"Are you sure you have everything Bridget?" Remus Lupin asked his daughter as they hurried towards Platform 9 and ¾.

Bridget groaned and pushed her blonde hair out of her face, "Yes Dad. You've only asked me this five million times."

"Well, I just thought that I'd ask five million and one," The man answered with a grin, "I can't believe you're starting at Hogwarts."

"Please don't get all sappy on me now. You were doing so well," Bridget smiled and hugged her father. She had really worried about leaving him. It had been the two of them since she came to live with him when she was about two. The blonde girl didn't want to leave, but she knew that it's what he wanted. Bridget was going to attend the same school that her mother and father attended: Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"You'd better hurry," Remus said when they broke apart, "I would hate for you to miss the train."

The girl sighed and picked up her bag, "Bye Dad. I love you. I'll see you at Christmas."

He smiled and nodded as he gave her another hug, "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too, but it's only for a few months."

"Be good," he warned when they broke apart again, "And try to be nice."

I'm always nice," Bridget laughed as she turned and headed towards the train. Remus shook his head and apparated away.

"Now, a place to sit," Bridget sighed as she searched for an empty compartment. She finally found one. It didn't remain empty for long. Bridget was joined by a boy who had platinum blonde hair and grey eyes. He looked lonely and a little sad, which was exactly how Bridget felt.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" he asked as he looked at her timidly.

Bridget shook her head as she motioned to a seat, "Nope."

"Thanks," he took his seat and held out his hand when he settled into his seat, "My name's Draco Malfoy."

"Bridget Lupin," she said as she took his hand in hers and smiled, "I take it this is your first year at Hogwarts too?"

He nodded, "Is it really that obvious?"

The girl laughed, "Just a bit. Don't worry; it's my first year too."

"Well, at least now I don't feel as stupid." He smiled at her, "My mom was really worried about me coming here, with all the rumours about the headmaster and all." He added as an afterthought.

Bridget nodded, "Yeah. My dad wasn't too happy to hear about that. He said that in his day, Dumbledore was the best headmaster that Hogwarts had ever seen, but it's different now."

"Did your parents go to Hogwarts?" Draco asked as a girl with dark red hair entered their compartment and sat down.

Bridget was about to respond before she was interrupted by the red haired girl. "I'm not leaving so deal with it." She grumbled as she took a seat next to Draco.

"Fine by us," Bridget said as she looked at the girl, "My name's Bridget Lupin. This is Draco Malfoy." She motioned to the boy sitting across from Bridget.

"Daphne Greengrass." She responded, "It's my first year and there was this jerk that was giving me a hard time. Sorry I was so rude before."

"Really?" Bridget asked interestedly, "Draco and I were just talking about the headmaster. Apparently, he's gone way down hill. It's amazing he still remains in charge."

"My uncle teaches potions at Hogwarts. I've lived with him for a year now. He says that Dumbledore is very odd. He's planning something sinister, but he's not stupid enough to make his move because he's been under so much scrutiny from the Ministry."

"You live with your uncle?" Draco asked. He pulled at a hole in his jeans, suddenly wishing that he had let his mother buy him a new pair. Money was tight because of the school supplies that he needed and he thought that he could get at least another year out of them. He hadn't counted on growing over the summer. Maybe I can send her a letter taking her up on that offer, he thought to himself.

Daphne nodded and said quietly, "My parents were killed. They worked at the Department of Mysteries and were hiding something the Death Eaters wanted, my mum put me in the cellar, but didn't have time to save herself."

"I live with my dad." Bridget told them, "After my mum died, I went to live with him. I was about two. It's been the two of us since then."

"My mum left my dad," Draco said quietly, "She doesn't really like to talk about why. She's raised me since I was three. It hasn't been easy either, she's worked at least two jobs since then." He sighed and wasn't exactly sure why he was telling complete strangers something that he wouldn't even talk about with his mother. He didn't have many friends growing up and it was nice to have someone to talk to, even if it was two girls.

"Well then, now that we had a breakfast club moment," Bridget said with a small laugh, "How about that John Lennon?"

Draco's face lit up, "He's the best. My mum listens to him all the time. She's obsessed with the Beatles. An absolute musical genius in my opinion, I love his music."

"Me too!" The blonde girl agreed, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement, "I love the Beatles. John Lennon's pretty good, but I like Paul McCartney better. I think he was the best Beatle."

Daphne shrugged, "The Beatles are alright I suppose, but I prefer Nirvana. Kurt Cobain was amazing. His lyrics were so deep and insightful."

"I love Kurt Cobain." The blonde girl sighed, "He was awesome. I thought that it was an absolute tragedy what happened to him."

"What happened?" Draco piped up and looked at the two girls across from him.

"Well, people say that it was suicide, but I think that he was murdered by his wife, Courtney Love."

"Oh," he said, "I don't really know who you're talking about."

"I'll make you a tape. I assume since your mum listens to John Lennon, you have a way to play it?"

The blonde nodded, "Yeah. We have this tape player that's really old. My mum got it for her birthday from one of her best friends."

"Cool," Bridget commented, "I'll find some good Nirvana songs for you. My dad just got me this wicked cool stereo system as an early birthday present. My birthday's in September."

"Mine's in June," Draco told them. A boy with a round face and brown hair stopped at the compartment door.

"Is it alright if I sit with you?" he asked.

"Sure," the other three responded. He looked relieved as he took a seat next to Bridget.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, this is Bridget Lupin, and next to her is Daphne Greengrass." Draco made the introductions.

The other boy smiled and nodded, "I'm Neville Longbottom. I was sitting with this boy named Harry Potter, but he was mean." Neville looked uncomfortable and began to stare at his feet.

"The Boy Who Lived?" Bridget asked, "Wow. That's not what I expected."

Neville shrugged, "I got this really bad feeling from him. I don't trust him."

"Hm," Draco said uninterestedly. "We were just talking about music. What type of music do you listen to?"

"I listen to the Weird Sisters. They're pretty good." Neville responded as he looked at the others in the compartment with him. Bridget had dirty blonde hair. She was wearing a pink sweater with a black skirt and tights. Her blue eyes were warm and welcoming. Daphne had straight auburn hair and hazel eyes. She was just a little shorter than than Bridget and had on a pair of jeans with a black sweatshirt and on her feet were converse all-stars. Draco had platinum blonde hair and grey eyes. He was wearing a green turtle-neck sweater with jeans. Neville idly noticed the hole in Draco's jeans. They all seemed friendly and better than his present company.

"What house do you think you'll be sorted into?" Neville asked, "My parents were in Gryffindor. I know that's where they'll want me."

"I dunno," Draco responded, "I know that my mum was in Ravenclaw and one of the only things I know about my dad is that he was in Slytherin. I guess one of those two. What about you Bridget?"

"Both my parents were in Gryffindor. So, I suppose Gryffindor?" Bridget speculated, "Isn't that supposed to be the best one?"

"I think so," Neville said.

"My mom was in Slytherin and my dad was in Hufflepuff. They used to tell me stories about Hogwarts. I was so excited when I got my letter. I can't wait."

"I wonder if my sister got accepted," Bridget mused aloud.

"You have a sister?" Draco asked, "I thought you said that it was just you and your dad."

Bridget sighed; she really didn't like talking about her family life. She wanted friends and she figured it was high time that she started to open up and trust people, "My mom had an affair with my dad while she was married. I have an older half sister and a twin sister. When my mom died, she said in her will that Sam Granger wasn't my real dad and my real dad was Remus Lupin. She said that she wanted me to live with my real dad. I didn't like my step dad, so I was glad that I got to live with my dad." She added quietly, "Sam definately wasn't the ideal dad." She paused and looked down at her feet. Her new friends all fell into a sympathetic silence. Bridget sighed then said a little louder, "My sister's name's Hermione Granger."

"Oh," Neville said, "She was sitting in with Harry Potter, I think."

"That doesn't surprise me," Bridget said bitterly.

The compartment fell into an another uncomfortable silence. Bridget looked out the window. So, her sister was going to be attending the same school as her. She hadn't seen or spoken to her in nine years. It would be weird to be in the same building as her. It was such a long time ago.

"We're almost there," Draco commented, "We should probably change into our robes."

"Okay," they all agreed.

"When we're finished changing, we'll meet up again. We should stick together." Bridget suggested.

"Good idea," Daphne said as she picked up her bag, "We'll see you guys in a few minutes."

The boys nodded and the girls left the compartment.