eaglenation: Mwahaha! I named your bat after a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle! Mwahahaha!
Jazz: eagle, I don't see how that's evil. Technically, I chose it.
eaglenation: Stop raining on my parade! I love feeling evil.
Jazz: Not a cloud in sight.
eaglenation: Except the one hanging over your head. Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter, just the plot and my own created characters.

"Well, Jazzy, have fun!" Mrs. Chant called, waving to Jazz as she climbed the stairs to the billowing red train. Each step closer to her dreams. Her every step bounced with excitement. She was holding her silver suitcase, her long, willow tree, dragon heart core wand tucked in her pocket. Raphie, her new pale purple Rainbow bat, clung to her shoulder, his intelligent eyes sparkling. Jazz intensely hoped she would be able to keep him a secret.

She climbed into the train car, looking around for Margey, but couldn't spot her best friend anywhere, so looked for an empty spot. She pulled aside the curtain to one spot, peeking inside to find a white-haired guy and an extremely pretty blond girl waving a wand and muttering spells. They both looked like first-years, so Jazz decided to get to know them. The more friends the better, Jaquinn always said.
"Free?" She asked tentatively.
"Yeah, go ahead." The girl smiled kindly. The boy glared at her sullenly and turned to look out the window.
"Oh my gosh!" The girl gasped suddenly and ran to the window, shoving the white haired boy out of the way. "Is that…..Is that Harry Potter?!"
"What? Lemme see." Jazz crammed herself beside the girl. Sure enough, standing with his three kids, talking to a red haired guy, was the boy who lived himself. Raphie, sensing his owner's excitement, fluttered onto Jazz's arm. Harry Potter looked up as his second eldest son asked him something, and Jazz strained to hear what was said. The red haired guy grinned and answered the kid "at me. I'm famous." And they all laugh.

"Jeez, you all stalkers or something?" The white haired boy muttered, pushing the girls away and covering the window.
"Well, no need to be rude." Jazz countered.
"Says the stalker." He hissed back, though he was smiling.
The blond haired girl laughed. "Don't worry. I know you're a Malfoy." She poked Jazz. "They're all like that. Death Eater descendants."
"A Malfoy?!" Jazz stared at the white haired boy with a renewed interest. "Cool." She held out her hand, hoping she looked encouraging. She thought it would be cool, being friends with a to-be Death Eater. Jaquinn was always talking about how big idiots they were. "I'm Jazzaiah Chant."
"Jazz-ah what?" The boy asked quizzically, then grinned lopsidedly. "No matter. If you're a Chant, like that Jaquinn, you're bound to be trouble. But I'm not one to judge. Anyway, I'm Scorpius."
"And I'm Aphrodite Demoe. Most people call me Demoe." The blond girl smiled radiantly at Jazz, apparently proud.
"Yeah, Jazz for short." Jazz said. "And this is Raphie." She poked her bat on the top of his huge-eared head. "But no one is allowed to know about him, okay?"
"Sure." Demoe answered, crossing her fingers. The train whistled and began to move. All three of the wizards ran to the window, hoping to catch a final glance of their parents. Jazz caught sight of her mother talking to Margey's mom, and they both waved at her. As the red train trundled out of the station, Jazz felt her excitement rise as she headed for a different world.