AN: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling and not to me. But I do own the ideas (credits to: Phyllis and Laurel) and Hannah Simmons andother original characters.

"'Ello, ma'am. And you are…?" the bus attendant asked me.

"Er…. My name is Hannah Simmons. Could you possibly take me to the Leaky Cauldron please? I don't want to be a nuisance or anything…." I asked him.

"Sure thing! And this is my job so you aren't a nuisance at all!! Get on inside, it's cold out 'ere! 'Ere, let me take these for you," he said with a heavy Irish accent while he picked up my trunks.

"Thank you, sir." I walked into the Knight Bus and there was no one on there except for the conductor, driver and attendant – and of course, me. I looked around to only find beds – no chairs or seats at all!! It surprised me very much, considering that this is a bus. I just shrugged it off and sat down on one of the beds.

"To the Leaky Cauldron?" a floating he'd asked me. It was quite a frightening sight but I just figured, We're in the wizarding world – what can you not expect?

"Yes, please," I said quietly. I'm not the most social person in the world and I don't like to have attention brought to myself so I usually keep quiet.

"Leaky Cauldron it is!" said the man who had taken my luggage from me earlier.

"Hey, Ernie! Wake up! We're going to the Leaky Cauldron!" The floating head had quite the Jamaican accent. It was a bit hard to understand him.

A man with big, thick glasses and white hair looked up from drooling on his steering wheel, took a bit of a stale looking sandwich and drove off with a speed you could not even imagine. After a while of driving around, my eyelids closed from my lack of sleep and I drifted off to my slumber.

"Come on in, Harry! Pleasure seeing you again! Here, let me take your bags, mate!" I heard the attendant say to someone. I had barely been awake at that time so I really had no idea what was going on.

"Thanks. Could you drop me off at-" someone began but was soon cut off by the attendant.

"Leaky Cauldron. That's where that girl is headin' also. Now we've only got ten stops!! Let's go now!" the attendant said.

I heard someone's footsteps come near me but I just pretended to be asleep. I had no idea who it was, until someone said with a bit of a rude tone, "Excuse me, but would you mind moving your feet so I can get by?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't notice! Sorry!!" I said. Of course, being spoken to by a stranger made me nervous – I was anti-social, as I said before. I looked up to see a pair of forest-green eyes staring at me beneath round glasses. He had a mop of black hair and he was quite tall.

"Thanks," he said before he walked off to the bed next to me which was the last one left – as I had just noticed. It appeared that the rest of the beds had been occupied by other stranded witches and wizards who smelled like they had not showered for days. I reached into my backpack and took out a book which I read with interest until the same boy said, "I'm sorry for being rude, it's just my life's been chaotic."

I looked up from my book and said, "No, it's fine." I started to read my book again because I thought he didn't have anymore to say and I thought that I'd never speak to him again – boy, was I wrong.

"My name's Harry Potter. You've probably heard of me – just like everyone else." He looked down and he looked like he was ashamed of who he was. I thought it would have been great to be like him; going on adventures every year, messing with You-Know-Who and having an all-around great life.

I was most definitely wrong.

"I'm Hannah Simmons. It's a pleasure meeting you, Harry." I looked back at my book and started reading again. He probably didn't know who I was, but I sure did know him. I had been to the same school as him but he just didn't know that because I was socially-retarded and didn't have any friends.

After about ten minutes, Harry felt the need to talk to me some more so he asked me, "What book are you reading?"

I flipped the book over and it had read Quidditch Through the Ages. "Quidditch Through the Ages. It's really quite fascinating. I've always wanted to be a seeker. It's probably really fun. Have you ever played Quidditch?" I knew very well that he was the seeker for Gryffindor, but I chose not to tell him about my past just yet.

"Of course I play Quidditch! I love it! And actually, I am a seeker for Gryffindor at Hogwarts! Do you go to school there?"

"I don't go to school anymore…." I said quietly. I sort of felt ashamed because I thought that he would think I'm a drop-out which is far from what I am.

"Did you graduate already?" He kept throwing these questions at me. I really didn't think that I was that interesting.

"No. I'm only sixteen."

"Me too. Well, hopefully I'll be seeing you around because this is my stop," he said just as the attendant announced that we were at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Actually, this is my stop also. Maybe we will see each other around." I gave him a small shy smile that hardly anyone got to see.

"Alright, bye Hannah."

"Bye Harry."