No Hufflepuffing in Detention! Well. First story. Joy. OK, there are three things you need to know about this story. 1) There will be little to no interaction with the main characters in this story. This is just a story about a bunch of normal Hogwarts students going through their seven years at the school. 2)There will be NO SHIPPINGS IN THIS STORY. So no OC/OC, no OC/Random Canon character, NONE OF THAT. You may feel free to ship the characters in this story as you please, but unless a miracle occurs, there will be no romance. 3) This story is rated T for a reason. There will be swearing, blood, violence and burping. With that being said, let's get this monster of a story started. - Chapter One: Prepare for Trouble!

-(Anne's Perspective)

"WHAT? MY PLATFORM DOESN'T EXIST?"

The man behind the ticket booth shook his head. "I'm sorry Miss. We have Platforms 9 and 10, but that's it."

I nodded sadly. "Alright. Thanks for your help sir."

I trudged away slowly. GRR! I'm so STUPID! I knew this whole thing was a hoax. I mean, magic sounds pretty phony, but when that Hagrid guy came by and explained it, it all sounded so real. Magic. Ha. The wall in Diagon Alley was probably controlled by a computer. Those goblins at Gringotts were probably computer animations. How could I be so DUMB? Whatever. Fine. I don't even care. I'm just going to go home and watch Kiki's Delivery Service. That movie always cheers me up.

"WATCH OUT!"

I turned around and saw a luggage trolley come flying at me. Using four years of Tae Kwon Do experience, I managed to fling myself out of the way. Instead of smashing into me and turning me into an Anne pancake, it slammed into the pillar between Platforms 9 and 10.

Or it should have.

Instead, it went through. My eyes, already magnified by my glasses, looked more like brown plates than eyes. Hauling my luggage behind me, I began to run at the wall. I'm crazy, I thought, I'm absolutely crazy. I kept running, running, running, where's the wall, I should've smashed into it a second ago, where did that red train come from, OW! THERE'S the wall. Hang on. This isn't where I was. Instead of the modern trains that were in King's Cross Station, there was one scarlet steam train.

"Hogwarts Express. Well, this is my train. Hurray."

"Hey, it's you!" Oh boy. It's that kid who nearly ran me over. Boy, do I have a bone to pick with this kid!

"Are you hurt? I'm really sorry!"

"Hold on, I'm still deciding whether to hug you or break your face." I glanced over at the boy, giving him what I call "Anne's Glare of Death and Rage and Total Destruction." He wasn't that bad-looking, to be honest. He was kind of short...okay, REALLY short, and had brown hair and brow eyes. He was verry skinny, to the point where you would struggle to see him from sideways on. Yet.. he was rather adorable.

OI! Snap out of it! I brushed my clothes off, and offered him my hand. "I've decided not to kill you. So let's stat over. My name is Anne Sedgewick."

The boy looked a little relieved. He took my hand, and shook it eagerly.

"My name is Albert DeCravalho. I'm sorry for almost killing you." The whistle of the train sounded.

"Crap!" I yelled. "C'mon Albert, we're gonna miss the train!" We grabbed our luggage and dashed for the door. We made it just as the doors were closing. Phew. Albert turned to me.

"Let's go find somewhere to sit."

- TA-DAAAAAAAAA! Chappie One is finished! *throws a party* So... reviews. We need them. Flames will be used to make s'mores. See you all next week! Oshie and Emolga