Moolie: Finally! My dream of having an HP-Fanfic is coming true!

Ginny: I can't believe I'm letting you do this…

Aggie: I can't believe it either, I don't like Harry Potter….

Moolie: Of course you do!

Ginny: Moolie….?

Moolie: Oh, just eat your salad…

Aggie: Ugh…Donald what will we do with her?

*Donald the yellow whale waddles in*

Donald: Haroo!

Aggie: I agree.

*Tackles Moolie*

Ginny: Oh dear, just read...

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Chapter One: Welcome to London!

Terry Topperton, the customer attendant of Platform Nine, was having a simply smashing day. Yes, just last night he had been awarded King's Cross Station's Employee of the Year, for the fifth year in a row. This morning, his lovely wife had woken him with a tea tray piled with a scrumptious array of breakfast goodies. He had arrived a work on time as usual and had already helped two more passengers than his rival, Benjamin Bingsley from Platform Ten. Nothing could ruin his day...

"Excuse me." said a voice behind him. An accented voice. Terry cringed. An American...just when his day was going so well.

He turned to find the most bizarre looking child he had ever seen. She looked about eleven years old, with round, green tinted sunglasses and a mess of straggly brown hair poking out from under a purple bandana.

But perhaps most bizarre were the object she was carrying. With one hand she was struggling to pull an odd old trunk and in the other she carried a brown bag lunch and what appeared to be a twitching piece of half eaten carpet. As Terry peered closer he realized that it was a cat. A demented, senile, possessed looking cat that was eyeing his socks with an eerie stare.

"Yes?" he asked warily.

"That guy over there said you'd be able to help me." the girl said swinging the zombie cat in the direction of Platform Ten. Terry glared over to see Benjamin Bingsley give him a smug wave. That prat always sent him the crazy ones.

"What can I do for you?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Do you need help finding your mummy and daddy?"

"Nah," the girl waved away the gesture. "My mom's across the ocean and my dad's pushing daisies. I was wondering if you could help me find Platform Nine and Three Quarters."

That was the last straw for Terry. Benjamin had played this prank on him too many times.

"You are the fifty-third kid to ask me that!" He cried in fury. "You can go over to that...that prick!" he motioned at Benjamin. "And tell him that I will not stand for trickery! I refuse to believe that Platform Nine and Three Quarters exists!"

"But sir please!" The girl dropped her lunch and her cat and began to search in her pockets. "Please, I have a letter from this school called Hogwarts!" Taking out a wad of paper, she began to unfold it. Terry was already stalking over to Platform Ten to give Benjamin Bingsley a piece of his mind. Nobody noticed the demented old cat crouching in the corner as it stared menacingly at Terry's socks.

The girl was tugging on Terry's sleeve.

"Its a school for wizards and-and...Sir! Please wait! A bird gave it to me!"

Then Terry gave out a shout of surprise. The demon cat had latched onto his foot and was clawing at his brand new socks.

"No! Captain America stop it!" The girl shrieked. "I told you not to take people's socks!"

By the time the girl had detached her ferocious feline, not only had Captain America torn half of Terry's left pants leg and scuffed his freshly shined shoes, but Benjamin Bingsley had assisted seven passengers on his platform and at least five on Terry's.

"I'm sorry! He gets very excited by footwear." The girl apologized.

But Terry had stomped off leaving her alone on the platform with still no idea of where she was supposed to be going. She sat sadly on her trunk with Captain America beside her and picked up her lunch.
"Well," she said, taking out a slightly squashed BLT. "we screwed up."

Captain America just looked at her and twitched. The girl sighed and looked at the letter in her hands. She was about to delve into some deep sentimental thoughts when a woman's voice echoed behind her, causing her to jump.

"Hugo! Stop dragging your feet!"

"Yeah Hugo, you you don't want to be late to see everyone else off to Hogwarts."

The girl turned around; she was interested now.

The family walking towards her was in a hurry. Well, kind of...

The mother, a pretty woman with uncontrollable curly brown hair, was walking briskly at the head of the group, taking hurried glances behind her to make sure the rest of them were still following. Behind her, a girl who looked about eleven with bushy red-auburn hair struggled to keep up. The poor thing looked quite worried. Behind the little girl were her brothers, the younger one with ginger hair was the spitting image of his father who strolled casually behind the group. On either side of the ginger boy, two older boys walked almost as perfect reflections of each other. They were identical, from their tall lanky strides to their mischievous expressions to their wildly curly brown hair. They seemed to be giving their little brother a hard time.

"Come on now Hugo, we'll try not to have too much fun."

"And if we do, we'll write to you and let you know all about what you're missing!"

"Jackson! Do not tease your brother!" their mother called behind her.

"Geez mum, can't you tell I'm Jack?"

"You may be the smartest witch of the century but you still can't tell us apart mother."

"Agh, I don't have time for this! We're running late!"

"Mum, we're exactly thirty-eight minutes ahead of schedule."

"Ronald help please!"

"Boys, listen to your mother."

The ginger boy spotted the girl in the purple bandana looking at them. She quickly turned away.

"Hey! There's a girl over there with a Hogwarts trunk!"

The twins looked up.

"She looks lost."

"She looks homeless."

"I think she likes you Hugo."

"Shut up." Hugo said, looking purposefully at his shoes. The twins carried on.

"Weird cat though."

"Yeah, see how its looking at us? I think it likes you too Hugo, see how its-"

That's when the girl realized that Captain America was no longer beside her.

"OH MERLIN'S PANTS!"

"Hugo! Where did you learn that language?"

The girl turned to see Hugo hopping on one foot while desperately shaking the other in a attempt to detach Captain America.

"The homeless girl's cat attacked him!" the twins cried in unison.

At this the girl stood up angrily, walked over to the family, pulled Captain America off of a stunned Hugo, and turned to glare at the twins.

"I'm not homeless." she said crossly.
The twins looked shocked and then guilty. The girls walked quickly back to her trunk and sat on it with as much dignity as she could muster.

A few seconds later she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see the twins looking down at her.

"Hey we didn't mean it." one said.

"Yeah, we were only joking." the other said.

Their sister appeared behind them and kicked them in the shins. They glared at her in unison, sighed in unison, and turned back.

"What we mean to say is that we're sorry." they droned together.

Their sister sat next to the girl on the suitcase. "We can help you though, are you lost?"

"Yeah," the girl said weakly, "Do you know how get to...?"

"Platform Nine and Three Quarters?" asked the mother, she smiled. "Right this way."

"I'm Rose," the girl with the auburn hair said as she stood up. "Rose Weasley. Are you American?"

"Yep!" said the American as she hopped to her feet, eager to have a new friend. "My name's Effie Clemens. The Effie is short for something, but I don't like it so its just Effie. And this..." she said hoisting her cat up by its tail. "Is Captain America."

Captain America and Rose stared at each other for a moment.

He twitched.

"He likes you!" Effie exclaimed in delight.

"I have a pet too!" Rose said brightly. The two girls ran to join the other Weasleys and Rose pointed to a barn owl sleeping in it's cage. "That's Smellycakes! He's a really nice owl, even though he's blind and he farts all the time."

"He was a bloody good deal." her dad muttered. He grinned at Effie and held out his hand. "I'm Ron Weasley, Rosie's Dad, nice to meet you."

Effie shook hands with him.

"I'm Hugo." said the ginger boy. "I got you a trolley for your trunk." He blushed a little and looked at his feet.

"Alright everyone!" Rose's mother said. "We're going to do this-"

"In a safe and orderly fashion!" The twins interrupted.

"Please keep all valuables and body parts,"

"With you at all times."

"Otherwise they will be confiscated or worse."

"They'll be-"

"Oh hush up!" their mother said. She turned to Effie and smiled. "Hello dear, I'm Rose's mum Hermione. Is this your first year?"

Effie nodded. Rose grinned 'Mine too!' she mouthed.

"Right then, I'm going to need you to run straight at that brick wall." said Mrs. Weasley.

"What?" said Effie. Rose looked at her and nodded. Effie looked at the wall between Platforms Nine and Ten. "Wait, what?"

"Here," said Mrs. Weasley. She began walking fast towards the wall and broke into a run, disappearing before she hit it.

"I'm not sure," Effie said, she looked pale.

"Hey," said Rose. "It'll be alright. We'll do it together!"

REMEMBER TO TYPE GOING THROUGH THE WALL... ( Moolie: Damn...I knew I forgot something...)

On the other side of the wall, Platform Nine and Three Quarters bustled with activity. Effie could hardly keep track of all the different shades of robes, the screeching owls and the sound of overbearing parents. Rose waved to her Uncle Percy as he went to go cheerfully badger a third year for not loading his trunk according to regulations. Her Aunt Audry stood with Molly, who was going into third year, and Lucy, who was going into second year. Their little brother Dexter was looking around in awe, his Woody Allen glasses fogging up from the steam of the Hogwarts Express.

"Salut cherie!"

Effie turned to see the two most beautiful adolescents she had ever laid eyes on. A tall, slim strawberry blond was embracing Rose as she and her blond brother chattered away in rapid french. How many relatives did Rose have? The ever growing crowd of gingers seemed materialized out of the mist and fill half the platform. Rose struggled through the crowd and started naming them.

"The pretty ones are Louis and Dominique. Their sister, Victoire is around here somewhere. Louis isn't in Hogwarts yet..."

After about ten minutes, Rose had made a little chart on a scrap of parchment as she named her cousins and siblings.

Not in Hogwarts Yet

Hugo Weasley (One year below us)

Louis Weasley (Two Years below us)

Dexter Weasley(Two years below us)

First Years

Ethel "Effie" Clemens

Rosie Weasley

Second Years

Fred Weasley II

Roxanne Weasley

Lucy Weasley

Third Years

Jack Weasley
Mac Weasley

Dominique Weasley

Fourth Year
Molly Weasley

Seventh Year

Victoire Weasley

"I don't remember meeting Mac and Jack." said Effie as she glanced over the list.

"Oh, those are my older brothers, Maximilian and Jackson." Rose said. "They're the ones that were rude to you."

"Speaking of which," Two voices chimed in unison. The girls jumped.

"We've been thinking over our grievious actions." Mac said putting his arm over Effie's shoulder.

"Most uncouth of us really. But we plan to make it up to you!" Jack said, ruffling her hair.

"From this point on,"

"We plan to become your honorary, how do the American's say it?"

"I believe the term would be 'Brothers from another mother' if I'm not mistaken."

"We'll make sure no one gets on your bad side."

"And if they do..."

"We'll just have to give them-"

"Give what exactly, Jackson?" A sharp voice cut the air.

The twins flinched as they turned to face an unimpressed Hermione Weasley.

"Nothing, mother dearest." Jack said mournfully.

"Precisely," Mrs. Weasley said as her eyes narrowed. "I will not be happy if I have to receive another owl from school about you two. Is that clear?"

"What if its a good owl?" Mac said hopefully.

"Hell will freeze before that happens." Mrs. Weasley snorted

"So is this everyone?" asked Effie, gazing around the sea of red.

"No, we're still missing the Potters." said Rose, craning her neck to look around. It was pretty hard to distinguish people in the distance through the fog.

"Hey Rosie!" The girls turned to see a boy their age jogging towards them. He had jet black hair and bright green eyes.

"Hey Albus!" Rose grinned, she shoved Effie forward. "I made a friend! She's American!"

"Hello American!" Albus said shaking Effie's hand. "What brings you across the Atlantic?"

"Effie's starting with us in first year!" Rose said. "Are you excited Albus?"

Albus paled a little. He put his hands in pockets and shuffled his feet nervously. "I dunno, maybe its not all its cracked up to be."

"Oh..." Effie said quietly. Albus and Rose looked at her, wondering what realization she had just had. Effie pointed at Albus. "You're a chicken."

Albus turned red and began spluttering excuses as Rose doubled over laughing. She stopped and gave him an odd look.

"Al, where are your glasses? Your mum said-"

"I only need them for reading." He said quickly and went to go greet Rose's parents.

"He's embarrassed," Rose said. "Everyone's always telling him how much he looks like his dad. Al doesn't like all the attention. Especially since James has been teasing him about it."

Rose pointed out Albus' siblings. "The girl's Lily, she'll be in Hugo's year. Aunt Ginny's holding Baby Jude, he's about two months old. James is in second year, he's around here somewhere. Come on."

The girls made their way towards Rose's parents, who were talking with her Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry.

"Hey everyone!" Effie said, then noticed something was wrong with Rose's dad. "What's the matter Mr. Weasley?"

"It looks like the slimy git's been breeding." Mr. Weasley said, glaring into the mist.

They turned to see a tall blond man with a dark coat and a pointed face. Next to him stood a young boy who looked remarkably like his father. Rose thought he might have been handsome had he not worn a miserable expression.

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley said sharply. "What's the matter with you? I thought you'd turned over a new leaf. Especially since you volunteered to bring Draco the 'Welcome' fruit platter I made for him when he joined the ministry."

Mr. Weasley smiled. Yes, he remembered.

(Can't be a fanfiction without a flashback!)

The corridor of the ministry was quiet that morning as Ron Weasley crept stealthily down the hall. He was humming his own theme music to himself as he did a double take before expertly rolling around the corner. He tiptoed to Malfoy's door, still humming, and placed the fruit platter on the floor in front of it. He stood up and stared at it. Checking to make sure that no one was around, Ron quickly waved his wand over the platter. Humming with renewed vigor, Ron tiptoed away. Later, Draco opened the door to see the fruit platter on top of which Ron had charmed the cantaloupe to read 'SCUMBAG'.

"Sorry honey," Mr. Weasley smiled at his wife. "Old habits die hard."
A ways away, Draco was glaring at Ron.
"The Weasel's been multiplying, as usual." He scoffed.
"Darling, don't be like that," Asteria pleaded. "We need to get beyond our old disagreements. His wife and I go to Witches' Book Club together. She's a lovely person!"
"I've been having some suspicions that I'm not the only one with old grudges..." Draco muttered.
Draco had gotten to work early that morning with the intention of getting some extra paperwork done. It was nice and quiet until he heard some infernal humming outside his door-
"Enough of that!" Ron said loudly. He and Hermione had made their way over to the Malfoy's, the ladies were chatting happily.
"Oh, so I don't even get my own flashback now?" Draco yelled at Ron.
"No you don't, you scumbag!" Ron bellowed back.
By now, passers by were starting to stare at the ridiculous scene playing out in the mist of the platform. Both men were glaring at each other. Ron was twitching, trying not to draw his wand. Draco's eyes narrowed.
"So it was you who sent the fruit platter!" He hissed.
"Yes!" Ron jeered back. "And I hope you didn't enjoy it!"
"For your information it was delicious!" Draco roared in fury.
Rose and Effie watched from a distance.
"Are they always like this?" Effie asked, quite amused.
"Our families have been from the beginning of time." Rose said in a mockingly serious tone. The whistle shrieked over the hullabaloo of the station. She turned to Effie. "Let's go find Al, the train's about to leave."

….

Ginny: Well that went better than expected

Moolie: Aggie, get off me!

Aggie: Not until I finish my salad!

Donald: Haroo!

Moolie and Aggie: NO!

*Donald whale-tackles them*

Ginny: …I need a nap.