Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry potter franchise and I have no desire to own iteither(through all that money would be very nice). I just like writing stories with the charecters from the series. I unlike some do have the creative power to create my own charecters but at the moment I feel to lazy because it is the end of the school year. Now on with the story.

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Eleven year old Lily Evans cautiously walked through Kings Cross Station, looking for Platform 9 ¾. Lily Evans is a muggleborn witch, which explains why she can't find the platform. You see muggles are non-magic folk, meaning that they cannot see magic, even if it is right in front of them.

"Lily dear are you sure you read the ticket right?" Daisy Evans asked her daughter for what seemed to be the thousandth time.

Alfred Evans looked at his wife and sighed, "Dais, you've asked her that already. We know she has the number right. We just need to find someone like that barman at the Leaky Cauldron to help us find it."

Just as the family reached Platforms 9 and 10 a small boy with round, horn rimmed glasses and messy, jet black hair slipped in between the Evans' closely followed by a girl with waist length red-blonde hair. The girl paused and politely said "scuse me" in a heavy Irish accent before taking off after the boy. Before they could make sense of what had happened a woman with jet black hair and pretty hazel eyes came up and tapped Alfred on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but have you seen two children about eleven, a boy and girl. The boy has glasses and black hair. The girl has…"

Alfred finished her sentence for her, "…waist length red-blonde hair? Yes we did, they're over there with that boy and a woman I assume is his mother. I'm guessing they are your children."

"Oh Merlin, no! Well the boy, yes. He's my son, James, but the girl is the daughter of a friend. Watching the two of them till their on the train is horrid enough."

What the woman was saying wasn't that interesting to her, but rather the words she was using. She had said Merlin. Where have I heard someone say that before? She strained to remember as her parents continued talking with the woman.

"I'm actually taking three of them to the train for school, but Alan wandered off at some point and my older boy, Conner, is looking for him. Oh Merlin, where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Meg Potter."

Meg held her hand out for Alfred and Daisy to shake. Daisy introduced the rest of the family as Alfred had to take Petunia to the side for a talk about rudeness toward Lily and towards any witches or wizards they might meet.

"I'm Daisy Evans, this is my husband Alfred, the blonde is our oldest Petunia and this is our youngest Lily."

As Daisy and Meg continued talking, Lily realized where she had heard someone say Merlin the way Meg had. Tom, the barman at the Leaky Cauldron, had said it!

"You're a witch!"

This sudden outburst made Meg chuckle. "Yes, I am. I'm guessing that you're muggle-born." Lily nodded. "Do you need any help getting onto the platform?"

"Oh yes I've been asking her all morning if she had the right platform." Daisy began shaking Meg's hand rigorously thanking her.

"Well, then, come along. We have a few minutes until they open the barrier to the platform."

Meg led them over to where they had seen the two children talking to a boy with longish shaggy black hair. Near him was a skeletally thin woman who watched them with a nasty look. As she noticed Meg and the Evans walking towards her, her nasty expression became, if possible, even nastier.

"Hello, Walburga." Meg's natural smiling face became hard and her smile forced. But this was nothing compared to the look of disgust and loathing Walburga was giving Meg.

"Ah, Megera, how low have you sunk? You disgrace your name and your bloodline with your present company."

Meg dropped her act of friendliness, and a look of pure hatred took over her face.

"What does that mean Black?" Meg spat the woman's surname like a disgusting swear word. Lily noticed that Meg was clutching something in her pocket and realized it was her wand.

Walburga sneered at Meg and sighed in a way that stated that she considered what was so disgraceful completely obvious. "Muggles and a small mudblood, of course."

Meg's wand was out and at Walburga's throat before anyone could blink; the Evans' looked on in horror at the scene before them. The three wizarding children stopped talking and watched nervously at what they saw.

"How dare you! Have you no decency at all? Saying that in front of children, and using it towards a child! Apologize now, or I will curse you here in front of all these Muggles." Meg said it in such a deadly whisper that no one doubted she wouldn't hesitate to do what she had threatened.

"Fine. Sirius, come along."

Fear shot through Meg's eyes as she looked at the young boy standing slightly behind James.

"No, I don't think he should. I can see him onto the train."

Meg put her hand on the boy's shoulder and brought him to stand slightly behind her.

Walburga looked furious for a moment then swung herself around and stormed from the station. As soon as Walburga was out of sight, Meg spun around to pull Sirius into a fierce hug as the little boy shook in fear.

"Meg, what just happened?" Daisy asked nervously.

"That was Walburga Black. She is a member of the 'Ancient and Noble House of Black'. Most Blacks are rather snobbish and pride themselves immensely on being pureblood. Pureblood means they don't have any muggle blood at all. Pureblood families like hers make me ashamed to be Pureblooded most of the time. Most purebloods don't give a hoot about the purity of your blood, but rather how good a person you are."

At this point Meg noticed that Sirius was crying into her shoulder.

"Its ok, baby, she's gone. I'm not going to let her hurt you again."

Alfred kneeled down to help sooth the boy. "What do you mean by 'hurt him again' ? "

Meg looked like she was about to start crying now. "When ever Walburga, or her husband Orion, gets angry about anything, they take their temper out on Sirius. Michael, my husband, and I have been trying to get him taken away from them since he was five or six, but the ministry is so easily bribed now days that nothing has worked."

"The government knows for five bloody years, and they won't help the poor boy! That's scandalous!" Daisy began ranting about how ineffective the government was in such matters.

"Mother, you're embarrassing me!" the older girl said in a whiny voice. Daisy rounded on her oldest daughter and began to scold her vigorously. No one noticed the tall young man with messy chestnut hair and hazel eyes, exactly like Meg's, walk up to the group pushing two trolleys and dragging a boy, also about eleven, with neat dirty blonde hair and warm misty-grey eyes behind him.

"Caught him, Mum. He was looking at muggle tabloids and he had some lemon drops in his hand. Thought he might have nicked them but he paid, sure enough."

The young man stopped talking when he noticed the scene in front of him. Walking over to his mother he gently pulled her off Sirius, allowing the boy to breath normally again.

"Mum, I think he's okay now."

Meg realized that she had yet to introduce her sons or their friends to the Evans'.

"Oh Walburga got me so flustered, this is so embarrassing. Where have my manners gone? Alfred, Daisy this is my oldest son Conner," Conner shook hands with all the Evans except Petunia who muttered 'freak' and walked away. "My youngest, who you met briefly, James," James stepped forward, bowed to Alfred and kissed both Daisy and Lily on the hand making Daisy giggle.

"Sorry bout running past you earlier and not apologizing, but you wouldn't have stopped either if you had a crazy Irish girl on your tail." James shied away from the furious Irish girl in question as his mother laughed at him.

"The crazy Irish girl, as James seems to have dubbed her, is Selene O'Reilly, the Irish Wizarding Ambassador's daughter." Selene stepped forward, swept into a perfect curtsy and then returned to glaring murderously at James. "This little wanderer is Alan Lovegood, the son of one of the men that works with Selene's Father as an assistant Ambassador," The blonde boy made a regal bow and moved to stand beside Selene. "And last, but not least, is Sirius Black - trouble maker extraordinaire and possibly the only decent member of the Black family in a few generations." Sirius stepped up and mimicked James' actions only adding a flourished bow which he leaned in to far, causing him to fall flat on his face. Lily laughed loudly at the fallen boy but stopped until she noticed the other kids laughing just as loudly, Selene was actually leaning on Alan for support. Conner reached down and pulled the boy to his feet.

"Now that Sirius has finished his antics, kids, this is Lily Evans. She's starting Hogwarts this year also." Lily nervously smiled at the group of wizarding children and received large encouraging smiles in return; slowly her smile became as large as the other four's.

"Well I think they should have opened the barrier by now. I know you would want to see Lily all the way onto the train but the barrier doesn't allow muggles through to the platform. I'll make sure she gets onto it all right and make sure these little demons watch out for her." Meg smiled at the Evans in an apologetic way and moved a little away from them so they could say goodbye to Lily with relative privacy. "Conner take the boys on ahead while Selene and I wait to help Lily through." Conner walked through the barrier quickly followed by James and Sirius. Alan pulled Selene to the side. He leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"I got you these." He slipped the lemon drops in Selene's palm and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek. Running through the barrier he turned and blew Selene another kiss which she caught and pressed against the other cheek. Meg watched this and laughed, remembering how Michael had done a similar thing before their second year. Michael had saved every muggle penny he could get his hands on for the entire summer just so he could buy her a Mars Bar at Kings Cross that September. Selene walked back to Meg and sat down on her trolley, clutching the box of lemon drops in her hand with a goofy grin on her face.

Leaning in, Meg whispered to Selene in a singsong voice, "Some ones got a crush."

"Meg, I do not have a crush on Alan. That would be like having a crush on James. Just plain eeeeeeeewwwwww!"

Several people passing by stared at Selene confused at what she was saying through her thick accent. Meg just laughed at the girl who was blushing madly, completely denying what was written plain as day across her face.

"I know you think he's like you brother. Leny sweetheart, James, Sirius and Conner are like you brothers; they tease you and fight with you all the time. Alan has never teased you in any way or fought with you, he's always been a perfect gentleman. Besides, would a brother ever give you muggle candy? Especially when he had to save up for a while to get enough money."

Selene went, if possible, a brighter shade of red. Luckily for her, Lily walked up to them with her trolley.

"Mrs. Potter, my mum wanted me to give you this so you could get in touch with her."

Lily handed Meg a slip of paper with the Evans' phone number and address. Selene looked at the string of numbers confused.

"What are the numbers for?"

"The telephone."

Lily looked at Selene like she was insane as did Selene.

"What's a telyphone?"

"You've never used a telephone?"

Selene looked offended at this.

"So, I bet loads of wizards haven't used telyphones."

Suddenly Lily realized something; how could she have forgotten they didn't have telephones in the wizarding world.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you use owls instead of telephones."

Laughing on the inside, Meg put on the strict parental act earning an eye roll from Selene.

"Girls, this is cute and all but we need to get you on the train. Lily, I'll take your trolley and you help Leny push hers, ok. Now Lily, this might unnerve you at first, but to get on the platform you have to walk straight through the barrier. Girls, I want the two of you to go first and I'll be right behind you."

The two girls pushed the trolley toward the solid looking barrier. Lily was shaking visibly and Selene was gulping nervously.

"Do ya just want to take it at a run? Ya know get it over."

Lily nodded and at the same moment both threw all there weight onto the trolley. Bracing herself for the crash that wasn't coming Lily slipped through the barrier. Both girls had their eyes closed, otherwise they would have seen James and Sirius standing in front of them. With a resounding smack the trolley collided with the boys. Opening their eyes the girls began to giggle uncontrollably. James and Sirius had landed in front of the trolley in an extremely compromising position. (A/n imagine anything in the form of guys making out on the ground and tangled up and you've got them at the moment.) Laughing, the girls headed past the now fighting boys and the screams of 'Poof', 'Fag', and 'Boys, stop this instant'.

"Well, my dear Lily, I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Selene said as she threw her arm over Lily's shoulder.

"Why, my dearest Leny, I do believe your right." Catching each others eyes, they burst out laughing.

"Come on we need to get a compartment and on the way you can explain what a telyphoon is!"

"Well first off its pronounced telephone, not telyphoon."

Selene listened fascinated as Lily explained the telephone as the two fuming boys plotted revenge behind their backs.