Disclaimer- I don't own anything relating to the Harry Potter or Supernatural series and franchise, if you recognise it it's not mine
A/N-Just a little taster of my new story if enough people like it, it will continue. Enjoy and review.
Harry stood in the station his mouth dry with worry as people walked past him, giving him funny looks because of Hedwig. He was about to ask one of the passing guards when he was stopped by a gentle hand on his arm,
"You alright love," A young dark haired girl asked, she was pulling along a trolley similar to his behind her,
"Um- yeah- I'm kinda lost," he told her, rubbing the back of his head as she looked over the items on his trolley,
"Let me guess, you're going to Hogwarts too?" She asked already pulling him away from the crowds and towards the divide between platforms nine and ten, they were half way to the wall when Harry realised two things firstly the girl in front of him wasn't stopping and secondly that he no longer had his trolley,
"Stop, we're going to crash," He exclaimed, trying to pull out of the girl's impossibly tight grasp,
"Relax," She replied and pulled him right through the wall. Harry froze in wonder at the scarlet steam engine in front of him and all the people rushing around, "Welcome to platform nine and three quarters," The girl said with a smile, that harry returned until he remembered that she left his trunk at the station,
"What about my trunk?" He asked glaring at the girl, who was still smiling, before she could reply there was a cough from behind him,
"I believe this is yours," the man who spoke was of average height, he had the same coloured hair as the girl who had led him to the station, so he assumed that he was her father, "You remember what I told you?" the man asked turning to his daughter once Harry had taken back his Trolley,
"Yes, dad," She said, "I'll see you at Christmas," She called before pulling Harry once again,
"Do you do this to everyone you meet, or am I just special?" Harry asked as they came to a stop in front of an empty compartment,
"I do this to everyone I meet," She replied pulling her trunk up and putting it in the corner of the compartment before pulling Harry's up as well. It was only when they were both safely on the train with all their luggage did Harry have a chance to really look at the girl in front of him. She had straight, raven black, hair and chocolate brown eyes, "I never told you my name, did I?" She asked suddenly and Harry shook his head, "I'm Melody, Melody McLeod," She told him sticking her hand out for him to shake,
"Nice to meet you, I'm Harry, Harry Potter," He told her shaking her hand, Melody looked at him closely but didn't say anything, "So have you always known about magic?" Harry asked as they waited for the train to head off,
"In a sense," She told him, frowning out the window as a large group of red heads walked past, "I didn't know I was a witch, but my dad brought me up teaching me about supernatural creatures," She continued not looking away from the large group that seemed to be breaking apart as each child left for a different part of the train, "So I wasn't as surprised when I got my letter," She finished turning back to him when she saw the youngest red head boy get onto the train, "What about you?" She asked,
"Oh, only found out about magic when I got my letter," He told her, she nodded and they fell into a comfortable silence as the train left the station. A few minutes later the compartment door opened and one of the red haired boys Melody had been watching from the window came in,
"Can I sit in here? Everywhere else is full," He said shuffling from foot to foot,
"Sure," Harry said, before, turning to Melody, who was watching the new boy in the same way a cat would watch a mouse, "That's okay isn't it?" He asked,
"Sure, I have to do a few things anyway, make yourself comfy love," She told the red head with a smirk before slipping past him,
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked sitting down opposite harry,
"I don't think so, I'm Harry Potter," he told him,
"Are you really?" He asked with starry eyed eagerness, when Harry simply nodded he said "Have you really got – you know" Pointing to Harry's forehead which covered his scar. Once Harry had shown his scar to the other boy, who introduced himself as Ron Weasley, they began to talk about a number of things, mainly Ron and his family.
The two boys spent most of the train journey talking only stopping when a boy came in looking for a toad and when the food trolley came round. They were just about to start talking about the four houses when Melody returned, already dressed in her robes,
"Hey again," She said sitting down in the corner near the window where there wasn't as many sweets and chocolates to sit on, "Sorry about earlier," She told Ron not offering an explanation as to why she acted the way she did,
"That's alright, I'm Ron, by the way Ron Weasley," He told her sticking out his hand,
"Melody," She replied shaking his hand,
"So, Melody what house do you think you'll end up in, I was just saying to Harry that I'll probably end up in Gryffindor because that's where my brothers ended up," He told her and frowned when the girl shook her head,
"Just because your family end up somewhere doesn't mean you're destined to end up in the same place," She told the two boys, carefully choosing her words, "The students are sorted based on the qualities we value, so although we may value the same things as our family, that isn't always the truth," She told them, holding up a hand when it looked like Ron was about to argue, "All I'm saying is that, family isn't the only thing to take into account when your sorted, and to answer your question I believe I will be sorted into Slytherin," She told them, the two boys looked as though they were about to say something about her finale comment, but were interrupted by the entrance of three boys, two of the three were thickset and mean looking flanking the third pale boy like bodyguards,
"Is it true?" the boy in the middle said. "They're saying down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes" Harry replied looking at the two larger boys
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle, and my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," Ron coughed hiding a snigger causing Draco to look at him, "Think my names funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford." He said coldly and was about to turn back to Harry when Melody stood, drawing all attention to her,
"Did your father also tell you to insult people to their faces or is that a trait you picked up yourself?" She asked her eyes seemed to change from the warm chocolate brown they were that morning into a darker colour and Harry could have sworn he saw them flash red,
"I'm sorry you are?" Malfoy asked, his tone of voice sounding dismissive even though he looked slightly fearful,
"I'm Melody McLeod, you may have heard of my father, Crowley," She said with a smirk as the boy in front of her seemed to pale even more, "I would suggest you leave now" She told him taking a step forward. The boy nodded and without another word left the compartment,
"What was that about?" Harry asked, Melody shook her head,
"Trust me love you don't want to know, I'll leave you to get dressed she told them and stepped out before they could protest.