Hey, guys. I've decided to start on a new story that I've had in mind for the longest time, so I really hope you enjoy it.

Okay, so this story takes place in the first book, and once the first year is over with, there will be six more. I'm doing one story per book, so check them all out on my account.

Please leave reviews, but I'd prefer it if you didn't go crazy with the critics, because I've seen some pretty insane reviews on stories.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter, sadly. Just Levina and anything not in the book.

Levina checked her watch more times than necessary as she hastily glanced around the train station, searching for Platform Nine and Three-quarters.

Maybe this entire 'Wizard' thing is a joke, a prank perhaps, and there is no platform, Levina thought. No one, however, sprung out and yelled, "Surprise!"

Hagrid, a rather tall man with a scruffy beard, had come to her house, basically crashed through her front door, and explained Hogwarts to her. Apparently, she was a pure-blood, but her mother had been killed by a wizard named Voldemort and her father had left her with a muggle family, for her own safety. Whether or not he was alive remained unknown, but Levina craved to know more.

Shuffling her feet impatiently, Levina searched for a sign between the platforms, and recieved one: A black-haired boy around her age with sharp green eyes, black-rimmed glasses, and an owl.

"Excuse me? Um, excuse me?" Levina hesitantly reached out and touched his shoulder. The boy jolted and spun around, eyes wide.

"Err, yes?" He asked, looking her up and down.

"Do you know where..." Levina lowered her voice to a whisper "...where Platform Nine and Three-quarters is?"

The boy's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "Yeah! I-I mean, no, but I'm looking for it too! Are you...are you a...?"

"A witch?" Levina guessed. "Only if you're a wizard." She eyed him cautiously.

"Yeah, I am." The boy held out his hand. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

"Great! I'm Levina SnowPetal." She blushed at the sound of her last name, almost certain he would laugh.

Harry, however, didn't even snicker. Instead, he grinned. "Brilliant."

Levina blinked in surprise, her two chocolate-brown eyes unreadable.

"Well, where should we go?"

"-Packed with Muggles of course-"

Harry and Levina turned to each other in sync.

"Did you hear-?" Levina began.

Harry nodded in acknowledgement. "Yeah, I did."

A rather plump red-headed woman passed by on Harry's right with five children, all of whom also had red hair and freckles. Two were twins and were taller, one was a short girl who appeared to be a year younger than Levina, one of them appeared to be the oldest, and a boy about their age with a black smear-mark on his nose.

"Now, what's the platform number?" The boys mother asked.

"Nine and three quarters!" The young girl piped up. "Mom, can't I go..."

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right Percy, you go first."

The oldest boy seemed to strut past proudly, disappearing into a crowd of people surrounding him.

Levina shook her head to clear her mind. "Where'd he go?"

Harry shrugged in confusion, not taking his eyes off the family, apparently not wanting to miss anything.

"Fred, you next," Said the plump woman.

"I'm not Fred; I'm George. Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred!" One of the twins, apparently Fred, seemed to head straight into the wall, his twin following him!

"Excuse me," Harry said suddenly to the plump woman. Levina hurried next to his side, her brunette hair fluttering about.

"Hello, dear. First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new too." The woman introduced the boy with the black soot on his nose.

"Yes, the thing is-the thing is, I don't know how to-"

"How to get on the platform?"

Harry nodded, and Levina stepped up closer beside him. The woman took notice of her.

"Hello, is it your first time as well?"

"Yes," Levina answered quietly, uncertain of what to say.

The plump woman began to explain, saying that they basically had to run through a wall.

"Er-ok," Harry mumbled, as the woman nudged him towards the 'platform.'

Harry, shaking all over with a terror-stricken look, ran straight into the wall and vanished.

Levina blinked and swallowed hard. Stepping forward, the woman nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, she raced forward and, instead of hitting the wall, ended up on the other side, in front of a train station labeled "Hogwarts Express."

Ahead of her, the two red-headed twins were helping Harry with his luggage. Levina dashed over, her cat, Lilypad, hissing from inside her cage, and she halted next to Harry.

"Um," She mumbled, blushing. The twins had young but handsome faces, and she had to look away to keep from stammering. "May I have some help please?"

"Sure," The twin on the right answered, taking her suitcase.

"What's that?" The other one asked, seeing a lightning-bolt scar on Harry's forehead now visible.

"Blimey," The other twin gasped. "Are you-?"

"What?" Harry asked, and Levina stared at the scar, bewildered.

"Whoa, what's that fro-" She began, but the twins interrupted.

"Harry Potter?" The twins chorused.

"Oh, him. I mean, yes, I am."

The twins stared in astonishment, and Levina's eyebrows raised. "What's so surprising about his name?"

Fred and George stared at her. "You've never heard of Harry Potter?"

Levina instantly felt the air leave her lungs. "I-I live with Muggles..."

"You're a Muggle-born?" Asked the twin on the right.

"No, I'm a pureblood; my name is Levina SnowPetal."

The twins' jaws dropped. "You're Levina SnowPetal?"

Levina shrunk down in surprise. "Um, yes?"

"Blimey, I didn't even know if you were alive or not!" The twin on the left gawked at her.

"Fred? George? Are you there?"

"Coming, Mom."

Shooting them one last astonished glance, they hopped off the train.

Harry took a seat by the window and Levina plopped down next to him, allowing LilyPad to come out of her cage and stretch her long, black-furred legs.

"So, what's up with our names?" Levina inquired, still confused.

"I dunno about yours, but apparently I'm popular because Voldemort...killed my mum and dad, but couldn't kill me. That's why there's a scar."

"That's horrible," said Levina, frowning. "He killed my mum, and then my dad fled with me, and left me with muggles…" Levina felt a small burning sensation of anger towards her father. "Apparently I have some sort of 'special' magic that he wanted or something."

Harry gaped at her, eyes stretched wide. "We're alike, huh?"

"Yeah."

Outside the train, the red-head's mother was attempting to rub the black stuff off of Ron's nose.

"Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we met on the train?"

Levina perked up, peering out the window at the twins.

"You know who the black-haired boy and brunette girl on the train are?"

"Who?"

"Harry Potter and Levina SnowPetal!"

Not wanting any more sudden attention, Levina sunk away from the window, ignoring the rest of the conversation, as she stroked LilyPad's chin. Sighing, she fiddled with a strand of hair restlessly.

After a while, the train began to move, and the compartment door slid open to reveal the youngest boy of the red-heads.

"Anyone sitting there? Everywhere else is full."

"You can sit across from Harry," Levina offered.

"Hey, Ron."

The twins had returned.

"Listen-we're going down to the middle of the train; Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."

They took notice of Harry and Levina.

"Right," Ron mumbled.

"Did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later."

The door slid closed again.

"Are you really Harry Potter and Levina SnowPetal?" Ron blurted out.

Harry nodded.

"The one and only," Levina replied with a shrug.

"Sorry, I thought it might have been one of Fred and George's jokes. Have you really got-you know..."

Harry pulled back his bangs and Ron gawked at his forehead.

"So that's where You-Know-Who...?"

"Yes, but I can't remember it."

"Nothing?"

"Well, I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else."

"Wow."

In that instant, Lilypad leapt from Levina's arms and shot, even as a small kitten, with surprisingly fast speed at Ron's jean pocket.

"OY! Don't hurt Scabbers, you furball!"

"Lily!" Levina scooped up Lilypad in her arms and pulled her away. "I-I'm sorry, Ron, I don't know why she sprung at you like that..."

Ron pulled a fat gray rat out of his pocket.

"Oh," Levina mumbled. "S-Sorry."

"It's ok." Ron began explaining the story of how his brother, Percy, had it first, but Levina began to drift off to sleep, her eyes closing.

She dreamed that she was in a well-lit room, looking from the angle of a crib up at a beautiful woman with warm brown eyes and hair to match. She smiled and reached forward, lifting Levina into her arms, kissing her forehead lovingly. A man with dark brown hair and almost-black brown eyes entered, handsome, and smiling.

Suddenly, the warm vision vanished as quick as it had come, and she was back in the train compartment, where a girl with bushy brown hair was talking to Harry and Ron.

"Do either of you know which house you'll be in?" The girl then caught notice of Levina, and she smiled.

"Levina SnowPetal, yes? I know all about you."

"Um, that's…nice," Levina commented awkwardly.

The girl shrugged. "I'm Hermione Granger." She turned back to the others and continued her conversation. In a short bit of time, she left.

"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in," Ron decided.

Levina eagerly shut her eyes, breathing steadily and blocking out their voices. Maybe, just maybe, she could bring back her vision of what appeared to be a flashback of when she was a baby.

Slowly drifting off again, Levina was startled by the sound of the compartment door opening again.

Three boys entered the compartment, two of which were bulky and mean-looking. The one in the middle was lean and blonde with grey eyes, a smirk, and a look of interest on his features.

"Is it true?" He asked. "They're all saying down the train that Harry Potter and Levina SnowPetal are in this compartment. Is it true?"

"Yes," Answered Harry.

"Yeah," Levina mumbled; she was still upset over them disrupting her dreams.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," The pale boy answered, following Harry's glance. "And my name's Draco Malfoy."

"Brilliant," Levina muttered with a forced smile, but Ron coughed, covering a snigger.

Draco turned to him. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys' have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."

"Hey!" Levina rounded on him, her nice attitude melting.

Draco turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some Wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go hanging with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

He held out his hand, but Harry ignored it. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks."

Draco's face burned a slight pink color. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter. Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."

"Say that again," Ron challenged.

Draco turned and his grey eyes met Levina's, the slight pink hue returning to his cheeks.

"What about you, SnowPetal?" He inquired. "Fancy ditching these gits and joining me in my compartment?"

"I'd prefer to sit with the gits, thanks," Levina snarled back through gritted teeth.

Draco's face burned scarlett. "If you want to stay here with these low-lifes and be one yourself, then so be it."

Levina was on her feet now.

"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?"

"Unless you get out now," Harry warned.

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still have some."

Goyle reached for a chocolate frog, but the rat, Scabbers, lunged and bit his finger.

Howling in pain, he took off at once and Crabbe cracked his knuckles threateningly.

Then, taking them all by surprise, Levina let out a low snarl of sorts that sounded nothing like something she could produce.

Taking one look at her and Scabbers, Draco and Crabbe took off at once.

"What was that?" Ron asked, bewildered.

Levina flushed red. "I...I don't know." She looked away from them to avoid their stares.

"Well, we're almost there," Harry pointed out, and the trio pulled on their long black robes, heading down the corridor with the others to join the crowd that was clamoring outside the train, where Hagrid stood.

"Firs' years, Firs' years follow me!" Hagrid bellowed. "All right there, Harry?"

Harry nodded, stumbling over his robes, which were a bit long.

"Mind yer step now- follow me Firs' years!"

Levina eagerly followed the wave of students down a sleep, narrow path, where beyond what appeared to be a mass of dark woods, stood many towers that sky-rocketed up.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, and Levina, keeping her cat at her side, slid into a boat, seeing as Harry and Ron had already nabbed one, and sat next to a black-haired girl.

"Hello," She greeted quietly. "I'm Cho Chang. Who are you?"

"I'm Levina SnowPetal," Levina returned, averting her eyes to look at the castle as she gasped.

"The Levina SnowPetal?"

Levina sighed. "Unless there's another one of me, then I suppose, yeah..."

Two males slid in next to them and the boats took off, gliding across the lake waters, which were smooth like glass.

"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the boats reached the end, and he passed what appeared to be a toad to the boy next to Harry and Ron.

Hopping out of the boats, the group wandered up the path and to the door, where Hagrid knocked three times and it opened at once.

A woman with a stern look and emerald-green robes entered, unsmiling.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

Levina caught up to Harry and stuck out her tongue, which Hermione pointed out was immature.

"You ditched me!" Levina whined.

"S-sorry," Harry apologized, wincing at her upset expression.

They headed into the castle and into a banquet hall, where there were rows and rows of seats.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards."

Levina, distracted, let her mind wander and she looked off at the scenery, where emblems sat at the front of the hall on the wall, all with different colors. She wondered which house she would be sorted into; were they really that different? They each had an animal printed on them, but one in particular caught her eye: The lion. The colors on the emblem were burgundy-red and golden-yellow.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," Professor Mcgonagall finished. "Please wait quietly."

"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" Harry asked, turning to Ron.

"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."

Harry tensed instantly, and Levina knew he was thinking the same thing: She'd never studied for any test, let alone in front of the entire school!

Suddenly, the room erupted with screams.

Levina jolted and whirled around to find many pearly-white ghosts flooding the hall.

"I say, what are you doing here?" One of them asked. He wore a ruff and tights.

When no one answered, the other ghost said, "New students! About to be sorted, eh?"

A few people nodded weakly, and he continued, "I hope to see you in Hufflepuff! My old house, you know."

"Move along now, the sorting's about to start," Professor McGonagall intervened.

At the front of the hall, where they were all sent, what appeared to be a worn-down and ratty hat sat on a high table stand on the stage.

"A hat?" Levina asked weakly, staring at it in confusion.

Harry, Hermione, and Cho looked equally bewildered. Then, taking them all by surprise, the hat began to sing.

Levina blinked, her jaw hanging open. Apparently in the wizarding world, hats could talk. And sing. She would never look at her old baseball cap again the same way.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and be sorted!" Called Professor McGonagall, and so the sorting began.

Towards the end of it, Levina stood alone. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in Gryffindor, and Cho was in Ravenclaw. Levina hoped, however, to be in Gryffindor, for Cho's eyes never left Levina until Harry's name was called, and it got a bit irritating. Besides, Harry seemed like a kind bloke, and Hermione...well...she could be a good friend. Maybe.

"SnowPetal, Levina!"

Whispers right away burst into the hall, commotion spreading as it did when Harry went up. Levina swallowed hard and stumbled on her way up to get the hat. A few people laughed. She hurriedly raced over and placed the hat on her head, but it slipped down over her eyes so she couldn't see.

"Hmm, difficult, difficult. Another SnowPetal, eh?" The Hat's voice echoed in her mind. Levina nodded, even though no one could hear her. "Hmm...there's something dark, sinister in you that I see..." Instantly, Levina thought of Slytherin, where the mean guy Draco and his friends Crabbe and Goyle were.

No, please! Levina's mind pleaded back. I don't want to be a Slytherin!

The Hat seemed to chuckle in her head. "I never said I'd put you in Slytherin, although it would be a good place considering your condition, I'm sure."

"Condition?" Levina ventured out loud, and several people gave her an odd look. "What do you mean by-?"

"Got to be...GRYFFINDOR!"

Levina's question melted instantly. She was a GRYFFINDOR!

The Gryffindor table cheered and Levina hastily headed down the steps and over to where Harry sat, squeezing in between him and the Weasley twins.

"Heyy, good job," said the twins in sync.

"Thanks." Levina smiled warmly as the rest of the students were sorted.

Dumbledore, the Headmaster, apparently, of Hogwarts, announced that the feast was to begin, and food, to everyone's surprise, appeared out of thin air on their plates! Levina, ravenous after not eating anything on the train, dove into eating some of the roast beef and pork, mashed potatoes and corn.

She listened to several conversations, first Harry and Ron's: "I know who you are! You're Nearly Headless Nick!" Levina, disgusted thoroughly after Nick practically removed his head from his shoulders, and turned to Seamus and Neville:

"I'm a half-and-half. Me dad's a Muggle."

"Well, my gran brought me up and she's a witch."

Levina took a large gulp of pumpkin juice and inhaled the rice pudding that was now on her plate, replacing the dinner. As she began nibbling on a treacle tart, Harry yelped suddenly, "Ow!"

"What is it, Harry?" she asked, concerned.

"N-nothing. Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirell?"

Levina peered up at one of the teachers, who had greasy black hair and matching dark eyes. He had a hook nose and he wore a mean glare.

"I dunno," she replied. "But he looks like he could use some shampoo..."

Harry laughed weakly, still holding his head.

"That's Professor Snape, he teaches potions," Percy, Ron's prefect brother answered.

Levina glanced back at the teacher, and immediately looked away: He'd met her gaze for only a moment, but in that second, he'd returned it with some sort of odd look that she couldn't quite place. He looked as though he knew her from somewhere.

When she gained confidence and looked back again, he was chatting with Professor Quirell.

"I dunno about the Snape guy, but I'm liking the other guy's turban," she giggled, finishing up her treacle tart. "It's very stylish."

After about ten minutes or so, Levina found herself stuffed of food and wandering off with the other Gryffindors up to the Gryffindor tower, where their common room was, Percy allowing them in with the password "Caput Draconis." A picture of a fat lady in a pink dress in front of them swung the portrait open, allowing them inside.

So how was chapter one? If it was good...then review! I've got six more stories following this one, so I could use some motivation ;)