After a long day of shopping, a young girl and her father who wore a turban on his head stopped in The Leaky Cauldron to take a well earned break.

"And you're sure Dumbledore will have no qualms with you being my professor?" the ginger asked.

"P-p-positive."

She had always been a responsible child. Ever since her mother had died when she was only a child.

No one took notice of the two strangers who had stepped into the Inn. In fact no one reacted until Tom said, "It's Harry Potter." In which case the whole room went silent.

A man immediately approached Harry and shook his hand. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

A woman took her turn and shook Harry's hand, as well. "Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last."

He didn't look that comfortable with everyone paying attention to him, the redhead noticed.

The man with the turban on his head stepped forward. "Harry P-potter. C-can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you."

"Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there," Hagrid declared in shock.

"That's the point," the small redhaired girl piped up. "When everyone is vying for your attention, the one who doesn't jump to be seen is usually the one who is." She stepped forward, moving to meet the boy. "I'm Vivian Quirrell. I'll be in your year at Hogwarts." She held out her hand to let him come to her. He had probably already had enough of people forcing themselves on him.

"And this, Harry, is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts," Hagrid introduced her father for her.

Harry's eyes widened at meeting a professor so early. "Oh, nice to meet you." He held out his hand to shake Quirrell's. The professor just looked at it, looking mildly afraid.

Quirrell held his hands to the shoulder furthest from Harry. "F-fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, e-eh, Potter?" He stumbled over his words. He gave a little giggle.

Harry gave a sort of awkward smile and Vivian chuckled behind her hand.

"Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy. Heh," Hagrid stated.

"Goodbye," Harry bade, making eye contact with Vivian who smiled back as genuinely as she could. Hagrid and Harry went through the back room to get to Diagon Alley.

Once they were gone, Vivian elbowed her father.

"OW! What?"

"'What?'" Vivian mocked. She gestured to the back room. "What was that? You spend the first half of our trip to Albania talking about how excited you were that you'd be teaching Harry Potter then you bow out at the worst moment!"


A familiar red haired girl wore a pair of muggle jeans and a grey "My Dad's a Professor" t-shirt with a blue-silver crop jacket over it. Simple blue boots covered the bottom of her jeans.

Vivian walked down the isle when she saw familiar rags hanging off a small form. He was walking away from a conductor, looking dejected. She pushed her trolley a little faster. "Harry!"

The boy turned around. He looked relieved at the familiar face and the girl smiled at him. "That man asked if I was joking, asking about 9 and 3/4."

"Well Muggles are notoriously ignorant." She nodded her head to the side. "Follow me." They ended up behind a brood of gingers with a ranting mother. Vivian slowed so she was walking beside Harry. "These are the Weasley's. They're not very wealthy, but Gryffindor as they come."

"What does that mean?"

"Brave and loyal," Vivian answered plainly. She didn't seem to mind answering any of his questions. "There are four houses at Hogwarts. They're kind of like dormitories. They each have their own traits. I'll tell you about them on the train."

"He's not Fred, I am!" George exclaimed.

"Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother," Fred stated.

Molly let out a sigh. "I'm sor-"

Vivian cut her off. "Stop toying with your mother, George," Vivian called.

They glanced over at her and the boy-who-lived, not knowing who he was. "Thank you," Molly called. "Fred, go." Now she was positive who was who. Vivian was the only one who could tell them apart.

Vivian sighed happily as each twin ran through the platform. She turned to Harry. "Harry, this is Molly, Ginny, and Ron Weasley." She pointed to each respectively. "Ron is in our year. Ginny will be joining next. Now, to get onto the Platform, you run at the wall between 9 and 10."

"Best do it at a bit of a run, if you're nervous," Molly recommended.

"Good luck," little Ginny stated.

He made his way directly in front of the wall. Gathering as much momentum as possible, he ran, obviously nervous. Once he made it through, Ron lined himself up.

"Wait a moment, Ronald. As it is his first time, I imagine he will be frozen in awe," Vivian called. She pulled her bronze constellation pocket watch from around her neck and popped it open. Ten seconds later, she nodded her consent, following shortly behind Ronald. Molly and Ginny didn't bother following. Vivian caught up with Harry and deposited her luggage with the man at the caboose. Keeping her pet carrier in her hand, she followed Harry, finding the last empty compartment. They had been sitting in quiet for 15 minutes before their door slid open.

Ron poked his head in. "Excuse me. Do you mind? Everywhere else is full."

"Not at all," Harry exclaimed. He turned to Vivian who had her cat on her lap. "Do you mind if he sits here?"

Vivian peeled her eyes open, waving at the seats to her left, both across from and beside her.

Ron gave a grin. "Thanks." He moved to sit beside Vivian. "I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

Vivian waved her hand as Ron's eyes grew to the size of tea saucers.

"So- so, it's true. I mean, do you really have the...? The...?" He gestured toward his forehead.

"The what?" Harry asked.

But Ron couldn't speak.

Vivian sat forward. "Harry, you're scar is legendary. It's the proof that you beat Him."

Harry lifted his hair, showing off the scar.

"Wicked!" Ron commented.

"I'm Vivian, by the way, Quirrell." She held out her hand.

"Isn't your father the cowardly Defense Professor?"

Vivian's face hardened and she stood, scooping her cat into her arms. She marched from the compartment to keep from hexing the boy. She knocked into the lady with the trolley cart. "Sorry," she mumbled. After a moment, she found a semi-empty compartment.

"Trevor!" she heard from inside. She looked to her left and saw a chubby boy looking around for... well, his familiar, she would assume. He opened the door. "Have you seen a toad?"

"No, but I suggest you find it quickly before he finds his way beneath a girl's shoe."

"Will you help me?"

Vivian sighed. She had almost had enough with boys for that day. "Very well." She gestured for him to go one way. She went the other, a tug on her sleeve temporarily distracting him. She turned to see a bushy haired brunette following her.

"That was nice," she commented.

"What was?" Vivian asked.

"You helping someone you've never met."

"I wish he'd done an Accio on the poor beast," Vivian stated plainly.

"What's am Accio?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, we won't learn it until our 4th year, but it's a summoning spell. You think of an object, do the proper want movements, and it flies to you."

"So, your shirt it true, then."

"Hmm?"

"Your father is a professor?"

"Oh, yes."

"At Hogwarts?"

Vivian nodded. Again, she didn't seem to mind the questions.

"I'm Vivian Quirrell."

"Hermione Granger."

They made it to the compartment Vivian had come from and Hermione looked around it.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."

Ron had his wand out, his face stuffed with sweets Vivian knew he could never afford.

Hermione looked mildly impressed. "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see, then," she prompted.

Ron cleared his throat and waved his wand. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow/Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." The Bertie Botts Beans box flew from the rat, but no color change.

Hermione looked doubtful. "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me." She walked further into the compartment, sitting across from Harry. "For example." She pulled out her wand. "Oculus Reparo." The tape on Harry's glasses vanished and he removed them, examining everything. "That's better isn't it? Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger." She turned to Ron, looking disgusted as he stuffed his face. "And... you are...?" It was almost like she didn't want to know.

"I'm... Ron Weasley," he introduced around a mouthful of chocolate.

"Pleasure," Hermione stated emotionlessly. She turned back to Harry. "You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." She stood and walked toward the door, stopping to look at Vivian. "You too."

Vivian pulled her wand from her boot and tapped it on the shoulder opposite what her cat was clinging to. "Finite Incantatem." Her clothes shifted into her robes. She turned to Ron. "You know, you have dirt on your nose." She tapped the side he had it on. "Have you noticed?" She and Hermione made their way to front, only after Vivian ducked into the compartment to get her pet carrier.