I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, certain people would not have died in the last book. But unfortuntaly JK Rowling owns them and they did die. The only thing I own is the plot line and my characters. Enjoy the story now.
Brittanie's POV
I hugged my mum and dad good-bye and hurried towards platform nine and three quarters. I was seventeen years old and transferring to Hogwarts for my seventh and final year of school. I sighed as I stared sadly at Hogwarts Express. I was already missing Durmstrang; it was going to be a long year.
I was about to head on to the train when a little twelve-year-old Asian boy ran into me. He looked at me in surprised, mumbled something I couldn't understand, and hurried off. I rolled my eyes and began my journey to the train. I was half-way there, when someone walking backwards, pulling their trunk, ran into me. "Oh?" The Asian girl looked at me in surprise. "I'm sorry," she said, before beginning to pull her trunk once more. I shrugged and continued on my way.
I was about to step on to the train, when I was pushed aside, almost falling. I glared as an Asian kid ran by me. What with all the Asians? Once on the train, I realized most of the front compartments would be full so I headed back about half-way before looking for an empty one. I picked a random door and slid it open. My eyebrows shot up as I realized there was ten Asian kids staring back at me. I thought those compartments were only supposed to hold four. How the hell were there ten in there? And besides why were they all Asian? Weren't there any non-Asian people here? I slammed the door closed and hurried away.
A few compartments down, I figured I try again. I slid open the door to find more Asians on the other side. I bother counting them this time, there was at least fifteen. I quickly walked away, not bothering to close the door.
Around ten minutes later, I was ready to give it another try. I started sliding the door to another compartment open, but stopped when I saw yet another Asian looking at me. "Bloody hell" I said, and then slammed the door shut, probably leaving the boy in confusion.
What was going on with all the Asians? Every time I turned around there was another one. I mean I have nothing against them. I just wasn't going to go to a school that was full of them. I ran to the very last compartment and prayed that there would be no Asians on the other side of the door. I took a deep breath and held it until I saw who was on the other side. There was a girl sitting in the corner with a book. Her stunning brown hair fell softly around her shoulders. It concealed her face as she read her book. But amazingly she wasn't white. She looked up at me as if trying to figure out why I was bothering her while she was reading. "Oh my god! You're not an Asian!" I yelled, stepping into the compartment with my trunk. The door slid closed behind me. The girl gave me a weird look, but before either of us could say anything the door slid open once again.
"Hey guys, what about in here?" A voice said from behind me. "There's only a girl in here, I'm sure she won't mind sharing her compartment." I was standing in the door way so I'm guessing they couldn't see the other girl. I turned around and standing in front of me was a boy with gorgeous black hair and mischievous hazel eyes.
"You're not Asian either!" I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the compartment. The door slid closed once again; apparently it did not want to stay open. Not letting go of his hand I grabbed the girl's hand. "You two are my new best friends."
They both stared at me strangely not really paying attention to each other. Getting stared at was getting old, so I pushed the boy into the seat across from where the girl was sitting, and then sat on his lap. "What the…? There are empty seats around us," he said, trying to push me off.
"Yeah, I know… but your lap looked more comfy," I said, wrapping his arms around me, so he could no longer attempt to push me off. The girl looked rather amused by it until she looked at the boy.
"Potter," she said, with obvious displeasure.
"Taylor," he returned disgust clear on his face. Apparently my new best friends didn't like each other. Well this was sure to be interesting.
Before the three of us could respond, the compartment door slid open for a third time. "Prongs, you in here?" A boy asked. When he spotted me, sitting on his friends lap, he grinned. "And you said you were gonna stop flirting with all the girls." This boy too had gorgeous black hair and his eyes were full of mischievousness as well. They were grey though, not hazel. He was kind of cute.
He step into out compartment and stowed away his trunk. He then took the empty seat next to where I was. Another boy was right behind him. His hair was rather a mousy brown and his eyes to were brown. But instead of the mischievousness that filled the other boys' eyes, there was amazement in his. It seemed to me as if he worshipped the other two boys. He sat in the only remaining seat, as the compartment door slid close. "So are you going to introduce me to your new flavor of the week?" The cute one asked.
"Padfoot, I meant it when I said I was going to stop flirting with all the girls. She started flirting with me. This isn't my fault," Prongs said to him. What the hell is with these names? Prongs? Padfoot? They had to be nicknames right?
"You don't seem to be complaining too much," Padfoot pointed out.
Prongs rolled his eyes, but before he could say anything the compartment door slid open. A red-headed girl with emerald green eyes stood there. She looked at Prongs and was about to say something but her face twisted with anger. "James Potter! I came to tell you that as head boy and girl we need to find the new transfer student and make sure she was doing okay. But it looks like you already found her! You are such a pig! We haven't even made it to Hogwarts yet and you already have a new girl on your arm! How long will this one last? A day? Maybe two? And to think I was actually considering giving you a chance. Never will I date a prick like you!" The red-head yelled, before storming off.
"Lily-kins! Wait! It's not what you think," Prongs yelled after her. I'm guessing his real name was James since that's what the red-headed had yelled. He tried to stand up to chase after her, but with me sitting on his lap it didn't work. He sighed in defeat and stared at the empty space where she had just been. "What was she talking about new transfer student? I haven't meant any creepy weird kid from a different school." He looked at Padfoot in confusion.
"Hi, I'm Brittanie Rose Adams. I'm the creepy weird kid from Durmstrang," I said, grinning at him. I grinned even big once, James's mouth fell open. Padfoot started laughing at his look of disbelief. "I know you're James Potter, but for some reason they keep calling you Prongs. But you two I don't know at all," I pointed at the other two boys. Then I looked at the girl who was glaring in loathing at the boys, "And I know you're name is Taylor. But I don't know your first name."
"My name is Rachel Taylor and I'm leaving," the girl said, standing to leave. I grabbed her hand. "Let me go. I refuse to be in the same compartment as three of the Marauders. That's what they call themselves," she nodded at the three boys.
"No. I told you you're my new best friend. You aren't going anywhere, so sit," I said, a stubborn look on my face. She sighed and sat back down, obviously not thrilled about not being allowed to leave. I turned and looked at the cute boy sitting next to me waiting for his name.
"I'm Sirius Black and he's Peter Pettigrew, also known as Padfoot and Wormtail. We have another friend named Remus Lupin, or Moony, but he is taking care of prefect business. The four of us, Prongs, Wormtail, Moony, and me, make up the Marauders," Sirius said.
"Okay…" I said, slowly. "When do I get to meet the other one?" I asked, wanting to know what he looked like.
"He's meeting us for the carriage ride to the castle. So if you stick with us long enough you'll get to meet him then," James said.
I turned and looked at Peter. "Hey Peter, do you speak?" I mean I hadn't even heard him say hello or anything. He had just nodded his head to whatever James and Sirius were saying.
He jumped, almost as if he was surprised someone was speaking directly to him. "Y-yeah, I talk," he said, quietly. He was obviously a shy little boy. The rest of the train ride was filled with small talk.
For the most part Rachel and I talked quietly, while the boys carried on their own conversation. But I talked to the boys enough to realize that James and Sirius were funny and full of pranks, while Peter was the shy one, never really saying anything.
By the time we had reached Hogsmeade, Rachel and I were good friends. As soon as we stopped, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the compartment and said, "We are not riding to the castle with them! I can't stand them any longer. Please don't make me ride with them." I sighed, knowing I'd have to wait to meet the fourth Marauder. But Rachel was sending me a pleading look, so I gave in. I waved good-bye to the boys and Rachel and I climbed got the carriage to ourselves and we were off to Hogwarts Castle.
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