A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out! I've just been busy with nanowrimo, and then editing my other novel. That, and I haven't been inspired. So here it is, the second installment of the Necessarily Black adventure!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or the song lyrics, which are from A Very Potter Musical. That is owned by the geniuses of Star Kid Productions. Everyone knows who owns Harry Potter.

Necessarily Black

Chapter Two: Looking Through the Glass

"Gotta get back to Hogwarts,
Gotta get back to school,
Gotta get myself to Hogwarts,
Where everything is magicooool."

This was it. This was what had kept her awake every night for the past week. She was finally doing it. Look, there, she was officially boarded on the Hogwarts Express! Excited jitters pulsed through her frail body as she looked around at all the other witches and wizards. She couldn't believe this was real. For an extra precaution, Nessa pinched herself. Nope, this was not a dream. It was really real, just like the pain that now pulsated around the epicenter of her pinch. Damn, she could pinch hard!

Rubbing her arm, she wandered down the train, looking for either an empty compartment, or one whose inhabitants looked inviting. Sadly, she found neither until she came to the end of the train, where there was only one person in the compartment. She looked older than Nessa, but there was a certain sadness in her watery blue eyes that made Nessa open the door and sit down across from her, setting her trunk down on the seat next to her.

"Hi there," Nessa said cheerily. She wanted to start off at her new school with as many friends as possible. "I'm Nessa."

The girl grumbled, running a hand through her shiny blonde hair. "Lisa."

"What year are you in?" Nessa asked, unable to keep the excitement from her voice.

"Fourth." She seemed sassy and like she didn't want Nessa there.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" She wanted to be absolutely sure she was intruding.

"Whatever," the girl grumbled rudely, her hair falling in her face like a curtain, "just don't expect me to talk to you."

With a sigh, and a roll of her eyes, Nessa got up. "I can take hint," she muttered, pulling her trunk into the corridor and meandered up and down the halls until she found a slightly-less menacing-looking compartment than the others had been. It was full of first years, chattering excitedly about the year that was to come.

"Do you lot mind if I join you?" Nessa asked cheerily after pulling the door open with some difficulty.

"Course not," one of the boys said, getting up to give her a hand with her trunk. He was cute, with sharp features and mocha skin. "I'm Corwin Robins, this is Collin Towler, and the rest I don't remember their names. Sorry," he said, looking around at the faces around him sheepishly.

"I'm Nessa Bimsbee," she said cordially, taking a seat next to Corwin.

"What house do you hope to be sorted into?" He asked her, his face lit up.

"I don't know much about the houses," Nessa admitted sheepishly.

"Ah, muggle-born, eh?" He said with a knowing look on his face.

In all honesty, she could answer that question. She had no idea what her parents were. Her mother was probably a muggle, having sent her to a muggle orphanage, but what about her father.

"I don't know," she said in a small voice, not really wanting to get into the nitty-gritty about her family life, or lack here of. In response to his questioning look, with one eyebrow raised, she mumbled, "Orphan."

Corwin gave her a small, sympathetic smile before changing the subject back to houses. "I hope to be in Gryffindor, where the brave of heart reside!"

She was glad that he didn't linger on the subject. "What are the other houses like?"

Crinkling his nose, the boy thought a moment before responding. "Well," he said slowly, "there is Ravenclaw, which is where all the brainiacs go. And then Hufflepuff, which is where the loyal, hardworking ones get sorted into. And then Slytherin. You don't want to go to Slytherin."

"Why not?" Nessa asked, tilting her head to the side.

Corwin looked around before whispering in her ear, "They're all evil, every last on of them."

She shivered at his eerie tone, a sense of foreboding over coming her. "Well, I certainly won't be in there," she sniffed, trying to shake that feeling.

"Where do you think you'll end up, then?"

She thought about it, then shrugged. "Dunno. I am brave, but I'm also loyal. I don't see myself getting put with a bunch of smarties, though. Maybe Gryffindor."

They spent the remainder of the train ride discussing what to expect from Hogwarts. She listened intently as Corwin told her about all the suits of armor and the moving portraits, about the Forbidden Forest and Quidditch. He told her how he hoped to try out when he could. That interested her the most, Quidditch. She loved the idea of a sport on brooms. And then they changed into their robes about an hour before the train was to arrive at Hogwarts. She felt silly in the black robes and plain tie. She wanted her tie to be filled with colors, red and gold to be more specific.

"Look, there it is!" Some one exclaimed, jumping up and pointing to the window. Everyone, including Nessa, crowded the window. There it was indeed, looming on the horizon like a magnificent beast, twinkling in the twilight sky. A collective "oh" rang through the small cluster of first years and Nessa felt a lump in the back of her throat. Oh, not now! she thought, pushing back her tears of joy. This truly was the happiest moment of her life.