A/N: Hey all! This is my first story, so don't go too hard on me! Two of the characters are based off of myself and my friend Valerie. I (Victoria) am represented by Natalya Tonks and my friend Valerie is represented by Phoebe Prince. Hope you enjoy it!

A dark-haired girl awoke on her eleventh birthday to a tapping on her window. Confused, she stood up and opened her curtains to reveal a dark tawny owl perched on her windowsill with a large beige envelope tied to its leg. The girl opened the window, expecting the owl to fly in, but all the owl did was stick out its leg, so the girl untied the parcel and the owl set off again. The girl examined the envelope; it was a large, beige envelope with elegant penning on it in dark green ink. Eager to find what was inside, the girl opened the envelope.

When the girl pried the envelope open and read its contents, she nearly fainted. This must be a trick! There is no way she's a… a… she didn't quite know the word to complete her thought. The letter read:

March 9, 1991

Dear Miss Phoebe Prince,

Congratulations on you acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Enclosed is a list of the items you will need to purchase in Diagon Alley. To reach Diagon Alley, go to the Leaky Cauldron and ask for Tom. Once Tom has come, show him your letter, and he will help you into the Alley. Also enclosed it your ticket to the Hogwarts Express, which departs Kings Cross Station from Platform 9 ¾ on September 1, 1991 at promptly 11:00 am. We do wish you a good rest of your year.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Phoebe ran down the steps, nearly tripping on her way down. "Mum? Mum!"

"Yes, dear?" Phoebe's mother responded.

"Mum, did you or father apply to this school, Hogwarts, for me? I just received a letter, by owl, no less, saying I was accepted into their school, and am some kind of 'Muggle-born' ," Phoebe rushed through her words, unsure of what to say, and handed the confusing letter to her mother.

April 21, 1991

A tan, raven-haired boy with stormy grey eyes was pacing his room on his eleventh birthday, anxiously awaiting his Hogwarts letter. "Darius Regulus Black! Get down here right now and eat lunch! Stop pacing your bedroom, your letter will come in due time!" The boy's mother yelled up the steps. Darius knew full well that his mother hated hearing him pace his bedroom; he also knew just as well that his mother could simply put a silencing spell on his bedroom so she couldn't hear him, but she refused to do that.

Darius came from a long line of pureblood wizards and witches. He occasionally got to hear about his relatives, and from what he's heard about him, his uncle Sirius was his favorite. Sirius Black was a Gryffindor in his time at Hogwarts, going against everything the Black family had practically bred into him. He also befriended a man who ended up marrying a Muggle-born, something his family completely disapproved of. The Blacks were nearly all Slytherins. Darius didn't want to be a Slytherin, he wanted to be a Gryffindor, though he believed that he would likely be more suited for Ravenclaw.

Darius was ripped from his thoughts as he heard a small rapping on the window. He ran to the door, nearly knocking the poor owl off its perch as he opened the window to retrieve his letter.

August 3, 1991

A pale, red-headed girl with shocking green eyes was sleeping soundly when her mother called up the stairs. She cracked her eyes, not quite ready to wake up, she looked at her watch; it was 12:17 pm. When the girl got up and swiftly got dressed, she looked up at her calendar; it was her birthday – her eleventh birthday, meaning she would be getting her Hogwarts letter today. "Natalya Jayde Tonks! Hurry down, your lunch is getting cold!" Her mother called to her.

"Coming, Mum!" Natalya called back. Natalya's mother was a metamorphmagus, meaning she could alter her appearance however she liked, and when her mother was upset, her hair turned a steaming red color. She hoped very much that her mother was not too upset that she had slept in.

Natalya walked down the steps and into the kitchen, where her mother was waiting for her, with, thankfully, her usual bright, bubblegum pink hair. "Happy Birthday, dear," Natalya opened her mouth to thank her mother and to ask her when her letter would be here, but her mother beat her to it. "Now, before you ask, your letter is right here, but I do think you should wait to open it until after you're finished eating."

Mouth agape, Natalya nodded her head in agreement and hugged her mother before going to eat. During the ten minutes Natalya was eating, she thought about her strange heritage; she was related to many pure-blood families, being a half-blood. It also helped that her grandmother was a Black before she was a Tonks. Natalya listed off a few of the families she was directly related to: The Blacks (of course), The Malfoys, and The Lestranges. While she didn't agree with the family's beliefs about "pure-blood being the best blood", she had heard of a few decent relatives: one was her cousin, Darius, whom she heard of very fleetingly, and the other was her cousin Sirius Black, though Sirius was in prison, she was never allowed to know why.

The second Natalya finished eating, all thoughts left her except those of her letter. When her mother was back, she sat down next to Natalya so they could read the letter together.

"Well, Mum, it looks like we have some shopping to do!" Natalya beamed at her mother.

September 1, 1991

Phoebe Prince stood at King's Cross Station in London with her parents, looking around in awe, yet still unsure of what she was to do. "The letter did say Platform 9 ¾, didn't it?" Phoebe wondered aloud, causing several passerby's to give her looks as if she was mad.

"Yes, it did. It's the most curious thing. Don't you think that if there was a Platform anywhere between Platforms 9 and 10 that we would have known about it?" Phoebe's father mused. When Phoebe first received her letter to Hogwarts, her father was the most apprehensive.

"That's it, Dad! We need to go to Platforms 9 and 10 and see if there are any others who are looking for the Platform!"

Phoebe's mother looked at her husband, "This has got to be the strangest thing that Phoebe has ever gotten herself into," she spoke the words quietly, even though their daughter was already running toward Platform 9 with her trolley. When they caught up, Mrs. Prince took notice to the fact that Phoebe was talking to a girl who looked about 11 years old. Mrs. Prince adjusted her sight so that she was facing the woman standing behind the girl, who she assumed was her mother, and immediately took notice to her hair – it was bright bubblegum pink.

"Hello, I'm Andi Prince, Phoebe's mother," Mrs. Prince introduced herself to the woman, who looked as if she was no older than 30 years old.

"Dora Tonks, Natalya's mother. I take it you lot are looking to get onto the Platform?" the woman replied.

"Yes, actually, according to her letter, Phoebe is what you would call a 'Muggle-born', so none of us have had any exposure to this world," Mrs. Prince explained in hopes that Dora Tonks would be able to give a helping hand.

"Well getting onto the Platform isn't all that difficult. Do you see that post there?" Dora pointed to the wall behind Mrs. Prince, "All you do is walk through that wall and your on Platform 9 ¾, though it would do to give it a running start." Dora explained easily.

"W – walk straight into the w – wall?" Mrs. Prince stuttered.

"Straight into the wall," Dora agreed, nodding her head. "It's nothing to be afraid of, really. So long as you get through before the train leaves at 11am."

"What happens at 11?" Mrs. Prince asked, getting more nervous the longer she spoke to this woman.

"The wall is sealed so that no one can get onto the Platform, though you can get back off of the Platform until 12pm." Dora explained, noting the distress the other woman clearly displayed on her face.

Mrs. Prince breathed a sigh of relief as she thanked Dora Tonks and walked off to retrieve her daughter from where the girls had drifted. She looked up at the clock; it was 10:45am, so she had plenty of time to get her daughter ready and say final goodbyes. "Phoebe, honey, lets get onto the Platform," Mrs. Prince hesitated a moment before saying the next, "Follow me, I'll show you the way to the Platform."

"Okay, Mum." Phoebe got her trolley ready and followed her mum. Straight into a wall. Phoebe had no idea what her mother was doing when she ran into the wall between Platforms 9 and 10, but as soon as she hit the wall, she disappeared. Phoebe looked up at her father, and breathed in his expression; shocked, just as much as she was. Phoebe took a breath, and followed her mum onto the Platform.

Phoebe drank in her surroundings as she emerged from the wall. Standing before her was a long, bright red train. She found her mum and said her final goodbyes before she went to find her new friend, Natalya Tonks.

Phoebe found her friend walking down the narrow hall in the train, looking for a compartment. "Natalya!" Natalya stopped in front of a compartment and stared in, mouth agape, with her hair changing colours (Changing colours?) from its usual fiery red to a bright pink like her mum's. "Natalya? What is it?" Phoebe asked as she walked up behind her friend.

Her friend spoke but two words before running into the compartment to eagerly bound onto the boy inside: "Darius Black?"

A/N I sincerely apologize if you think this is a tad rushed, because I think it may be. Please leave a review telling me what you think! Let me know if you like it, and let me know, based on what little amount you know about Darius, what House you think he should be in. Oh, and one last thing; I know Tonks isn't old enough to have an 11 year old, but this is just a fanfiction, so I'm pretending she's thirty. Thank you for reading!