This is one of my stories. It has been posted on another site too, so if you come across it, it could be possible. I hope you enjoy this story!

Also: all original characters belong to me. Everything else is jkr's.

Rain was pelting down heavily, creating lots of puddles on the streets of London. Every now and then, a lightning struck the air, and was closely followed by a loud rumble, indicating that the thunderstorm was nearby. People were making mad dashes across the streets, either running for their car, or otherwise to seek shelter in nearby stores. Loads of other people, carrying birds, cats, large trunks, and the occasional toad, were making a run for the station, ignoring comments of people that they looked ridiculous. Even more so, people were confused as to how these owl people were staying completely dry, but didn't ponder long on it all, as they weren't all too keen on getting soaked to their underwear themselves.

The people rushing to the station didn't exactly stop running upon entering, as it was already ten to eleven and many people were late due to the heavy rainfall. A lot of people at the station who did not understand what people were running for and why they would carry the luggage they were carrying, shot them dirty looks as they were running through the station, only just managing to steer their carts properly as they rounded a corner.

It wasn't just a family running across the station. In fact, there were many families with children who appeared that they should be in school at that age, all pushing a cart, some looking slightly green as if they were nervous, some excited, and some indifferent. Despite the running, a few people were shouting across the platform, as they spotted others running ahead. Yelling things like 'Oi! Mur! Fancy you seeing here! Also running late? Can you believe this is our last year?' and 'Oi, Brit! Do you know who the Prefects are this year? I so hope it isn't Andrews!' These phrases raised several eyebrows, but people figured it must be some school for lunatics - or people who were open minded or something. Why else would people bring owls and toads and - was that a broom?

However, one of those families kept going straight ahead, as their oldest daughter was running to the border, muttering nonsense under her breath as to 'why those stupid Muggles wouldn't move' before disappearing all together. The family itself had trouble keeping up with their daughter, as they had to slow down to match the pace of a girl of about four years old, who was also with them. However, they did not fail to hear the words that escaped the girls mouth upon arriving at the platform, seeing as she was rather loud. They found her standing near one of the first wagons, where a brown-headed girl with curls was already waiting.

'I hate this bloody weather!' escaped the blonde's mouth, as she kicked the cart from underneath her trunk.

'Language, Christina!' her father said, as he joined the two girls. Christina, as the girl was named, ignored her father.

'Is Lily here yet?' she asked, before fishing her wand out of her jacket and shaking it in the air, considering the wood was soaking wet. She didn't take any care in making sure the red sparks that flew about didn't hit anyone.

'I haven't seen her, but I suppose she would be here soon. She knows I was going to get here early and would hold a coupe for us.' Christina nodded, eyeing her wand critically, before waving it in a manner that made her trunk fly in the air.

'I suppose her sister would make her late. Again,' Christina said. 'But at least you are here, Isa. Can you move aside a bit so I can levitate this thing? It's filled with useless crap. I don't fancy heaving that stupid thing in myself.' Isa grinned and moved aside, so Christina would be able to get her luggage into the coupé.

'I'm not late, am I?' Another voice shouted as she rushed to the wagon, pushing a cart in front of her, seemingly alone.

'You aren't, Lily!' Isa shouted. Lily halted as soon as she reached the wagon, so that her cart wouldn't hit the train. 'Good! Hi Isabelle!' She grinned at her, before noticing the people next to her.

'Oh, hi, Mr. and Mrs. Richards, and hi, Hannah!' Lily crouched down to smile at the little girl. 'How have you been doing?'

'Good!' The little girl answered excitedly, as she clapped her pudgy hands. 'Glad to hear it,' Lily smiled at the little girl.

'How has your holiday been?' Isa asked Lily, as she pulled her trunk of her cart. The redheaded girl frowned, and sat her trunk on the ground so she could push a red, soaked strand of hair behind her ear.

'Good, I suppose. I mean, there was the drought, and there was Petunia starting to date at the beginning of the summer mind you. That's still going on by the way. I believe she met him at work. But other than that, it was fine.'

'Petunia still has that boyfriend?' Christina asked, appearing again. Lily nodded, grimacing, as Christina waved her wand again so that Lily's trunk floated in the air as well.

'Not so nice then?' Mrs Richards asked, lifting her four-year old in her arms, as the clock almost struck eleven.

'I don't like him.' Lily frowned. 'But I suppose, as long as she's happy, I'll have to accept it, whether I like it or not.' She shrugged, before stepping onto the train, and Christina floated her trunk inside before her. She shut the door behind her as the whistle blew, and stuck her head out of the window for a moment.

'Anyway, it was nice seeing you!' She waved at Hannah, as Christina did so from the coupé window, before turning around as the train began to move.

'I want details,' Isabelle and Christina said at the same time. Lily grinned. 'You will have them as soon as I get back from that Prefect-meeting. I hope it doesn't drag on too long, and I doubt I'll be setting a good example looking all drenched like this, but whatever.' Christina grinned.

'I'll see you back here then. We'll be waiting.' Lily smiled, as Isabelle waved her on towards the Prefectwagon. Christina mouthed to hurry up, and Lily left the two of them behind, laughing at her friends antics.