A/N: I wrote this fic, when I was... the age of... eleven maybe? So, naturally I got sick of the way it was, and changed it! It prolly still sucks arse, but that's okay, I need to post it anywayz...

Disclaimer: I own NADA damn thing! (Ha ha, get it? x.x! )

Harry Potter, a young wizard the age of fifteen, was wandering the streets of Diagon Alley, looking for his two best friends; Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They were supposed to meet at Flourish and Blotts. Harry's summer wasn't too bad. The Dursley's weren't as terrible-- Which wasn't slightly much better, but he lived with it. Harry grew a bit over the summer. His jet black hair, messy as usual, of course. And his green eyes glimmered brightly behind his round spectacles. His wasn't looking so skinny that he looked unhealthy. He looked quite well, actually and still visible was his oh so loveable trademark, that lighting bolt scar. It hadn't been burning too bad, lately. Once in a while it scorched and other times he barely felt anything. It was rather random nowadays, actually... But that was to discuss at another time. As soon as Harry stepped inside the book store, he heard a familar voice call his name.

"Harry! Oy Harry! Over here! We've been looking all over for you!" Ron shouted over the crowd. Harry smiled as he walked over to Ron and Hermione.

His two best friends basically looked the same as he last left them. Ron and his bright red hair and freckled features which could be spotted from a mile away. Poor boy, so tall but gangily--Still!

Hermione's appearance slightly changed. She was a little more taller, but not as tall as Harry nor even close to Ron, her hair still somewhat bushy, so she was also reconizable from afar. But still a bossy look to her, which seemed to calm down a bit when she was near Harry.

"Hey how was the trip on the way over?" Harry asked, giving Ron a pat on the back and Hermione a warm smile.

"Dreadful. Yet delighting..." said Hermione, giving Harry a hug. She started to giggle. Ron's ears flushed a red that could only match that wild Weasley hair.

"That wasn't funny Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, with a scowl on his face.

"Yes, it was!" Hermione insisted.

"No, it wasn't." Ron argued.

"Okay, what are you two bickering about this time?" Harry asked, a grin drawn upon his face.

"Well, while we were taking the Floo Powder, Ron took his share and he didn't realize it but there was a spider-- a pretty big spider I might add. Ron didn't notice it until he announced his destination and it crawled up his shirt and he yelled and screamed and fell into the fire place and it was a big mess but it was hysterical." said Hermione.

Ron glanced at her with his eyebrows narrowed. "Hermione! Stop! It wasn't funny!" He exclaimed.

Hermione had raised an eyebrow then burst into a fit of uncontrolable laughter. Harry thought the story was quite funny so they all talked about their summers as they wandered Diagon Alley.

On their way to the train, Hermione and Ron went ahead, while Harry was still waiting in line to go on the platform. Harry had spotted a girl about his age, but he had never seen her before. She was obviously new to the school. Well, that's a bit odd. Harry thought to himself. But for some reason, that Harry couldn't put his finger on, she did seem familiar... He didn't know how, but something about her appearance made her seem... Well, belonging to him in a way. It was quite strange for Harry... He didn't know the girl and already he seemed to be intrigued by her.

The girl was almost as tall as Harry. She had long dark chocolate brown hair that fell an inch or two past her elbows. She had warm hazel eyes that glistened in the lighting. Harry had finally decided to greet the girl, whom seemed to have no one at all to talk to.

"Hello," Harry said cooly to the mysterious girl. He had wanted to ask her so many questions, but he tried to limit his curiousity on where she was from, before she thought he was some kind of stalker.

"Hello," She replied.

"What's your name?" asked Harry, he seemed very interested by her. Which the girl seemed to notice because she gave him a little smile.

"My name is Victoria Valentine. But all my friends call me Vikki." She answered.

Vikki Valentine . . . Thought Harry. Vikki Val-- Now where have I heard that name before?

Granted, it was a bit of a catchy name that sort stuck out to you, which Harry would have been sure he would have remembered her before. Maybe she was a girl whom had always made fun of him once in a while... Or maybe Harry was losing his mind, and he just wanted to believe he knew the girl.

"Are you new here? I don't remember you from the years I've been here at Hogwarts . . ." Said Harry, staring at her awkwardly a bit.

"Well, I guess you could say I'm new, but technically I'm not." said Vikki.

"Oh," said Harry. He had no idea what on earth she meant by that--but that was all right. Because, if he did start a friendship with the girl, which what he was planning on doing, he was sure she would be glad to explain what she meant.

"Well I hope you like it here. I'll see you later Vikki!" said Harry, giving her a warm smile and a wink. He then walked through the platform.

Harry and Ron were outside looking for a compartment to sit in, there seemed to be no use. There was no sign of Hermione anywhere, and they figured she was in the Prefect's compartment. Ron didn't want to bother with that place for the moment, so he just pretended like he didn't need to be here.

"They're all taken Harry." Ron said in a tired tone.

"Oh, come on Ron, lemme check this one."

Harry opened the compartment door in front of him and reconzied the girl inside as Vikki. She had looked up as quickly as her neck would allow, since she had been a bit scared, but she saw Harry and smiled.

"Hey." She greeted.

"Hello, Vikki. Mind if we squeeze in? All the other ones are a bit... occupied." Asked Harry.

"No, not at all. Sit." said Vikki, gestering him to sit down anywhere he pleased. Harry smiled down at her.

"Thanks." He said, appreciated the kindness she showed toward him, he also noticed that her eyes had never gazed upon his famous scar, or trademark as some people called it. He turned and beckoned Ron to enter the compartment.

"Ron, this is Vikki Valentine. Vikki, this is Ron."

Ron walked in at the mention of his name. "Oh hello... Vikki...." Ron said, he stopped dead in his tracks and dropped all the candy he bought.

Vikki giggled, as Ron scrambled to pick up all his candy. Ron's ears seemed to glow.

"Ron? Ron, are you okay?" asked Harry, narrowing his eyebrows. Ron seemed to stare at Vikki in amazement or awe. At the moment, Harry couldn't define between the two.

"Er... Excuse us." Said Harry, as he pulled him out of the compartment. "Ron, what the heck is wrong with you?" he asked, with a puzzled look.

"Harry, did you see her?" Ron asked, in a dazed tone.

"Yeah Ron... I did."

"Isn't she pretty?" Ron asked.

"Erm... I suppose she better than most girls . . ."

"Most girls? Oh yeah, I forgot about you and Cho... " said Ron, rolling his eyes.

Harry looked down at the floor. "Leave me alone." He said, quietly.

"You know, we better get back in." Said Harry. Ron nodded.

"All right." He said, and they both walked back in the compartment.

"Okay, lemme try this again." Said Harry. "Vikki, this is Ron. Ron this is Vikki."

"Hmm... Red hair, worn out shoes, freckles... You must be a Weasley," said Vikki.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Are you making fun of me?" He asked.

Vikki laughed. "Goodness no. You people are way too serious." she said. "Just a little humor." She added, taking a seat.

"Ah... " said Ron.

"I wonder where Fred and George are?" Vikki asked.

"How do you know Fred and George?" Asked Ron.

"I'm an old friend of the family-- Pity we haven't met sooner," said Vikki.

"But--"

The compartment door opened. "Hello all!" said Fred.

"Fred? George? Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed.

"VIKKSTER!" Exclaimed Fred and George. They all had a group hug.

"Oh it's so good to see you, Vik!" Exclaimed George.

"It's great to see you too!" said Vikki, embracing them again.

Fred looked Vikki up and down. "Dang girl, have you changed." said Fred.

Vikki smiled. "Looks like you haven't a bit." said Vikki.

"Aww! There's that Lockhart smile!" said George.

"I heard he was once a Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher here-- Was he any good?" Asked Vikki.

"Please," Started Harry. "that guy was nothing but a fraud not to mention a lunatic who tried to erase my memory." he said, folding his arms.

Vikki giggled. "I suppose he wasn't then." said Vikki.

Ron furrowed his eyebrows. "I can't believe that practically my whole family knows Vikki, and yet I haven't even heard of her name!" Exclaimed Ron.

"Oh don't worry, Ron. You didn't need to know Vikki, she was for important people anyway. Never did like to waste her time on gits." Said George.

Fred chuckled. "Oh, I wish we had time to sit, have tea and talk about good times, but we must be off, Lee and I and Ol' Georgie right here, have a few buisness idea's to discuss. Oh and Vikki if your looking for a summer job, there's always applications open to friends!" said Fred.

Vikki smiled. "I'll definatley consider it."

"Good! See you all, later then." said George. And with that the twins walked out.

"You know what I've never got your name what is it?" Vikki asked Harry.

"Oh, sorry about that. I'm Harry Potter.'' Said Harry, giving a weak smile. Don't look at the scar, don't look at the scar. Thought Harry.

''Are you really? That's cool. I can't believe I didn't realize that.'' said Vikki shaking her head. She didn't even bother to look up at his forehead. Which left Harry and Ron in shock. They never met anyone who didn't make a big deal about meeting Harry Potter in person.

"There you two are! I've been looking all over for you guys.'' said the bossy voice of Hermione. Hermione stared awkwardly at Vikki. "Uh...Hello, um... Harry, Ron can I talk to you?''

"Excuse us, Vikki," said Harry, polietly as he and Ron took a step out of the compartment and shut the door behind them. Harry raised an eyebrow at Hermione and Ron had an impatient look on his face.

"Do you two have any idea who that is?" asked Hermione.

"Her name is Vikki, and we were just getting to know her better... Why don't you come in and meet her? I mean--"

"Harry! She's the girl that everybody is talking about. She didn't even complete her first year. She's being pulled up to our grade!"

"Then she must be pretty smart." Harry said.

"No! Don't you get it? She can't do simple spells we would look like idiots she would make all the classes slower!" Hermione had outrage in her voice.

"What are you talking about? How do you know? For Christ sakes you don't even know the girl!" Harry exclaimed, starting to get a little bit more than angry.

"Anyway, what do you think of her?" Hermione asked.

"Well, she's smart, she's also friendly and not that bad looking..." Said Harry, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Please! She can't even perform a simple Lumos spell, I bet. What about you, Ron?" Hermione asked in frustration.

"What Harry said..." Said Ron, he gave a long sigh.

"Okay obviously he's out of it. He's trapped in her love spell!'' Hermione exclaimed.

"Just meet her. I know you'll like her.'' reassured Harry.

"Oh, all right." Hermione whined, as they approached the compartment. "I've been hearing many rumors about her. I heard she had a thing with Ma--" Harry opened the compartment; Hermione Froze. "Er... Hello."