Just a stupid prologue, 'cause I'm awesome like that. I really shouldn't be starting a new fan fiction though… Oh well.

I don't own Harry Potter. Are you on crack?

Harry Potter hesitantly carted his suitcase and duffel bag down the busy train station looking for platform nine and three quarters. Riding the train is such a peculiar way of getting to and from school, Harry thought. This is a wizard's education though… But where in the world would platform nine and three quarters be?

The young boy swung his gaze around where he was standing. He had just been told off by a guardsman, who scoffed when he had asked where platform nine and three quarters was. Other than wandering around and hoping someone would come to help him, Harry had no means in knowing where to go.

A family of red heads entered his gaze. They were carrying about the same things that he himself was; one even had an owl. Harry timidly took a step in their direction.

"-now, Fred, go on."

"Mum, I'm George! Can't you even tell your own two sons apart?"

"Sorry, dear, George, go on."

The teenager laughed. "I'm just pulling your chain Mum, I am Fred."

The family continued their conversation as Harry padded up to the place they were standing.

"Here we go!"

When Harry got to the family of red heads, only three of the original six remained.

"Come now, Ron, if you're nervous, get a good running start at the portal."

"Mu-um! I don't need-"

It was at that time that Harry spoke up, and wringing his hands, nervously said, "Um… Excuse me, but how do you… Do that?"

Harry gestured helplessly to the seemingly solid wall of Platform 9 that three boys had just disappeared into.

The woman smiled, and admonished, "Why, dear, is this your first time Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded.

She beamed. "This is my son, Ron. It's his too!"

Harry turned to a red headed boy, who gave him a lopsided smile and shrug. "'Ello."

"Mu-um, can't I go to Hogwarts too?"

Harry's gaze turned on a small girl that clung at the woman's coat. "It's not fair. Everybody else can go… Why can't I?"

"Ginny, you're not old enough yet. I promise, though, that when you are old enough, you'll be the off to Hogwarts and showing off how good of a wizard you are!"

The girl sniffed, and fell silent.

The woman then continued, "Here, just walk at the wall, and if you're a tad nervous, you can give a run at it, okay? Ron'll show you how it's done."

The lady gave her son a small nudge and pointed him off to the pillar they were standing in front of. Ron turned to Harry, and said, "Just go through the portal, is all."

After backing up a few steps, the boy began to jog and headed straight at the pillar. When he was a few steps away, he screwed his eyes tightly shut, and before an amazed Harry, vanished right into the wall.

The mother of the boy smiled kindly at Harry. "There he goes. Come on, you can do it too. If you're a bit nervous, just run straight at the portal. Okay?"

Harry gulped and said a meek yes, before sprinting at the wall, unconsciously closing his eyes.

Before feeling a slight tingling sensation…

…And bumping straight into something warm and most definitely solid.

"Ow! What the hell – Watch where you're going! Hey! My chocolate frog!"

"Alaine! Are you alright?"

Harry blinked, finding himself sprawled across a girl about his age, in a completely different place than he had been justrunning. Harry quickly noticed that the girl was glaring wickedly at him with eyes as green as his own.

"No, I'm not alright thanks to this dimwit. And now my frog is gone too! Get off of me, you bloody idiot, or I'm going to throw some curse your way in light of sexual harassment and chocolate thievery!"

Harry sat on top of her, dazed.

"I said, get off!"

Harry rolled off the girl, while another girl entered his vision.

"Alaine, are you alright?"

Harry ogled at the two girls, his mind working a tad slowly as he tuned out of their conversation. He noticed that the new girl looked identical to the one that he had fell on top of, yet so different at the same time. It was obvious they were siblings; but Harry was just judging from their identical pale skin, black hair, and green eyes.

However, the two sisters seemed to have very different tastes.

'Alaine' obviously didn't give a care in the world about what she wore; she had on a stained t-shirt that looked like it had been thrown in the mud, washed by a two year old, then painted on with ketchup by someone artistically challenged. A faded leather jacket that had bulging pockets and multiple zippers kept her warm from the cold and camouflage jeans that appeared to have gone through a war with the washing machine hung loosely off of her waist. Her seemingly long ebony hair was put up in a messy bun; locks of black fell to frame the girl's sharp, angular face. On her cheeks were scrawled in messy, black marker, 'Touch this and die'. Headphones had been thrown carelessly around her neck, a cord connecting it to a small device that was sticking out of her jacket's pocket.

Right now, she looked even more disgruntled as she dusted off her dirty jeans and death glared Harry. Her combat boots stomped angrily on the ground as she muttered obscenities at him.

Alaine's sister, on the other hand, looked fair and prime in her pretty light green sundress. A white sash was wrapped around her small waist, tied at her back in an extravagant bow. White and green scarves curled around her arms and neck; Harry shuddered. The scarves reminded him of that one Greek monster's snakes – Medusa was it? – for some odd reason. The girl's dark hair was swept up in an elegant braid that softly cascaded down her shoulder and intertwined with her multiple scarves. Atop her head sat a fancy wide brimmed sun hat.

Personally, Harry thought that what Alaine's sister was wearing was rather alarming. He himself was wearing a light jacket because of the strong wind outside yet here was a girl in a sun hat and dress. In the current weather conditions, he wouldn't be surprised if this girl caught a fever or something worse.

His overall impression of the two siblings was… disquieting, to say the least.

The girl that helped Alaine up offered a hand to Harry. "Here- I'm sorry about my sister's rude manners. Are you okay?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah. I'm fine."

Alaine hissed at Harry as she spat, "He's fine – that's great! But what about my chocolate frog? The chocolate frog that had my money clutched in its stupid chocolate mouth? What am I supposed to do about that?"

Alaine's sister ignored Alaine and pulled Harry up. "Hello, I'm Rachelle. This is my older sister, Alaine. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Alaine fumed, her pale face tingeing red. "Don't you dare ignore me! Rachelle!"

"Oh, be quiet. I'll go get your bloody frog back." Rachelle crouched down to the ground and opened her palm, revealing what looked to be jellybeans. "Here, chocolate froggy. Here, here."

Harry stumbled backwards and gasped, bumping into his forgotten luggage. His owl squawked irritably.

On the ground hopping was… A frog. It held a small brown pouch that looked rather heavy and jangled when the frog moved in its mouth. Harry guessed that Alaine's money was in the pouch.

The frog jumped into Rachelle's hand and began nosing at the jellybeans. Alaine pounced on it, taking Rachelle's hand with her to the ground. "There, you bloody, good for nothing chocolate frog of a thief! I'll show you for stealing my allowance! I'll eat you right this instant!"

"Sister… You're on my hand…"

Said sister paid her poor sibling no heed as she gobbled down the 'chocolate frog' and plucked the brown pouch from its mouth when she'd eaten its body. "'Hat oughtcha cheach'it a guid leshon."

Harry looked horrified. Did this… girl, just eat a frog? She couldn't've been serious in believing what she was saying about the frog being made of chocolate could she?

"Alaine…"

Alaine looked down at a ready-to-cry Rachelle. "Oh." She gulped down the leftovers of the… frog. "Sorry there, sis."

Alaine moved off of Rachelle's hand, whom immediately began nursing it and rubbing the injured hand.

"Aw, come on Rachy! Getting sat on isn't that bad…"

Rachelle turned a tearing eye on her sister. "It was too that bloody bad! You're heavy now, don't you know?"

Alaine flushed bright red and began to mumble.

Confused, as to what to do, for Harry didn't want to stay for another second with the strange duo, Harry decided to start by apologizing to the girl he knocked down by mistake so he could hightail out of the scene and aboard the Hogwarts train. "I-I'm sorry for... Bumping into you earlier. It was by accident, promise. I'm sorry."

Alaine looked like she was about to throw a temper tantrum at Harry, but when she received a sharp jab in the ribs from her younger sibling who was still rubbing her hurt hand, she threw Harry but a glance, harrumphed, then stomped off towards a bright red old fashioned train he hadn't noticed beforehand. I suppose that's the Hogwarts train…?

Harry's attention returned to Rachelle when she sighed slightly, and smiled apologetically at him.

"Sorry again." Rachelle rolled her eyes, still nursing her wounded hand, and nodded in the general direction Alaine had gone off in. "Alaine is always like that to people she doesn't know, especially when she's lost something of her own. She's not always so… Rash. Well then. I've got to go catch up to her before she goes and blows something up. Nice meeting you again! See you at Hogwarts."

With that, Rachelle nodded at him and swished off, following her sister, whilst Harry shook his head, trying to rid his head of the two siblings. He lugged his baggage over to the train, preparing to embrace his new life as a wizard.

You like? :3 Rate, comment, critique, and all that fun stuff. Now I know that I shouldn't be starting a new story, because I've already got one up and all that… But I've had this idea for some time now, as well as the other one, so I thought it couldn't hurt to take on two projects at once, could it?

Also, I realize that some things that happen in this fanfiction may not be correct; per say Harry's meeting with Ron. My gut tells me that what I wrote in this fanfiction was different from what our dear J.K. Rowling wrote in the actual book and I'm sorry for that, but I can't bring myself to drive to the library and read the first book again while I correct all the mistakes I made in this. And I know that some of you might wonder, "If Ron went through the portal thing first, then why didn't he bump into Alaine before Harry?"

I don't know. Go ask Harry. He has bad luck.