Rosalie POV

However much I loved my foster family in North Carolina, I loved Jazzy's in Florida more.

Anyway, they had a Floo network and how else would we get to the secret fireplace in Platform 9 and 3/4?

"Rosie! Rosie! Earth to Rosie!" Jazzy yells. My head snaps up to find her holding up two different outfits. "The platform? In an hour? Lets go. Here." Jazzy passes me the a blue shirt and high waisted galaxy shorts. My eyes slide down to see blue high tops.

"Thanks, Jazzy. Why not my own clothes?" I ask as I slip into hers.

Jazzy's voice comes from the bathroom, "are you saying you don't want to get Billy Grey to ask you out?" She demands.

I sigh, "no. Who wouldn't want him to ask them out?"

Billy Grey is a boy in the sixth year, like us, and he never goes out with anyone, not matter how much anyone insists or sends him letters or anything. I never asked him out but I never had the guts to anyway. Billy was really quite the looker. With his messy caramel colored hair and his hazel eyes, no one would say no to a date.

"Good. You're ready. How do I look?" Jazzy says as she comes out of the en-suite bathroom.

"Great." I answer truthfully. She looks the opposite from how I do. She is wearing a black and white phoenix shirt and white shorts with black ballet flats. Not to mention that her once blonde, now dark brown hair is swept in a high ponytail that only she would achieve. My hair kept its natural color of a dark blonde. The only thing to prove we're twins is our eyes. Strong electric blue with large flecks of gold.

"If I stay here any longer, my head will have so many thoughts it will seriously explode." I groan and Jazzy pulls me up and we walk downstairs to her witch foster mother.

"Say it clearly!" Ms Verres calls and Jazzy floos toward the platform.

I bid Ms Verres a quick goodbye and lift a handful of the thin floo powder with all our suitcases in the fireplace beside me and exclaim, "Platform 9 and 3/4!"

There is a vanishing feeling and I find myself tumbling out of the boiler room.

"Come on, Rosie." Jazzy says as she dusts me off and picks up our suitcases.

"Now, lets go find an empty whatcha-ma-callit." Jazzy shrugs and I walk beside her as we drop off our bags in the pile and then walk into an empty compartment.

We talk about our favorite three subjects: Fashion, Billy and Billy. Then we were interrupted by three people. Isobelle Lupin and Belle Potter. And Billy Grey.

"Bye, Isobelle!" Billy calls as Izzo gives him a quick hug and our two best friends walk inside.

"Are you dating him?" Jazzy demands as soon as Billy closed the door behind him.

"No, he was there for me when something happened. That's it." Izzo reassures.

Belle sticks out her tongue and Izzo grins at her while Jazzy and I laugh at them.

"Hows your Gramps?" I ask Belle, remembering that she had said something at the end of our fifth year.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah! He told me that i'm lucky that so far nothing too exciting has happened which is a major difference from The Harry James Potter and The James Sirius Potter who lead their life filled with unpleasant surprises." Belle laughs but I raise my eyebrows. She doesn't like being famous but her great grandparents were James and Lily Potter who defied Voldemort then their son was Harry Potter who destroyed Voldemort every year until finally killing him in his seventh and then James Potter who not only raised Merlin from nothingness but also was a great actor in Muggle Studies play history.

"Yea, I guess. I kind of know. I have to carry around a burden too. The werewolf things. Remus Lupin passed onto the Teddy Lupin passed down onto the Isobelle and Josh Lupin." Izzo elaborates making huge hand gestures.

The three of us nod sympathetically. We know. We are animagus for it. I am a bear. Its actually quite helpful for play fighting Josh who is the keeper on the Gryffindor team and is all muscle. Jazzy, on the other hand, is a koala and it matches Izzo strength of basically zero. Belle is a cheetah and she liked that she was faster then others so she would run around until Josh and Izzo got tired. I loved my patronus and was so glad I was always just an 'expecto patronum' away from seeing my bear.

"Sorry Izzo." Belle murmurs and Jazzy and I agree.

"Nah, s'ok. Headmaster Merlin doesn't mind. He actually thinks its cool. Diversity and all." Izzo laughs, her lean figure hunching over.

"Oh! My moms pregnant! Dad is so happy!" Belle exclaims and I jump up.

"Thats great! Chocolate Frog for you." I say and leave the compartment only to return a few minutes later with arms full of candy. "My treat." I beam and we all dig in.

"So. Full." Izzo moans fifteen minutes later when the floor that had been littered in delicious candy was now littered in their wrappings.

"Hey, you're lucky you have your mom's metabolism. Stupid Veela genes. I want some." Jazzy complains, her legs up between Belle and Izzo in front of us.

"No. They are a pain in the ass. The metabolism's good. I like that part though."

"You don't have to rub it in my face. You have Victoire Weasley for a mother!"

"Im not and it sucks, she keeps warning me about stupid guys. Do you actually want guys wolf whistling at you even if they are…like… sixty? You don't. Trust me."

"Yes! YES, I DO!"

"Hallo." Hollie Weasley and Colleen Hysell standing in the door. Jazzy and Izzo stop fighting and stare at them.

Hollie takes out her wand and waves it, muttering a spell, and the trash disappears.

Then the two of them plop down next to us and the still open door gets shut behind Brandon Lorentz. He stays standing.

"Look, you six. I still hate you and I always will but I just want a short treaty."

Hmm. Mortal enemy being nice-ish. Something's wrong here.

"What are your conditions?" Jazzy asks cooly, flipping from Fun Jazzy to Prim and Proper Jasmine.

"Stay the hell out of my way and do not talk to any of your friends in my house. You can have your stupid Ravenclaw, scared Hufflepuff and wimpy Gryffindors. Just. Leave. Slytherin. Alone." Brandon hisses and his black eyes flash with an expression that confuses me.

"No." Jazzy says simply.

Brandon starts to turn red. "What?"

"N.O. No. I am not giving up on my friends for a stupid treaty that wont even work." She clarifies. Everyone else just stares at their conversation in awe.

"Fine. But watch out, your year is going to be a living hell."

"Until you get expelled. Ta-ta, Brandork." Jazzy says sweetly, and I feel she may have taken it a step too far.

"Brandork? Really? What are we? Five?" Colleen raises her eyebrows.

"Shut up, Collie." Jazzy mutters.

The five of us giggle at Jazzy while she twists her dark brown hair into a bun.

We travel the rest of the way to Hogwarts, the hills hurtling past us.

A/N: Is it that obvious that I had been working on this story for a while? To have an upload less then fifteen minutes after the previous one? Merry Christmas!

Keep your fingers crossed that I get to start over when I get to school!

November Hailey