DISCLAIMER~ I Don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, that is all of J.K. Rowling's doing. I only own Zimo McBob, creation of me. ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ "Hmm. I wonder if anyone will like me," my thoughts were interrupted as I bumped into another student on the train. I looked up and mumbled. "It's okay," said the boy, slightly bemused, "are you new?" "Actually, yes I am." "Hmm. What year?" "I'm going to be a fifth year." "Cool, I am too." "Cool." "See ya around." "Yah, by the way I'm Zimo, Zimo McBob." "And I'm Harry, Harry Potter." I nearly fainted as he said that, I just nodded and walked away. I stumbled around for about 15 minutes looking for an empty compartment. Them I ran into a girl slightly taller than me with bushy brown hair. "Hello," the girl said to me/ "Hi," I replied. "Are you looking for something?" she asked. "I'm just trying to find an empty compartment." "If you want you can join me and my friends in our's." "I would like that. Thank you" "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way." "I'm Zimo McBob" "Hmm, what a strange name" "Yes, I know." As we entered the compartment, my attention was immediately caught by this guy with flaming red hair, I thought he was hott. "Guys, this is Zimo McBob, she needed a compartment to stay in for the trip," Hermione told them. "Hello Zimo, I'm Ron Weasley," commented the boy with the flaming red hair. "Hey, what's up?" I responded. "I believe we've already met," I finally noticed that Harry was in this compartment. "Yes, we have," I replied. Harry then took that opportunity to fill in the two other of who I was and that I was a new fifth year. Hermione immediately ask, "How are you a new fifth year?" I took that opportunity to fill them in, "Well, I'm from the States, Texas to be exact. I've was born and raised there, but both of my parents where both born in London. Yes, they are both of wizard decent. They chose to raise me in Texas because that's where they were assigned. I always knew I was a witch, but I went to a muggle school for 6 years of my life. Mom and Dad wanted me to have a muggle education also. Then went I was of the age to go the Wizard Schools, I chose to go to Winsome University of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a fine school, and I learned much in my four years there. But my parents caught wind that last summer Voldemort was back, they decided it would be best to move back to London so I could go to Hogwarts. They bother went there as children, so they knew it was a good school and they also knew that a place with Dumbledore was a safe place. So here I am here and that's my story." The three looked at me with curious glances, but then nodded in approval. I was relieved that they weren't weirded out or anything. "Welcome," They sang in a chorus. And from then on it seemed as if I was one of them. ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ End of Chapter One! Hope you liked, please R/R. (Zimo*