alright, gonna start off with a note. Firstly, I want to say that, yes, I have read the books, yes, I have seen the movies, and, yes, I know that the series starts in the eighties and nineties (more the nineties, I know) , but for this story, it takes place well now, and no, no original characters will be in Hogwarts.
Also, If I make a mistake, no need yell or flame at me for it, please understand, it has been a while since I've read the books and seen the movies, so please take it easy people.
Platform nine and three-quarters was busy as normal, witches and wizards of all ages where there, the train was getting ready to set off for the new school year at Hogwarts. Parents kissed and hugged their children goodbye as the children tried to escape their grasps and board the train. Among these children was eleven year old Joan Philips, the young girl struggled against her kissing and hugging mother. Joan looked almost identical to her mother, they both had the same redish brown hair, both had freckles covering their faces, both had green eyes as well, the only thing different between the two was the fact that Joan was missing a front tooth and that she has her father's nose.
"Mooom, the train will leave with out me if you don't let go..." Joan whined as her mother kissed her cheek for the hundredth time.
"Ohhhh, I know." Her mother, Katherine cooed softly now hugging her daughter tighter.
"Mom. Can't. Breath." Joan said, feeling her oxygen being cut off by her mother's bear hug.
The train whistled loudly, warning that it was getting ready to take off. Finally Katherine let go and gave her daughter one last kiss on the head.
"Go, be a good student, write to me, everyday, you understand?" Katherine said and Joan nodded and responded with, "Yes mother, I promise." She then stepped onto the train steps and blew a kiss to her mother before turning around and boarded the train. She kept her bag close to her chest as she looked for a open place to sit. She darted her eyes around, till finally she found a place.
It was empty, completely, she smiled to herself, she liked the solitude. Opening the door and getting in, she shut the door and sat next to the window. She opened her backpack and looked at the contents inside, everything she would need to keep herself busy for the trip. Well, Everything her father wanted her to have on the trip at least.
Her mother was the witch of the family, her father, James, was a muggle. There was a heated fight between the two after Joan gotten her letter. Her mother never told her father about her magic side. Joan herself never knew either. She embraced it though, she wish the same could be said with her father. He didn't even go to Diagon Alley with her.
The only thing her father did for her was pack her back pack with stuff he figure she should have on the train ride. Which was really cool of him, but the one problem was he didn't want any magical stuff with her. Meaning, no wand, no, as he calls it, fake monopoly money, nothing.
Naturally, her mother put up a fight, saying that all witches and wizards have to have at least their wand on them. She won that argument, when they got to the train her mother gave her a couple sickles and a galleon, 'in case you get hungry.' she said with a wink to Joan.
Joan sighed, Taking out a book, she opened it and started to read. Dragon Rider, a book she'd read a hundred times and will continue to read.
The train then jerked forward, it was finally taking off, she let out a sigh as it did so, she couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts. From what her mother had told her, it was just beautiful and that she had to see it for herself in order to fully understand it.
Shaking her head, Joan focused on her book once more, since no one was with her, she turned and put her feet on the seat next to her, then she put her back to the wall and got comfy. With another happy sigh, she read her book in complete comfort.
That was when the compartment door opened.
'Of course' She thought bitterly as she looked up from her book to see who had opened the door.
It was another girl, she had sandy blonde hair, a pretty slim build, well, slimmer than Joan's own chubbiness at least. She had dark green eyes as well, Joan looked at the girl's robe, no house sign anywhere, another new comer.
"Mind if I sit here?" The girl asked in a rather bored demeanor, Joan only nodded, but didn't move her feet, there was another seat across for her, that girl could sit there.
The sandy haired girl did just that, she sat by the window, Joan went back to reading, a few seconds of silence passed, Joan shifted a little bit more, then the girl spoke.
"I'm Noah Vanderick, a pureblood." She said proudly leaning back into her seat. Joan sighed and put her book down on her chest, keeping it open as she did so.
"Joan Phillips, Dad's a muggle, Mum's a witch." Joan said with a heavy sigh, as she stared at the ceiling. She then craned her neck back to look out the window, trees and wildlife passed with a blink of a eye.
"Huh, so, uh, what book are you reading?" Noah asked noticing the book still resting on Joan's chest.
Joan just shrugged and said, "It's about a dragon, that needs to find a secure place from the humans, he's accompanied by his cat like friend, a human boy-"
"Wait, You said that this dragon is trying to get away from humans, Right? then why would he need help from a human?" Noah asked, tilting her head in slight confusion.
"Well, yes, they do want to get away from the humans, but this human boy is the dragon rider, hence the title of the book." Joan explained, tapping the cover. Noah only shrugged and said, "I don't understand muggle books."
Joan just smirked and reopened the book, her eyes scanned the page as she read, before she could even finish the page she was on, the door opened once again. She looked away from her page and looked at the person who opened the door.
It was another girl, also a new year, nothing showing she was in a house yet.
She was short, Now, Joan herself wasn't tall, but this one girl, made Joan look like a giant. She wasn't a midget, but pretty damn short all the same, at least a foot shorter than Joan.
She had reddish brown hair just like Joan's she, she had natural tan skin that contrasted Joan's own pale skin. Like both Joan and Noah, she had green eyes, lighter than Joan's but darker than Noah's.
The girl sighed and tapped her foot on the ground.
"Everywhere else is full." Was all she said as she shut the compartment door and walked in. She looked at Joan, Joan realized she was still laying down and taking up two seats. She still wasn't going to move.
The girl stood there, she crossed her arms and continued to stare at Joan. Joan only opened her book and hid her face, pretending to read. There was a silence between the three, then finally, the girl sat next to Noah.
Joan smirked behind her book, she wasn't going to move.
"So...Judging by the empty robes, you two are also first years." The small girl had said. Joan put her book down and nodded.
"Yeah, where are my manners? I'm Joan Philips." Joan said to the newcomer.
"Alice Rosecrest." She introduced herself and Noah only smirked.
"Rosecrest, eh? Oh yeah I've heard of you, heard your bloodline is made of nothing but Slytherin's, and that you are no good and low down, almost to the Malfoy's level." Noah sneered, her lip curled up as she spoke.
Joan felt the tension rise, quickly, she opened her book once more and put her nose in it.
"Oh? and just who do you think you are talking about my family like that?!" Alice demanded, growling darkly at Noah.
Noah only crossed her arms and responded with, "Noah Ray Vanderick."
Alice snorted and Joan noticed that the small girl was twisting her hands in her skirt angrily.
"Vanderick? I never even heard of that blood line. So, you think you can talk to me like that? When your family doesn't even has history, no history what so ever." Alice said, her voice angry and laced with pure venom. Joan felt her spine shiver at Alice's voice. This girl maybe small, but, something told Joan that you do not mess with her.
"Heh, no history is better than bad history." Noah said, just as much venom in her voice as there was in Alice's. Joan bit her lip then put her book down.
"I know it isn't my place to talk...but can we not fight? I mean, it's going to be a long ride, and we are stuck with each other until then." Joan said, really not wanting to speak, but if she didn't speak up, then they will fight and she really didn't want that to happen. she barely held it together, when her father and mother fought when she got her letter.
Alice only sneered but said nothing more. Out of the corner of her eye, Joan, noticed Noah, stick her tongue out at Alice.
Joan, let out a yawn and felt her eyelids get heavy, she was tired, it just dawned on her, hit her full force.
"Tired?" Noah asked noticing Joan yawn. Joan rolled her eyes "No, Yawning for pleasure." Joan said sarcastically with a eye roll. Noah let out a yawn as well, followed by Alice.
Joan crossed her legs, and shut her eyes, let out a long sigh. She soon felt her consciousness slip away, and her fall into a needed sleep.