Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter etc
I thought I would have a break from my Johnny Storm story and write something different. This story goes along with the Harry Potter film.
Chapter 1:
After finding platform 9 and ¾, Alison Lewis wandered around the train searching for an empty compartment. Her curly, dark brown hair ended just below her shoulders and her fringe hung over her eyes. Being, a muggleborn, she had no idea what to expect from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had glanced over her text books during the summer but she couldn't make much sense of them. Her parents had let her buy a chubby Siamese cat which she had called Bugs. Her parents weren't very happy when they found out that Alison was a witch. It was on her eleventh birthday when she found out. She was about to open her presents and an owl flew through the open living room window. Mrs Lewis had screamed whilst Mr Lewis had frightened it away. It was lucky that Alison was an only child; she didn't think that her parents could handle another magical child.
The train began to move and she still hadn't found a compartment so she just ran into the nearest one, shutting the door behind her. She looked round at two boys: one had ginger hair and a dirty smudge on his nose, the other had jet black hair, glasses and a strange shaped scar on his forehead.
Alison smiled shyly, "You don't mind if I join you, do you?"
The redhead smiled, "Of course not; I'm Ron Weasley."
Alison shook his hand as she sat down, "Alison Lewis, but call me Ali."
They both turned expectantly towards the other boy.
"Oh," he said, "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
This seemed to excite Ron, "So it's true! I mean, do you really have the...?"
"The what?" asked Alison and Harry at the same time.
Ron looked around suspiciously, "The scar?"
"Oh," said Harry, lifting up his fringe so they could clearly see the lightning bolt shaped scar on his head.
"Wicked!" exclaimed Ron.
"I don't get it," said Alison, "what's so special about his scar?"
Ron looked shocked that she didn't know about Harry Potter.
"He got it when he defeated the most dangerous and evil wizard ever: you-know-who!" said Ron.
"No, I don't know who." Alison said, looking between them.
"He means Voldemort," said Harry.
Ron looked absolutely petrified at the name.
"He killed my parents when I was a baby and tried to kill me too. I don't know all of the details though – I only found out a few days ago." Harry explained.
"I'm so sorry Harry," said Alison, putting a hand on his shoulder, "so everyone supposedly knows this why?"
"He survived the killing curse!" said Ron, "No one has ever done that before. And no one knows how he did it!"
Alison nodded in understanding. An old woman stopped outside the compartment and opened the door.
"Anything off the trolley, dears?" she asked.
Alison gasped at the sight of the all of the different kinds of sweets. Some even looked like they were moving!
Ron held up some sandwiches, "No, thanks. I'm all set."
Harry looked at him sadly then dug around in his pocket, "We'll take the lot!"
He offered the woman a number of gold coins that Alison knew were galleons. The three experimented with the different sweets.
"Fizzing Whizzbees?" said Alison.
"They make you float off the ground for a while. They taste great too!" explained Ron.
Alison grinned and popped a few in her mouth. She levitated a couple of inches of her seat and laughed excitedly. Harry stared at her in amazement whilst Ron just smiled – obviously he was used to witnessing the side effects of the sweets.
Harry picked up a box, "Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?"
"They mean every flavour!" said Ron, biting into an ice mouse, "there's chocolate and peppermint..."
Harry popped a bean in his mouth and chewed slowly.
"There's also spinach, liver and tripe. George sweared he got a bogey flavoured one once!"
Harry then picked up another box labelled 'Chocolate Frog'.
"These aren't real frogs are they?"
Ron shook his head, "It's just a spell. Besides, it's the card you want; each pack's got a famous which or wizard. I've got about five-hundred myself."
Harry opened the box and the frog jumped onto the window and then outside.
"That's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them to begin with."
Harry inspected his card, "I've got Dumbledore!"
Alison ripped open a packet and picked out a card for herself. She examined it.
"Newt Scamander," said Alison and she almost screamed, "he just waved!"
"He's only being polite!" said Ron.
Alison nodded and looked back at the picture. She smiled timidly at the still waving figure of Newt Scamander.
"This is Scabbers by the way," Ron said, pointing at a rat eating out of a Bertie Bott's box, "pathetic isn't he?"
"Just a little bit," admitted Harry.
Alison sat forwards and stroked Scabbers, "I think he's cute!"
Ron rolled his eyes, "Girls!" he said exasperatedly.
Alison frowned at him, "You're eleven years old. You haven't experienced girls yet!"
Ron stuck his tongue out and turned back to Harry.
"Fred gave me a spell to turn Scabbers yellow. Do you want to see?"
"Yeah!" said Harry intrigued.
Alison nodded excitedly. She hadn't seen anyone perform magic yet. Ron cleared his throat and aimed his wand as a girl stepped into the room. She had long bushy brown hair and had an official air about her.
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one," she said.
"No," said Ron, clearly annoyed that he had been interrupted.
"Oh! Are you doing magic? Let's see then!" challenged the girl.
Ron cleared his throat again, "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."
Ron's wand hissed and Scabbers scuttled away from him. Alison picked him up and stroked him soothingly.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" asked the girl, not waiting for an answer, "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 sat opposite Harry and aimed her wand at his glasses, "For example: Oculus Reparo."
Harry's glasses fixed themselves and he took them off to admire them. Alison raised an eyebrow. Ron scowled at the intruder.
"Holy cricket!" exclaimed the girl, "You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" she asked looking at Ron.
"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron said with his mouth full.
Alison giggled and Hermione looked over at her expectantly.
"I'm Alison Lewis,"
"Pleasure," replied Hermione, "you three better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon."
She got up and was about to leave when she turned back to Ron, "You've got dirt on your nose by the way. Did you know? Just there."
Ron scrubbed his nose with a jelly snake hanging from his mouth as Hermione left. Everyone was silent.
"She's nice," said Alison, stifling a giggle.
"I think she's right, we should change into our robes," said Harry.
"Ok," said Ron, "we'll get changed in here, Ali, you can go and find the changing rooms."
Alison scowled and picked up her bag. She wandered around the train until she came to sign that said Changing Rooms and entered one of the cubicles. She got changed into the black skirt, white blouse, grey socks and black coat. She kept on her converses and left the cubicle, only to bump into someone and fall to the ground.
"Watch where you're going!" said two voices.
"I'm so sorry," said Alison as she looked up to see who she had bumped into.
Two identical boys with red hair and freckles held out a hand to help her up. She took each hand and pulled herself to her feet.
"Thank-you," she said, "you must be Ron's brothers?"
They both nodded, "Fred and George at your service ma'am!" and they both bowed.
Alison giggled, "Alison Lewis, call me Ali."
"Well, Ali, would you like us..." said Fred.
"To escort you back to your compartment?" finished George.
Alison smiled, "Sure!"
The twins stood on either side of Alison.
"Do you know what house you'll be in yet?" asked George.
"House?"
"You know, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin." Fred said.
Alison shook her head, "I don't really know much about Hogwarts. I'm what you guys call a muggleborn."
The twins nodded.
"Well, Gryffindor, that's our house, is for people who are brave and loyal. Hufflepuff is for the scaredy-cats who don't stand up for themselves...they're not too bright either. Ravenclaws are really smart and only focus on their studies and Slytherin is for evil witches and wizards, or students whose families are evil."
"Wow, you make it sound like Gryffindor is the only good one!" sighed Alison as they stopped outside her compartment.
"Well, it must be!" said Fred.
"'Cause we're in Gryffindor!" said George.
"You seem like a Gryffindor," said Fred.
Alison smiled, "I hope I'm in Gryffindor then. At least I'll know you guys."
The twins opened the door and they all sat down with Ron and Harry, explaining different aspects of Hogwarts. It wasn't long before the train came to halt. Alison took a deep breath and followed everyone onto the platform.
Thanks for reading. Chapter 2 will be out soon.