Okay, I left for a few days, sorry about that, I had it written and was checking over it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, would I really be here?

Charlotte Black ran down the Hogwarts Express until reached the compartment in which her twin sister, Scarlett, was in. Charlotte opened the compartment door and a huff of cold shivered down her neck.

The Entire group in the compartment turned to Charlotte, with a look on their faces that said 'What are you doing here?' Charlotte flung away the faces in her mind and went to Scarlett who was sitting as close to the window as she could get.

"Hi!" Charlotte yelled at her. "Remember Me?"

"Hey Charlotte, so why you here?" Scarlett spat back.

"Well," Charlotte began, "I just felt like saying hi and that I got onto the train, although, I doubt you care."

"I care, Charlotte, but I don't want you to go down the wrong path, that's why I am begging you, join us, join Slytherin, join the correct side Charlotte." Scarlett begged.

"The wrong path, is the path that you're on. I don't know why I came here anyways."

"Well, Charlotte, it's simple, you so desperately want to be like me, but, you are way too stubborn to admit it." Scarlett told her twin adding a level of conceitedness to her voice.

"I don't want to be like you, so I am leaving right now." Charlotte stated.

"No, you don't," said a voice belonging to a fifth-year. "You aren't leaving until we have some fun with you." He said flaring his nostrils, he looked like a troll. His dark hair and eyes, along with his horrible teeth added to the troll look. "Sectumsempra." The boy yelled pointing his wand at Charlotte.

Charlotte was mystified; she had a second before the spell hit her, "PROTEGO." She yelled pointing out her own wand. The spelled bounced on her shield and hit the boy attacking her.

Blood squirted from his face as the spell hit him harder. Everyone in the compartment ran to help the boy who tried to attack Charlotte.

"FLINT!! ARE YOU OKAY?" Charlotte heard her sister ask,

"I'm okay, but get that freaky girl out of here." Flint said.

"You heard Marcus Flint, now get OUT!" Scarlett yelled at her sister.

"NO!" Charlotte screamed, she wasn't going to let Scarlett push her around at school.

Scarlett grabbed Charlotte by the arm and pulled her out of the compartment. "Leave me alone." Scarlett yelled at Charlotte.

"FINE, but I'll leave because I want to and not because you tell me to."

"I don't care about your reason, just leave!" Scarlett yelled, she was angry that her sister embarrassed her in front of the kids she was trying to be friends with.

"FINE!" Charlotte yelled and turned away, she was headed back to her compartment, the one with Harry Potter.

Ronald Weasley had no where to go, he couldn't share a compartment with his family, and no one else would share a compartment with him. He stopped outside of the compartment with Harry Potter in it. He had no other choice, he had to ask Harry Potter. He was nervous, he was about to ask the famous Harry Potter for something, of course he was nervous.

"Excuse me. Anyone sitting there?" Ron asked clutching his rat, Scabbers.

"Oh, well that girl named Charlotte is sitting there," he said pointing at the seat next to him. "But, no one else is sitting in here so you can if you want."

Ron's face lit up with excitement, no one had ever let him be near them without putting up a fight.

"So, are you really Harry Potter?" He asked.

"Oh yeah." Harry replied.

"So do really have the-the-the," Ron stuttered.

"The what?" Harry asked.

Ron pointed at his forehead and finally words came out, "The scar."

Harry lifted his hair up off of his forehead, "Oh yeah."

"So cool. So, you let Charlotte Black sit here?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Well, I mean her father was a Death Eater, and I know her sister is, but no one is sure about her, but her first signs of magic weren't nice. It involved my rat being thrown across the room and almost landing in the lit fireplace. Someone had made a crack about her stupid uncle and how he had killed Peter Pettigrew, and well, she took it out on Scabbers. I mean, she is pretty good the rest of the time, but she is a little dark, but then again it is a miracle she isn't worse." Ron told Harry.

"Wow Ron. I'm shocked, you don't hate me." Charlotte's meaningful voice said. Charlotte was standing in the middle of the compartment door; she had apparently been opening the door as Ron began talking. "That is the sweetest thing any of my cousins, or family for that matter, has said." She continued and went and hugged Ron.

Ron was completely shocked and ducked away from the hug, "Charlotte, we may be friends, but DON'T hug me." Ron shouted at Charlotte.

Charlotte giggled, behind her Harry was stifling back laughter. "Okay, fine Ron, no hugs."

Nothing very eventful happened until the candy trolley came. Charlotte knew that Ron could afford nothing, but she wasn't sure about Harry. Either way when asked if she wanted anything, she got up and bought seven chocolate frogs and three acid pops, her favorites. She sat down and watched Harry pull out a mountain of knuts, and sickles and come back with what looked like the entire trolley. Harry was not sure about anything, but he wanted to try it all.

The three began to eat all of the candy, putting it all in one big pile allowing them all to eat anything they wanted. The three began to talk.

"Charlotte what wizard did you get?" Ron asked Charlotte, wondering her card in her chocolate frog case.

"Ptolemy." Charlotte said holding back laughter, "Another stupid Ptolemy."

"NO FAIR!" Ron shouted. "LET ME HAVE IT, YOU HAVE FIVE OF HIM ALREADY!"

"Fine Ron," Charlotte said handing him the card, "You can have him."

"Thanks. So, Charlotte, what is your favorite Quidditch team?" Ron asked Charlotte, trying to be civilized.

"The Chudley Channons. E tu?" Charlotte said, forgetting that Ron couldn't speak Spanish.

"Huh?" Both Harry and Ron said, neither having the ability to speak Spanish.

"Oh sorry, E tu, is Spanish for 'and yours." Charlotte explained.

"Oh," Ron began, "The Chudley Channons as well, too bad they aren't doing so hot this season. Don't speak in Spanish again!"

Charlotte giggled. "Well, it's probably because they let Walter Chansy leave the team, I mean he was the star, an invincible seeker." Charlotte said. Harry's eyes were bulging; he had no idea what they were talking about.

"I know, I mean, he was the heart of the team." Ron began; he turned to realize that Harry had no clue what either was talking about. "Oh, sorry Harry, I take it, you don't know about Quidditch. Huh?"

"Not really, I mean I keep hearing people talk about it, but I have no clue what it's about." Harry told Ron.

"Well why didn't you say something sooner?" Charlotte asked. "Quidditch is a kind of sport, resembling Basketball." Charlotte began but was broken off.

"What is Basketball?" Ron asked

"Oh," Charlotte began, "It's a muggle sport, but I will not be explaining two sports at once, so hush Ronald. Now Harry in Quidditch there are seven players to a team, three chasers, two beaters, a keeper, and a seeker. There are three different types of ball, four in all, now the Quaffle is like a basketball, there is only one Quaffle. Now, the chasers try to score the Quaffle in to three different hoops, if scored the team scoring receives ten points, the keeper, tries to stop the other team from scoring in the hoops. The Bludgers are the next kind of ball, they are magically enchanted to fly around, but they're extremely nasty, that's where the beaters come in, they have a club and hit the bludger, and try to hit other players or intimidate other players. So the Quaffle is like in Basketball and the Bludger is like in Baseball and Dodge ball. Okay, so the last ball is the Golden Snitch, it is an enchanted ball to swiftly fly around the arena. This is where the Seeker comes in, now the seeker flies around on their broom trying to find the Snitch, if the Seeker catches the Snitch then the game is over and the team with the most points wins, but the team that catches the Snitch gets one-hundred and fifty points. So that's the basics of Quidditch, understand?

"Sure." Said Harry with a dazed expression, he couldn't remember much of what she said, but he was sure he would be able to understand the conversations better.

"Can either of you do magic?" Ron asked.

"No." Spoke Harry, unsure if he needed to or not.

"I can, but only because of your siblings Ron, they taught me a lot, well, actually I read their textbooks and watched your parents do magic, but I can do a bit."

"What spells do you know?" Ron asked.

"Well, I know 'Protego' the shield spell and 'Expelliarmus' the disarming spell, but I can't remember much else."

"Ahhh, well I only know a spell want to see?" Ron asked eager to show someone his magic.

"Sure. What does it do?" Charlotte replied.

"Oh well if Fred and George were right, it'll turn Scabbers yellow."

"Fine, show it to me." Charlotte said impressed yet unimpressed by the boy's sources."

Ron pulled out his wand and pointed it at Scabbers, "Sunshine," he began but was cut off.

"Has anyone seen a toad?" Came a voice from the compartment door. Charlotte, Ron, and Harry turned to see a dirty blonde standing at the door, she had opened it without knocking. 'How Rude.' Thought Charlotte. "A boy named Neville's lost his." The girl continued.

"No." The three said unanimously.

The girl turned to leave but stopped at the sight of Ron. "Oh, you're doing magic are you, lets see then." She said.

Ron turned back to Scabbers and began. "Sunshiune, daisies, buttermellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow." Ron said pointing his wand at Scabbers, but no effect came.

Hermione laughed in the same way Scarlett laughed at Charlotte, mean but joking. "Are you sure that's a real spell?" She asked, "Well it's not very good is it?"

"I've memorized a few simple spells," She began, "For example," She said as she sat opposite from Harry, "Reparo." She said pointing her wand at Harry's glasses, the cracks that had emerged over time suddenly disappeared as though they had never been there.

"Wow." Harry said as he pulled of his glasses and examined them. His hair flickered from being moved, briefly showing his scar.

"Holy Cricket, I know who you are, you're Harry Potter." The young girl said excitedly. "I'm Hermione Granger, and you two are?" She asked pointing at Charlotte and Ron.

"Ron Weasley."

"Charlotte Black."

"Oh, well if you see a toad," Hermione began

"We'll come get you and Neville, got it." Charlotte and Ron said unanimously, they both were irritated by Hermione Granger.

Hermione got up from her seat and left the compartment.

The minute Hermione left Ron and Charlotte burst out the same words, "HOW RUDE?"

"She wasn't that bad, but then again, I've been living with people who make me sleep in a cupboard under the stairs, so I am used to a lot worse.

"You sleep under the stairs?" Charlotte asked.

"In a cupboard?" Ron added.

"Yeah." Harry said. "But, it's my cousin Dudley, that is really horrible. He's a spoiled pig who gets whatever he wants."

"Let's see, who does that remind me of," Ron pondered.

At the same time they both said, "Draco Malfoy."

Harry was confused, "Who?"

"This snobby boy who gets whatever he wants, he was bleach blonde hair," Charlotte was cut off.

"Like that kid." Harry said pointing at a kid who was coming dangerously close to the compartment handle.

The compartment door slid open, instead of Hermione looking for the toad, it was a bleach blonde haired boy. "So is it true?" The boy asked. "Is what they're saying up and down the train true? Is Harry Potter really in this compartment?" The boy asked.

"Yes." Harry replied.

"Oh, well let me introduce myself, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." The boy said.

Charlotte, who was not impressed, added to this, "And a complete git at that. Get out of here Draco before I get mad!"

"Is that a threat?" Draco asked trying to be intimidating.

"No," Charlotte began, she pulled her wand out and aimed it straight for Draco. "This is."

"Going to hurt me, are you little baby Charlotte?" Draco said, laughing at her along with his friends.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Charlotte yelled, red sparks shot from her wand and hit Draco.

Draco's face had the exact same problem that the boy Marcus Flint had, deep gashes across his face. Draco and his friends left the compartment, Draco was whimpering.

"Thought you only knew 'Protego' and 'Expelliarmus'?" Ron said.

"Oh, well I wasn't sure if it was a spell. It's the only offensive spell I know, a boy tried to use it on me today, I used 'Protego' and well, it sort of hit him." Charlotte explained.

The compartment door opened once again, a boy with dark brown, almost black, hair walked in. His blue eye scanned the room he stopped at Harry, "Oh, I'm Neville," he began.

"WE DON'T KNOW WHERE YOUR FREAKIN TOAD IS! OKAY NEVILLE?" Charlotte spat at Neville, she was tired of people coming in, Neville, was the sad soul that she outputed in.

"Oh, well, I was going to say, that, we are about to arrive at Hogwarts, and that you may want to get into your robes." Neville said, tears were seconds from bursting from his pale blue eyes.

Charlotte saw Neville's eyes and recognized the way he was verging on tears from her sister bullying her during their childhood. "Oh Neville. I'm so sorry, I was just, I mean I had to get rid of Draco, and Hermione interrupted us. I'm really sorry, please don't hold this over me, I am not like my family." Charlotte begged.

"It's okay. I was just-" Neville stopped midway through talking, he had seen Harry's scar. "You'r-You'r-You're." Neville began to stutter.

"Harry Potter?" Ron asked, hiding a smirk on his face.

Charlotte was still worried about hurting Neville's feelings, yet still staring at his idiocy to cause stuttering. "Yes, we are all aware of that."

"Charlotte, you okay?" Ron asked.

"Yes, but lets get into our robes, we don't want to be in trouble on our first day." Charlotte said.

Neville left, and Harry, Ron, and Charlotte changed into their robes. A loud noise then rang through the train.

The Hogwarts Express had arrived.

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