A/N: Okay, so I decided to switch point of view from 3rd person to 1st person to make this a little more interesting. Please let me know if something doesn't make sense because I had already started this chapter when I switched, and I think I changed everything, but in case I didn't, please tell me. I think that's all, so here's chapter two! *Re-edited version*

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and nor will I ever. :( I do however, own my character Memory.

Chapter 2- Magic

I took a seat in an empty compartment near the back of the train. This had been one interesting day. I sat my messenger bag next to me on the faded bench and looked out the window. Blackness. We were still at the station. Today was going to be a long day, I could tell.

First, I was still recovering from the fact that I wasn't dead. I had charged full-speed at a brick wall earlier, and well, the idea that I had gone through the wall was still absurd to me. But, that said, I was also grateful I was still alive.

Second, I had never been away from my parents for a length of time longer than two weeks, so a whole semester was going to be tough. I had had a hard time choking back tears when I hugged her mother and father goodbye on the platform. But I put on a brave face and reminded myself, as I headed into the large train dubbed 'the Hogwarts Express', that this was a chance I couldn't miss.

Now came a more relative problem. I didn't know anyone. Not one person. And feeling lonely and unwanted or out of place was out of the question. I hate being outcast in anything, and at school this was just not going to be an option. Simple as that. But as far as I knew, I would be the only student who hadn't know anything about this whole world for lack of better word.

I was still on a long train of thought when two boys walked into my compartment, friendly grins stretched across their faces. I studied their identical features and then my glance moved up to the flaming red hair both of these boys possessed.

"Um… hello," I offered the greeting, trying my best to sound friendly.

The identical guys exchanged glances and the one standing on the left spoke.

"Everywhere else is full,"

"Mind if we sit in here?" The twin on the right finished his brother's sentence.

I shook my head and then smiled at them. "Well, even if I did mind, would I send the two of you out?"

The two boys grinned. "I'm Fred."

"George." The other one said.

I smiled at them. "Memory."

"Awesome." Fred said.

"Very." George agreed.

They sat down across from me as the train began to move. I stared at the window for a moment, watching as the country began to zoom by me.

"So you two are twins," I said, stating the obvious and breaking the previous silence.

Fred and George looked at each other.

"We get that a lot," Fred said.

"But I think that I'm the better looking brother," George added.

"Oh really?" Fred asked his brother.

George grinned. "Yes."

"So did you two know about it?" I asked them, praying if they didn't they would relate to me and if they did they could help me.

"About what?" They said at the same time.

I frowned at them. "Hogwarts."

"Of course. Our brothers have been here before," Fred explained, looking at me as if I was a freak.

"Oh," I mumbled, disappointed.

"I think," Fred began, an evil grin spreading across his face, "We should skip small talk and"

"And do something a little more interesting." George finished.

I leaned in to listen. This could be good. "Great. What?"

"Prank." They said at the same time.

"I've got an idea." And I began to spell out my plan to my newly found friends.

I pulled out a bottle of glue from my messenger bag. I always kept this little bottle in my bag in case anything fell apart, which happened often, since my mother refused to buy me clothes from a store and made most of my clothes herself. Super glue was actually really useful for fixing rips and pulled seams.

The twins stared in fascination at the small blue bottle I held up.

I smiled at them. "You look like you've never seen glue before."

"We haven't." They said in unison.

I couldn't help but giggle. "You mean you've never used superglue? Where do you live?"

George and Fred still looked confused. "In a house, of course," Fred said as if he was talking to a monkey.

"Me too, I mean, do you live in London?" I asked.

"No, I rather doubt it." Fred said.

"That's where dad works though." George added.

"That's where the Ministry of Magic is."

"Ministry of Magic?" I looked at them like they were insane.

"Yeah, dad works in the Muggle department. Is glue something muggles use?" Fred explained.

"What's a muggle?" I asked, unsure as to how I was supposed to know this.

"Non-magic person." Fred stated.

"Dad's really fascinated with them."

I frowned. "Oh, well then, I suppose that makes me a muggle."

"No," Fred said.

"You're just muggle-born. Like us, for example," George explained.

"We're pureblood, we have two magic parents, and if you have one magic parent,"

"And one muggle parent,"

"You're half-blood."

I shrugged. "Well, my parents told me they were 'swibs' or something."

Fred laughed. "Squib. It means they are incapable of using magic."

"Alright then," I said, "Thanks for the explanation. Now back to our prank."

"I say we glue someone's door shut while their compartment is empty," I explained.

Fred and George smiled. "So when they try to open it, it wont open, right? That's what glue does?" Fred asked.

"Yes, that is the basic idea." I replied. "But who's compartment should we shut?" I asked them, myself not knowing anybody on this train.

Fred had a wicked grin stretched across his face. "I know who. Percy."

George laughed. "Our brother. He's the world's biggest prat anyway."

I smiled. "Okay then, let's do this."

And with that, we began to plot the first of I was sure would be many pranks.

Thank you for reading! I'll probably have chapter three up by tomorrow, or the day after. And, as always, reviews would be appreciated. Thanks!

-Valfish