"What?! Hogwarts?! Why do I have to go there? I don't get it!" I angrily waved the letter I had just received at my mom.

"I don't know but now you are already registered as a student there, sadly there's nothing we can do, Lyra," she said as she just peacefully drank her tea.

"What about Beauxbatons? I've been going there the past three years!" I threw myself onto the couch next to my mom.

"I'm sure you'll love Hogwarts. After your dad gets home we'll go do some shopping," she took the letter out of my hand. "Looks like we only have a few days to get you ready and shipped off with the British." She smiled while reading over the list of stuff I needed. This is just too much.

My parents and I walked through a place called "Diagon Alley", I guess. All these supplies needed aren't anywhere in France so we decided to get what we needed right before I had to depart. The streets were bustling with people I assume were doing the same.

"Looks like we only have your robe next! Then we're done and off to the...Leaky Cauldron, that's where we'll sleep for the night," Mom examined the list carefully. I think she's checked it twenty times by now to make sure I have everything.

"Y'know the words aren't going to change after the tenth time reading it," my dad teased her and she ignored him.

We entered a shop named Madam Malkin's Robes and a woman walked up to me.

"Here for your school robes?" Before I could even respond she asked me to step up on a small platform to get fitted. She quickly threw a robe over me and began tailoring it to size. My parents soon left to briefly browse a store across the street. In the room there were two other kids getting fitted but I didn't bother striking up a conversation. I'm not exactly the most vocal person.

After a few minutes the lady finished and after I paid her, we were off to find where we'd be staying for the night. It was easy to get to because it was right at the gate between the muggle and wizarding world. Once we entered I noticed a large family all with striking red hair and in the group, a boy with dark hair and a girl with curly brown hair. All of them talking and laughing with each other. It made me feel a bit sad seeing such a close family. My parents aren't my birth parents. I'm adopted. It's always made me feel distant from them knowing that, even though they've raised me so well. My life is sort of a mess, with my "mom" being American and "dad" being French, I grew up in America but once I started school we moved to France, and now I have to go to a school in the UK.

I was so lost in my thought I didn't even notice my parents saying they were going up to our rooms to settle down some. A large, orange cat was running towards me, breaking me out of my trance, and before it ran between my legs I bent down and picked it up.

"Where you running off to, sweety?" I held it up to my eye-level as it stared at me and the brown-haired girl began walking up to me. "Is this you're owner here?" I said still talking to the cat before handing it to the girl.

"Thanks," she said.

"What a cute cat! What's his name?"

"Crooksha-" Before she could finish a tall red headed boy popped up beside her.

"Cute?! You kidding me?! That's the ugliest cat I've ever seen!" After that, they began bickering back and forth about cats and rats…? Whatever. It was getting late so I walked off upstairs to find my parents. Turns out my dad left the room to get me so it was a simple find. We all got ready for bed and slept peacefully before I had to spend months on some faraway island away from my parents.

That next morning went by way too quickly. My parents both woke me up at 8 am to get everything packed and double and triple checked before heading off to King's Cross Station. We arrived an hour early barely anyone was there when we loaded my luggage. They stayed with me for about 30 minutes once a lot more people began to show up, then I parted off onto the train. It was quiet as I walk down the aisle looking for a nice spot to sit. Or maybe I was hoping one of my old friends would sitting in a carriage, waiting for me. Eventually I chose a random one to sit in and I waited. I watched through the window as dozens of families began to scramble in and kids come onto the train and pass by me. The more people that walked past, talking to their friends, the lonelier I felt.

I saw the family of redheads and the other two hurriedly make their way through the station. I looked at a clock hanging on wall. Less than 10 minutes 'til the train leaves, thank pegasus. I have a feeling this is going to be a long ride though. After the we left the station, I began to lose hope that someone would come in my carriage to sit and chat with me so I took my thick, wool robe and balled it up into a pillow to sleep on and laid across the seat to sleep.

I woke up to a loud burst of laughter so close that I bolted up. The laughing was cut off and I looked over to find three boys sitting across from me, two of which I recognized from that big family, they were twins. The other boy I've never seen before.

"Wow," the twin on the left said.

"Surprised you didn't wake when the train stopped," the other twin said. Right when he said that, their faces all shifted for a second and went right back to being cheerful.

"It's been a few hours, we're almost to Hogwarts," the other boy on the end finished.

I was still in bit of a shock as I looked at all three of them.

"Okay you guys just said a full sentence going down the line-a bit weird- and when did you even get in here? Can't you see it's a bit occupied?"

"Yeah sorry."

"Everywhere else was either full or full of boring kids."

"I'm Lee Jordan," The boy on the right smiled.

"Fred," the boy in the middle waved.

"And I'm George."

"Um cool, I'm uh Lyra."

"Oh look! We're nearing Hogwarts," Lee said, looking out the window.

"You better get your robes on," Fred said to me.

"Um...right" I left to change. 'What a weird bunch of guys...oh well' I thought. This could be an interesting year.