When I arrived at the train station for Hogwarts my first time, it wasn't my brother, Draco, and my uncle, Jerry, taking me there. Draco had gotten sick and they stayed home. Instead, it was the Weasley family, my closest friends.

Their family consisted of ten people. First, Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, the kindest people in the world. Second was Bill, their oldest son, who wasn't there because he had to be at work. Third was Charlie, who would be going into his seventh year at Hogwarts. He was Gryffindor Quidditch captain, too. There was Percy, who was biggest perfectionist in the world and would be in his forth year. Ron, who was the same age as Draco, would go to Hogwarts in two years. Ginny, the youngest, was nearly a year younger than Ron, but would still go to Hogwarts the same year.

Lastly, there was Fred and George, the twins of terror, who were going to be first years, same as me. They were also my absolute best friends.

"Hurry up, Shay, were going to be late," called Fred.

"Ugh, then help me with this," I said, pulling at my trunk and he came over.

Once we had gotten it out of the car, we all headed for platform nine and three quarters. I had gone with the Weasleys last year, but walking through the wall to get there was still weird.

I kept thinking about Draco and Jerry. I wondered if they would be all right. Over the past year, Jerry had developed Alzheimer's. I knew the Weasley's house, the Burrow, was really close. But Mrs. Weasley couldn't be watching them all the time.

Normally, I never really worried too much over anything. I tried to leave that to other people. But tell me the next time you leave your little brother and forgetful uncle alone in a house when you go to school without worrying.

Fred, George, Percy, Charlie and I put our trunks up once we got to the station. I decided I didn't want to leave Pooh, my owl, back there all alone for the trip. I thought Pooh had maybe had a potion of some sort, allowing him to communicate with his owner. Whenever he was close, I knew what he was trying to tell me. He seemed to listen when I talked to him. Well, that's at least what I thought. Draco, Fred and George thought I was crazy.

"Shay, you're supposed to leave Pooh in the back," Percy told me.

"Shove off Perce, let her do what she wants," George said.

But then Charlie said, "You really should, Shay." I knew he wouldn't have said anything unless he had a good reason. So I left Pooh in the back, even though I didn't want too.

I'd always known the Weasley's; they were the only wizard family anywhere near us. I went over all the time once I learned how to fly. Unlike almost all wizard-born kids, I lived in town and had elected to go to the Muggle School there rather than study the basics at home. I still went over to the Burrow after school all the time, though, and frequently spent the weekends there.

For some odd reason, Draco never wanted to come with me when I visited the Weasley's, nor did he go to the Muggle School I had gone to. It was strange, I would think he would want to be around other kids and make friends.

When I was three and Draco had just been born, both of our parents were killed. Draco and I went to live with our uncle Jerry. He never said anything much about our parents, so we didn't know anything much about them at all. We didn't know how they died, except that it had to do with Voldemort, a dark wizard who could have taken over the whole world, who fell around the same time they died.

Personally, I thought my parents had been supporters of Voldemort, but no one would tell me anything about it.

We went to say goodbye to the rest of the Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley pulled us all into a hug, ignoring Fred and George's protests. Then I hugged a crying Ginny.

"I'll miss you, and I promise to write all the time," I told her. Ginny was like a little sister to me. I knew, that in her house full of boys, she loved spending time with me. When I came to spend the weekend, we would always have "sleepovers."

"Okay," she sniffled, and then I followed the boys onto the train.

Fred, George and I went to the front where a bunch of other first years were sitting, while Percy and Charlie went farther back. We found a compartment a couple seats left. There were only two other people inside, who were both just sitting down.

"Hi, I'm Shay Malfoy, and this is Fred and George Weasley," I said pointing to each of them in turn.

A girl smiled and said, "I'm Alicia."

"I'm Lee," a black boy with dreadlocks said and turned to me, "How do you tell them apart?"

The three of us laughed. "I have no idea," George told him, smiling, "but somehow, she can do it a thousand times better than our mum."

I was impressed by Lee's observance. Normally, people didn't realize I could tell them apart until they knew us a long time. Even I didn't know how I did it, I just did. I even knew who was who from far away, and however I did it; I thought it was quite impressive, really.

"So, what house do you want?" Alicia asked everyone, only a moment later.

"Gryffindor," I replied.

"Us too," Fred indicated to himself and George.

"That's what I want," Lee said.

"Good, hopefully we'll all be in the same house," Alicia said then told Fred and George, "You two will defiantly get in, you're whole family's in Gryffindor."

"Yeah, I think they do a lot of it by family," Lee agreed.

I gulped, "Really?" I knew that most of my family had been in Slytherin, and I defiantly didn't want that house, they all seemed really nasty.

Fred must have sensed my worry, and knew the cause, because he said next, "Don't worry April, I bet it doesn't mean anything in your case."

"What?" Lee asked.

"All her family's been in Slytherin," George said.

"Oh," Lee said, looking uncomfortable.

I knew he'd be trying to think of ways to cheer me up, so I masked my doubt, shrugged and told him, "It's all right Lee. I'll just see when we get there."

Alicia really did know how to keep a conversation going, she turned the subject to Quidditch before any one could say another word on the subject.

"Shay's the best player our age you'll ever see. As good as Charlie, really. They might even bend the rules to let her play in her first year," George told Lee and Alicia.

I blushed, "I'm not really that good, George. Definitely not as good as Charlie."

"Yeah, you are," Fred said, "You're absolutely brilliant. Just don't try out for beater though; George and I want that. If you wanted it, it would be impossible to get."

"You two are amazing beaters, there's no way –" I started to say, but was cut off by George.

"Yeah, you could, Shay. Don't even try denying it."

"Who's Charlie?" Lee asked.

"They're brother, he's Gryffindor captain," I said.

We talked about Quidditch for a while. Lee said he wasn't a very good player, but loved watching it, and Alicia liked playing chaser.

After a while, a witch with a trolley arrived. Lee got some Bertie Bott's Beans, and I got some chocolate frogs because I knew Fred and George loved them, but of course they wouldn't have the extra money.

I had a frog so they wouldn't know I had gotten them just for them, and let them have the rest. Then I pulled out the nerds, "They're Tiny. They're tangy. They're crunchy. They're candy. They're NERDS!!" I shouted, sounding like a cheerleader.

Lee and Alicia looked at me funny, "What are nerds?" Alicia asked.

"The tiny tangy crunchy candy!" I said, pulling out a pack and showing them to her.

Fred laughed and told them, "It's a muggle candy, she went to a muggle school before now. And she's like this all the time, completely insane."

"No! I'm not insane, you silly boy. I'm just messed up!"

"And this is before she has the sugar?" Alicia asked.

"That's right. Maybe you shouldn't have that right now, Shay, you might explode before we get to Hogwarts," George said, making a grab for my beautiful box of gold.

"No! My box of gold! Mine!" I shouted, holding it tight. George sighed and sat down. I happily opened my nerds, "And you can't have any, ha!"

As I ate my absolutely wonderful beautiful nerds, Lee looked like he was thinking something. Finally, he said, "Wait, you went to a muggle school?"

I was too absorbed in eating my nerds to say anything but, "Yup."

"But your family's wizard and you know the Weasleys?" he asked.

"Yup."

"Why?" Alicia, this time, asked.

"Because she's insane," Fred said.

"No I'm not! I passed that mark years ago! Now I'm a full fledged Messed-Up!"

"Why are you all laughing at me? What did I do wrong?" As predicted, that only made them laugh harder.

Alicia had tears streaming down her face by the time she decided we should put our robes on.

"But really, why did you go to a muggle school?" Lee asked again.

"I just wanted to, I guess. I wanted to have other friends. I got some experience with muggles, so I'm not as thickheaded as these guys about them." I said, gesturing to Fred and George.

"Oh! We're there!" Alicia shouted.

"We're not thickheaded!"

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