This is my first Fanfic, but I'm not looking for pity votes, I've been writing original stories for about ten years, it's just this is my first Fanfic, before now I've been too afraid that I wouldn't give other writers justice, but now I feel confident I'm at least competent.

I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or anything else I can get in trouble for attempting to own. I do
however own April Thompson, Vayvar Willowwitch, Andy and any other character I feel like creating.
My story is based on the movies and some of my own ideas, not the books, so don't say I've missed
out on things that are only in the books.
If you try and put me or my story down you will be turned into a random NPC to be maimed,
tortured and maybe even killed, and none of your death or pain will end up in this story, it will only
be there for me to cackle evilly at and feed to my dog, cat and brothers, who will eat anything I put
in front of them. Constructive criticism is, however, welcome.

April Thompson stumbled as the Hogwarts express pulled from the station; she needed to
find somewhere to sit before she fell on her face. She fixed up her glasses and looked through
the door beside her; a boy was chasing his frog annoying everyone around him, and there
wasn't any room anyway. In the next door was slightly open and inside was a lone girl with
frizzy hair reading 'Hogwarts: A History' with a two piles of books beside her. April knocked
and asked if she could come in. The girl huffed and said;

"As long as you don't mind sitting with a muggle-born." April sat down.

"Why would I?" she asked. The girl looked up from her book.

"The people who were in here before did." She admitted and held out a hand. "I'm
Hermione, by the way, Hermione Granger. Sorry about the cold shoulder."

"April Thompson." She answered shaking hands. "Don't worry about it, I know a lot of
people like that, I bet they're going to be in Slytherin." Hermione smiled and nodded going
back to her book. A little later, Hermione finished 'Hogwarts: A history', placed it on the
larger pile and picked up the next book; 'Basilisks, Werewolves, and other dark creatures'.
Soon the Lolly Trolley came to the door. April jumped up and dug some money out of her
pockets. "One chocolate frog and two liquorish wands please. On second thought make that
three liquorish wands, I just love liquorish." As the trolley lady was getting her order April
looked over at Hermione, still reading. "Have you ever had wizard sweets?" she asked. When
Hermione looked up and shook her head April turned back to the trolley. "Could I also get
a box of BertieBotts and another frog for my friend?" when she came back Hermione was
staring at April. "What? What's wrong?" April asked.

"Why did you do that? You barely know me." April smiled.

"Well; you're muggle born, and you're trying to learn as much as you can before you get
there, so you're studious and want to be best in your class. By the books you're reading I'd
guess you already know more than most people on this train do, even those in their seventh
year. But you probably don't know things that most people born with magical parents
take for granted. I know you're proud, but unsure of being a witch because you hold your
wand in your lap, and keep checking it's there. Also, you've had a bad experience with
Purebloods, and I want to show you that we're not all bad." She finished holding out two
boxes. Hermione smiled, put her book down and took the offered sweets.

"You're right," she admitted, "about everything actually; I don't know a thing
about 'Chocolate Frogs' or whatever these things are." Opening the box of BertieBotts.

"They're 'BertieBotts Every Flavour Beans'," April explained, "they're not like muggle
every flavour beans; they range from Chocolate pudding to earwax. Once I found a toe jam
flavoured one." Hermione was about to pick out one but froze at Aprils comment and looked

up ominously. April laughed. "It's just the luck of the draw, here I'll take one and you take
one, and we'll eat them together." And Hermione passed April a bean.

"What did you get?" April asked chewing on her bean. Hermione smiled

"Buttered popcorn, you?"

"Peanuts." April grinned, it actually tasted like gym shoes but April didn't want to turn
Hermione off BertieBotts. Hermione picked up her chocolate frog and asked:

"These aren't real frogs are they?"

"It's just a spell, but there's a certain knack to caching them when they jump." Hermione
opened the box and April grabbed the frog mid jump. "I've been caching these frogs since
I was five." She said passing it to Hermione. Hermione looked at the squirming mass of
chocolate in her hand.

"What do I do with it now?" she asked.

"You eat it of course." April answered opening and catching her chocolate frog. "Then you
check what card you've got. My dad collects them, that's why I can catch them so well; my
house is usually full of them." She pushed the chocolate frog in her mouth and Hermione
cringed. "Don't worry, it doesn't crunch." Hermione looked back at her hand and hesitated.
"Just shove it in, trust me." Hermione closed her eyes tight and ate the frog. When she'd
finished she looked at April.

"If it didn't squirm, it would've been nice."

A little bit later the boy from the other compartment knocked on the door.

"Have you seen my frog?" he asked, "His name's Trevor and he's about this big."

"No, but I'll help you look." April said sticking her head out the window to check if it was
stuck on the side.

"Are you sure it's not a toad?" Hermione asked. "It looks too big for a frog." A yelp from
April caught the two student's attention. She pulled her head back in with a chocolate frog
crawling on her face. "Apparently, you can even catch chocolate frogs without trying."
Hermione laughed. April pulled the frog off her face.

"I hope we have just as much luck with Trevor." She said giving the frog to Hermione. Then
she turned to the boy. "What's your name by the way?"

"Err, Neville." He stammered. "Neville...Longbottom." April cringed as she cleaned a
chocolate frog print from her glasses.

"That must be a hard name to have." Neville nodded sadly.

"All the other purebloods make fun of me whenever they can. I think that's why I can't find
Trevor." April crossed her arms across her chest.

"Excuse me? I happen to be a pureblood." Neville began stuttering excuses and apologies,
but April just smiled and shook her head. "It's ok; I was just messing with you." April turned
to Hermione who was just putting the frog in her mouth. "Are you going to help look for
Trevor?" she asked. The young witch nodded and stood up.

"We won't be able to look for long though," Hermione stated, "We're going to be arriving
soon." April thought for a second.

"Alright, you get changed and head down that way." she said pointing toward the front of
the train. "Neville and I'll go this way and get changed when we get back."

April and Neville had searched two carriages before they finally gave up.

"Don't worry Neville," April said, putting a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder, "maybe
someone has already found him and handed him in." The young wizard nodded grimly and
they both went back to their carriages. Hermione came back to the compartment just as April
was tucking in her shirt. Hermione was wearing the girl's uniform but when April was getting
fitted she felt that the skirt was too short and got the boy's uniform instead. As soon as she
had shut the door behind her Hermione practically jumped on April.

"Guess who I just saw!" she squealed. April waited for her ears to stop ringing before
asking.

"By that squeal I'd say: Gilderoy Lockhart?"

"Even better; Harry Potter!" April's jaw dropped.

"Harry Potter? As in: The Boy Who Lived?" Hermione nodded excitedly.

"He was sitting with this weird red head guy, Ron something-or-other, he was wearing
second-hand clothes and he spoke with his mouth full, anyway, they were surrounded with
wizard food and trying to turn a rat yellow-"

"Weasley?" April interrupted. When Hermione looked at her with a puzzled face April
elaborated. "Was his name Ron Weasley?" Hermione nodded.

"I think so, why?" April shrugged.

"My mum went to school with a Weasley, and he fits the description." Their discussion was
cut short as they pulled into the station. April grabbed her robe and Hermione started packing
up her books. "What are you doing?" April asked, and then she slapped her head. "Muggle-
born, sorry I forgot. Just leave all your stuff there; they'll be in your room when you get
sorted."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked.

"Of course I am," she answered pulling on her robe, "the same thing happened to my mum."
Suddenly April felt something squirm in her robes pocket. She reached in a pulled out a
toad. Looking up at Hermione she asked; "Is this yours?" Hermione shook her head as they
stepped off the train.

"Maybe its Trevor?" she queried. April looked up at the mass of students heading to the
boats, she couldn't see Neville.

"Come on Hermione, let's find Neville."