(Minor language, minor violence, possible suggestive themes. Most definitely some "that's what she said" moments.)

Hey so this is a redo of my original story, "The Four Flavors Meet Hogwarts." I am completely redoing the whole story and it will not follow the original story nor the Harry Potter stories. If you have any questions, leave a comment! Actually I would just love a comment in general if you read it! All critiques are welcome; just don't waste my time with pointless flames.

Enjoy!!

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Chapter One:

Rain spit against the train's windows in a frenzy as the train raced through the countryside. The Hogwarts Express was carting this year's students to the most famous wizarding school around, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

In one tiny compartment, four girls were seated. Listening in on their conversation, one could quickly deduce that they were not from Great Britain, rather they were from America. In their case, Idaho to be exact. The four girls were all sixteen years old and participating in an exchange program between their school and Hogwarts.

Sitting in the back right corner, slouched against the wall, was Katie Quatrone. She was wearing faded skinny jeans that were torn at the knees and her black T-Shirt said in a bold gold lettering, 'Blackwater High Track Team.' Shaking her auburn hair out her eyes, she turned to laugh at something the girl next to her had said.

Isabelle Malark, easily the tallest of the girls, was telling a story and her brown curls seemed to bounce with excitement as she spoke. The word "Hollister" was slashed across her chest on her red long-sleeve shirt, and her dark washed jeans twitched as she kept tapping her foot.

Across from her, Indigo Stringham was tapping out a rhythm on her legs with her drumsticks, which she had brought with her to England. Her long black hair covered most of the stars on her shirt, and the purple streaks in her hair stood out against the white material of the shirt. Her legs were stretched out and were resting on the area on the seat between her two friends. Her jeans were black with zippers on the cuffs.

The last girl was named Makenzie Ashwell. As she was laughing, out of habit she pushed her blonde hair behind her ears then back out in front. She was wearing light wash jeans and her flip-flops showed off her manicured toes. Her shirt was a crème colored tank top with tiny rosebuds on it; so tiny they appeared to be dots.

Their conversation, while seemingly hilarious to the four girls, was probably not understandable to anyone else. They were such close friends, more sisters than anything else, that they were able to say maybe two words before howling with laughter. Never underestimate the power of friendship; it makes mind reading very believable. Looking at them separately would lead to the conclusion that they were all very different. This was true, but when you watched all four together their similarities were astounding. They spoke with the same mannerisms, laughed like each other, and managed to talk over each other (often interrupting) and still understand what was going on. To any onlooker it was very confusing.

This was in fact happening to three teenagers who were standing outside the compartment's doors. Harry Potter and his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, had arrived on the train later than normal (blame runaway Crookshanks) and were in need of a compartment. All were filled and when they had finally reached the back of the train, they had stumbled across this one. Even at a school as large as Hogwarts, one gets the feeling that you can at least recognize a majority of the students. In this case, the Golden Trio was at a loss. None of them recognized the four girls sitting in the compartment, not even an inkling of who they might be. Plus, none of them were wearing robes so they couldn't even guess what house they were in.

"It's not like there are any other places to sit," Hermione finally voiced, answering the unasked question. So with a shrug, Harry slid the compartment doors open. The four girls glanced up, their conversation coming to a halt. "Um, hey!" Harry stammered, giving a small awkward wave. "Hey," chorused the girls, causing Ron to chuckle. "That was good. Practice much?" he asked teasingly, edging his way into the compartment. "Only occasionally," retorted Indigo with a grin.

"Do you mind if we sit here?" asked Hermione brightly. By way of answer, the girls scooted closer to each other to make room. After the three students settled in and introductions were made, the seven sat silently. "So America?" Harry finally voiced. "Britain's got to be pretty different from home for you all."

The girls all nodded but Makenzie was the one to reply. "It's a huge a change, y'all get so much rain here and back in Idaho we never got any rain." "At least none worth mentioning," Katie added. Hermione frowned. "But if you're from Idaho, how do you have an accent? We studied America in Muggle Studies and if I'm correct," she faced Makenzie, "you have an accent from the southeastern part of the States."

Makenzie giggled, a blush coming across her face for a moment. "Well, we all live in Idaho. I moved there from South Carolina." Indigo jokingly punched her friend in her arm, "Yup she's our little southern belle!" she said teasingly. "South Carolina did get rain," she admitted. "But I've lived in Idaho for so long now that I'm not used to it anymore."

A silence came back awkwardly. "How about some music?" Isabelle asked suddenly, already reaching into her backpack beneath the seat. "Music?" repeated Ron with a confused expression on his face. "Don't tell me that you've never heard of music Ron," remarked Indigo with a grin. "Nah I have, I just didn't…" he trailed off as he stared at the contraption in Isabelle's hands. "What is that?"

"This is an iPod," she answered, busily fiddling with some of the buttons on it. Hermione cut in, "But that's a muggle device. It won't work here." Katie shook her head. "Actually yeah it will. One of our classes back home was to change muggle inventions so that they could work in wizarding environments. That's our version of Muggle Studies," she added with a laugh.

"It's a lifesaver," Makenzie said before turning to Isabelle. "Hey Iz, make sure to choose a good song!" "Would I choose any other kind?" Isabelle retorted. Suddenly the iPod came to life, it's little square lighting up and words blasting out of it.

I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a '64 Impala.

The four girls automatically started singing along, much to the amusement and shock of the three British teens. "What song is that?" Harry half shouted over the song. "I Wish by Secret Handshake," Makenzie shouted back before continuing on with her singing.

Ron shrugged at Harry's bemused expression. "You have to admit, it's kinda catchy!" he shouted at his best friend, his head bobbing with the beat of the song. Hermione even found herself tapping her hands to the beat and she laughed. "I should definitely bring this up to Professor Burbage," she said excitedly.

All of a sudden Indigo shouted, "SWITCH!" and Makenzie dove for the iPod and began flipping through the songs. Before Harry, Ron, or Hermione knew what was going on, a new song was blasting out of the tiny speakers. "And which song is this?" Ron yelled. "Tik Tok by Ke$ha!" yelled back Katie.

I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes

However before any more singing could continue, the doors to the compartment slammed open with a bang. All seven fell silent and turned to look at the door. "Good god, I didn't think Hogwarts could even sink any lower. But Americans too now?" drawled a rather tall boy standing in the frame of the door. "Malfoy," snarled Harry under his breath.

"Oh Potter is that you? I didn't even see you there. You're hidden by that Mudblood, Blood traitor, and this new American scum," laughed Draco Malfoy, letting out a bark like laugh. "Hey, now hang on a sec!" Indigo said suddenly, her eyes narrowing. The two boys fell silent and turned to stare at the now standing teenager. "Exactly who the hell do you think you are?" she demanded. Draco stepped into the compartment and his two cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, took his place in the frame, blocking a way out. "Oh you know how to speak do you?" Draco snapped, a smirk twisting his face as he advanced on Indigo.

Standing at what was obviously above six feet tall, Draco stood almost a head above Indigo but she didn't back down. When she didn't say anything, Draco let out a growl. "Seeing as how introductions haven't been made, I'll introduce myself. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He was about to continue on but was interrupted by someone snorting. He rounded on the person who did and came face to face with Isabelle who had stood up. Though taller than Isabelle, the height difference was less noticeable and thus less intimidating. "Nice introduction, bit of a rip off of James Bond though don't ya think?"

The reference went over Draco's head but he caught on that it was a disguised insult. "Insolent American bitch," he muttered before yanking his wand out and fully facing Isabelle. The two stood glaring at each other, barely a foot apart. Draco's wand was pressing into Isabelle's stomach but she stood her ground.

"Put it down Malfoy," Harry said, cutting off the staring contest that the two seemed to be trapped in. Draco peeked over his shoulder to see the rest of the compartment's occupants had stood up and drawn their wands. Feeling something odd, he looked down to see that Isabelle had jabbed him in the stomach with her wand. "You heard Harry, put it down," she hissed, her eyes slits. Draco glared and slowly lowered his and she followed suit. "This isn't over," he whispered before saying loudly, "Come on Crabbe, Goyle. This scum isn't worth it." He shouldered his way out and his two thugs popped their knuckles and followed like the dogs they were.

With a sigh, everyone sat down. "Well that was exciting," Katie remarked dryly. Hermione shook her head. "Honestly. I know he's a prat but do you guys always have to go at it? I swear every time he comes, wands get pulled out and we're just seconds away from a duel."

"Come on 'Mione," whined Ron. "It's not like we were asking for it!" "And besides," Harry interjected. "He always starts it." Hermione let out her breath in a huff. "Yeah I suppose…"

"Well now that he's gone, I think we have some music to catch up on!" Makenzie exclaimed excitedly, gladly breaking the tension. She grabbed the iPod and cranked it back up. As the train hurtled through the night to the castle, the group of seven eased back into the comfort they had been in before the arrival of a certain Slytherin.