James Potter wove through the crowd, trying to get away from his father before people began to stare. He loved his father, but after five years of people gaping as he made his way to the train, he was ready to have a break. All the sudden he heard gasps behind him. One girl even let out a scream. He rolled his eyes; some people took seeing Harry Potter way to seriously. He glanced behind him, only to be surprised to see his father nowhere in sight. Instead, people were looking at a large group of people.

There was about a dozen and a half people standing in a big circle. They all seemed to realize everyone was staring, and one girl around his age bent her head. She almost looked angry. A few people he didn't recognize whispered about them, and he was certain he heard someone whisper, 'Charmed'. He shook his head. Why anyone would care about that many people was beyond him. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned around to see his mother's smirk.

"Thought you could get away? Your father wants to say goodbye before you leave." She led him over to where their family was standing, and James smiled begrudgingly. His sister's red hair stuck out in the crowd, although if he didn't know it was she he would have just thought she was another Weasley. Albus was scanning all around him for his friends, and gave James a sidelong glance with his green eyes. He wanted to be on the train just as badly as James did. James walked up and looked up at his dad. His father was taller only by an inch and a half, and they looked almost identical, if it wasn't for James's brown eyes that held the Weasley stare. His mother hugged him, her and he patted her red hair.

"Watch out you three, behave yourselves," His father said with a smile, hugging Lily and patting Al on the back. He smiled at James, clasping hands for a second, "Especially you." James smiled cheekily.

"Why would you say that Dad? Who do you think I got it from?" His father laughed slightly, but his mother gave him a stern look.

"James. I don't want to have to send a letter," She murmured under her breath as she said a quick goodbye to Lily. She smiled at her three children. Lily patted her mother's stomach.

"You're a girl, right?" She asked the bump that had recently replaced their mothers trim figure.

"I think it looks like a boy," Al stated absent-mindedly. Lily answered with a punch in the arm. "OW!" Al snapped under his breath. "Wait till we get on the train." Harry gave Al a questioning look, and Al rolled his eyes. "Come on James, let's go find a compartment."

"By Mum and Dad." James said with a slight wave. He felt a little homesick already, but knew it would pass once he saw the castle doors again. As he got on the train, he noticed a few compartments had been added recently. Also, the candles had been replaced with new light bulbs in many of the rooms. It seemed strange to him, especially since the candles were enchanted to never burn the place down. Why would the Hogwarts Express need electricity?

He shrugged it off, opening a compartment door and slipping on his Prefect badge. He had been thrilled to get it this year, and Al had already tried to ruin it twice. James plopped down as Al moved to another compartment, looking for his friends. James laid his head back, waving to a few of his cousins as they passed. Rose was the only one to stick her head in, but he didn't mind. Finally the people entered whom he had been waiting for. Fred walked in, smiling and crashing down beside James. Behind him followed Sarah Longbottom, who was one of James's best friends. He teased her because she liked Fred so much, but she still put up with it. Edward Wood followed close behind, shutting the door behind him. This was James's immediate group of friends. They had others, but they rarely spent time with them because it got too dramatic for the fifteen-year-old children.

"How was everyone's summer?" Fred asked as he slid over to the seat by the door, lifting his feet on the seat, "And did you see the spectacle at the train station?"

"Mine was uneventful, my father is already trying to get me scouted for Quidditch though." Edward shrugged. His father was the captain of Puddlemere United and had high hopes for Edward as a Keeper for another team. Edward played the game for fun, but didn't have the heart to tell his father he didn't see himself going any further. He told his friends he would play in the professional field for two years than bow out. "I did see the spectacle, and a bunch of kids are talking about it."

"My father knows what it's about. He explained it," Sarah cut in, giving a small knowing smile.

James looked at all his friends, somewhat put out that he didn't have any idea what they were talking about. "What does your father know? What spectacle?"

"You didn't see it? You haven't heard. What planet do you live on?" Fred asked. He rolled his eyes. "You mean you didn't see fifteen people come in with shiny blue lights? Freaked out half the witches and wizards."

James thought about the people he saw on the platform. "Oh, those people. I was wondering what everyone was staring at. My back was turned to them when I cam in. Sarah, who are they?"

"They're witches." She said with a smile.

"Thank you Love, but I sort of had that one pegged." Fred said with a roll of his eyes. Sarah's cheeks were dusted pink as he called her Love, and she gave him a small push. He ran a finger througb his spiked red hair.

"No, I mean the BOYS are too. My father explained it to me. They come from a different magic, the Ministry calls it Level two. It's evolved from us, but they have specialized powers. The blue lights is a form of gaurdian angel power for their type of magic, but that particular family has it running through their blood. They don't even have wands, but the magic schools have combined when the only Level two school burned down. I guess it was a big deal and now we have at least thirty new Level two students." She folded her arms, proud that her father was a professor who knew the ins and outs.

"That explains the extra compartments," James said, letting the pieces fall together. He fiddled with his wand, a ewe with a dragon heartstring woven in. It was extremely rare dragon, and he had always been proud of it. Now it disappointed him somewhat. That magic had their own personal power, with gaurdian angels. It seemed more enticing. Of course, their magic probably seemed cool to the 'witches', as Sarah called them. "I can't wait to meet them."

"What, and finally get a girlfriend," Edward shot in with a lazy grin. James kicked out his foot, reaching Edward from across the aisle. As his foot collided with Edward's calf, a loud noise banged in the hallway.

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Peyton rested her head on her fist, looking at the cards in her other hand. "Any threes?" she asked J.R. with a sigh. He shook his head, and she grabbed a card. They had been looked at with disdain by a bunch of people as they entered the train, and Peyton had a slight feeling that many of the witches and wizards from Level one weren't going to accept the witches of level two with open arms. So she and J.R. had grabbed a compartment with Melinda, Hannah, and Prue. Melinda and Prue were talking about the school, reading a book that described the different houses. They kept snickering, and claimed that Heather was a born Ravenclaw. Heather had opted to go find Chris and Wyatt. She and Hannah had gotten in another fight. Both girls were polar opposites, and on rare occasions they didn't fight. Peyton knew both loved each other, but she knew that Heather's preppy attitude clashed with Hannah's earth rocker style chic. Now Hannah had her I-pod in her ears, listening to a new cover band they had heard at Golden Gate Park a month ago.

"So, ready to meet some new people?" She asked J.R., growing more bored of the game ever second.

"Yeah, let's blow this Popsicle stand." She smiled, standing up as she and her cousin slipped out. As they walked through the hall, a few heads peaked out. For the most part they didn't say anything, but Peyton saw a few level two witches from Magic School. They waved and closed the doors again. She had a few friends from Magic School, but they had all gone to different schools. She felt a dull ache at the nervous air came around her.

"Do you think they have security against demons?" Peyton asked, thinking about it for the first time.

"I'm sure, they've protected all of their witches and wizards for…" J.R. never finished as he was suddenly hurtled through the air. He crashed into the opposite wall, and Peyton let out a scream. She had been caught off guard, and as she turned around she came face-to-face with a demon. His red eyes gleamed, and his face was striped with colors of red and black. Two horns protruded out of his head, and recognition filtered through her body as he grabbed her neck. He lifted her up, looking at her with complete distain.

"Bel-Belthazor," she breathed in disbelief. She had looked at his picture, memorized it. Her mother had told her stories about the man she once loved, but he was supposed to be gone. All the sudden a stream of red light blew past her ear and caught Belthazor off guard. He let go and she fell to the ground. Her head whipped around, looking at a boy with scraggly black hair and light brown eyes. Her stomach jolted, but she turned back to Belthazor. Feeling panicked, she raised her hands and a blast came at his shoulder. She had just gotten that power, and had yet to control it, but it did little damage to the upper-level demon. He looked down at his clothes, and looked back at her. He growled, but shimmered out. She let out a breath, and then turned to J.R. who was unconscious on the floor. "Chris!" She called out as she ran down the hall. Chris was faster at answering and was a better healer than Wyatt, so she decided he was the best choice. The boy who had helped her was already kneeling down beside J.R. as she joined him, and she saw a few of his friends out of the corner of her eye from the compartment he had come from. Other children were peeking out of their places, and gasping as they saw the boy with blood pouring out.

Orbs came in behind her and she looked at Chris. "Heal him, demonic wound." He didn't ask any questions. Peyton helped him flip J.R. over, and Chris raised his hands. His hands lit up, and the blood started to pool back into J.R. a few girls gasped louder, and the boy who sat with the Halliwells had his eyes grow large as he watched it close up. Peyton gave him a smile. He was around her age, and he was cute. "Hey, thanks for the help back there." She probably didn't need it, but she had appreciated it anyways. He looked up at her and nodded slowly.

"I um…have to go to my prefect meeting." He got up and walked away, almost in a daze. She laughed a little, looking at Chris.

"What the hell is a perfect?" She asked with a smile.

"Shh…it's a prefect. And I learned that they are like the hall monitors and Resident advisor for the houses. They can give out detentions and stuff." She nodded.

"So how is Professor Chris today?" She asked.

"Who did this?" He looked back at J.R. "Unless you just lost your temper and did it to him." She shoved him a little.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She said, looking at the spot Belthazor had shimmered out of.

"Try me…"

"Remember my mom's ex…Cole Turner."

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