CHAPTER TWO: Familiar faces

Abby and Juliet were on the Hogwarts Express, looking for a place to sit.

"Almost every space is full, Abby. We're gonna have to bunk with someone."

"I'm game, where do you want to sit?"

"How about here? I'll ask those kids if we can sit with them."

Abby suddenly froze. One of the boys in the space was a black-haired, blue-eyed boy. Everything about him seemed familiar from his glasses to the scar on his forehead. Then she realized who he was. He was the boy from her dream.

"Hey," Juliet started, "Is it okay if my friend and I sit with you guys?"

"Sure." A brown haired girl smiled with her words

"I don't mind." One of the boys chimed in, "How 'bout you Harry? You game?"

The black haired boy looked at Juliet for a split second. "Sure. We could use the company."

Abby and Juliet sat across from each other. The red haired boy was on Juliet's side, and the black haired boy was on Abby's.

"So, what are your names?" the girl questioned.

Juliet responded first. "I'm Juliet Marie Scotts." She waited for Abby's response

"And I'm Abigail Lilly – Well, I don't know my last name. I never met my parents and nobody knew them either. Just call me Abby."

"I'm Hermione. And this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."

Abby turned to Harry. He was gazing at her with his sea-blue eyes. Abby smiled warmly.

He may have been in her dream, but she knew him from somewhere else, she just didn't know where.

"Harry, it's not nice to stare." Hermione snapped at Harry.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Abby. You just remind me of—well, my mother." Abby could see the apology in his eyes.

"It's alright. You kinda remind me of someone I know, too." She smiled to let him know she forgave him.

Their cart was silent for a few seconds, and then unbelievable pain rushed to Harrys' scar on his forehead. But he wasn't the only one hurting. Abby's scar on her wrist was in pain too.

"Ouch!" They said in unison.

Hermione, Ron, and Juliet were glaring at the two.

"Okay, could you guys be any more alike?" Ron asked inquisitively. "I mean, both of you look almost identical to Harry's parents, and you guys hurt at the same freakin' time. Please tell me you don't have the same birthdays!"

"I was born April 31st, 1981." Abby stated.

Harry's face went blank. "I-I was too." He stammered. There had been no record of anyone born on that day except for him.

"Hogwarts! Next stop, Hogwarts!" The conductor yelled. Neither of the children knew what secrets and adventures will happen in their second year.