Well, here we go. I wrote this fic because I've had this weird lonely feeling lately. But enough about me. Enjoy, and please, if you liked it or disliked it, you should review it. I don't mind constructive criticism, and compliments are obviously always good.

Anything you've heard of before, I don't own. No matter how much I pine, I can't have young Remus Lupin. However, there are a few elements of my own creation, like the character Andrea and the method in which transfer students are handled at Hogwarts.

Andrea

"Andrea, honey, it's time to get up. You've got about an hour before we've got to head out…" my father whispered in my ear, touching me lightly on the shoulder. I groaned and rolled over, rubbing my eyes. I glanced at the clock. It read 8:45. Not wanting to get off on the wrong foot my first day in a new school, I got up and jumped into the shower.

I'm fifteen years old. I was going into my 6th year of wizard schooling, at an entirely new school. My life had been uneventful up until the beginning of this summer. I'd gone to an all-girls school for witches for my entire magical career. Both parents were muggles. Mum walked out at the end of last school year and Dad decided to take advantage and take me to live in England. He said there were lots more opportunities for witches in Europe. So here I was, ready to start my first day at Hogwarts, where boys and girls went to school together.

A few hours later I found myself boarding the Hogwarts Express with my luggage, trying to find an empty compartment. The best I could do was one on the furthest end which was already occupied. Its one resident was a pale and chubby boy. He almost reminded me of a rat, the way his eyes were beady and his nose was little, and almost pointed at the end. I opened the door to the compartment, and, sticking my head in, I asked if he minded if I sat down.

"Er, no, it's fine. My friends are meeting up with me in here, but, there will be just enough room," he said, and looked quickly away.

I sat down in the window seat on the opposite side from him. I hadn't intended to choose the seat furthest away from him, but I couldn't stand not sitting next to a window. I looked out for a bit at the stationary platform. I had arrived quite early. I looked around at the pale-faced boy. He was staring at the floor and brushing his straw-colored hair out of his eyes.

"So what's your name?" I asked nicely to break the silence.

"Peter Pettigrew," he replied, "and you?"

"Andrea Garner. But only stuck-up rich people and relatives call me Andrea. You can call me whatever you pl-"

I was cut off by the door opening. A loud group of boys entered. The one in front had black, chin-length hair and prominent blue eyes. He stopped mid-laugh and looked at me, gaping. Before he could say a word, he was shoved into the seat next to me. The boy who had shoved him looked at me. He had messy black hair and deep brown eyes.

"You're new, aren't you?" He said boldly.

"Um, yeah." I replied dumbly.

The boy with the messy hair stuck out his hand. I shook it reluctantly. He sat down. "James Potter. And you are?"

"Andrea Garner. But you can call me whatever." I replied quietly.

"Andie sound good?" he asked. Without actually waiting for a response, he went on. "Well, that bloke who can't keep his mouth shut, that's Sirius Black." At his words, Sirius' mouth closed abruptly. He managed a curt nod and looked down at his knees. James continued.

"You've met Peter, I suppose?" he asked, motioning in the pale-faced boy's direction. Again, without awaiting an answer, he plowed into another introduction. "And that there's Remus Lupin." He finished, nodding toward a shy-looking boy still standing at the door, who gave a little wave and sat down. Remus Lupin had light-brown hair, which was a little overgrown. His amber eyes flickered around the compartment and came to rest on the floor. James looked at me for a moment, and then asked, "So where did you come from?"

Without thinking, I said, "Well you see, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much…" I stopped, covering my mouth. It had just slipped out, I didn't really mean to say it. I blushed so much I was sure I looked like a tomato. I looked at the floor as I heard the sound of James chuckling, and was furious with myself. Now I look like a complete idiot and he's making fun of me. Chancing a look at him, I realized he was smiling genuinely. I heard not only James laughing, but the entire compartment.

James looked at me and said, "Ok, for real."

I replied, "I went to Polymance, in Arizona."

"The all-girls' school?" asked Sirius, appearing to have mastered the use of his once-gaping mouth.

"Yeah." I said.

"Wow. That place must be so clean." James shuddered. "No men to mess it up… wow."

"Did you have houses there?" asked Remus, leaning forward to see me past Sirius, who was sitting between us.

"Yeah, there were three. Epiphony, for those who call themselves clever... you know, the obnoxious, really. Draconid, for the… well, basically self-absorbed, and Canide, for the loyal. How do you do it here?" I asked with curiosity.

Remus replied, "We have four. Slytherin, which is like Draconid for you, Ravenclaw, like Epiphony, Hufflepuff, like Canide, and then we have Gryffindor, for the brave."

"Like us," interjected James. I laughed softly.

The door to the compartment opened again and in came a girl with beautiful, long, deep red hair and the brightest green eyes. She looked around the compartment, and, seeming to notice that the only open seat was the one across from me, next to James, turned to walk out. Remus stood up and gave her his seat and took the one opposite me. He took out a book and began to read.

The girl looked past Sirius at me and introduced herself as Lily Evans. James piped up and said, in a sickeningly show-offy tone, "Lily, this is Andie. She's from Polymance."

Lily grinned at me and said sweetly, "Oh, and all-girls school. Must be nice," she added with a look at James. I looked back and forth from Lily to James. I could sense something between them, but it was hard to tell what.

Peter, in the meantime, had opened the compartment door and was craning his neck to see something down the train. He sat back down and muttered, "Food trolley's coming."

Sirius jumped up and stepped out into the corridor, saying, "Great, I'm starving." Lily looked at me and asked what kind of money I had. I held up some of the huge gold Galleons that I had been told to keep in my pocket. She nodded and stood up, ushering me into the corridor of the train.

I bought a few chocolate Frogs, which I'd had in Arizona, and some Cauldron cakes, which were new to me. When we all got settled down I opened my Frogs with glee and looked at the card. "Merlin. Got seven." I said and looked up at James, a little disappointed.

"You're kidding! He's really rare!" He looked at the card, almost drooling. I handed it to him and he was rendered speechless for a time.

Remus hadn't looked up from his book, not even to get food. I looked at him, a slight smile playing across my lips. I could see the cover of the book. It was a muggle story called "Le Petite Prince," and I'd read it before.

James was able to look away from the card and just happened to see me smiling warmly at Remus. He looked at me, a sly grin appearing on his face. I blushed and looked out the window. I could almost hear the cogs in James' head turning.

I started to think about how wonderful it was that I was hitting it off already, and so well. I was going to love it here, if I could keep these people in my company. I looked out the window and thought in wonder.

Now Sirius tapped me on the shoulder, dragging me back to reality. I looked to him and he asked, "What house were you in at Polymance?"

"Canide," I replied "You guys are in Gryffindor, right?" I asked.

Four answers, all different variations of "Yeah," came from around the room. Remus was the only one who hadn't answered. James said, "Moony is too, he's just too wrapped up in a book. You should get used to that." He nudged Remus as he said this. Apparently Remus had a nickname. Moony. It was rather nice. At the mention of his nickname, Remus looked up and nodded. James looked at me with that stupid smile on his face, and this time Sirius caught it. They looked at each other, and I began to worry about what exactly they could be thinking.

"What house do you think you'll be in here?" asked Lily.

"Whatever house Remus said was like Canide, Pufflewhiff or whatever." I blushed.

"Hufflepuff," Remus corrected gently. He packed away his book. "We're almost there, better put on our robes."