OK. I'll be honest. I've never read any of the books. I've done research for the story but feel free to point out anything I've got wrong. I will continue the story depending on feedback, so please give me feedback. Hope you enjoy

I sat in the empty carriage booth opposite Norkas Drover, my ministry handler. Norkas was an odd fellow but strangely pretty cool. He had hazelnut brown hair, which stuck right up at the front due to his many years on Quidditch. He had thick eyebrows and a goatee. Norkas was a steampunk. On the top of his hair he wore old-fashioned aviator goggles. He wore a blue formal shirt and dark grey cord trousers along with heavy black leather tanker boots with dark buckles and straps. Over it he wore a long russet brown coat. He used his hands a lot while talking; in a way they were how he communicated.

The dull worn out beige walls surrounded me. I sank in deep into the striped evergreen chair. I looked out the large window, staring at the grass fields that covered my field of vision. I turned back into the booth to look at Norkas. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other, only for a moment. I looked down at my wrists that were perched upon my lap. Cold, stainless steel handcuff wrapped around them. Handcuffs, seriously. I took a heavy sigh and continued to gaze out the window. Time went by, I counted, minute by minute. Norkas was reading the daily prophet; he was holding it high as he read it so it covered his face. He lowered it and glanced out the window, brought it back up and seconds later he dropped and stared out the window, towards the sky, blinking rapid, to check that he wasn't dreaming. I lent forward and looked towards the sky and saw a peculiar sight. There was a baby blue Ford Anglia dotting around the clouds, weaving and wobbling through the air. His face turned to an expression of anger. He folded the newspaper and set it next to him on the chair. I stood up in a hurry and moved towards the door. Just as he put one door through he stopped and turned round to me.

"Don't move." He said as he pointed his finger at me. His eyebrows drooped towards to his eyes, to emphasis his seriousness. Moments later he was gone. I listened carefully to the thuds of his boots against the ground as he walked away. I waited until I couldn't hear any thuds and there was complete silence, except for the roaring sound of train itself. Once he was gone I shuffled and flipped my hands and the cuffs fell off. I rubbed my wrists to sooth the stinging I felt from the rough steel. Felt good to be free.

You aren't going to get away you know. You're on a moving train, and it is moving pretty fast.

"Shut up." I muttered quietly.

Ok. It's your funeral.

"Yours too"

I hopped up from my chair and quickly formulated a plan. I left the booth and made my way down the carriage. Just as I reached the exit I saw Norkas trying to get an eye on who was driving the car. I stopped dead in my tracks, twirled around and hurried the other direction. I exited through the door and stood between the carriages. I climbed to the roof of the carriages. The train was crossing a bridge, which had a 100 metre drop into a large river. I kept hearing him nagging in my ear

Are you sure about this? I mean you'll probably break at least 7 bones on impact.

I took a few small quick breaths and leapt out. I speared through the air and free fell towards the water. As I was falling I heard a faint yell but I couldn't make out what it was over the wind and the train. Suddenly I stopped and was stuck in mid-air. I slowly started to move backwards and rotate to be hanging completely upside down. I was dragged back to the train and I saw an upside-down Norkas with his thin black wand aimed at me, he didn't look happy. I awkwardly smiled at him. He brought me back onto the train and handcuffed me again.

Told you

As he brought me back to our booth I couldn't help but feel people's eyes on me. We continued the journey in complete silence but Norkas kept a watchful eye on me at all times. The train reached it destination and everyone dismounted. All but myself and Norkas. He made me wait until everyone left, he didn't want me disappearing into the crowd. Once everyone left the train and got on the carriages to the castle we got off and got a private carriage, commencing another awkward trip. It had gotten dark and there was light rainfall, quietly tapping on the window. The carriage bounced up and down on the cobble stone road that ran into the castle.

We climbed out and he led me inside, through the large oak wood doors and up a marble staircase. We walked up them and reached another large door. I paused and took a deep breath.

Ready?

I ignored him of course. Suddenly the doors opened we stepped forward. We entered into a grand hall, it was made on stone but the stone had a golden shine to it. Candles floated high above our heads along with a glittering night sky. 4 long hard wooden tables ran down the hall. Children in black cloaks, pointed hats and coloured ties filled them. They were all dressed so well, I was there in school trousers, formal shoes and tatty white shirt, untucked and rolled up sleeves. They were all staring at me. Norkas took stood by the door and I continued to walk but stopped after a few metres. Dumbledore, with his long flowing beard step forward to his podium.

"Now for our last matter. This is Charles Hamilton. He will be joining our 2nds here." He reached his hand towards me. "Please Charles, come forward." I could feel more and more eyes hitting me. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I shoved them into my pockets. I awkwardly shuffled up to the front where there was a stool with a hat set on top of it. Minerva McGonagall, in her emerald green dress, stood by it.

Well this should be very interesting.

"Quiet." I whispered. I stepped up and sat on the stool. McGonagall lowered the hat down onto my head and its brim drooped over my eyes.

"Now. This is very intriguing. Laidback, kind, loyal, no wish for competition." Spoke the hat.

Ah. He's got you pegged Charlie.

"It would seem you'd be perfect for Hufflepuff. But. There seems to be something else, or someone. True leadership, resourceful, not a lover of rules and authority. So much to you. Like as if you are two people. Xavier?"

Now this guy is good.

"Slytherin!" The hat shouted as it echoed through the hall. Everyone clapped, though only one table was truly clapping like they were happy to have me, the Slytherin table. The hat was removed and I awkwardly got up and went to my new house. I couldn't find a seat and it started to get really embarrassing. Luckily I found an empty space just in time. I took the seat without looking anyone in the eyes. Once I settled I looked up and I was sitting opposite a smug blonde fellow with slicked back hair. He gave me a smug superior smile and I returned it with an awkward smile.

"Hi." I extended my arm out to him. "I'm Charlie."

There you have it, hope you liked. Please R &R ...sorry if I got anything wrong