Chapter 1
From The Platform to the school
Elizabeth Durnham stepped off the train onto Platform 10, happy to be back in London once again. " Why don't you play something while we wait for your father to come and pick us up." Said her mother.
Looking around for a place to hide while playing hide-and-seek with Tom, she spotted an open trunk off to the side. She thought it would be a good place to hide so climbed inside burying herself under the piles of black robes.
Lying sideways on piles of books and more clothes was definitely not a comfortable position so she shifted a little bit. *Thud* The lid of the trunk slammed shut and locked, trapping Elizabeth inside.
"Get your trunk, Harry" came the voice of a young girl about 14 of 15. "The train will be leaving in fifteen minutes and we want to get onto the platform in plenty of time."
"Yeah, hold on a second" It was the voice of a boy about the same age. Elizabeth felt the trunk being lifted up, hoisted onto a cart and rolled at an amazingly quick pace.
Suddenly, Elizabeth felt a hard bang. "Owwww" she squealed.
"A few seconds later, another boy's voice said, "Harry, I thin your trunk squealed as you were going through the barrier."
"I think it must have been that new book for Defense Against the Dark Arts. They're pretty strange." Replied Harry.
~I wonder what barrier they're talking about. There's no barrier between the Platforms.~ A few minutes later, the trunk was being lifted onto something else and then it started to roll forward gathering speed as it went. ~Is this trunk rolling around or something or is that crazy boy Harry running again?~ she wondered. ~Omigod! I must be on a train or something because now we're going faster than any human can run!~ The realization smacked her hard on the head. Then Liz, as most people called her, started to cry. She cried so hard that she cried herself to sleep.
A few hours later when Liz woke up, she found she was no longer on the train. She then heard voices coming towards the trunk. A key was inserted in the lock and the trunk opened. Liz sat up.
"Who the HECK are you and WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY TRUNK!!??" yelled a boy with jet-black hair and sparkling green eyes.
"I..I..I d-dunno," stammered Liz. "I-I was p-playing hide-and-seek with my little brother an-and I saw your trunk open and I thought, well maybe, it might be a good place to hide." She looked around at the two boys shyly.
"Well, what year are you?" asked a boy with flaming red hair and freckles that covered him from head to toe.
~ What in the world does he mean by 'what year are you ?'~ "Well, I'm eleven and half years old." She said.
Seeing the confused look in her eyes, Harry whispered to the boy next to him, "Ron, I think she's a muggle."
"But how could she have gotten through the barrier?" asked Ron.
"Remember when you said you thought you heard my trunk squeal? Well, I think that was her. She was surrounded by so much magic that she only felt a little bump when she went through." Harry explained. "And who knows if muggles CAN'T get onto the Platform; we only now they don't now how."
Turning back to Liz, he said, "Are you going to school at Hogwarts?"
~Hogwarts?~ "Errrr.no. Is that some sort of boarding school?" Liz looked at the two boys curiously.
"Hogwarts is a school of m-", Harry started but was cut off by Ron who hissed, "Harry, if she's a muggle, we don't want her to know about us."
"Oh yeah. Sorry." Harry looked a little sheepish.
~Muggle? What the heck?~ "What's a muggle? And why can't I know about you. I already told you about me." Liz demanded curiosity getting the better of her.
Harry and Ron exchanged uneasy glances. " Long story" Ron mumbled under his breath.
"Anyhow, Ron and I have to go to the great hall for breakfast. We'll be back in a little while. YOU meanwhile won't go ANYWHERE or touch ANYTHING in anyone's trunk. Understood?" Harry commanded.
~This is REALLY weird. I must be still asleep on the train coming home from the summer home. Muggles, kids not being able to tell me anything about themselves, this is just weird.~ Liz was thinking this as Ron and Harry were making there way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
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A/N: Ok this is the very 1st chpt. of my very 1st fic so bear with me people!! O and pleeez review and i will rite more an if u don't want more.. still review anyway cuz I want reviews. And I no its really short but hey, its only my 1st try!!(
Elizabeth Durnham stepped off the train onto Platform 10, happy to be back in London once again. " Why don't you play something while we wait for your father to come and pick us up." Said her mother.
Looking around for a place to hide while playing hide-and-seek with Tom, she spotted an open trunk off to the side. She thought it would be a good place to hide so climbed inside burying herself under the piles of black robes.
Lying sideways on piles of books and more clothes was definitely not a comfortable position so she shifted a little bit. *Thud* The lid of the trunk slammed shut and locked, trapping Elizabeth inside.
"Get your trunk, Harry" came the voice of a young girl about 14 of 15. "The train will be leaving in fifteen minutes and we want to get onto the platform in plenty of time."
"Yeah, hold on a second" It was the voice of a boy about the same age. Elizabeth felt the trunk being lifted up, hoisted onto a cart and rolled at an amazingly quick pace.
Suddenly, Elizabeth felt a hard bang. "Owwww" she squealed.
"A few seconds later, another boy's voice said, "Harry, I thin your trunk squealed as you were going through the barrier."
"I think it must have been that new book for Defense Against the Dark Arts. They're pretty strange." Replied Harry.
~I wonder what barrier they're talking about. There's no barrier between the Platforms.~ A few minutes later, the trunk was being lifted onto something else and then it started to roll forward gathering speed as it went. ~Is this trunk rolling around or something or is that crazy boy Harry running again?~ she wondered. ~Omigod! I must be on a train or something because now we're going faster than any human can run!~ The realization smacked her hard on the head. Then Liz, as most people called her, started to cry. She cried so hard that she cried herself to sleep.
A few hours later when Liz woke up, she found she was no longer on the train. She then heard voices coming towards the trunk. A key was inserted in the lock and the trunk opened. Liz sat up.
"Who the HECK are you and WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY TRUNK!!??" yelled a boy with jet-black hair and sparkling green eyes.
"I..I..I d-dunno," stammered Liz. "I-I was p-playing hide-and-seek with my little brother an-and I saw your trunk open and I thought, well maybe, it might be a good place to hide." She looked around at the two boys shyly.
"Well, what year are you?" asked a boy with flaming red hair and freckles that covered him from head to toe.
~ What in the world does he mean by 'what year are you ?'~ "Well, I'm eleven and half years old." She said.
Seeing the confused look in her eyes, Harry whispered to the boy next to him, "Ron, I think she's a muggle."
"But how could she have gotten through the barrier?" asked Ron.
"Remember when you said you thought you heard my trunk squeal? Well, I think that was her. She was surrounded by so much magic that she only felt a little bump when she went through." Harry explained. "And who knows if muggles CAN'T get onto the Platform; we only now they don't now how."
Turning back to Liz, he said, "Are you going to school at Hogwarts?"
~Hogwarts?~ "Errrr.no. Is that some sort of boarding school?" Liz looked at the two boys curiously.
"Hogwarts is a school of m-", Harry started but was cut off by Ron who hissed, "Harry, if she's a muggle, we don't want her to know about us."
"Oh yeah. Sorry." Harry looked a little sheepish.
~Muggle? What the heck?~ "What's a muggle? And why can't I know about you. I already told you about me." Liz demanded curiosity getting the better of her.
Harry and Ron exchanged uneasy glances. " Long story" Ron mumbled under his breath.
"Anyhow, Ron and I have to go to the great hall for breakfast. We'll be back in a little while. YOU meanwhile won't go ANYWHERE or touch ANYTHING in anyone's trunk. Understood?" Harry commanded.
~This is REALLY weird. I must be still asleep on the train coming home from the summer home. Muggles, kids not being able to tell me anything about themselves, this is just weird.~ Liz was thinking this as Ron and Harry were making there way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
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A/N: Ok this is the very 1st chpt. of my very 1st fic so bear with me people!! O and pleeez review and i will rite more an if u don't want more.. still review anyway cuz I want reviews. And I no its really short but hey, its only my 1st try!!(