Author's Note: I do not own any characters, except Evelynn Edwards, from the Harry Potter series. I also don't own any of the magic that is used or brought up; along with any locations within this fanfic. All things magical and anything affiliated with the Harry Potter series is strictly that of J.K. Rowling, author of the series.

I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I grew up listening to my parents, the notorious Cecilia and Erikis Edwards, retell their days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My mom was in Ravenclaw, but she always reminded us that she wanted to be in Slytherin and my dad was in Gryffindor. My dad would always say she was too smart for Slytherin or "too smart to be evil." Then my mother would just reply that she valued the Slytherin's view of the pure-blood topic, which is, of course, that we were the superior wizards or witches.

The day that I have been waiting for has finally arrived. I was going to be boarding the train to Hogwarts. I heard people all around me at the platform, rushing around anxiously. I looked up at the wall between nine and ten and tightened my grip on my cart that held my trunk and my owl. Jeb was my white owl with black around his eyes and stripes of black on his wings.

I took a deep breath and threw my dark auburn brown hair into a ponytail. I began walking, faster as I got closer to the wall, until I almost slammed into two redheads; who were obviously twins. They just kept running as I immediately halted and almost fell forward. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I looked up to get another look at the boys who almost killed me, but they had already disappeared on the other side of the wall.

So they must be wizards, I thought, as I adjusted my black jacket I was wearing. I looked around dumbfounded and saw another group of redheads that must have been the culprits' family

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry for Fred and George's rudeness. Were you trying to get on platform nine and three-quarters?" A round woman asked amongst two redheaded boys and a small redheaded girl. I nodded feebly.

They must be the Weasleys that my mom talks about. They are hard to miss amongst a crowd. I believe were her exact words. They were another pure-blood family, but as my mother constantly reminds me, they were "blood-traitors" nonetheless. My father and I manage to ignore her when she talks about stuff like that. I never did see the difference between witches or wizards who had different backgrounds, I mean if they can perform good magic then they were fine on my terms.

"Oh, well come over here then dear. My other sons are going too. This is Percy and Ron, he's a first year like you-" I looked up at her questioningly. "I can just tell. You can go with Ron-"

"Excuse me." A voice cut her off, making Mrs. Weasley turn around with yet another smile plastered on her plump face.

"Hello dear. First time at Hogwarts?" She asked.

"Yes," said the boy. He had messy black hair and black-rimmed glasses with tape that kept them together. He looked familiar. His great green eyes looked up at Mrs. Weasley with a nervousness to them. "The thing is- the thing is, I don't know how to-"

"How to get on the platform?" She asked finishing his sentence for him. He nodded. He must be born from muggles.

I shifted my weight to my other foot and glanced at the clock in the train station. We were going to be late.

"Not a problem. You might as well join the pack," she shifted her head to indicate me and Ron and realized that Percy had already left. Probably tired of waiting... "You can go with Ron...and I'm sorry I didn't get your name dear?"

"Evelynn."

"Right. I suggest you two walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten at a run if you're nervous." The boy with green eyes pushed against my left and Ron against my right and we began running toward the wall. I ended closing my eyes at the last minute as we kept running until we reached platform nine and three-quarters. The three of us were pretty small, but I still didn't understand how we managed to make it through. That's when I saw the red steam engine. The Hogwarts Express. The green-eyed boy had vanished before I knew it and Ron was waiting for the rest of his family. I climbed up on the train while letting my hair down where it came to a rest just below my shoulder blades. I ran a hand threw it to untangle it and proceeded down the isle for an empty compartment, which seemed impossible. I could barely walk down the isle because girls and boys that seemed five inches taller than me kept rushing passed me and "accidentally" ramming into me with their shoulder blades or stepping on my foot. By the fifth time this happened, I was on the verge of screaming and I'm typically not a angry person.

I saw a blonde boy coming down the isle with a grimace on his face while looking down as he was walking. He pushed pass me, slamming into my already sore shoulder. I clenched up and threw my arm out so he couldn't get pass me. That's when he looked up with an amused look on his face and took in his surroundings while raising his eyebrows at me.

"Excuse me, I'm getting really tired of people running into me and stepping on my foot. I may be small as it is and a first year, but I mean...can't you watch where you're going?" I asked calmly. His blonde hair was slicked back and he wasn't that much taller than me. Maybe an inch or so.

"Can't you?" He asked with a disgusted tone and pushed my arm away from him. "You must be a muggle-born by the way that you think you can talk to me like that." I raised an eyebrow at him.

"So what if a person is muggle-born? Everyone talks to idiots the same way." I replied, moving my hand into my jacket pocket and reaching for my wand.

He withdrew his wand faster than me and pressed it against my chest. I looked up at him, but then the train jerked forward. He fell backwards as I fell forwards, landing on him. It gave me a chance to grab my wand.

"Get off me!" He pushed up and flung me backwards as the word impedimenta crept into my head. The boy flew backwards and hit the opposite side of the isle. He didn't move.

"Oh no." I whispered. That's when I realized a lot of people were staring out of their compartment windows, watching the scene play out. I didn't know what to do. I quickly grabbed my trunk and owl cage and took off down and out of the isle. I kept running until I found a compartment seemingly empty, but found out as I entered that it wasn't. I sighed in relief when I recognized their faces. "Oh good, it's only Ron and green-eyed boy." I breathed out, trying to catch my breath. Not fully realizing what I said.

I slammed my trunk into the corner of the compartment with the other trunks and kept Jeb at my side. I guess I interrupted a conversation they were having because they were looking at each other with an awkwardness surrounding them.

"Mind if I stay here?" I asked biting my lip and throwing a look over my shoulder as I watched a bushy haired girl walk by.

Ron shrugged and the green-eyed boy smiled and said, "Sure."

I heaved a sigh, "Thanks and I've been here the entire time okay?" I questioned looking at both the boys. They looked at each other and nodded their heads slowly. The train jerked again and slammed me down next to the green-eyed boy. As soon as I sat down the food trolley came and I watched as the green-eyed boy buy loads of candy and started discussing what Chocolate Frogs were and who Albus Dumbledore was. Wow, this boy is clueless.

"You look familiar. Have we met? Besides today of course," I laughed looking up at the boy who obviously didn't know anything of the magical world.

"Well he is Harry Potter," Ron muttered looking exasperated at the fact that no one seemed to know anything.

"No kidding?" I asked shoving the hair away from his forehead and looking up at the distinct lightning-shaped scar. Both Harry and Ron looked taken aback. "Well, of course, that explains why you look like James!" I said smiling at him. "I just couldn't place the name, it was on the tip of my tongue the entire time. You look just like you're dad-"

The compartment door opened to a round face boy as he started asking something about a toad. He was wearing his Hogwarts robes. I might as well change too.

I stood up and grabbed my robes and slipped out and found my way to the dressing rooms. When I came back to the compartment, the bushy-haired girl was there too, but she quickly left as I sat down. "Who was that?" I asked, looking at Ron who was holding a very large rat.

"I think she said her name was Hermione Granger, but I wouldn't be too sure...she was talking really fast." He replied before looking sadly down at his rat for some reason. I looked up and found Harry looking at me strangely.

I smiled, "Yep. Spitting image of James."

"So you knew him? I thought you were a first year." He replied. That's why he was looking at me strangely.

"I am. Why? Do I look older? That's good though, I could probably sneak into Hogsmeade if-"

"You? Hogsmeade?" Ron snorted, "That's only for third years and you barely look 11." I frowned and glared at him.

"No—wait what's Hogsmeade?" Harry asked.

I clicked my tongue, "That's right! My dad told me that Dumbledore gave you to some muggles. They did a right fit job if they were preventing any knowledge of anything magical." I frowned up at him.

"You seem to know a lot about the magical world for a muggle-born." Ron said suspiciously.

I laughed, "Who said I was a muggle-born? Anyway I don't know your dad personally, Harry. Only stories that my dad told me growing up. They used to be good friends."

The compartment door opened once again and this time it was the same blonde boy that I had fought with earlier. Great, I'm in so much trouble. I hope I don't get expelled... I tried to keep calm. This boy wasn't with any teacher only with two other boys, both seemed extremely large. The moment the blonde boy saw me, he yanked out his wand and pointed it straight at me. The boy's "bodyguards" looked confused, but shot their wands out too. It surprised me to see Harry and Ron jump up with their wands. I was the only one sitting down.

"Who are you three?" I asked towards the blonde boy and his followers pretending to not recognize the blonde boy in particular. I knew that if I was going to survive this school I needed to stay calm and not get mad, like I did earlier. I peered over at Harry, getting kind of annoyed that he would risk fighting a stranger. "Bloody hell why is everyone whipping at their wands? You know you could get expelled if the professors catch any one fighting..." I muttered crossing my legs and looking down at Jeb. I glanced in the blonde boy's direction and he was giving me an evil glare. I smirked up at him. He slowly lowered his and the other two followed suit. He decided ignoring me was better.

"They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?" the boy said directing his question towards Harry. Harry slowly sat down, confused as to what just happened.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked looking up the boy with a glare. He continued to ignore me.

"My name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe and Goyle." He said pointing quickly at the other two, who were probably idiots like Malfoy.

Ron sniggered and it made me smile, luckily he wasn't easily fooled by this facade.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children they can afford." Locomotor Owl Cage I thought as I made Jeb's cage slam against Malfoy's shin.

"You stupid mudblood! I know you did that!" He yelled clutching his shin. He was about to pull out his wand again when Ron's rat Scabbers jumped out of his hands and clamped down on his finger. Malfoy yelled and shook the rat off of him and burst out of the room with Crabbe and Goyle following.

We all started laughing after he ran away. After we settled down Hermione came barging in.

I let out a deep sigh, "I can't believe that was a Malfoy. Well I guess you learn something new every day."

"You know we're almost at the school and you two-" she pointed at Harry and Ron, "aren't even in your robes yet." She turned back to me with a questioning look. "Who are you?"

"Evelynn. You're Hermione Granger...Ron told me. Well, it's nice to meet you. Although...I've never heard about you or the name Granger-"

"Oh, well I'm muggle-born." She said smiling an excited smile.

"Right, of course. That does explain it." I said smiling back at her. My father used to tell me that I acted like an old man who was interested in the smallest little things. I never knew if I should have taken that as a compliment or not.

I turned back around towards Harry and Ron and they had somehow changed into their robes.

"I'm a bit confused. I remember seeing Malfoy at Diagon Alley, but why did he come in here pointing his wand at you?" Harry asked turning his brilliant green eyes towards me.

"Yeah, he also called you a m-mudblood. That filthy-"

"I don't have a problem with what Malfoy calls me." I said smiling. Both Hermione and Harry were looking at Ron confused.

Ron's jaw dropped, "Do you even know what he meant?"

"'Course I do. I'm not an idiot. He's probably just angry with me because I threw him across an isle and didn't get expelled." I replied pulling my hair back up into a loose bun while blinking the tiredness out of my eyes.

"You what?" Hermione and Harry questioned at the same time. I re-told the accident in the isle when I was trying to find an empty compartment.

"..and so that's why I ran into this compartment kind of panicked. I'm still not sure if I'm going get in trouble or not and my parents will be really mad if I get expelled," I paused to think, "I wonder if I could maybe use the Confundus Charm on Dumbledore..."

Hermione gasped, "No! That's-"

I laughed, "I was kidding, mate."

The train finally jerked to a stop as I collided with Hermione. She quickly walked out with a stiff look on her face.

"What's a mudblood?" Harry whispered to Ron as I left the compartment and smiled.