Howdy! I'm sorry its taken a few days longer then normal, but I got distracted by The Host. I love that book! Would you guys read a story if it was a crossover of The Host and Harry Potter? Let me know. Oh and if you are reading this and haven't read Hermione Cullen, you might be confused. I suggest reading it. Anyways, I hope you like this.

Hermione walked back onto the train, grinning.

Have fun, her father had told her. She knew that Hogwarts had been a very special place for him. I guess he wants it to be speical for me too, she thought as she walked back into the cabin where she had put her things.

George was sitting scross from his little brother Ron, who was holding a rat.

"What's that?" Hermione asked, pointing at the ugly thing as she took a seat next to George.

"This is Scrabbers," Ron announced proudly, holding up the creator. "He's been in the family for years."

"He's one of the ugliest things I've ever seen," she replied without thinking. She put her hand up to her mouth, shocked that she had been so frank.

"I am so sorry," she tried to apologize, as Ron and George laughed.

"Don't be," George reassured her. "He is one of the ugliest things on earth, we all know that."

"But he's very loyal," Ron defended the hideous thing.

Wanting to change the subject, Hermione asked, "Where's Fred? I haven't seen him since he saved us from my parents."

"He's around here somewhere," George replied as if it were no big deal where his twin was.

"I bet he's in with Lee," Ron said. "I saw him carrying around a box that everyone was crowding around.

"Really?" George asked, intrigued. He quickly pretended it was no big deal saying, "It's probably just new ink or something like that."

Hermione smiled, knowing that he really wanted to go check out what this Lee person had. "You can go look. I'm perfectly fine here with Ron," she said, trying to assure him that she didn't need watching.

"Yeah and the train hasn't even started yet," Ron added.

George stood and stretched as if he had been sitting down for hours instead of just a few minutes.

"I guess I could use a little walk before we start moving. I'll be back soon," he promised as he opened the door to the crowded hall.

Hermione shook her head, thinking how funny George was. She stood to retrieve Melody's holder, not wanting to forget to do it.

The door opened, causing both to look over, expecting George to have come back quickly.

"Do you have room for one more?" a boy asked holding onto an owl cage and a trunk.

Hermione looked over at Ron, who patted the seat next to him. "There's room right here," he insisted.

"Thank you so much," the boy replied. Her carried his things into the cabin and sat his our cage onto the seat while he tried to hoist his trunk up next to Ron's.

"Let me help you with that, mate," Ron offered, standing and taking one side of the boys trunk.

"Don't hurt yourself again, Ron," Hermione replied, not being able to resist teasing him.

The boys achieved their task and Ron gave Hermione a look as he sat down. The new boy placed his white owl securely in between the two trunks so that it wouldn't fall when the train started. George had done the same thing for Harmony while she had been saying goodbye to her parents.

"Thanks for your help," the new boy said to Ron.

"No problem," he insisted as they heard the whistle to the train sound. They felt the train slowly start going down the tracks.

Hermione grinned, not believing that she was finally on her way to Hogwarts. She looked over at the boys and saw that they were just as happy as she felt.

"I can't believe I'm finally going to Hogwarts," Ron said, placing his hands behind his head and crossing his legs at the ankles. "I've waited for this my whole life, while watching my five brothers go before me."

"I've only waited a few months," Hermione replied. "I can't imagine having to wait so long."

"Me too," replied the new comer, who seemed to be enjoying the conversation.

"Oh, are you Muggle born?" Ron asked, excited to learn more about muggle things.

"Ron, don't be rude," Hermione scolded him, not wanting him to fell uncomfortable.

"No, I've lived with my aunt and uncle, who are muggles," he explained.

"Oh," Ron said, pondering his answer.

"We've been extremely rude. I'm Hermione Cullen," she introduced herself.

"And I'm Ron Weasley," he said sticking his hand out for the boy to shake.

"I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you," he replied, shaking Ron's hand. "Nice to meet both of you."

Ron and Hermione's eyes both almost bulged out of their faces. Did he just say his name is HARRY POTTER? Hermione thought to herself. Although she hadn't grown up knowing anything about the wizarding world, she had heard stories and read about it over the past few months. She knew all about the boy who lived.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out, openly trying to stare at the scar that was barely visible under his hair. Hermione glared at Ron, appalled.

"Why are you being so RUDE!?" Hermione demanded of Ron.

"Because he's been around Fred and I too long," George answered grinning as he came in the compartment. He looked at Hermione and saw that she wasn't amused and quickly stopped grinning.

"What as he doing to be...BLOODY HELL! Its Harry Potter!" George exclaimed, just as tactlessly as his younger brother.

"Really?" Hermione huffed, upset with the rudeness. "Please forgive them. They really weren't raised by a pack of wolves," she said to Harry, who looked like he was quite enjoying himself.

"That's alright," Harry insisted.

"I'm so sorry for being rude," George said, taking his seat next to Hermione. "It's just that we've heard all about you and we never really thought we would get to meet you. I'm George Weasley," he added, extending his hand to Harry.

"Pleased to meet you, George. I didnt know my own story until a few weeks ago when Hagrid came and took me to Diagon Alley," Harry said.

"You didn' t know? How did you think you received your scare?" Ron wondered.

"My aunt and uncle told me that I received it in the car accident that killed my parents," he answered rubbing his forehead unconsciously.

"So your aunt and uncle never told you that your parents were wizards?" Hermione wondered. How could they not tell him of his background, she thought. Then remembering that until a few months ago her father had done basically the same thing, she decided not to judge the,

"No," he laughed, thinking back to the years he had spent with the Dursley's. "They seem to despise all things magical, including me. You should have seen what my uncle did when I first go my letter from Hogwarts," Harry started. He then told them quite a funny story about his uncle trying to keep the owls from arriving. He had gone as far as boarding up the mail slot and had even driven them to the coast where they had gotten in a boat and slept in a shack. Harry told them about Hagrid showing up and telling Uncle Vernon off and about the best thing of all, Dudley's new tale.

"I can't wait to meet Hagrid!" Hermione exclaimed, thinking she would enjoy his company.

"He's a funny one,"George agreed, grinning, happy that Hermione seemed to be enjoying herself.

They heard a clanging sound outside their door when a women opened it and asked, "Would you like anything from the cart?"

Harry and Hermione stood and walked over to look at the contents. She had never seen so many sweets before. She looked back to where Ron and George were pulling sandwiches out of bags. She bought extras but not as much as Harry, who in Hermione's opinion, could have been the reason for the phrase, 'He looked like a kid in a candy store'.

"What kind of sandwich do you have?" Hermione asked George as Harry talked to Ron, about the same thing.

"Oh, its corned beef," he answered taking a bite off of one of the sandwiches.

"Yum! I LOVE corned beef!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'll trade you one of your sandwiches for some of this," she offered sweetly.

George grinned and handed her one. "You don't have to share with me. I'll give you this for free."

"Let me share with you," she insisted, batting her eyes as a friend had recently taught her. "Please," she added, in a baby voice, causing George to laugh. He took some of her treats and enjoyed.

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