Kisa took a deep breath as her and her father walked down Platform Nine at King's Cross Station. She carried her heavy black trunk and her owl's cage. Her owl, Kiwi, hooted happily as she ate a small slice of kiwi, which was how she was named. Kisa chuckled and shifted to the left as a large bald man rushed past her and her father.

"Stupid Muggles," muttered her father and Kisa scowled. The two finally reached the wall, which was actually an enchanted barrier. On the other side was the Hogwarts Express. The two look around, making sure no Muggle was watching, then quickly leaned against the wall. Kisa closed her eyes and sucked in a breath and before she could realize it, they were standing on the other side. The platform 9 ¾ was very crowded- children were saying their goodbyes to their parents or other guardians and owls were hooting loudly. Kisa even swore she heard a toad croak as well.

Her and her father crossed the station and stood in front of the cast-iron sign erected on the wall behind them that had the words "Platform 9 ¾" on it. Kisa turned to see her father, who was smiling down at her. It was these rare moments whenever her father's usual arrogant smirk disappeared and a real smile replaced it that made Kisa realize just how much she loved her father. Kisa smiled back and patted his shoulder.

"I'll be okay, Daddy. Don't worry about me," Kisa said, hugging him. Kisa could hear her father chuckle.

"I know you'll make me proud, Kisa. Have fun," Andrew said as he pulled away. He helped Kisa lift her trunk up onto the steps and Kisa entered the train. People were already buzzing around, talking and laughing with one another. Kisa dropped her trunk onto a seat that was vacant, then set Kiwi's cage down beside it. She rushed to a window on the right side of the train, opposite her luggage, and looked out it and down at her father. More students were filling the train and Kisa waved her father goodbye. The whistle of the train screeched loudly and Andrew waved back at his daughter. The two wave until Kisa could no longer see him. After that, she stepped back from the window and crossed the aisle to her seat. In front of her she saw a mop of red hair along with messy black hair- two boys were sitting in front of her and talking.

Kisa looked at the empty seat beside her and she sighed. Stepping on the seat, she dragged her trunk off the floor and stuffed it up there alongside the others, which were notably shabbier than her own. She stepped down from her seat and wiped off the dirt from her shoe prints, then sat down. She looked out the window and started feeling a bit sick.

'Oh, please don't let me be sick. Please, not here, not now. Not in front of all of these new people that I don't know yet.' she thinks as she sat back down. She heard a voice and turned to see a plump witch pushing a food cart down the aisle.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" asked the witch in a pleasant voice. No one replied and she moved on, but before long the messy haired boy walked after her, fists full of money. Kisa looked up at him as he walked and nodded. It was Harry Potter, the boy from Madam Malkin's. Ahead of her, she could smell a meaty scent. Kisa winced; she thought the meat smelled really weird. She took a deep breath. Now was her chance to make a friend.

She reached up and tapped the red head on the shoulder. He turned around to see the blonde smiling brightly at him.

"Hello, my name is Kisa Sinclair. What's your name?" she asked, sticking out her hand.

The boy gives her an odd look, like he was confused that she was being so formal with her greeting, but took her hand anyways. "My name is Ron Weasley. Is it true that your father works at the Ministry of Magic? My father has told me about some man named 'Sinclair' before."

"Oh, yes," Kisa said happily, beaming. Kisa was very proud of her father's position in the Ministry. She saw Ron's look falter a bit before pulling his hand away. He turned and looked at the sandwiches in his lap, then grabbed one and offered it to her.

"Would you like one?"

"Um," Kisa said, a bit unsure but her smile never fading, "no thanks. I'm feeling a bit sick, but thanks anyways."

Ron nodded and dropped it back onto his seat as Harry strolled back in, holding Pumpkin Pastries, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Jelly Beans, and Chocolate Frogs. Kisa turned away, a bit unsure about talking to Harry in case he remembered her from Madam Malkin's and associated her with Draco in any way. Instead, she pulled away and laid down on her seat, curling into a ball to try and ease the funny feelings in her stomach. She watched Harry sit down and not long after that, she could feel her eyelids getting heavier. She fell asleep curled up into a little ball, oblivious to the changing scenery outside her window and the playful laughter around her in the train.

Later, Kisa sat up and rubbed her eyes. She could feel the train slowing down and saw everyone getting into their robes. She sighed and stepped back up on her seat, grabbing her robe and pulling it on over her clothes. She was upset that she had missed the whole train ride because she was sleeping, but she reminded herself that it was better than puking everywhere. She took her seat once more and waited until the train stopped completely before standing on her seat once more to retrieve her trunk.

Everyone shuffled out of the train, and Kisa couldn't help but stumble a bit as someone pushed her forward. She turned to glare at the culprit and saw a smirking Malfoy flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, who were grinning stupidly. Her eyes narrowed as she frowned.

"Watch where you're walking, Sinclair," Malfoy said, loud enough for everyone to here. People turned to face the two and Kisa could feel her ears reddening with embarrassment. Draco skirted past her, Crabbe and Goyle following him, and continued on his way to the boats, leaving Kisa to fume to herself.

"You little d-"

"No need for bad language," said a brown haired girl as she walked past Kisa and towards Hagrid, who was waving around a lantern and telling the first years that their stuff would be transported to the school and that they were supposed to get into a boat, four to each.

Kisa glared after the girl and walked away, searching for a boat to sit in. She finally reached one towards the end of the line, preoccupied by three boys- two raven haired twins and a freckled brunette. She approached the boat with confidence and smiled down at the three.

"Can I row across with you?" she asked, motioning to the empty spot. The three looked at one another, then back at Kisa.

"Don't see why you can't," the freckled-face kid said, nodding. Kisa's smile widened and she took her seat behind one of the twins, towards the back. "We were just talking about the Sorting Hat and the four Houses."

"What's the Sorting Hat?" Kisa asked and the three looked at her oddly.

"The Sorting Hat is an enchanted hat that sorts each first year student into one of the four Houses. Gryffindor House is known to pick the bravest; Slytherin, the most cunning; Hufflepuff, the hardest working and most patient; and Ravenclaw, the smartest and quirkiest," the twin closest to her recited. "My name is Jake."

"And mine is Blake," the other twin said.

"And lastly, I'm Marcus," said the brunette, adjusting his glasses.

"Kisa Sinclair," she replied. "How did you guys know about the Sorting Hat? My father has never told me about it."

"Our parents," Jake and Blake said and Marcus nodded.

Kisa looked a bit upset, but shook it off and nodded. "What House do you think you'll be in?"

"We hope Ravenclaw," said Blake. "And you?"

"Well, considering on what they're looking for, I guess I'll be hoping for Gryffindor or Ravenclaw." Kisa nodded. "Yes, those seem like the best Houses."

The three nodded and they continued rowing. Kisa looked out at the glassy water than they were rowing across. The wooden paddle shifted under her grip and she sliced it through the water, propelling the boat forward along with the guys. She looked out to see Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and some dark haired girl who resembled a pug in the boat two spots down from hers. She saw Malfoy cackle and grimaced.

Soon enough, their boat scraped against the sandy bank on the other side of the lake. Marcus helped Kisa out of the boat because she was in the back, which she thanked him for. Hagrid was swinging the lantern again and trying to get everyone to follow him down the path to the school.

Kisa fell into step with the three boys from the boat and looked around. She saw Ron and Harry walking with a smart looking brunette girl and a round-faced boy carrying a toad. Kisa sighed and closed her eyes. Whenever they made it to the school, Kisa walked in and immediately spotted a strict-looking woman who introduced herself as Professor McGonagall. She instructed everyone into a large room called the Great Hall. Once inside, Kisa looked around in awe. The room was lit by a ton of candles that were floating over four long tables, where the students in the other years were seated. There were golden plates and goblets on the tables in front of each student. At the top of the hall was another large table where the other teachers and staff were seated. Hundreds of faces were staring at all of the first years, their faces illuminated by the candlelight. Kisa couldn't help but feeling a bit nervous as she felt all of the pairs of eyes on her and the others. She looked up and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars.

"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside," Jake said, smiling at Kisa and her impressed expression. Kisa nodded, then blinked and looked back down at the other students. She took a deep breath and looked down at her feet, not able to meet anyone's eyes in fear of being scared. She was mentally trying to pump herself up so she doesn't get too nervous and frozen whenever it was her turn to go up to the hat.

In the front of the room by the Head table, Professor McGonagall was dragging out an old, frayed, patched up hat and a wooden three-legged stool towards the front. She set the stool down, then the hat on top, then stepped back and pulled parchment out of her pocket in her bottle green robes. She seemed to be waiting for something.

All at once, a seam on the Sorting Hat ripped open and Kisa thought it looked a bit like a mouth. A voice started up from the Hat and it started to sing:

"Oh you may not think me pretty
But don't judge on what you see
I'll eat myself if you can find
A hat smarter than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart.
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve those ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Applause broke out and Kisa had to admit that the hat was a pretty awesome singer, being a hat and all. As Professor McGonagall prepared her list, Kisa nervously twirled a piece of hair around her finger. She took a deep breath and they got ready to begin.

Hello everyone~! Well, here is chapter two of Kisa Sinclair and the Eternal Flame. I can already tell I'm going to have fun writing this! Oh and sorry about the awkward ending to this chapter- I didn't want to put all of the events I have planned for the next chapter than this one and this was the only place I could think to stop. -_- Anyways, review if you'd like! :3