Chapter 1: Hogwarts, Here We Come!

Bianca's POV

"Zoe! Jazz!" I shook my sisters' shoulders as hard as I could. "Wake up! We're going to be late!" Hearing their mumbled protests, I left them to their own devices, imagining their reactions when they realized what time it was. I strode briskly towards my bedroom, anxious to be ready and dressed.

I was done in a few minutes, but before I could get downstairs, a full-length mirror with gold edges scurried on its stumpy legs to block the door. It was my tenth birthday present from Jazz. It would never let me leave the room without being dressed decently, which was so maddeningly annoying at times. It's good for you to take notice of your appearance. That was exactly what Jazz had said when she presented me and Zoe with the mirrors. Sighing, I turned to the stubborn mirror.

Silky ebony-black hair waved gently down my back. Piercing almond-shaped emerald green eyes stared back at me. An emerald necklace hung from a fine white gold chain, a present from my parents for my eleventh birthday. A plain blue T-shirt and skinny black jeans clung to my body, and I wore black ballet flats. A pair of glittering emerald earrings completed the outfit. Satisfied, the mirror shuffled back to its dark, dusty corner. I levitated my Hogwarts trunk down the hallway into the alcove where Dad would shrink it, smiling when I heard Zoe rumbling in her wardrobe for something her mirror would approve of. Sometimes I think Jazz gave her the pickier mirror on purpose.

I entered the warm kitchen, where Mom was standing at the stove with a frying pan and Hermione was sitting at the table having breakfast. Judging by her plate, she haven't been there for long. "Morning Mom, morning Mione." I sat down at the counter, pulling a plate of bacon and eggs towards me. "Your sisters?" Mom enquired while pouring me a glass of orange juice. "They're upstairs, getting dressed," I replied, taking a sip. Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Harry appeared, looking at us with a panic-stricken face, unaware of the fact that he was half-dressed.

"Have anyone seen my broom?" Mom and Hermione shook their heads in unison while my brow furrowed in concentration. I was pretty positive that Jazz and Zoe were the ones behind this, but the thing is, they have countless hiding places where they could have stashed Harry's broom… "Umm… I'm not sure, but I think Jazz and Zoe hid it in the compartment under the staircase near the gardens. You know… The one which you tap with your wand and say, 'Godric Gryffindor'?" "Thanks, Bia!" And with that, he was off.

The house was soon in chaos as everyone rushed around, doing and finding last-minute things. Me and Mione? We were sitting in the kitchen, polishing off the last of our breakfasts.

~TTT~

We Flooed to an alley a few blocks away from King's Cross Station. Apparently the fireplace was strictly for VIPs, and being sisters with the Twins-Who-Lived has its advantages. Hurrying through the deserted streets, we arrived at King's Cross in a matter of minutes. I stood at the entrance, wondering how in the name of Merlin were we going to battle our way to the barrier at the far end. Suddenly, without warning, Harry waved his arm frantically, shouting, "Oi, Ron! Over here!" His finger very nearly poked me in the eyes, but due to the fact that I ducked just in time, he clipped Mom right on the shoulder. While Harry was receiving a lecture on how to behave in public, I caught sight of Ronald Weasley, weaving his way towards us with his family behind him.

My eyes narrowed suspiciously as they swept over him. He was quite tall, lanky even, and his vivid red hair, so much like a burning flame, made him easy to see. But it wasn't his appearance that caught my attention. It was his aura. Somehow, I could sense that there was something… off about him. It didn't feel right. I couldn't quite pin it down, but I resolved never to trust Ronald Weasley. Not with anything. My instincts were rarely wrong, as were my sisters'. I made a mental note to discuss it privately with them later, and I turned my attention back to what Dad was saying.

"We'll go through the barrier in pairs," Dad began. "Jazz with Zoe, Bia with Ginny, and so on. Harry and Ron, you'll be last. Understand?" Everyone nodded. "Alright, go!" I ran towards the barrier with Ginny at my side, slowing down rapidly when we were through. A magnificent steam-powered train was on the tracks. The Hogwarts Express.

After promising I would write every week and being hugged, kissed and cried over for about the thousandth time, I finally was on the Hogwarts Express. Waving a final goodbye as the train pulled away, we heaved our trunks after us in search of an empty compartment. Unfortunately, every compartment was filled to its capacity, and finally we were at the last one. Sliding the doors open, Jazz peered inside cautiously. There was a girl around our age, with long blond hair and dreamy eyes staring off into the distance, a magazine lying abandoned on the seat next to her. "Hello?" she started nervously. "Do you mind if we sit here? Everywhere else is full…" She looked at us with interest. "Go on," she gestured towards the empty seats. She picked up her magazine, The Quibber, and started reading while we struggled to get our trunks on the overhead compartment.

After a long struggle with the trunks, I snapped my fingers, and my new wand, cherry and phoenix tail feather, shot into my right wand. "Wand holster," I explained to Ginny. With a swish, flick, and a muttered "Wingardium Leviosa!", the trunks settled neatly next to each other. I let go of my wand, and it shot back into the holster.

"Cool," Ginny breathed. "Who's up for a game of Exploding Snap?" Zoe asked, holding up a pack of cards which I was positive was Harry's. Almost everyone's hand shot up, and a very exciting game began. Surprisingly, we saw neither hide nor hair of Harry or that weird Ronald Weasley.

~TTT~

Hermione came in rather suddenly, narrowing avoiding having her eyebrows singed off. Even the other girl, Luna, had put her magazine down and watched with interest. "Bia, Zoe, Jazz, Ginny," she greeted us, casting a questioning glance towards Luna. "Luna," she offered. "Luna Lovegood." "I see," Mione turned back to the four of us. "You should get changed. We'll be at Hogwarts in half an hour." We quieted down quickly after hearing that, changing into our black school robes, anticipating our first sight of Hogwarts. Eventually, the train slowed down, and we got off with the rest of the students.

"Firs' years over here! Firs' years, follow me!" A gigantic man roared over the chatter of hundreds of students. "C'mon, watch yer step! Be careful!" We followed the man – which Ginny claimed to be Hagrid, the gamekeeper – down a steep, narrow path in the pitch dark. I snapped my fingers along with my sisters, and "Lumos" soon solved the problem of darkness.

There was a gasp of amazement when we caught sight of Hogwarts. Built on a high mountain, the castle of Hogwarts was a spectacular sight for all. It was enormous, with numerous turrets and towers, and the lit windows beckoned welcomingly. "No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid shouted, squeezing into one himself. Jazz, Zoe, Ginny and I quickly made for one at the front, anxious to reach Hogwarts. We soon reached land, and within moments, we found ourselves at the castle door. Hagrid knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal – Minerva McGonagall herself, much to the surprise of the three of us.

So sorry I had to end this here, but if I continued with the Sorting, it would be way too long, not to mention there are still some parts that are not completed yet. I would like to add something here as well: this story with involve some Ron-bashing near the end. Sorry about this if you like him, but well, there has to be a bad guy!

So... Until the next update!

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