I'm Davina, and I'm one of the writers for this fic

Basically, we're five friends with a love for Harry Potter so we decided to write this fic.

We've tried to run in canon with the books as much as we can, and we try our best to not interfere with events.

You may notice we use quotations from some of our other favourite books/tv shows/movies and make them fit into our conversations.

We appreciate all reviews, so if you've got a spare minute or so, we would be really grateful :D.

All of the characters in our fic belong to J.K. Rowling apart from our own characters who are based on ourselves and we will never claim to own J.K's characters.

Happy reading!


Davina's POV:

"This one's free," Davina peaked into one of the compartments, in relief to find it deserted. Seating herself on one of the seats, she grinned to her friends.

"It's real then isn't it?" she asked the question they'd all been thinking. There was no denying the fact that they had indeed boarded the Hogwarts Express and were on their way to the very school.

"It seems so, I mean we did run through the barrier and board a scarlet train," Aislinn replied, speaking matter-of-factly, yet excitement brimmed her every word. Davina watched students pass their compartment of all ages, many she recognised and had to point out to her friends.

"Hey! I think that was Parvati Patil! The guy chatting to her must have been Dean Thomas! This is so weird," she gasped, finding it peculiar seeing all of the characters for real. It must have seemed odd to anyone taking a glance at their compartment where five teenage girls were pointing and chatting enthusiastically about someone they'd just seen.

At some point during the journey, a little bell rang and footsteps became louder, finally coming to a halt outside their compartment.

"Anything from the trolley dears?" a senior, plump-looking lady pulled up the famous sweet trolley outside. Davina stood up at once and without thinking, walked over to the lady. But someone had gotten there first.

"A packet of Droobles please," a sandy-haired boy handed some money over and took the gum, before winking at Davina, who in return raised an eyebrow. He muttered a spell under his breath, holding out his wand to the gum. Suddenly it exploded right in his face, leaving him covered in ash and soot.

"I take it that wasn't the intention?" Davina giggled at his shocked expression.

"What would you like dear?" Davina had forgotten the lady was there.

"One packet of Bertie Botts Beans please," she requested.

"That'll be three sickles," the lady found the beans in one of the trolley compartments.

"Oh! Err...Do you...Pounds?" Davina stammered. The lady looked at her in suspiscion.

"I'll get them for you," the guy smiled, handing the money over.

"Wow! Um...Thanks!" she answered, unsure of what to say.

"Any time," he winked, before sauntering off into his own compartment. She accepted the sweets and returned to her friends, sitting down with a stunned expression.

"What happened? Are those Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans? How'd you get the money?" Gwen questioned all at once, taking the packet to examine them.

"I think...Seamus Finnigan just bought them for me," Davina replied.

After all of the questions had been answered, the group settled down, enjoying daring one another to trying particular coloured beans, with mixed results. After an unpleasant horseradish-flavoured one, Davina decided then was the time to ask.

"Well, we don't have robes, so what are we going to wear?"

"I was thinking that our school travelling cloaks would suffice as to not raise suspiscion. They're a bit like the robes," Morgan suggested, to which they agreed, pulling their travelling cloaks out of their trunks. Davina started to feel a bit nervous at the thought that maybe they weren't supposed to be at Hogwarts. That maybe the barrier wasn't meant to let them through. She started going through the entire list of possible consenquences, deciding at last that what would probably happen would be that Dumbledore would call them to his office, erase the last few hours of memories and send them back on the train to King's Cross.

'At least it won't be horrible and we won't remember Dumbledore's lecture,' Davina thought to herself, trying to keep her spirits up, yet failing miserably at the thought that they'd forget about knowing Hogwarts existed. At long last, the train pulled up at Hogsmeade station and there was a lot of noise as students departed from the train.

"Alright, here we go," Melanie stood up, grabbing her trunk. The rest followed nervously.

"Firs' years! Firs' Years! This way!" The sound of what seemed to be Hagrid bellowed out over the excited chatter.

"Where should we go? The boats or carriages?" Aislinn asked, looking torn. Davina suggested carriages, as a bunch of fourteen year olds getting into boats would look quite strange. They followed most of the students to where the carriages were awaiting passengers.

"Wow! Thestrals pull these! So guessing no one here's seen death?" Morgan looked around to her group of friends, who all shook their heads. The five of them clambered into one, glad to be out of the rain. Morgan's normally curly, red hair was soaked thoroughly from the rain, and she looked quite pissed off as it kept falling in front of her hazel-green eyes, blocking her vision.

"What do you think will happen?" Gwen asked, starting Davina's nerves off again.

"Probably will be locked in the dungeons for all eternity," Aislinn remarked, chuckling slightly.

"This is Dumbledore we're talking about! The worst thing he'll do is wipe the last few hours and set us off back home," Melanie replied seriously. No one disagreed with that, knowing Dumbledore as a fair, yet strict man. Davina gazed out of the window, in time to see flickering orange lights coming closer, a dark shape of a castle loomed out of the night, becoming larger as the carriage pulled up the hill to where Hogwarts was situated. It was just as Davina had imagined, except (if that was possible) even better. It had a mysterious, yet welcoming feel to it, as if she belonged there. They arrived at the front gate, where Filch was inspecting all students for banned items. When they approached him, his beady eyes grew wide.

"Ah, so you've arrived. Follow the other students and meet Professor McGonagall in the entrance hall. She'd like a word with you," Filch sneered, his rotting teeth visible because of his lamp light. Davina looked to her friends, to see they were all as equally afraid as she was. The walk up the rocky path was not a long one, arriving in the front courtyard soon afterwards. The castle was just as daunting (yet oddly comforting) up close and the entrance hall was no different. Vast with candles burning in every corner, all shadows were highlighted and suits of armour stood tall and proud. Ghosts floated in and out of walls, some smiling down at the students below and others had an air of depression surrounding them, so students skitted to the side when they passed by. By the stairwell to the right hand side of the entrance stood McGonagall, haughty and stern looking, she gazed over everyone, parchment in hand, as though looking for someone.

"Ah! Salvadar, O'Connor, Whitby, Donovan and McGlenn," she came striding over to them and Davina braced for impact.

"You'll meet with Professor Dumbledore after the Welcome Feast. For now, seat yourselves at one of the house tables for the duration of the feast," she instructed.

'At least we get to have some food before we're sent packing,' Davina thought to herself, trying to make the best out of her Hogwarts experience. The Great Hall was even more extraodinary in person. Four, long maple, house tables were set, seating a hundred or so students at each one, banners overhead hung proud with the colours and animal of each house. Above them, the enchanted ceiling was dark and stormy, showing the outside weather. At the front, upon a small stage was the staff table, where all of the noteable Professors were patiently waiting for the stragglers to find their tables.

"Let's sit here," Morgan suggested, walking over to the Hufflepuff table, where a few students glanced at her curiously. Davina and the others followed, feeling awkward with so many gazes and whispers directed their way. A great thud as doors were being opened came from McGonagall leading in the first years, carrying the famous Sorting Hat, placed on a velvet cushion. Davina could empathise with their nerves and excitement at being at Hogwarts, where their lives would really take off. The sorting took longer than she had expected and by the time 'Whitby Kevin,' had been sorted into Hufflepuff, Davina's stomach was growling. After the clapping had died down, Dumbledore strode onto the podium, beaming down at them all, his sapphire eyes twinkling.

"I only have two words to say to you; Tuck in." To the delight of the students, plates overcrowded with all different types of food appeared upon the tables.

"One of the reasons I've always wanted to go here is right in front of me!" Morgan laughed, helping herself to some roast chicken. Davina spooned some pasta onto her plate and poured a cheesy, cream sauce over it.

"Hey I just thought of something. We left the muggle world in the twenty-first century right? Is this 1995?" Melanie asked, tucking into a big helping of vegeterian lasagne.

"Yes, I think so...I mean all of the students in the books are here and the ones in Harry's year are in the same year as us. Because the imposter Moody has just entered the hall," Aislinn pointed to the main doors, where a wet-sodden, missformed man had just entered, stunning the hall into silence. Moody staggered up to the stage, his electric-blue eye swivelling around at the entire hall. Dumbledore welcomed Moody with open arms, inviting him to have a seat, where he began to inspect a chicken leg.

"That makes sense," Davina shrugged, enjoying the atmosphere as the scraping and clanking of cutlery and the holiday chatter began again after the unexpected entrance.

"So...We've travelled back in time?" Morgan gasped. It seemed to hit Davina rather sluggishly that they'd travelled in time, but when it did, she began to chat eagerly with her friends. Dessert followed the main and at that point, Davina wished she had saved more room. Platters of different pies and tarts lavished with clotted cream popped out of nowhere. Bowls of different flavours of ice-cream and all different types of sweets found space on the over-laden table.

"Wow! Just wow," Gwen whispered, spooning some chocolate ice-cream into her bowl, her icy blue eyes glinting with exhilaration. After a small (yet filling) treacle tart, Davina felt shattered after the days events, ready for bed. But they had an audience with Dumbledore first before they were sent home.

"Alright, it's time," Aislinn stood up as all of the other students filed out of the hall to their houses. Davina sighed, but followed suit, blending into the crowd as the other students left for their houses.