Hi everybody! This is my first fanfic! Please review. I'll hopefully update every two days.

Disclaimer: I must not tell lies, I do not own Harry Potter characters or places

September 1st seemed to take longer to come around that year. My alarm shrieked loudly and jumped across my bedside locker, sprouting a hand which it slapped me in the face with.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up you lazy little-"

"Alright, alright", I groaned, pressing the off button to silence the din the little clock was creating. Out of habit, I glanced at my Quidditch calendar – September 1st! Suddenly I was wide awake. I sprung out of bed and threw on the clothes I had prepared: a green tank top, grey skinny jeans, and a pair of black pumps. I briskly pulled a brush through my long waves of chocolate coloured hair and skidded down the stairs.

My parents were noticeably subdued that morning, I put it down to the fact that they were sending their only child off to a boarding school and would be lonely. I looked like my mother, quite short, brunette hair, same facial features, and tanned skin. However, my Mother was a plump lady, whilst I was very skinny. I inherited my father's eyes, an amber colour, very rare to humans. My father wasn't entirely human though, you see, he is a werewolf. Neither my Mother nor I are bothered by this fact, and I even have several wolfish traits!

I love the night, especially the moon, and have strangely sharp night-vision. I also have a certain fondness for bloody meat, particularly steak! When the full moon rises, I can feel the wolf within me, desperately trying to claw its way out. I don't transform, but I do feel a certain level of pain. Enough to make me wish I do change, I could help my father.

After a breakfast of pancakes, my father helped me lock my trunk and hauled it downstairs for me. I persuaded my eagle owl, Athena to hop into her cage and carried it downstairs. We then linked arms, and ensuring all of my possessions were in contact with us, disapparated to King's Cross Station.

I had apparated on several occasions before, but still felt slightly queasy afterwards. I took a few deep breaths and followed my parents to the wall between Platforms 9 and 10.

"You ready, little wolf?" My father asked me softly.

"Yes Dad! I'm a bit nervous though."

"I'd be worried if you weren't!" He said encouragingly, "Well, here we go!"

I shut my eyes and we charged through the solid brick wall, but no contact came. I opened my eyes and gasped at the scene before me, Platform 9¾ was a hive of activity. Everywhere I looked, parents were saying goodbye to their children, friends were greeting each other and parents were gossiping. In the middle of all of the action, there was a huge, powerful, scarlet steam engine.

"Goodbye Amy dear", my mother gushed, "Write to us as soon as you get a chance, and stay out of trouble! Do your best, sweetie. We love you." She kissed me goodbye and I returned her warm hug.

"Have a good time, little wolf, we'll miss you." Dad added and he too, gave me a big bear - wolf –hug.

After waving farewell to my parents, I placed my trunks in the designated compartment, and carrying Athena's cage in my arms, boarded the train. The engine must have been magically extended, for it was much wider than I had imagined. I strolled down the hall way until I found a compartment containing four people who looked my age.

"Hi, do you mind if I sit here?" I asked loudly.

The two boys sitting on one side of the compartment looked up at me and smiled cheeky grins. They both appeared to be rather tall. The one nearest me had messy black hair that stood up in all directions, mischievous hazel eyes and glasses. The boy sitting closer to the window had long black hair that fell into his twinkling silver eyes. I must admit, he was quite handsome.

"No, not at all", the boy wearing glasses replied, "My name's James Potter, and this is Sirius Black".

"Hi! I'm Amy Griffon". I sat down between Sirius and the window. We began to talk about our families, I told them how I was a pureblood, although I left out the part about my dad being a werewolf, and being part one too. I'm not ashamed of it, but I'd rather not tell anyone until I know that they're trustworthy.

I found out that James, like me is an only child and is also a pureblood. Sirius is also a pureblood, and has a younger brother called Regulus. I guessed from the tone of his voice during this topic that Sirius isn't too fond of his family, but maybe I'm too observant.

We hadn't paid any attention to the other two occupants of the compartment, until the boy mentioned Slytherin house. He was an odd looking child, with long greasy curtains of black hair and expressionless eyes.

"Slytherin?" James barked. "Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"My whole family's been in Slytherin." Sirius said dejectedly.

"Blimey", James grinned, "and I thought you seemed alright!" Sirius beamed back at James.

"Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"

James pretended to lift an invisible sword and I guessed the answer before he could utter it.

"Gryffindor where dwell the brave at heart!" James said proudly, "Like my dad!" The greasy haired boy made a weird choking sound, reverting the attention back to him. James frowned. "Got a problem with that?"

"No", the boy lied, "If you'd rather be brawny that brainy-"

"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither", Sirius quipped.

As James guffawed with laughter, the girl sitting beside the slimeball stood up and glared at the boys and I angrily. She was extremely pretty. She was slightly taller than me with stunning long flaming red hair and green eyes currently blazing with anger.

"Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment." She snapped. The boys imitated her voice, making it sound very high pitched. James stuck out a leg to trip Severus up.

"See ya, Snivellus", Sirius and James called.

Although I knew I shouldn't, I burst out laughing as the door was slammed shut; the look on Snivellus' face was priceless!

The boys and I resumed our conversation. A few minutes later, we were joined by a boy who introduced himself as Peter Pettigrew. He was extremely short, slightly shorter than me, a little bit chubby, with mousy brown hair and dull blue eyes. Before we could get to know Peter, there was a gentle knock on the compartment door. Sighing, I got up and slid it across. There stood a nervous sandy haired boy.

"Hi, I was um wondering if I could sit with you…" he trailed off.

"Of course you can!" I smiled warmly at him, trying to ease his nerves. "My name is Amy Griffon and these are James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew."

"I'm Remus Lupin", he said as he sat down beside Peter. He was quite tall, just a bit shorter than James. He had neat sandy coloured hair and warm chocolate coloured eyes that would melt anyone's heart. The unusual thing about his appearance was his scars. There was a deep, fresh looking one across his left cheek and they laced his hands too. I wondered what happened to him.

We soon found out that both Remus and Peter were half-bloods. Before Sirius could tell us which Quidditch team he supports, the trolley came around.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?" The plump lady asked. The five of us literally pounced on the poor woman. We bought armfuls of sweets. All except Remus, he only bought two chocolate frogs. I watched intently as he delicately ate them, politely declining our offers to share ours with him. I suddenly noticed how patched and old his clothes were. I jumped off my seat and plonked down beside him, shoving some of my sweets into his lap.

"Oh, no, Amy, I couldn't…" he began.

"Yes you can, I insist!" I said in a posh voice, making him smile.

"Thanks", he said gratefully before popping an every flavour bean into his mouth. "Merlin! Got a coal flavoured one!"

We laughed and the rest of the train ride flew by.