world of the dead...and Harry and I were the only ones who could hear. It frightens me Hermione, I mean, this may sound stupid and all, but he fought He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! More than once! And he could hear the voices too! Why? It might have something to do with the Dark Lord! I want no part in that!!"

"That didn't sound stupid at all, Luna, it sounded very resonable! I wouldn't want anything to do with the Dark Lord either! And I don't know what happened with the veil, but I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with Voldermort." I cringe at the name.

She's probably right, but I don't want to accept it. I need someone to blame my fears on! I feel ignorant now that I think about it... why am I getting into such a huff about it? I mean, I thought about this all summer, and it sounded much more reasonable. I turn my head back towards the mirror.

"Luna?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to come sit with Ron, Harry, and I in our compartment?" What?

"What? Are you sure?" A smile appears on my face. I slowly turn my head and look at her disbelievingly.

"Of course! Besides, We need another girl in there! I don't like being singled out!"

"Sure!"

Okie dokies, I hope my first chapter wasn't that bad. I hope I get good reviews -crosses fingers-. Tell me what you think! I shall be waiting.....