Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, I however, do own Amelia Burnstien. Unless of corse, there is a real girl named Amelia Burnstien, in that case, I;m terribly sorry for using her name, and I don't own her, only the girl in this story. If there is a girl named Amelia Burnstien, please contact me so that I can say sorry, ask you what your middly name is, and have my character havea different one.

Chapter One: Old and New Friends

Amelia Burnstien was a girl with chestnut hair with eyes that looked like dirty fog. She was 16, and was changed from house to house every so often because nobody could handle her for very long.

She had received a letter from Hogwarts 3 days ago, and was currently going towards London. This was her stop, and as far as anybody knew, she had run away again. The air was cool and crisp, her favorite kind. She had all of her luggage packed, and had somehow managed to get the right equipment with the money that was already in her account in Gringotts. It was September 1st and she was happier than she had been in a long time.

"Excuse me, but is this cabin taken?" a girl her age with brown, bushy hair asked her.

"Not at all. Here, do you need help with your luggage?" Amelia returned pleasantly with a smile as she looked up from her book.

"No thanks. Are you new here? I don't think we've met before, but you look too old to be a first year."

"No, we haven't. I'm just starting out at Hogwarts, but I'll be in year 6. Which year are you in?"

"6 also. How di-" the girl began.

"Hello Hermsy, mind if we get into the doorway?" cried a voice that belonged to a young, red-haired teenager.

"Ron! It's good to see you after the summer. I'd like you to meet-"

"Amelia Burnstien, pleasure to meet you. Are you also in year six?"

"Yeah. Hey, I'm Ron Weasley."

"And I'm Draco Malfoy. I wouldn't bother making friends with rubbish. You'll stick to the good crowd if you know what's best for you Amelia."

"Thanks for the advice; I think that I'll take it." Amelia waited a few seconds, but nothing happened "That was your cue to scram Dracula. Go walk past by a spider web now, bye, shoo."

"Okay, I can tell where I'm not wanted." Draco started.

"Then why the blinking hell do you come in our cabin every year?" Ron asked non too politely.

"I'll just give you one last chance before I go to loose the mudbloods and come with me."

Amelia cracked her knuckles audibly before shoving Draco out of the door. Several students saw and heard Amelia, and the story was spreading like wildfire.

"Wow, stuff gets around here fast. It would have taken an hour for people to be talking like this at my old school" Amelia commented.

"Hey Ron, Hermsy, person who I haven't seen in ages. How are you Amelia? God, I haven't seen you sense the great jello war of '96. How the heck you managed to get all of that jello out of your hair, I'll never know." Harry said while hugging Amelia.

"I didn't know that you went here! The last I heard of you was some boy school for trouble makers. And what about the clay revolt of '97 huh? Explain that!" Amelia spoke enthusiastically.

"Um…Hey, Ron, Hermsy, this is Amelia. We used to go to school together before Hogwarts."

"We've met. Ah…you're still a bit off! You haven't changed a bit! !"

"A little off?" Ron teased.

"More than a little." Amelia grinned "Would you care to do the honors Hairs, or may I?"

"I'll do it. I still don't trust you. You see, I had trouble with adding and subtracting. It took me a while to get it. That's all."

"45 minutes to do 5-32, I timed."

"What about you and geography? America is not in Africa!"

"Couldn't spell tomorrow for 2 years!"

"Turkey isn't on a sandwich!"

"52 in not 160!"

Rom and Hermione were laughing so hard they fell down.

"Hey, Harry, how about them? I think that they've laughed enough at our expense, don't you? What about them?"

"Gladly. Let's start with Hermsy and save the best for last. Where to begin? Where to begin? Herms once turned into a cat mix for a while, and was coughing up hairballs. She also did a face-fault in the middle of the year picture, and ruined it."

"Hmm…oh. Hermsy made an A- on a test, and freaked out that she was never going to pass the class. For a week." Ron blurted.

"I'm boring. Lets move onto Ron." Hermione insisted.

"Fine by me. Okay, he landed on his ass while trying to ask a girl out once. Fell on his ass during the potions test last year and ruined his potion. Tripped over his ass whe-" Harry said like he was reading off of a list.

"Enough about my ass already! Lets play a game that doesn't involve a gang-up on it!" Ron pleaded.

"How about 20 Questions?" Amelia piped up.

And so, they were sitting around the cabin playing 20 Questions for the remainder of the ride.

A/N: Okay, this chappie really isn't that funny, and I apologise. Hopefully the next chappie will be funny. Give me 1 review, and get chappie #2. Hehe, that rymed.