I don't own Harry Potter, the wonderfully talented and endless mind of JK Rowling does, and God bless her for creating something so amazing. Honestly, without Quidditch and magic where would I be in life?

'Okay. Okay, mum. Mum!' Imogen Hughes was desperately trying to remove herself from her mothers grip, but Eira Hughes just wasn't having it.

'I'm going to miss you so much, Immykins,' she said, planting kisses on her daughter's forehead.

'Yes, mum - you've said. How come you didn't smother Laurel and Sian this much when you were saying goodbye to them?'

'Laurel and Sian haven't been living with me for the past six years now, have they?' Eira sent her other daughters glares, and they shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

'Either way, we're going to miss the train if you don't let me go now!' With one last grunt, Imogen removed herself from her mothers grip. She grabbed her trunk and hurried onto the Hogwarts Express, closely followed by Laurel and Sian.

'Finally!' Sian dramatically wiped her forehead. 'How did you live with that woman for six years, Immy?'

'Honestly, I have no idea. I just held onto the thought that one day I might be reunited with my oh-so-wonderful sisters,' She held her hand of her heart before bursting into laughter with the two girls. 'Now, where shall we sit?'

'Don't you mean where shall you sit?' Laurel shook her head, 'I have my own friends.'

'Oh,' She frowned. 'I didn't want to sit with you anyway. Sitting with a lowly second year, what would that do to my reputation?'

'Whatever you say, "Immykins"' Laurel sneered before sauntering off to find her friends. Imogen looked hopefully at her older sister.

'Sorry, Immy,' She shot a sympathetic look at Imogen. 'Prefect duties, you know? Being Head Girl entiles a lot of responsibility.'

'Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that my own sisters would abandon me. What happened to family first, Sian?'

She rolled her eyes, 'You're so melodramatic. You should just quit magic and become an actress.

'Might take you up on that. Will I get into trouble for my hair?' Imogen asked, picking up a lock.

'I don't think so. Even if you do, at least we'll get into trouble together, right? I'd love to see Laurel's face when she gets detention.' Sian turned on her heels and walked away. Imogen watched sadly until she could no longer see her sisters dirty blonde hair before turning to find her own compartment. 'Just you and me, ey, Hera?' She said quietly to her kitten, stroking her behind her ears.

Imogen peered into carriage upon carriage until she came across one that was empty. Just my luck, she thought before levitating her trunk into the holster above. She sat down and crossed her legs, luring Hera into her lap so she could have something to do with her hands.

Not long after, the carriage door opened, and three girls came in. 'Can we sit here? Everywhere else is full.' Said the smaller of the three, with short spiky hair and a warm face.

'Sure,' Imogen smiled. Might as well make some friends while I'm at it.

'I'm Alice Prewett.' She held out her hand and Imogen shook it happily. 'This is Marlene McKinnon and Rebecca Gallagher.' She guestered first to a girl with long brown hair in a braid, and then the girl with curly black hair and pouty lips

'I'm Imogen Hughes,'

'Hughes, Hughes... Isn't a Hughes Head Girl this year?' Marlene asked. Imogen nodded.

'Yeah, that's my sister, Sian. She wouldn't stop shoving her badge in my face all summer.'

'How come we've never seen you before then?' Said Alice, unzipping her bag and pulling out Chocolate Frogs. She handed one to each of the girls.

'I moved back to England at the end of July.'

'Back? Where were you before?' Rebecca asked, taking a big bite out of her second frog.

'I lived in India with my mum. We'd gone on holiday there a month before, and she liked it a bunch so she decided to move there.'

'Very rash woman, your mum,' Rebecca had considered her words carefully, not wanting to insult Imogen yet get her point across.

'She is, really.' Imogen nodded.

'How come your sister didn't go?'

'My mum wouldn't let her miss her education at Hogwarts, now that she'd already started. My little sister didn't want to go back because it was too hot there and my dad had a bad incident with a tiger on holiday.'

'Is there a magic school in India?' Marlene asked. Hera the cat suddenly appeared, and all the girls had taken a habit of stroking her behind her ears, her favourite spot.

'No, my mum taught me. She passed everything she'd taken so she just taught me those.'

'What does your mum do?'

'She's an Auror,' Said Imogen, happily helping herself to another frog.

'Your mum isn't Eira Hughes, is she?' Alice perked up, looking at Imogen with eager eyes.

'The one and only,' Alice let out a small squeak, and started to jump up and down on her seat. 'What's wrong with her?' Imogen asked Rebecca, who was closest to her.

'Alice wants to be an Auror really bad, it's become an obsession of sorts.' Rebecca whispered back in the same concerned voice. 'It's really not healthy.'

'Does your mum have short blonde hair?' Asked Marlene, who was also staring at Alice.

'Yeah, why?'

'Oh, God.' Marlene dropped her head in her hands. 'Alice has got a poster of your mum on her bit of the wall.'

'Really?' Imogen started laughing. To her, having a poster of her mum on a wall was just as absurd as eating a flobberworm. 'Do you really want to be an Auror that bad, Alice?'

'Super bad!' Alice nodded earnestly.

'Ever since her boyfriend left school and started Auror training, she's been worshipping the ground they walk on.' Marlene said.

'Mad-Eye Moody, Daniel Worren, your mum, you name it, Alice knows it.' Rebecca was shaking her head.

'If it means that much to you, I could always put in a good word for you with my mum. She's Head of Auror Training this year.'

'You would? Really?' Imogen nodded. 'Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!' Alice bounced off her seat and threw her arms around Imogen, and they both fell to the floor giggling. The other two were dragged into the pile and soon it became flailing limbs on the floor.

That moment, the compartment door opened. 'What's happening here?' Imogen lifted her head up and saw a red head standing at the door, with a huddle of boys behind her. One of them pushed his way to the front, and Imogen saw he was extremely handsome. He had shoulder-length black hair that hung in curls around his face, a straight nose and a tanned complexion. He gave a lopsided grin as his stormy grey eyes took in the scene.

'Lesbian sex!' He shouted, jumping on a seat. 'Prongs, make me some popcorn. Now let's see who we have here.' He peered at the huddle on the floor. 'There's Rebecca - to be expected - and Marlene - not foreseen, gotta tell you that - and, oh!' He gasped, throwing a hand to his mouth in mock horror. 'Alice Serena Prewett, never had you down for a nymph! And who is this?' He stared at Imogen's face.

The four girls untangled themselves and after making themselves presentable, fussed to find seats in the now cramed compartment.

'Who're you?' Long-haired, sexy-grinned, grey-eyed boy repeated.

'Imogen Hughes,' She held out her hand for him to shake, but instead he took it and raised it to his lips. His lips barely touched her skin, yet it felt like it was on fire all the same.

'Sirius Black, pleasure.' He winked before dropping her hand.

'Ignore him, he flirts with everyone and anyone.' A boy with glasses and messy black hair said, raising his eyes heavenwards. 'I'm James Potter, nice to meet you.'

'You too.' She shook hands with all the new faces and was pleased to have made new friends so easily.

'Er, Imogen,' said a boy with sandy hair - Remus? 'If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your hair?'

'Oh yeah, I've been wanting to know that since I saw you.' Marlene said, picking up one of Imogen's long locks. The majority of Imogen's hair was white blonde, like the rest of her family's, bar Mr Hughes, but the tips and about seven centimetres above were a carnation pink.

'One of my older sisters, Cadwyn, is friends with a lot of Muggles, and there's this trend going round amongst teenagers called "dip-dying"' She made air quotations around the word. 'She wanted to try it, but was scared it'd go wrong so she got me and my other sisters to do it before her.' Imogen rolled her eyes.

'Is that why Sian had green hair?' Lily suddenly called out.

'Yeah,'

'That's so cool! How's it work?' James asked. As Imogen explained how you brush it in, she was surprised to see the eager faces of James, Sirius, Alice, Marlene and Peter.

'Ah! I love Muggles! Always making up new things!' Sirius sighed and leaned back, a happy smile on his face.

'They're purebloods, they have no idea how hard Muggles have it,' Lily shook her head before reaching to get her trunk. 'We better change.' They all agreed and had changed into their robes as the train rolled into Hogsmeade.

'Leave your trunk, Imogen. They take it for you,' said Rebecca.

'What about Hera?' She asked, but Rebecca just waved her hand before grabbing Imogen's and dragging her out the train.

'Firs' years over here, firs' years over here!' A booming voice made Imogen jump and she turned to see a giant in the distance.

'Do you think she ought to sit with us?' Alice asked, also looking at Mr Giant.

'I don't know.' Lily bit her lip. 'Is she meant to go with them, you think?'

'Go where?' Imogen asked, looking between the four of them.

'It's traditional for new students to go to the castle over the lake with Hagrid, but that's usually first years.' Marlene explained, pointing first to the lake, then to Hagrid and finally the bundle of small students around him that barely came up to his midriff.

'I'll go with them, then?' Imogen said, making her way over.

'But you'll stand out. You're really not short enough to be mistaken for a first year,' Rebecca said starting to make her way to some carriages at the end of the train.

'Stand out? I've got pink hair, of course I'm going to stand out!' Imogen grinned before making her way over to Hagrid and the first years, loosing sight of her new friends admist all the people.

Well, there's the first chapter. Hope you liked it, and thank you for taking the time to read it, means so much to me! Reviews are always welcome (that's a really subtle way of me saying I'd like some reviews if you're not terribly busy)