AN: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. I don't even own all the characters because they're real people but they're my friends so I can write about them. This just came to me one day in 8th grade; considering, I'm in 11th now it's been awhile. Anywho I do own one person though that's me! Jessica the sexy (no you're not) ginger.

Jessica's POV:

So what do you do when you have a crazy vision about an English school you've never seen before? You beg your parents to go and drag all your friends to it too. Of course. What else would you do? Look I didn't ask to be gifted, more like cursed, with the Sight. But come on I got two words to describe this opportunity BRITISH ACCENTS. Oh please don't tell me you don't care about them.

Okay a little about myself: I was born and raised in a small town in Arkansas; that's the Southern United States if you didn't know. I started showing magic at age two and had my first vision at age three. My entire family is magical so I'm full-blooded, and I'm proud of my mixed sorcery blood. My blood includes witch doctors from the Apache, Creek, Choctaw, Cherokee, and Blackfoot tribes; as well as, all over Europe except Greece and Italy sadly. But enough about me I'm here to tell you a story.

I lugged Lucky's, my cat, cage behind me with Edgar, my crow, perched on my shoulder and Flame, my draken (a small dragon), wrapped around my arm. Robin, my childhood friend, led the way with her two cats, that's the most they would let her bring NOT ALL 5 FOR SOME REASON, she finally found an empty compartment. The 6 of us claimed it and I set down Lucky's cage onto one of the seats. I dropped exhausted in the seat beside the kitten's cage. Am I being over dramatic? Yes I am, but come on!!

Kelly smiled over at the rest of us. She's been at this school for a year because they only accept 11 year olds not 9 or 10. I was 9 when I had the vision. " You're gonna love it here." She said.

"You keep telling us that Kelly!" Melissa complained.

I let out a huff. " I don't see the appeal yet." Suddenly, some tall dark and handsome guy walked by the window my eleven year old eyes followed him out of sight. "Okay I do now."

"You're right, girl. Very appealing." Agreed Clarissa. She outstretched her neck to get more of a view.

"Yeah," says Robin her eyes lingering on where he once stood.

Kelly laughs at us then adds. "The window shopping is just an added perk."

"Oh yeah wait until they talk." Says Melissa.

Amanda, whom had yet to speak, looked up from fumbling with her draken, Amora, and added. "I don't think that's what Kelly means but enh what's life without fun?"

"And what's England without window shopping?" I added chuckling.

"Boring," said Melissa sadly. "Very boring."

Okay so at this point you're probably wondering what window shopping is. It is a code word we use when looking at attractive guys, but don't tell the guys. Look I know it's wrong and we shouldn't, but I'm sure it goes both ways.

We continued talking about trivial things until the door to our compartment opened. A young boy about our age with messy black hair stood there. He looked terrified to speak as he kept opening his mouth but no sound came out. Some of my friends waited patiently, but I couldn't take it anymore.

"Need anything man?" I asked breaking the awkward silence.

His attention turned to me. He looked relieved that I spoke first. "Actually have any of you seen a toad."

We all shook our heads, and I added in a emphasized Southern (American) accent. "I don't reckon we have."

The boy's gaze lingered on me for a second, but he shifted back to the group when he noticed me staring back. "Well if you see one. I've lost one."

"Jessica!" Robin scolded after the guy shut the compartment door. "Don't you think the added emphasis was a little much."

I studied my friend whom had a natural Southern (US American) twang. She didn't seem offended yet. I cracked a wicked smile. "Nope. Infact, I think it was just right."

My friends let out a small laugh.

Our menial conversation continued until there was a nice awkward pause. I looked around the compartment at all of my friends then suddenly Clarissa pointed to my arm. Flame was gone! Oh my gods... "Flame!" I growled frustrated with the little guy. I looked at Amanda's arm were Amora had tattooed herself. "See you just like to be frustrating!"

"Okay Jessi," said Melissa holding in a laugh. "He can't possibly know that he's frustrating you."

"Oh yes he does, Mel." I snapped. I began searching the compartment having no regard for personal space as I stretched across Kelly's lap. I forcefully moved Robin out of her seat in pursuit of the annoying little guy. After pretty much tearing apart the compartment, I decided he couldn't be anywhere in here. I let out a frustrated huff. "He has to be somewhere around this place."

I headed for the compartment door until... "Wait!" I looked back my eyes landing on Amanda whom had spoken. "I'll help you."

I smiled grateful for Manders's help because I'm super socially awkward. My other friends looked like they were about to offer but I spoke up. "You guys stay here in case he comes back. Manders and I can handle the search of the train."

We stepped out and headed in both directions of the train checking compartments as we went. Our compartment was towards the end of the train so we checked the end before heading the other way. Amanda was much nicer and less invasive in her search then I was. Hey! Can you blame me!? Flame is not the nicest draken! He would bite any stranger that tried to approach him. Or you know burn their hand. He thinks he's bigger than he really his. He thinks he's a real dragon, but he isn't.

"Hey!" I said as we pulled aside the sliding door of a compartment met with a wall of backs.

I glance over at Amanda then made an effort to break through the wall.

"HI!" I yelled waving my hand between their heads. "I'VE LOST A SMALL DRAGON!"

Suddenly everyone in the room, besides Amanda, stepped away and looked at me like I was insane. I looked around at the group of boys. Two of them were huge, well everyone is huge to me, and brutish. In fact, if we were in a movie they'd be the bodyguards of the mob boss. Speaking of mob bosses, the boy between them, whom was very hot if I do say myself, had platinum blond hair and steely gray eyes. His hair was slicked back like a mob boss of the 1920s. I shall call him mob boss and the two bodyguardishboys his goons. My eyes lingered on him before moving on to the others in the room. There was a ginger boy with brown eyes, I can't decide who he looks like,and finally a dark haired boy with emerald eyes and John Lennon glasses.

"What did you say?" asked the mob boss.

I took a deep breath and looked back at Amanda who was still in the doorway. "I lost Flame, my draken. He umm he doesn't really understand umm the-" I drifted off unable to properly form words as I got lost in the mob boss's eyes. He smirked at me and I looked down embarrassed.

"So, how do you lose a small dragon?" asked John Lennon.

"Only Jessica," mumbled Amanda.

I scowled. "It's not my fault; he hates me and loves to run!"

The ginger boy looked me up and down then spoke. "So, he does this often?"

"Well..." I drifted off then turned towards the mob boss. "Why do you slick your hair back like a 20's mob boss?"

"Jessica!" Amanda scolded.

I ignored her and kept talking. "I mean I really can't say much; I cut mine as short as a flapper's, but still I'm curious."

The mob boss laughed at my babbling but didn't answer my question. Which is okay because my attention had moved to something behind his head.

"FLAME!" I yelled diving across the mob boss. The little dragon zipped out of my reach taunting me from his high vantage point. I looked at the mob boss's goons. They could probably provide me with the boost I need. "Okay you," I pointed to the one on the left, "and you!" I pointed to the one on the right. "I need a boost and you'll provide it."

John Lennon, the mob boss, and the ginger boy watched me curiously as Amanda just shook her head laughing.

"Bend down more," I commanded enjoying the fact that they were listening to me. "Okay that's good." I planted my left foot on one's leg then my right foot on the other's and steadied myself on their shoulders. I reached up and grabbed Flame's tiny body. "Haha! Success!" Suddenly, the train gave a lurch and I fell back onto the mob boss. He was, luckily, not as clumsy as me and able to catch and steady me before we crashed to the floor. I blushed slightly and thanked him under my breath. Flame had rewrapped himself around my arm, and I made sure he stayed there this time. The mob boss put me back on my feet, and I dusted myself off. I looked out the window noticing that we were slowing down. Damn! Amanda and I hadn't changed into our uniforms yet. I grabbed her hand, and we rushed out the compartment.

We changed quickly and joined our friends. Kelly departed us for carriages pulled by the coolest horse-like things I've ever seen. She was joined instantly by two ginger guys who looked like twins.

When we found out it was only 4 to a boat I clung to Clarissa like my life depended on it, and it just might.

"Okay so why don't we go three and two so no one's alone," suggested Robin. Hmmm smart I was just gonna go with last one there has to go alone. "I'll go with Clarissa and the three of you guys go."

"Hey! What if I wanted to go with Clarissa!?" I complained still holding her arm.

"Okay so the three of us and the two of you." Robin said rolling her eyes.

"Yay!" I exclaimed. If you haven't noticed I usually get my way. We grabbed a boat and were joined by a pretty blonde girl.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Daphne." I instantly thought of Scooby Doo and knowing Robin so did she.

"I'm Robin," she gestured to Clarissa. "That's Clarissa." Clarissa put up a peace sign and nodded. She gestured to me. "And that's Jessica."

"'Sup." I replied nonchalantly. We looked out over the water. I ran my hand over the surface.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Daphne. "It's filled with monsters."

I retracted my hand quickly then thought it through. "Then why are we traveling on it?" She provided no answer, so I resumed running my hand along the surface water. I can't say I wasn't impressed with the castle because I was. What can I say? I like castles. I should've been born in medieval times, so I could take one over, or marry into it, and rule from its secluded heights with an iron fist. Or I should've been born in the roaring twenties. They would've been nice too. The castle itself looked like I could spend years wandering the halls and still not have been in every part of it. My sense of adventure was overwhelming me. I will defeat you castle! I have seven years; I can find all your secrets.

The boats lurched to a halt on the other shore. I was not sure if we talked any during the ride, but I almost didn't care.

We entered the main entrance and my breath hitched at its beauty. Oh yeah I could get used to a place like this! They even have a hog! It is home! (A/N: For everyone that doesn't know the University of Arkansas's mascot is a razorback, a hog. The entire state considers the razorbacks their team because we are a small town minded state.) My excitement was curbed as a woman with gray hair up in a perfect bun, wish I could do that, approached us with an official looking scroll. It was legit a scroll, like a squire uses.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said the old woman staring at us all judgingly. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremonybecause, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room."

"More like spend my free time in those dormitories sleeping." I whispered to Melissa who nodded knowingly.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." The old bun lady continued. "Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours."

"Like do I get to keep the House?" I asked Melissa cracking a wicked smile at my stupid joke.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." She said looking down at the guy who had lost a toad.

"Smarten up? What does that mean?" I asked Melissa. She shrugged in response. "Should I like hit the books or something? Learn something new?" I laughed slightly at my own jokes as Mel fought to keep in a laugh.

"I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly." She said then swept away.

Psh! Quietly?! Haha don't make me laugh. As soon as she left whispers broke out among all the First years.

We, like many other first years, excitedly discussed the Sorting Ceremony and which House we would be in.

"Move along now, the Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Snapped old bun lady returning to the group of eager first years. "Now form a line, and follow me."

And with that we entered the Great Hall.

A/N: Okay I would like to thank my friends in this story for allowing me to use their names and identities as characters. You guys are the real MVPs. PS give me feedback on what you guys think it'll branch out some more after these first few chapters.