Part 1

Vanessa felt nervous as she stared at the brick wall before her. She was just supposed to run right at it? That couldn't really be true, but then again, so much that wasn't supposed to be true since she had left the orphanage had proven itself to be true…

She was still thinking about it when a finger tapped her shoulder, making her jump.

She turned, her blue eyes swiveling to meet green ones.

"You're a first year this year, right?" the girl asked.

She had bright red hair and was actually quite pretty.

"Um, yeah, I guess." Vanessa said.

The girl stuck out her hand. "I'm Siren Potter."

Vanessa shook it. "Vanessa Black."

The girl smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Are we really supposed to just run into a wall?" Vanessa blurted out.

Siren laughed. "Yeah, we do. Did you come here with anyone? An older sibling who's done this before?"

Vanessa shook her head. "No, I actually came from an orphanage that just dumped me here. I just know that they're happy to get me off of their hands."

The redhead lifted an eyebrow. "Wow. Muggles, I'm assuming?"

"That means non-magical, right? Professor Dumbledore gave me a crash course-"

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore? You've already met him? Not fair!" Siren cried. "I wish I had already met the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

"H-headmaster?" Vanessa squeaked, remembering how hard she had laughed when he told her about what she was...and how she had told him he was off his rocker.

Siren nodded. "Albus Dumbledore is a pretty famous wizard, he also-"

"Siren!"

The redhead turned, a large smile appearing on her face. "Fred! George! I didn't know that you were smart enough to get into Hogwarts!"

Two gingers, twins for sure, joined the small group.

"Ouch, love, that really hurts." One of them winced.

"Shut it, George."

"I'm Fred!"

"Liar."

"Damn."

"George Weasley, you mind your tongue!" a woman with red hair walked over to them.

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley!" Siren chirped.

"Hello, Siren, dear. Who's this?" the woman turned to Vanessa.

"I'm Vanessa Black," said girl provided.

Something sparked in the woman's eyes, and Vanessa found herself being scrutinized carefully.

"Could it be…?"

Vanessa frowned, confused and wary. "I'm sorry?"

"Nothing, dear, just my mind thinking more than it should. Anyways, why don't you lot head on through to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, I have to go find out where the rest of my boys are." And, with that, the woman hurried off.

"What just happened?" Vanessa asked.

"Don't mind mum, she's always going on about who-knows-what," one of the twins reassured her-Fred, she thought. "Now, shall we go?" He asked, gesturing to the brick wall.