AN: Thanks for deciding to read my story, It means a lot and I hope I can live up to the reputation of Harry Potter as to not disrespect the name of it. This is the story of my character Skylar's first year, my story will follow the books storyline but with changes.

Harry Potter, the wizarding world's saviour, sat in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts express, trying to imagine what Hogwarts will look like. The sliding of the compartment door brought him out of his musings, bringing his attention to an odd looking girl standing in the doorway. Her long dark brown, almost black hair reached a little below her hips, filled with odd things, such as gold medallions, bones, and arrow heads, yet the long locks didn't look messy, instead they were smooth and controlled, making Harry wonder how the objects stayed in her hair as her long locks weren't in dread locks, instead freely flowing to her hips. Her milk coffee toned skin was free of blemishes and shine with her healthy tan, making her pale green, almost white eyes glow. Her clothes were normal compared to her appearance, white skinny jeans, a purple tank underneath a black one shouldered baggy top, black worn out combat boots and a dark and light brown shoulder bag that had badges sown all over it.

" May I sit here?" she asked, her voice was a soft lilt, with a hint of a Jamaican accent.

"Of course." Harry replied, nodding at the bench opposite him, slightly wary of the girl due to her appearance. The girl sat opposite Harry, taking her bag off her shoulder and placing it gently beside her, taking a thick book from the bag, crossing her legs underneath her and began to read. Harry's mouth opened and closed a few times before getting the courage to ask his question.

"Why are those things in your hair?"

Letting out a small chuckle as she looked up noticing Harry's wince, she smiled at him. "They represent things, the bones represent death, the golden pirate medallions are for adventure, and the arrow heads are for stealth. I know it's a bit odd but my grandmother is a voodoo priestess and I lived with her a while and she got me interested in the culture of voodoo and once she found out, she did my hair like this as a birthday present last year."

Harry nodded with a small smile of his own, grateful she didn't take offense to his blunt question.

"Skylar James."

"Harry Potter."

"Ah so you're the one those red heads were talking about, are you some type of celebrity?" Skylar asked, her pale eyes looking harry over as if the answer would appear on a badge on him.

"I guess, -" Harry said but was interrupted.

"Can I sit here, everywhere else is full?" a red headed boy asked, looking slightly queasy, a rat poking its head from his jackets pocket.

"Yes, come in." Skylar said, smiling at the boy friendlily, making him look slightly better.

"I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasely." The red headed boy said, smiling at Harry and Skylar.

"Skylar James."

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

Ron's jaw dropped, gaping at Harry like he had just noticed him for the first time, making Skylar chuckle before returning back to her book, Charms Grade 1.

"So, so is it true? I mean, do you really have the uh..?" Ron stuttered out, looking uncomfortable.

"The what?" Harry asked perplexed, sending a look to Skylar who only shrugged in confusion and returned to her book.

"The scar?" Ron whispered, leaning forwards toward Harry slightly.

"Oh," Harry said with a nod, reaching up to pull his fringe away with a smile.

"Wicked." Ron said with a slightly glazed look in his eye, smiling back at Harry and Skylar, who had looked up again from her book to see the scar.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" an old looking witch asked, a trolley overflowing with all different types of sweets, of all different colours and shapes.

"No thanks," Ron replied, holding up a cling film wrapped package of corn beef sandwiches, that look a little squished up. "I'm all set."

"Could I have a liquorice wand please?" Skylar asked with a smile at the old witch, melting the old woman's heart despite her odd appearance.

"Of course dear," the old woman said, passing one of the shiny liquorice wands to Skylar, taking the six Knuts and putting them in her register.

Harry looked at Ron and his slight wince as he look at his sandwiches and turned to the old witch, pulling out a few Galleons and saying.

"We'll take the lot."

XxxX

"Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans?" Harry asked with a confused look, sending a glance towards his only female friend Skylar, who at this time had finished reading Charms Grade 1, and now was onto Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander.

"They mean every flavour," Ron said, after swallow his bite of ice mice. "There's chocolate and Peppermint, spinache, liver and tripe." Harry swallowed his jelly bean with a disgusted look. "George swore he got a bogey flavoured one once."

"These aren't real Chocolate frogs are they?" Harry asked, holding up a blue and gold hexagon shaped packet.

"Its just a spell, Harry" Skylar said with a smile, earning a grateful look from Harry as his nerves were calmed.

"Besides, it's the cards you want. Each packs got a famous witch or wizard, I've got about five hundred of them myself." Ron said slightly boasting, before passing his Rat, Scabbers a shimmering pink square of coconut ice.

Harry opened the package, a croak sounding once the lid was off, the chocolate frog jumped from the package onto the window, its feet pads sticking to the window just like a normal frog. Skylar whipped her wand out, pointing it at the chocolate frog.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Skylar annunciate, moving her wand with a swish and flick. The chocolate frog moved off from the window, and into Harry's hand, being controlled by Skylar's wand, which she quickly put away once seeing Ron's disbelieving look, along with Harry's, tucking it back into her worn out combats. Harry looked down at the card in his hand, tilting it left and right to look at the old wizard that stood there with a wise smile on his face.

"I've got Dumbledore," Harry said happily, finally getting to see the man that was the headmaster of Hogwarts, and the man Hagrid held in such high esteem.

"I've got about six of him," Ron said around a partially full mouth of sweets, swallowing the food before continuing to eat.

"Hey he's gone," Harry said incredulously, looking down at the card which just a minute ago showcased the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Well you can't expect him to hang around all day," Ron replied, popping a Bertie Botts every flavoured bean in his mouth. Harry looked down at Ron's lap, looking at the rat whose head was buried in a pack of Bertie Botts, finally noticing him.

"This is Scabbers by the way, pathetic isn't he?" Ron asked, looking down at his Rat, stroking his back gently.

"Just a bit," Harry replied.

"Fred gave me a spell that turns him yellow, want to see?" Ron asked, pulling Scabbers head out of the empty package.

"Yeah," Harry replied, hoping to see more magic, still impressed at Skylar's earlier trick at levitating the chocolate frog, eager to see more. Ron took out his wand, clearing his throat over exaggeratingly, pointing it at Scabbers.

"Sunshine-" Ron started, only to be interrupted by a huff. Looking up to see a bushy haired girl with large front teeth standing in the doorway, looking slightly exasperated.

"Has anyone seen a toad, a boy named Neville's lost one?" the girl asked, her tone of voice hinting that she thought a lot of her self.

"No," Ron mumbled, turning back to Scabbers and pointing his wand at him.

"Oh are you doing magic? Let's see then." The girl demanded, turning her nose up slightly as Ron cleared his throat over exaggeratingly once again.

"Sunshine, Daisy, Butter, Mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow." Ron said proudly, a gold light coming from his wand and into Scabbers, making him squeak loudly, his fur not changing though from its dull brown. Ron shrugged towards Harry, who shrugged back and to Skylar who was holding out her hand for Scabbers, petting him softly on his head between his ears, making him squeak with delight at the soft touch.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" the girl said with an indignant huff. "Of course its not very good then is it? Of course I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me." She said, moving forwards to stand in front of Harry, pointing her wand at his face.

"Occulus Reparo" the girl said, giving a little flick at the end of her incantation, nothing happening. Harry and Ron snickered at her downtrodden expression, Skylar shaking her head at them, before moving to stand next to the girl.

"You don't need to give a flick at the end, just pointing it will do, try it out." Skylar encouraged the girl, giving a friendly smile. The girl smiled and nodded, repeating the spell again and following Skylar's instruction, Harry's glasses giving a slight shake before the sellotape that was keeping the bridge of his glasses together flew off, revealing the mended glasses.

"That's better isn't it," Skylar said with a smile at both Harry and the girl, going back to her seat and her book, Scabbers resting on her jean clad knee.

"Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter." The girl said with a slight hint of awe in her tone. "I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" turning to Ron with a look of distaste on her face.

"I'm Ron Weasely," Ron replied with a full mouth of pumpkin pasty.

"Pleasure," Hermione replied with a dry tone, turning to smile brightly at Skylar, who returned the smile with a soft smile of her own. "And you?"

"Skylar James, it is nice to meet you Hermione," Skylar replied, her slight Jamaican accent making her lilting voice making Hermione feel a little more at ease.

"You three better change into your robes, I expect we'll be arriving soon." And with that Hermione swept out of the carriage, before popping her head back around the doorway to address Ron. "You've got dirt on you're nose by the way, did you know, just there." Hermione said, pointing to the left side of her nose before walking out of sight.

XxxX

The train pulled up to the station at Hogsmeade, a large man with an equally large dog stood by the front of the train, a lantern in his hand, the other resting on the dogs head.

"Right then first years, this way please! Come on now, first years don't be shy!" the man shouted, smiling as Harry, Skylar and Ron walked up to him. " Hello there Harry, Skylar," Hagrid said with a nod at Harry and Skylar, smiling at the young girl who was kneeling besides Fang, the boarhound and scratching him behind the ears, placing kisses all over his muzzle and forehead, making the dog whine excitedly. " Right this way to the boats! Follow me!" Hagrid turned and walked over to a row of boats, floating in what seemed to be black ink. "Four to a boat!" Hagrid shouted over the enthusiastic talk of the first years.

"Hagrid, can Fang come with me?" Skylar asked from her boat, Ron and Harry talking excitedly to each other from in front of her, looking up at the half giant pleadingly, her pale eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. Hagrid's face softened and his eyes seemed to melt as he looked at Skylar's pleading face, smiling and nodding at Skylar, who squealed happily and hugged Fang to her side when he cautiously stepped in.

"Onwards!" Hagrid shouted from his own boat, pointing his umbrella forwards, the boats instantly taking off across the waters, revealing a large castle, aglow with hundreds of flaming torches, that lead up the stairs to the front gate.

Harry turned to look back at his female friend, seeing Skylar looking at Hogwarts castle with awe, and the large boarhounds head resting on her lap as her small hands absently stroked his head.