AU: Hey everyone! Just a heads up. This is an Alternate Universe with an Original Character. I don't own Harry potter or any of the other characters (Nor do I own the green chamealeon., just Latasha and other random oc's. Thanks y'all!

"Miss LeRon," the man said gently, "Are you alright?"

Latasha's head shot up as she shook awake from her daze. "Huh?"

The man smiled and repeated, "Are you alright?"

Latasha blinked, then nodded slowly. "I think I may need to sit down, sir."

"Quite alright," he said with a smile, waving his wand. She jumped as the chair appeared, then relaxed and sat.

After a moment of silence, she asked, slowly, "I'm... a witch? As in... like... Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, type wizard?" As the man nodded again, the strawberry blonde fifteen year old rubbed her brow. "And you guys didn't find me because..."

"Because somehow," he said with a patient smile, "you slipped our system."

"And you are again?"

"Professor Longbottom, I teach Herbology at Hogwarts. I was told to break the news to you gently."

Latasha leaned back in her chair. "Wow. This... this is... Wow..."

Latasha smiled at her reflection in the train window. Her shiny red-gold hair was done up in curls that hung loose around her face, and her green eyes shone in the morning light. Her long sleeve blouse fit her form like a glove, unlike most of the clothes she had worn before, and her mini skirt was fashionable and brand new. Everything had changed. Everything.

Here she was, on the Hogwarts Express. Sure, she was the only fourteen year old first year, and the generation of witches and wizards she wanted to meet had already grown up, but that didn't matter to her anymore. Years of wishing had finally paid off for her, and she had fallen straight into the epilogue of the seventh Harry Potter book. There, out on the platform, were all of her heroes, and their children. She smiled and started looking around her stuff. Her trunk was packed full of robes and books and things she didn't even want to know what they were. Next to it was a small empty carrier, at which Latasha frowned.

"Lizzy, I'm not losing you in a book world. Get back here." The yellow gecko scrawled across the red seat, and Latasha scooped it up. As she did, something glinted between the seat cushions. "Huh, that's odd." She set Lizzy on her shoulder and reached between the cushions, grabbing a long chain and tugging. She gasped when she saw what was on the end. Slipping the chain over her neck, she looked out the window, then started turning the small hourglass charm between her fingers. This had to work. After many turns, she let it spin wildly, closing her eyes and hoping it was enough.

"Never going back," she said softly.

Latasha opened her eyes and was disappointed. she was still in the same compartment, and nothing seemed different. She looked out at the platform and blinked. The people had changed, as did some of the fashion. The whistle blew and families hugged their students and hurried them onto the train. She watched as the train pulled away from the station, wondering what was to happen now.

"What are you doing in this compartment?" a voice drawled. Latasha turned and came face to face with a tall, blond boy, with blue eyes. He was wearing a sleek black leather jacket, tee, and was leaning cooly against the door. She blinked away her surprise and put her hand on her hip.

"I don't remember seeing your name anywhere. As far as I'm concerned, I was here first." Latasha stood her ground, even when the other two boys crowded in closer.

The golden-blond boy drawled again, seemingly bored, running a hand through his luscious locks. "I don't remember you coming to school here, but you are much too large to be a first year."

"Excuse you," Latasha interrupted, "I happen to be transferring to Hogwarts, and I don't appreciate the insinuation that I'm fat."

"I didn't mean to insinuate anything." He smirked. "I was flat out telling you."

Latasha rolled her eyes. "You know, I was going to offer that you and your goon squad join me, but as it is, I don't think I like you much. You may leave."

He snorted. "I don't think you know who I am, little girl."

She raised her eyebrow. "I can guess. Snoody little brat who thinks he owns everything? You must be a Malfoy."

"The name is Draco Malfoy, and you'd do well to show me some respect."

"Sure, hun," Latasha said rolling her sparkling emerald eyes again and sitting down, putting in her earbuds and turning her Ipod volume to full blast, listening to her musical soundtracks. Draco sat across the apartment from her with a disgruntled look on his face. The corners of Latasha's crimson lips twitched upward. Victory.

After the train had been rolling steadily along down the tracks for a while, Draco tapped her knee.

"You still haven't told us your name, hun."

"Latasha Elizabete LeRon." She plucked her earbuds out lazily and looked at him with a raised a perfectly arched eyebrow again. "You sure you want to talk to me?" she said silkily.

It was Draco's turn to roll his bright ocean filled eyes. "It's polite to introduce yourself. This is Crabbe and Goyle."

The train shook on the track, and the little golden gecko slid from its compartment, and scurried down Crabbe's pant leg, drawing a girlish squeal from him as he jumped up on the seat. Lizzy darted out the open door, and Latasha stood up quickly, her fiery golden hair bouncing as she scrambled out of the compartment after her. "Lizzy! Come back!"

No sooner had she ducked out into the hall, she ran head first into a tall red haired boy, who was hurrying in the other direction. In a tangle of limbs, they landed on the floor, him on top of her.

"Sorry, miss. Are you alright?" He asked, standing up quickly and pulling her to her feet. "I was just chasing after my chameleon, Pascal. Some long haired chick left him with me, and I just got so attached. You didn't happen to see him? Hes about this big, changes color, has an attitude..."

Latasha shook her head, tossing her long hair over her shoulder and back out of her face and adjusting her blouse and short black skirt. "You wouldn't happen to have seen a little yellow gecko, have you? She just ran out here..."

The tall handsome boy nodded. "Yeah, I saw her dodging that direction." He pointed the way he had been running. "Maybe our pets ran off together?"

"Lizzy's grounded when she gets back." She said as she shook her head.

"Name's Fred, by the way. Fred Weasley." He stuck out his arm and smile brightly, his teeth sparkling. She took his arm with a dazzaling smile of her own.

"Latasha. Latasha LeRon."

"Let's look for our lizards, Latasha," he said with a grin.

Lizzy had finally caught up to the brilliantly colored chameleon. She looked him over cautiously, squinting her little black eyes, then nodded. Pascal grinned and stuck out a green hand animatedly, and Lizzy snorted and turned away with a smirk. They didn't have long to meet before being scooped up by their respective owners.

"Thanks for helping me find her. I don't know what I would have done."

Fred winked as he placed the green critter on his shoulder. "Don't mention it. If you ever need anything, just give me a call." he waved over his shoulder as he headed back down the corridor.

As Latsha smiled and turned to walk back the way she came, Fred turned to watch her walk away, a silly smile on his lips as he watched her swaying hips.

Latasha walked back into the compartment, holding the little gecko in her hand, moving closer to Crabbe to make him wince. She chuckled as she sat back down. Draco tilted his head, his eyes sparking with curiosity.

"What?" Latasha asked, her perfectly perfect cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. He shrugged, the expression fading.

"Have you thought about what house you will sorted into?"

Latasha sighed. "I'll probably be a Hufflepuff. All of my friends were Hufflepuffs. I think I'll jump out of the astronomy tower if the hat sorts me into Hufflepuff. (Pottermore sorted me into Hufflepuff.)"

"Tell me how you really feel," he smirked sarcastically.

"I think I'd rather be in Gryffindor or Slytherin. Those are the best houses." She looked up quickly to catch his reaction.

"Gryffindor?" he scoffed running his hand through his gold hair. "Those stupid losers?

Latasha's emerald eyes sparked as she glared at him. "I'd rather be stupid and brave, then manipulative coward like you!"

Draco stood and glared down at her. "Who do you think you are? You don't know me!"

"I know you seem to presume you know everyone else!" Latasha shouted back.

"Anything from the-"

"I know you are a-"

"Hey!" the lady shouted. "Anything from the trolly, dears," she finished when they fell silent.

"No thanks," Latasha murmured, turning red and sitting back down.

Draco pressed his lips into a thin frown, then handed the lady a few galleons and grabbing a few things off the cart and sitting down across from her again, He handed her a chocolate frog. "Truce until you get sorted for real?"

Latasha hesitated, then took it with a slender hand. "Truce."

Draco smiled and leaned back in the seat, tucking his hands back behind his head. "So, Latasha. What brings you to Hogwarts so late in your wizarding schooling?"

Latasha shrugged and her cheeks flushed rosily. "I didn't know I was a witch until two days ago, when Professor..." she shrugged. "I didn't know until two days ago, and everything was kind of a blur. I guess someone gave me a scholarship, since muggle money doesn't do any good here."

"So... you're a mu- Muggle born?"

Latasha shrugged. "I was abandoned as a baby. I don't know who my parents are, let alone if they are alive or dead, witch or wizard..." she paused and looked down at her feet, clicking the heels of her shiny black pumps together.

"I'm sorry," Draco said softly. "I didn't mean to pry or bring up painful memories."

"No worries. It was a long time ago. The muggles I live with take good care of me..." Her voice wavered, as she watched her feet still. Draco looked up at Crabbe and Goyle, giving them a look, telling them to get lost. After they left, Draco moved to sit next to her, putting a hand on hers.

"I'm a great liar, Latasha. What happened?"

"I... My parents got divorced not too long ago. My father got full custody on some minor fluke... and... well, He used to yell a lot. I tried running away, and when the cops brought me back, he yelled some more and locked me in my closet for days. Then he remarried a b-witch. She had a daughter and a son of her own, and everyone could care less about me. Not to mention all the weird stuff that happened around the place, which probably was my fault, but still." Latasha wiped her cheek free from the tears that slowly spilled over from her bright eyes. "I'm just glad I'm finally gone from that aweful place!" She wiped her eyes again and took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. "Sorry. Thank you for listening."

Draco nodded, and they spent a comfortable silence for the rest of the trip. As they neared Hogwarts, Latasha stood. "We should change into our uniforms. I don't know how this will work for me."

"I'm sure someone will be there to tell you where to go. I'll wait with you until someone does."

Latasha smiled and pulled down her trunk. "Thanks. Now scoot, so I can change."