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Chapter One

She looked around. When she was satisfied that no one was watching, she jumped onto the train with her luggage and ran like mad to an empty compartment. After checking for watchers once more, she took out her SHEILD badge from her bag and twisted its base. Sure enough, just like "Mr. Poots" (Director Fury) had said, there was a thick sheet of creamy white paper inside.

"Excuse me. May I sit here?"

Alarmed, Skye looked up. But it was only Coulson. She still wasn't used to young-Coulson. His hair was brown and tufted, he wore wire-rimmed glasses, and his face had less wrinkles. But other wise he was still the same Coulson.

"Sure," Skye said, "um, I'm Skye. Skye Poots. Whats your name?" Skye didn't get why they had to pretend with each other, but she went along.

He smiled and his eyes crinkled. "Phillip Coulson. You can call me Phil. Or Coulson."

"Coulson is good," Skye said, noticing there were people passing and listening in. "You can call me Skye. But not Poots."

"Poots... Poots... I don't think I've heard that name before. Are you Muggle-born?"

"Yes," Skye said. "My parents are both, um, doctors."

Coulson smiled again. "I'm a pureblood. But I'm hoping for Gryffindor. You?"

"Ravenclaw," Skye mumbled, "I'm really smart..."

"I bet. I'm going to find my friends. See you at the Sorting, Skye," he said with a wink, grabbing the sixth of paper from her hand. Everyone had one. When put together they would reveal the mission details.

He was off to find Fitzsimmons, Ward or May. Skye probably wouldn't see him for a while. So she sat and let her pure-black owl, Coal, out of its cage.

"We know, Mother!" A voice cut through the air. "We'll be good, careful boys."

"Come here, George you have a cut on your cheek!"

"Sorry! We were playing Quidditch!"

"Before the train? I don't believe that- stand still Fred!"

"Mum," a loftier voice said, "I believe the train will, be leaving soon."

Skye glanced out the window. Seven heads of red hair were bobbing around just outside the train.

The Weasleys! Skye though. Let's see...

A tall, rugged sixth-or-seventh-year- he must be Charlie. A holier-than-thou type of fourth-year had to be Percy. Two younger kids, a boy and a girl, had to be Ron and Ginny. The chubby woman with a nice smile was Molly Weasley.

But it was the twins that caught her eye. Fred and George were grinning madly and lugging along big secondhand bags. And oh, how their eyes sparkled.

"Mum, I wanna go on the train!"

"Hush, Ginny! Fred, be a good boy! You too, George. I love you!"

"Good-bye, Mum!" Fred called over his shoulder as the bounded toward the train.

Skye was amusing herself watching her "parents" trying to skirt around young and energetic Ron and Ginny when the compartment door slid open and tumbled in the Weasley twins.

"-ickle Ronnie-"

"I feel kind of bad, stuck at home for two more years-"

"I can't wait-"

"Oh! Sorry!"

For George had nearly tripped over Skye's outstretched legs.

Thankful that she had stowed her SHEILD badge in her bag only moments earlier, Skye stood. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"He's fine," Fred proclaimed, jumping in and helping his brother up. "Can we sit in here? We want to avoid-"

"Percy," said George, shuddering.

"Sure, you can sit here," Skye allowed, "Coal! Come here!"

Coal fluttered down into his cage. He was a special kind of owl with a microchip from SHIELD that enabled anyone to watch the O.W.L. feed and oversee all of the agents, or at least Skye.

The twins took their seats in unison after putting their trunks in the upper compartment.

"My name is Fred-"

"And I'm George Weasley," George said. Of course, Skye already knew that. But she didn't let on.

"I'm Skye. Skye Sue Poots." She smiled at the twins.

"Muggle-born?" questioned Fred, and Skye nodded, putting an expression of self-shame on her face.

"Oh, its fine," George said. "We're blood traitors!"

Skye soon found herself laughing easily with the twins. They were the most carefree people she'd ever met, and the trio didn't even notice when the train started moving.


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