Summer was coming to a close, and the holidays had come to an end. Your mother had been promoted to the Head of the Committee of Experimental Charms. Your father had acceptedthe job in the Department of Mysteries.

Now approaching King's Cross station, your father throwing your bottomless backpack over his shoulders. The three of you approached the nook between stations 9 and 10. "You have a great term darling, I know you'll make fast friends," your mother stated, while holding you close.

Your father gave you a small hug, and a stern smile. He handed you your bag, and left to the car. It didn't really phase you, your dad seemed to change ever since you all moved to England.
Your mother gave you one last kiss on the forehead, and waved goodbye. As you stepped aboard the Hogwarts Express, you began to search for a compartment.

It seemed to be impossible until someone knocked you over. "Sorry, sorry," said the voice above. A hand extended out to you, offering assistance. When you were back on your feet you locked gazes with a pair of emerald eyes.
"You alright?" You nodded stupidly, still in shock to what just took place. You shook yourself out of the trance. "I was just looking for a compartment."

You sighed at your minimal dilemma. The boy smiled, "You wanna join me and my friends? You know since I nearly killed you." You laughed, "That'd be great."

You both went inside and you saw a pudgy boy with a toad, and a girl with overly large eyes and blonde hair that went to her waist.
"This is Neville, and this is Luna," the ebony haired boy stated. You shook both their hands with a smile, 'Maybe I will have some friends, ' you thought to yourself.

You sat next to the ebony haired, "I never caught your name." He looked taken aback for a minute. "I'm Harry Potter," he said smiling.
The name sounded familiar, but living on the other side of the globe does have it's disadvantages.
You extended your hand, "I'm Guinivere Auckland." Harry shook your hand vigorously, sending a pleasant wave through your fingertips.

"Ron and Hermione coming?" asked Neville. Harry nodded, "After they give the Prefects' Speech." Harry turned back to you. "You a transfer?" You nodded blushing as his gaze bore onto you.

"You play Quidditch?" Harry asked keeping up conversation. "Yeah I like to play Beater." Harry cupped his chin, "We could use a Beater." You cocked an eyebrow, "What are you Captain?" He smirked his ego clear in view. "As a matter of fact I am."

The Lunch Trolley came, and the four of you loaded up on sweets. You took a large bite from a Cauldron Cake, and you suddenly felt someone's eyes on you. It turned out to be Harry, "Do you mind?" You said jokingly. "Sorry," he muttered bowing his head. "It's okay no harm done, I was only kidding." You turned to him first checking to see if Luna and Neville were still reading the Quibbler. "I'm flattered really, if you looked for the reason I think you looked...The reason I hoped you looked." He looked up at you smiling. The compartment door slammed open, nearly shattering the glass. The four of you looked up startled. You saw a blur of frizzy brown and ginger hair. The lanky boy put his hands on his hip, "Started without us have you?"

You turned back to Harry, "Ron and Hermione?" He nodded, his smile never fading. "This is Guinivere Auckland," he announced to the two of them.
They nodded, smiling down at you. Hermione sat next to Neville and Luna, who seemed to be having a very heated conversation.

Ron sat on the other side of you, reaching across your lap for a Chocolate Frog from Harry. Silence fell upon you all til Ron said, "When are Quidditch tryouts?" Even without looking you knew Hermione had rolled her eyes from the long aggravated sigh that pertruded from her mouth.
"Haven't decided yet, but you're still on the team Ron, don't worry about it," said Harry.
Ron shrugged, "Let me be one of the judges then." Harry laughed turning to you.

"You'll come to tryouts, won't you?" You made a so-so gesture. "Depends, do I have a good chance of making it?" "Pretty good, what you think Ron, think she'd make the team?"
Ron had finally faced you, looking you up and down. The tips of his ears turned pink, as he swallowed the rest of his Licorice Wand. "Yeah, she's built nice," he croaked.
When you finally arrived, and all of you were then loaded into carriages. After about twenty minutes of traveling down a bumpy path, you were able to get out of the cart.
You rummaged through your backpack til you came across an apple.
You went over to one of the reptilian looking horses carefully giving him the fruit while petting his mane gently.

Harry and Ron approached you, Ron shrugging slightly excusing himself to go over to the crowd.

Harry on the other hand stayed where he was, a stunned expression on his face, " You can see them?" Wondering how a delicate angel could ever come across anything remotely cruel.

You nodded to him, pain etching it's way in your face.
"May I ask who it was?" You looked away tears stinging the back of your eyelids. Harry put his hand on your shoulder. "It alright, maybe someday you'll talk about it with me, and vice versa."

He walked to the crowd to a group of boys you recognized from the train station. You began walking to the castle when someone pulled you away.

"Sorry bout before." You recognized it to be Ron. "Scuse me?" Not really understanding what he was talking about. "When I left you to get stampeded by the crowd." You laughed, "It's okay, I have plenty of animal magnetism," you said making a deep mysterious voice.
Ron sniggered, as you both reached the Great Hall.
You looked around the spacious room, "So this is the cafeteria?" "The what?" asked Ron. "The-place-where-the-students-eat," you said to Ron slowly. He nodded, frowning, muttering, 'Bloody Americans,' under his breath.
You gave him a quick hug to let him know you were only kidding. But then you suddenly wondered who told him you were American, you couldn't think of anyone you even mentioned it to.

You were about to question him about it til he asked, "What House you in?" It was your turn to be dumb. "There are four Houses: Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor." He pointed out each table showing excess pride when he said the last one.

You guessed that was the one he was in. You looked at the floor, "I haven't been sorted." "Maybe we should go to Mcganagoll," Ron suggested. You complied, having him drag you to the Staff Table. You came up facing a very stern looking woman, and you felt your confidence wavering.

"Professor," Ron stated, "This is Guinivere Auckland. She's a transfer from America, and she doesn't know which House she's in." Mcganagoll stood, "Auckland?" You nodded. "We've been expecting you. You aren't to be sorted. We have a special place for you in the tower."

"You're going to lock me up in a tower?" Thinking it was some kind of anneciation thing. She smiled, "No, you will attend classes just like everyone else. Your father just asked we let you have your own room in the tower. You'll have to ask him if you need to know any other information."

You nodded, "I think I will." You and Ron walked over to the table where Harry and Hermione were sitting. "I think you should keep the room, that way we all have somewhere to go party and what not," Ron said suggestively.
You laughed, but saw that Harry didn't take kindly to Ron's flirting with you. Hermione piped up, "What are you two talking about?"

So then you and Ron informed the two of them the news, while you ate with your new friends.