Okay. So this is my first fanfiction, I know the book is already published, but I am writing stories about each year of Harry Potter adding new elements, leading up to a different story.

Disclaimer: What you recognize is not mine but probably that of J.K. Rowling's and what you don't recognize is mine.

Charlotte Black stood there. She was staring at the train station. Her ticket said 'Platform 9 and three-quarters' but there was no such thing. Was there? Charlotte thought all of this, 'I wish I had someone to explain to me about this' she thought. For, you see, Charlotte and her twin sister Scarlett were orphans. As the children of Regulus Black and Eleanor Prewett, there wasn't much to be gained by their surname. But worst of all, they were related to Sirius Black, their notorious mass-murderer of an uncle, who is locked up in Azkaban.

Being related to Sirius made them famous in the Dark world and infamous in the Wizarding world. They wished they wouldn't be remembered for their parents, their father having died before their birth and their mother having died on July 31, 1981, a year to the day after they were born. They were born a month overdue, but were healthy as ever, their father however, had been six feet under for nine months. Charlotte was hoping she could find friends that wouldn't judge her for her family's past. 'Well any Malfoy, Crouch, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, Lovegood, Diggory, or any kid with magical parents was out of the question, for they all knew. Who didn't know?' Charlotte said to herself. 'Who in their right mind didn't know the story of Sirius Black murdering his friend Peter Pettigrew. He was convicted of killing his friend.' Charlotte told herself.

"Come on, we want to get a seat don't we?" Charlotte heard her twin, Scarlett ask.

"Okay, but I don't know can we stand here for a minute?" Charlotte asked back.

"You can, but I'm tired of waiting for you to get over your fears, now I'm going to get onto the platform, get on if you wish, but I refuse to wait for you." Scarlett said without an ounce of care for her twin's feelings. Then, without waiting for Charlotte to acknowledge hearing this, she ran through the barrier, to Platform nine and three quarters.

Charlotte jumped back a mile, she was stunned. Scarlett knew how to get on the platform and she didn't. 'I must really have not paid attention to our family if Scarlett knows that and I don't.' she thought to herself.

"Every year always the same, packed with Muggles." Charlotte heard a women say. She turned at the sound of the word Muggles to find the Weasley family headed towards Platform nine and three quarters.

As the red-headed family got nearer they seemed to stop doing what they were doing at the sight of Charlotte watching.

"Hi, I'm Charlotte Black." Charlotte nervously said to them, knowing full well who they were. The Weasley family.

The mother turned to her in disgust, "Well, at first I thought you were a muggle blocking our way, now I know you are a Death Eater's child."

"You don't understand, I'm not like that, I hate Voldemort," At the sound of his name, everyone in the group shuddered, except a jet-black haired boy wearing glasses, who seemed to be paying attention to the two bickering. "I-I-I was just born into the wrong family, I guess. Oh and who are you?" Charlotte asked pointing to the boy with jet-black hair.

The boy seemed startled at being noticed, "Oh, I'm Harry Potter." The young boy said, unaware of the fame behind the name.

Everyone just stared at him, finally a thirteen-year-old looking boy said, "Well mum, love to stay and stare at Harry Potter, but it is 10:55."

"Oh, blimey Fred, you're right, well best be off huh?" She said, and as a result three boys ran straight through the barrier. Without anyone noticing.

"Excuse me." Harry Potter said as he interrupted Mrs. Weasley showing her youngest son how to get onto the platform. 'How do you get on the platform?"

'Oh dear, it's no worry, it's Ron's first time too. So all you have to do is run straight through to the wall, best do it in a bit of a run." She explained to him.

"Good Luck." Said a ten-year-old red-head, clinging to her mother.

At that Harry Potter ran straight to the wall and went through the barrier, he was followed by the red-headed, Ron. Charlotte decided she was running out of time and simply ran towards the wall. The next thing she knew, she was staring at a train, grander than most.

Charlotte loaded her belongings onto the train, and carried her cats, Lunaishia Specka, and Sunara Twist with her as she climbed upon the train.

She didn't even care about finding her sister. In fact, all she wanted was to be in a place without her sister. Charlotte and Scarlett were good friends, when the were alone, but the real world, Voldemort, and everything else, always drove them apart, because lets face it, Scarlett was pretty much evil, she was on her way to becoming a model Death Eater, since she already was a Death Eater.

That was never something Charlotte was happy about, you see, not only was Scarlett a Death Eater, or at least marked as a future one, but Charlotte was marked for the Dark side. 'I won't let it happen. I refuse to be sorted into Slytherin, I refuse.' Charlotte told herself as she realized that there was only one compartment that wasn't full, wasn't full of people who hated her father, and wasn't full of people who wanted her to be a Death Eater, and it was the compartment that Harry Potter was in.

"S'cuse me? Can I sit there?" Charlotte asked Harry, she was unsure, of his knowledge of her family's darkness.

Harry jumped from his state of dreaming, "Oh sure." He said. "So, why did that woman call you a child of a Death Eater and what is a Death Eater?"

"Oh, well I don't want to explain Death Eaters, it's too complicating for me, and with the woman, she still isn't happy with my mum, so she's taking it out on me."

"Why isn't she happy with your mum?"

"Oh, well my mum was her sister, and, well my mum married into a dark family and my sister and I resulted. But my mum died when I was a year old, and my dad before I was born, so we are her only outputs."

"That's horrible, all of it, I mean I lost my parents too, but that sounds, horrible, kinda like my Aunt Petunia."

"Wow, we're quite alike, oh me gosh," Charlotte blurted out while talking, "I totally forgot that I have to check in with my sister, watch my two cats while I'm gone please."

"Sure." Harry replied, and with that Charlotte was off.