My name is Raina Walters and this year, i am to be a 6th year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I am from the United States and have never even been away from the country until my mother's paper column transferred to Europe.

Most people would call me strange, but that is only because they don't understand me. I'm not like most superficial girls. I have dark brown hair and green eyes. To sum my appearance up in one word, i would say average, while others would say i'm very beautiful.

My parents are divorced and ever since then they have never been able to agree on anything. The one thing they agreed on was that Hogwarts was the right school for me to go to. I hated the idea of packing up and leaving a place i've known all my life. It's not easy to just venture into somebody else's territory being the new girl and all.

So today was to be my first day at Hogwarts and my mother and i had entered platform 9 3/4.

If it was one thing i hated more than having to move to a place where i absolutely knew no one, it was riding trains. You see ever since i was an infant the doctors told my parents that i am anemic child and that would cause problems of me feeling tired all of a sudden once in a while. Being trapped in a train for hours would only make it worse, and yet my mother wanted me to experience it even if it kills me. She said when she was a young girl, she remember going to hogwarts (my mother was british) and taking the train at king's cross and absolutely falling in love with the scenic view when taking the train. I had told her that i wasn't going to be able to enjoy anything if i had my head in the wastebasket half the time, but my mother was very persistant for some reason. She never listened to me and alwas had to have things her way. Sometimes I wondered if i was adopted. Her and my nonidentical twin sister,(That;s right we're twins but i'm older than her by a couple minutes) Patricia seemed to have so much more in common but of course, Patricia was always the favorite child. She was the brains of the family and that was what made her and my mother inseparable. I was the "beauty" with nothing to back it up with, according to my mother and Patricia was the brainiac that will someday make something of herself.

"Raina, do you have your letter for professor Dumbledore?"

"Yeah, mother" I said with a hint of grotesque.

"It's "Yes" darling. Please use correct english. I don't care what those dictionaries say." My mother said with a frown. "You can't officially make anything a word just because some godforsaken teen makes it up."

"Whatever, can we go now?"

"Remember you and Patricia have to take care of each other."

She gave Patricia a secret smile as if i was blind. It was so obvious she was trying to insinuate that i was going to be the one that needed protecting just because my fat sister scored a perfect score on every test ever given to her.

The train was about to leave in 3 minutes and my mother leaned in to give me and Patricia a kiss on the forehead. "Now remember to be good, and make new friends. I will write once a week if i can..."

Her voice seemed to trail off as it always does when she's speaking to us. I could tell Patricia was grasping onto every word our mother was telling her. As my eyes wandered off i couldn't help but notice the perfect family standing just on the opposite sides of the tracks. They were all smiling and laughing. The mother had tears in her eyes as she kissed her two sons goodbye. Not a forced kiss the one my mother gives us, but one that actually says "I'll really miss, be safe". I must have been staring at the family for too long because the son started to look my way. He glanced at me right in the eye. Probably wondering why i was staring. He smiled and I quickly looked away with an embarrassed look and nodded my head as my mother continued her jabbering on.

I felt like being alone, but you can never be alone with Patrica as your sister. Patricia loved to talk and nothing can shut her up until she was good and ready to shut up.

We quickly grabbed an empty compartment as soon as the train was ready to go. Thank goodness there were still some empty ones because almost everywhere was nearly full.

"I wait wait to get there, can you Raina? Like Oh my god, It's going to be so weird, I mean, we're gonna be in like a whole 'nother world." She never talked like this when our mother isn't present. For a brainiac, she sure talked like a girl from the valley.

"Yeah, sure." I said, half not paying attention. I pulled out a horror novel by Christopher Pike and tried to get through the first page when the compartment door opened.

Two lookalikes with red hair opened the door with huge grins on their faces and holding onto a load of candies from the trolley cart. Behind them was a dark skinned girl and a familiar brown haired boy. It was the boy i had stared at outside the train. The one with the perfect looking family.

"Do you mind?" One of the twins said, insinuating that he and his friends needed a place to sit.

"No. Go ahead!" Patricia exclaimed. "I'm Patricia, and this is my sister Raina. We're new."

"Oh really?" The read haired boy asked. " Let me guess, you're from the states."

Patricia's eye's widened. "How did you know?"

"Patricia, it's obvious! We're the only ones without accents." I pointed out, not meaning to sound as annoyed as i was. Trust me, if had lived with this sister of mine for 16 years of your life, you would have probably killed yourself by now if you weren't a stronger person.

"Yes. That was actually it." The twin said. "Well I'm fred, and this is my brother George Weasely."

"Just kidding, He's George and I'm fred." The other one said.

"Wow you guys look so much alike. Me and Raina are actually twins too, but you would never be able to tell would you?"

Patricia batted out as i continued on trying to ignore her with my reading, but i couldn't get past the first line without my sister killing my concentration with her loud voice.

"Really? I never would have been able to tell. Can you George?" The one named George placed his entire face in mine making me feel so uncomfortable.

"Nope i can't. Can you Angelina?"

"No" The girl with them answered.

"Oliver why are you being so quiet?" Fred asked.The boy named oliver, the one outside the train quickly spoke up.

"Nothing. I'm just a little tired.Think I'll just take a nap." I threw the book down at the mention of being tired. The book i was reading was starting to hurt my head and i was starting to feel nauseous. Suddenly in the strangest way i've never felt before, I started to feel sharp pains in my head and voices around me started to echo. I hear my sister's voice as she held onto to me asking what was wrong. The other people instantly got up and called or help. The last thing i remember seeing was the face of the boy named Oliver Wood.

TO BE CONTINUED... LOOK FOR THE UPCOMING SECOND PART