I've never been in a train station before... Nor have I ever seen one in the flesh before... Sad really, considering I lived in Toronto, trains left, right, and center. King's Cross Station was bigger than I'd ever expect it too be. Adults, children and teenagers (of all shapes and sizes) were bustling back and forth by me. Totally oblivious to my confusion and existence. Charming, and they say Brits are more polite then us Canadians..right. I glanced down at my golden ticket (wow, can we say Charlie and the chocolate factory?) For a second look. Platform nine and three-quarters. What the hell? I looked around thinking. I must've looked like a jackass cuz I got weird looks from passing giggling girls and hot guys, damn. Not to mention I had a "trolley" with an extra large trunk, backpack with my little knick-knacks, and a black owl that hooted non-stop.

"Shut up, Mist!" I hissed through my teeth. Throughly annoyed, frustrated, confused and at wits end; I smacked Mists cage, which caused her to go bonkers and bounce around the cage. Christ crackers! I looked down at my watch and sighed. I had 15 minutes until the train leaves the station to figure out WHERE the platform was. I leaned over my trolley sighing, accepting that I would miss the train. My thoughts drifted to my past... Not what I enjoy thinking about but I can't help but analyze it all. Where did it all go wrong?

My parents disappeared on my tenth birthday and I haven't seen 'em since. After that I was passed around from relative to relative like some unwanted stray dog for five years; not much fun. My Aunt Bernice and Uncle Cole took me in first; they were murdered shortly after kicking me off to my grandparents house up north in Sudbury. Two years later my grandparents had me flown out west to BC to live with my cousin Josh and his fiancé, Cloe.

Nearly four years after that they pushed me off on a friend for the weekend. It was my sixteenth birthday party, so naturally I wanted to blow that popsicle stand for the weekend. I partied hard, but felt like I needed to go home, early. Cloe just had her daughter, my niece, so I was worried. When I got there I was greeted by an older gentlemen with a long beard and equally long silvery hair. He was peering at me over half moon glasses. He told me I had to pack quickly and leave with him. I refused and ran past him into the living room. Cloe was in a bloody heap on the floor. Josh's arms were covered in deep defensive wounds; he had Clover in his arms, his last act as a new father. I was numb inside, I vomited behind the couch. The gentleman told me he wished for me to attend his school in England; because it was what my parents wanted. He explained that my family all died protecting me from an dark wizard named Voldemort. And that I was being passed around so his death eaters wouldn't be able to catch me. He wouldn't tell me why, only that in time I would understand and find out why.

The gentleman took me by floo powder to the "Leaky Cauldron" in London, England. After beginning to tell me about his school, Hogwarts, I explained that I had memorized "Hogwart: a history" front to back at the request of my family members. He seemed thoroughly pleased. He took me into Diagon Alley and into various stores for shopping. He paid for everything, my books, supplies, an owl, a new extra large trunk, tailored blood-red robes for school. The only thing new I learned about Hogwarts were the names of teachers (past and present) and a brief lesson on a boy he was particularly fond and proud of. Of course I knew the story of the-boy-who-lived and he-who-must-not-be-named; my family reinforced and educated me well on everything about the history of magic. I was snapped out of my little world by a woman's frantic voice.

"You lot are going to miss the train, hurry!" she cried.

I pushed my trolley around the pillar and came nearly face to face with a short, plump woman with red hair and wore a knitted top. My kind of mother. She stopped directly in front of my trolley. She seemed to be examining the contents quickly before deciding what to say or do.

"Um..." I noticed a boy and girl with similar red hair, a girl with bushy hair and a boy with black bed hair; all of them had their trolley's filled with similar items as mine. I smiled confidently. They were going to Hogwarts too. Hopefully. "This might seem odd of me for asking. But I'm new and my ticket..." I showed it to her, "says platform nine and three-quarters. Pardon my trucker mouth, but what the fuck is that shit about?" The kids seemed stunned by my language but the woman smiled widely. While she was looking over the ticket my eyes traveled to the boy with bed hair. Mmmm... just look at those green eyes, so gorgeous and that bedhead look, so hot! The boys frown turned into a soft smile. Shit! I was staring too long and he noticed, as did the redheaded boy. Dammit dammit dammit... My cheeks burned and I knew a blush was creeping up my cheeks, so I tore my gaze away nervously.

"Well dear," the woman began, catching me off guard, "my name's Molly Wesley." She took my hand and gently shook it. "These two are my son and daughter, Ron and Ginny" she gestured towards them. "And those two are their friends Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

I smiled and politely shook all their hands. "Well I'm. . ." I glanced at my watch and squealed. "Gonna be miss the train!" I gasped.

"Oh dear, hurry along; Hermione, Ginny and Ron, you lot first, quickly."

Without a word the three of them pushed their trolley's into the pillar between platforms nine and ten; vanishing. Damn that's clever. Mrs. Wesley ran after them, leaving Harry and myself.

"So," Harry nudged me, "you ready ta run for it?"

I got a little bit of courage when he smiled and patted my back. "You know it, babe." I smirked because he blushed and looked away. Ha ha, too cute. We ran through the barrier onto platform nine and three-quarters.

The next few moments went by rather quickly. I thanked Mrs. Wesley for her kindness and ran onto the train with stuff; all the while acting like my extra large trunk, backpack, and birdcage didn't weigh a thing. I staggered about the train trying to find a compartment. Did I mention I knocked a few little kids over? Well I did, poor buggers. I didn't bother looking for Harry and the others. I thought I made ass enough of myself for one day. I found a "carriage" near the back of the train. After getting myself settled; meaning getting my stupid trunk into the rack, I sat down, looking out the window. I caught myself staring at a particularly strange scene outside my window. Mrs. Wesley was chasing an abnormally large black dog about the platform. Funny sight. When Mrs. Wesley dove for the dogs tail, it jumped over her and bounced merrily along the platform, then vanished somewhere near the front of the train. Weird ass mutt. The train sprang to life and lurked forward knocking me backwardly onto the seat. My blonde hair fell in loose curls around my face so I could barely see the floor.

"Dammit to hell." I grumbled angrily, feeling like a complete ass. "Should've expected that one." I heard the compartment door open but didn't look.

"Oi, this way mates, we can kick this ass out, c'mon Parkinson." the guys voice was loud, whiny and down right annoying. "Hey get the fuck out, I want this carriage, let's go!"

I inwardly smirked. Prick. I looked up and brushed my curls back. There was a pug face looking girl, two gorilla built boys and a platinum blonde boy with a pointed nose; looked like a snobbish dickhead to me.

Blondie smiled smugly as he eyed my body.

That's what I get for wearing low riders and a tank top. "This carriage is taken, if you'd asked politely which seems to me ta be beyond your vocabulary, I might've let you take a seat. But now your fucked, so piss off."

The girl turned on her heels and left at this point, bitch.

I stood up and re-adjusted my jeans. "You obnoxious shit, get out of my sight." That wiped the smirk off his face quickly.

"Why you foreign bitch, filthy little– "

"Malfoy," two males voice said in union.

"Well look who it is," Malfoy turned around gracefully. "If it isn't Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood"

I'd had enough of this smug bastards shit. My wand appeared in my right hand and I pointed it at Malfoy's back. The only spell I could think of was. . .

One of the gorilla's pointed out what I was doing. Malfoy spun around with his fists out. Silly brat.

"Stupefy!" I shouted. The spell hit him in the chest seconds too late. I fell backwards into the window then slid down the wall. I looked up and saw that the gorilla's were gone, Harry, Ron and a short plump boy were standing over Malfoy. Hermione knelt by me but I stood up, brushing off the blow to the head like it was nothing. Reality was that my head was screaming and I could see multicolored streamers before my eyes. I pushed Ron aside roughly and pointed my wand back at Malfoy's pretty boy face. "Coldius magentus" I hissed the spell quietly. Malfoy's hair turned a bright shade of pink as did his eyebrows. I slide my wand back up my sleeve and started rolling Malfoy's limp body out of the compartment, then slid the door shut. I returned to my seat by the window, ignoring the stares I was receiving. I looked back at all four of them then down to their feet where their trunks laid.

"Y'all gonna put yer trunks up and keep me company or make me suffer for another round with Malfoy and those gorilla's."

"We'd love to join you!" Hermione squealed with delight and used a levitating spell to move their trunks into the rack. She, Ron and Harry took a seat across from me, while the plump boy with the round face took a seat next to me. . . While petting his frog. Ugh.

After about twenty minutes Hermione decided to play "20 Questions".

"So what's your name?" she asked sweetly.

I smiled gingerly. "The name's Vixen Valkyrie."

Ron whispered something to Harry that made him blush, smirk then hit Ron over the head.

"You sound American," Ron smiled thinking he said something smart.

"I am most definitely not American," growled low in my throat making Ron's face pale and his freckles stand out. "I'm Canadian," I said cheerfully.

Ron's face went back to normal, must've thought I was going to curse him into a black hole.

I pulled my wand out of my sleeve and pointed it at Harry. "Coldius magentus!"

Harry flinched then opened his eyes carefully, then looked at me confused.

I giggled and smiled innocently. "The rim of your glasses were black, I thought dark green would work better..." I frowned. "Not that you can really tell unless your super close... oh well." Someone grabbed my wrist while I was trying to put my wand away. I glanced up at Harry then over to Hermione. Her eyes were glassy, wide and fixated on my wand. "Um... Hermione?... Want to look at it?"

She snatched my wand and began twirling it strategically through her nimble fingertips. "Is this... made from Ebony?"

I smiled. "Yes, Ebony, nine and a half inches long and filled with Phoenix Ash."

Everyone was staring at me, even Harry. "It belonged to my grandmother first then my mother." My smiled faded instantly. "My mother gave it to me on my tenth birthday. Not five hours later did she and my father disappear–presumed dead." I fell silent only because talking was making that blow to the head Malfoy gave me, a zillion times worse. I pressed my head against the cool window. My consciousness was slipping away, stupid Malfoy. "Guys..." I whispered. Only the boy beside me heard.

"Hey Vixen's saying something."

Harry, Ron and Hermione stopped talking and turned their attention to me.

I stood up quickly, a little too quick. I fell into either Ron or Harry, I couldn't open my eyes too tell. Dammit. I whispered to whomever could here me. "See if anyone has some chocolate. That blow Malfoy gave me is taking me out...sorry.." I groaned as my headache roared to life. Tugging me into the darkness. Someone was shaking me, at least I thought someone was.. Maybe someone was saying me name.. Perhaps not... I couldn't stay awake any longer. I let my consciousness slip away from the moving train and into my nightmarish mind set.