So I rated this T because of stuff I might put in it later. Also Fred is not the twin, he is George's son. The same goes for James. He is Harry's son. They are fourth years. Now that that's cleared up...enjoy!

CHAPTER 1:

THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

Anne:

"Anna, you will be good won't you? Stay out of trouble!"

"I always do, mum." I said grinning mischievously. I was thirteen years old.

"Take care of Mary. Make sure she doesn't get lost."

"Will do, mum." I said patting my sister's shoulder. "We'll be thick as thieves this year!" Mary was protesting as my mother smothered her in kisses. She was a first year, and her hair was dirty blonde like our mum's. My hair is like my father's, reddish brownish. Or at least it would be if he were still alive… I pushed these thoughts out of my head and took my sister's hand. My mother started weeping. A tear came to my own eyes as I realized she'd be all alone now. My sister was away from as well now. I hugged my mum awkwardly and boarded the train.

"Miraculously, we managed to find an empty compartment. We sat down on the padded benches and waited. I already had on my robes and tie. I waved at my mother through the open window as the train picked up speed. I ran my hand through my spiky hair absently.

"Mary, you should go sit with kids your own age." I didn't want Mary to end up friendless, like me. I took her hand and led her out in the long hallway. I spotted short figures out of the corner of my eye. One was a girl that had red straight hair, and the other was a boy that had wavy auburn hair. Yep. First years. I opened the sliding door. "Excuse me; do you have room for one more?" The girl shyly looked at her feet.

"Sure. My name is Lilly, and this is my cousin, Hugo." She said. I nudged Mary and she sat down with them. Then I went back to my own compartment…alone. I sat and waited until, to my surprise, the door opened to reveal a girl my age.

"Sorry every where's full. Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked.

Whoa. Someone wanted to sit with me, the weirdo with short spiky hair with ink in it?

"Sure. Go right ahead."

Catherine:

I packed for my third year at Hogwarts. I packed my textbooks and my homework. I packed pleasure reading books and money. I packed my clothes and my robes. I was packed and ready.

"Now, Catherine, please remember our rules." My mother reminded me once again on the platform. "No talking to strangers. No leaving the group on your Hogsmeade visits and please don't blow anything up this year."

"I know, mum." I replied.

"Ugh…and for the love of all that is good and holy BE SAFE." She said, frantically trying to brush my hair out of my face.

"I will, mum." I answered quickly. "-and I promise to write every other week." I said trying to pry myself out of her death grip. "Fine! Every week! I gotta go, now!" She let go and smiled in satisfaction.

"I love you. Have fun." She said as she looked at me longingly. However, even though I would never admit it to her, I was ecstatic to be leaving home and going to Hogwarts. I was excited to begin my new adventure.

I boarded the train with a pocket full of galleons. I felt the hall give a jolt as the train started to gain speed so I quickly ran into the nearest compartment and looked out the window. I saw my mother waving, gooey eyed. I waved back and blew her a kiss.

I looked at the annoyed and irritated faces in the compartment. Obviously I was not wanted in there. So, I shuffled out of that compartment still holding my suitcase. I wandered aimlessly down the halls until I found an almost empty compartment towards the end. I opened the door and peered in. Inside sat a girl with short red hair and green eyes. "Sorry. Everywhere else is full. Do you have room?" I asked.

She looked shocked. "Sure go right ahead."

Maybe, I thought. Maybe she and I will become friends. I always had friends at my old schools, before Hogwarts. For the past three years, however, no one really wanted to hang out with me. I put my suitcase on the shelf above us. I looked at the ink in the girl's hair. She must be a writer. "Do you write?" I decided to ask.

"What?"

"Do...you...write?" I said gesturing to her scrappy red hair.

"Oh!-Yeah I do. I love to write! Do you?"

"I only write in my free time sometimes, but, yeah, I suppose I like it."

"What house are you in?" She asked.

"Ravenclaw. You?" I answered.

"Same!" She answered. By then the train was chugging right along and we were on our way to a very exciting year.

Juliett:

"Goodbye, mum!" I gave my mom one last kiss and boarded the train. I went through all of the compartments to find a seat, but most of them were either full of filled with scary looking seventh years. I poked my head through another door close to the end. It was only filled with two Ravenclaw girls. They were around my age by the looks of it, too. One had short reddish hair with ink (?) and scraps of paper in it. The other girl had long, brown, straight hair and piercing blue eyes.

When I looked in the girls stopped their conversation and looked at me. "Can I…uh…sit here?" I asked timidly. The brown haired girl looked at the other, who nodded.

"Of course you can."

They made room for me and I sat across from them. I extended my arm to introduce myself. "Juliett Barone, pureblood. I'm a third year in Hufflepuff."

The red haired girl shook my hand. "I'm Annie Austen and I'm a third year, Ravenclaw."

"Oh, and I'm Catherine Michaels." The other girl announced.

"It's very nice to meet both of you." I said leaning back in my seat.

Annie:

I looked, bemused, at the girl sitting across from me. She was awfully formal.

We all talked throughout the entire train ride. I was beginning to rather like both of these girls. I found them to be very engaging company. Juliett seemed to be very mature for her age and Catherine someone you could always strike up a conversation with.

"Strange." I said after an intriguing discussion of the variety in Bertie Bot's every -flavored Beans.

"What's strange?" Asked Catherine.

"I think this is the first time I've had a real conversation with girls my own age." I tried to not make it sound sentimental, but it kind of did.

"Same here." Said Catherine, a bit shocked.

"Well, how ironic. It does seem that we've all been outcasts until now." Juliett stated. There was a general pause allowing everyone to think about what had been said. Afterwards, it was followed by an awkward silence. "Sooo…what do your parents do?" Juliett asked. She had to ask the wrong question.

"Well…my mom is a part of the ministry of magic organization called the Society for the Promotion of Magical Equality- S.P.M.E. - formally known as S.P.E.W. It used to be an organization to protect the rights of elves, but now it protects most creature rights like goblins, and the elimination of prejudices by blood. Also, right now they're working on squibs live in wizarding villages and stuff like that. They've had all these neat ideas about selling them magical items so they can…am I boring you to death?" I asked, stopping.

"No, no! Not at all!" said Catherine. "And what about your father? Does he work for the ministry of magic as well?"

I couldn't just lie to them, I thought. No. I decided. I would just have to come clean and tell them the truth. "He's-er-not exactly around any-anymore; not since the year before the last. There was…an accident."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Said Juliett.

"Yeah, take your time." Said Catherine.

Catherine:

I felt bad for Annie. She seemed so nice. I really didn't mean to make her upset. I tried to change the subject. "So…ummm-er-" I stammered. I was completely drawing a blank and had no idea what to say. Usually I can't shut up! Now, I couldn't talk at all! What was going on with me? I was so mad at myself.

"Um…are you okay, Catherine?" Juliett asked curiously. I realized that my face was probably turning red. I tended to do that a lot.

"Um…internal conflict." Then I gave a nervous laugh.

Just around then, the trolley came by our compartment. It had juicy, mouthwatering, magical candies. It had Bertie Bot's Every-flavored Beans, chocolate frogs, pumpkin pastries, and some Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. They also had licorice and lollipops of every color and flavor. I stuck my hand in my pocket, and felt the golden round galleons I had brought with me. This was a great time to go get a snack from the trolley.

As I was butting my way through the crowd of people, I saw Fred Weasley. He was a fourth year in Gryffindor, and very popular. Strike that. No, not popular…the most popular along with his partner in crime, James Potter, son of the very famous Harry Potter. Fred's father owned Weasley's Wizard Wheezes joke shop in Hogsmeade, which automatically made him kind of cool. Aside from that, I was almost positive he received O's (Outstanding's) in all of his classes. I may have been an outcast, but I couldn't help myself from having a crush on him. He had reddish brownish auburn hair just like Annie, and was pale, almost as pale as me. He was funny, smart, and extremely cute.

As soon as I remembered not to stare, I realized that I had pushed my way to the front of the line. I had a panic attack. "Um three tom tongue toffee's and one bag of Bertie's every-flavored beans please." I said extremely quickly.

"Whatcha doin' with those?" Fred asked me surprisingly.

"Oh!" He had scared me so much I near wet my pants. I was not expecting him to talk to me. "Oh…um…well, I was going to bring them back to my compartment. You know, something to do to pass the time." I said trying to be smooth, although I'm sure that I didn't.

He kind of stood there not saying anything. "Would you like to join us?" I added unknowingly.

"Well, James was going to see if he could get this first year to lick a toilet, but yeah that sounds just a bit more appealing." Said Fred. I smiled extra widely and excitedly then showed him to our compartment. "Is this everyone?"

"Yeah." I said. "We aren't big crowd type people."

"That's cool." Said Fred. I sat down across from Annie and Juliett, like I had before, and Fred sat next to me. I passed out the toffees to everyone. We were all about ready to eat tem when we heard someone coming down our end of the hall.

"Dude! Where you been? I've been lookin' for you everywhere! He did it! He licked the toilet and-" James stopped and looked at us. "Who're your friends?"

"Allow me to introduce you. This is Juliett, Hufflepuff. This is Annie, Ravenclaw…and Catherine, also Ravenclaw. They're third years." Fred said gesturing to each of us.

"Well, can I join?" James asked a tad lonely.

"Why not?" I said, though I probably should have consulted everyone else first. We started passing out Bertie Bot's every-flavored beans, and dared eachother to try new flavors. Fred and I were dared to try the following: sardine, milk, strawberry, soap, and soup. Juliett and Annie were dared to try these following flavors: cat litter, sugar, pasta, orange, and vomit. When James tried his flavored beans, he said some words that made me laugh, but I would rather not repeat.

The train had stopped and we all grabbed our bags and got off onto the platform. As soon as we all were off, Juliett Annie and I left for the carriages. Once we got there we all boarded. Fred and James came running over to our carriage right before we left. "Can we ride with you?" asked James quite eagerly.

"Sure!" Juliett said excitedly. "You guys are hilarious!" I smiled at her. She looked at me and it was pretty clear that she knew that I wanted to ride with them.

I could see Hogwarts from our carriage. The lights were on inside the castle. There was a warm autumn breeze blowing in my face. Annie laughed and said I looked like a model with the wind blowing through my hair. We all laughed at that.