Disclaiming Ozone Layer: I do not own Harry Pot-Pot

Sorry it took so long to post this- School has been very busy, but now IT'S OVER!!

Swan climbed up the steps into the train, looking around curiously. A sudden burst of dizziness swept through her as she felt the spells covering the entire train. There were spells of all kinds, on the ground, on the other students, and even on the windows! Quickly, Swan walked down the corridor until she finally reached a small compartment that was squeezed right next to the bathrooms. She slammed the compartment door behind her and sat down on the velvet seats. The rush of spells slowed gently, giving Swan the time to levitate her suitcase on the racks, pull away the shrinking appliance, lock the compartment door, and take off a strong spell that tracked who happened to be inside the compartment. Her head cleared and she relaxed as another rush of kids stormed onto the train.

A few minutes later, Swan was already bored. The train smoothly started moving, just as Swan got a brilliant idea to make a map of the train and spell it to track the people, just like the spell that had once been around her compartment. She summoned her favorite book to her and swept through the pages until she stopped at page 135. This was one of her most important books because her father was the co-author. He had taken millions of spells and broken them down into extremely simply versions, just for her.

Then she slid her wand from her sleeve, since she had never attempted this kind of spell before. Swan rubbed her wand gently as she recited proudly, "Fifteen inches, blackwood. The core is a mixture of several unicorn hairs and a strand of mermaid hair." She flicked her hair out of the way and began reading, "Scelliato, this version is most effective with four people, but the adapted spell can effectively be done by one person…The wand motion is half a circle and…"

Swan closed the large book and set a scroll of paper on it. She cleared her throat and swallowed before following the directions and firmly saying, "Scelliato." The spell seemed to have done nothing, but when Swan tried to push even more magic into the spell, faint grey lines drifted slowly on the paper, joined by very light pink dots and even lighter green names. Swan sighed at her weak spell wishing she were more powerful. She would have failed completely without the tracking spell that was already set around all the compartments. Her eyes swiftly zipped through all the names. Many she knew, including those her father had warned her against. She came to an abrupt spot when she noticed Sirius Black, from one of the longest and darkest lines of wizards. But the most astonishing thing was that he had just entered James Potter's compartment. Swan smiled, her amazement gone, when Black's dot practically flew from the room.

Hopefully, the Slytherins will learn their place: In jail!

Swan suddenly felt ashamed at her thoughts. It had always been her father's opinion to throw Dark wizards in jail, but Lucius had been quite decent. She looked out the window in puzzlement.



Are Slytherins really that bad? Maybe Father was wrong?

Swan sighed in frustration, if Father had heard my thoughts; he would have…Swan frowned; she didn't know what her father would do, because after all, she would never be crazy enough to tell him her thoughts.

She looked back at her makeshift map and read out the countless names she spotted, "Lisa Devan, Remus Lupin, Dammion Tennings, Severus Snape, Curtis Lee." Swan frowned as one of the compartments flickered, then washed away completely. "I suppose whoever was in there is clever enough to disable the spells around him too!"

Her wand slipped from her sweaty hands and the map flickered, then disappeared. She tiredly packed the now empty paper and her book away and relaxed a little more on the seats, knowing no one would be bothering her for quite some time, so it was safe to doze off…

And it wasn't until much later that she woke up to a fast knocking on the locked door. Swan jumped up, feeling refreshed, and took away the locking spell she had placed on the door.

"Well finally!" An older girl with short brown hair huffed as she slid the door open, "I had better tell someone this door is jammed!" She paused and looked at Swan calmly, "Oh, sorry. My name is Carrie Drade. I'm simply doing rounds to tell everyone we're nearly at Hogwarts, so you should change into your school robes."

Swan glared at the girl and muttered, "Fine." Then she slammed the door and smirked as Carrie stood dumbstruck in the middle of the hallway.

She was starting to think the other students were weaklings; most of the beginners had never even used magic before, or ever done any spells! Going to school was absolutely pointless. Swan snapped her fingers and her robes were instantly changed into the school uniform. She looked down in disgust, "I certainly don't understand why anyone would ever design these drab robes."

Already the train was slowing down slightly, and Swan flinched as she felt a presence enter the room. She tried not to look around suspiciously, but instead sat down with her back to the window. Swan cleared her throat and took on a snotty voice, "Do you know that an invisibility cloak has several properties that make it completely useless? For example, you can be heard, tracked, or sensed with certain spells."

The person remained silent; it seemed they were holding their breath, hoping Swan would believe it was a mistake and forget it. Swan sighed and spoke up again, a little sarcastically, "I'm not barmy, you know. In fact," she giggled, "I'm sure you'd like to know the compartment door is open, as you caught your invisibility cloak in it."

A loud sigh drifted through the compartment as a woman because visible after she pulled off the cloak. She was rather young, with strange eyes and short black hair that curled slightly to frame her high cheek bones. Swan narrowed her eyes as she sensed a very small type of magic activated.

The girl in front of her gently folded the prized cloak as Swan pondered the familiar magic. Finally, Swan snapped her fingers and exclaimed, "You're a Metamorphagus! And the only other one I know of…" Swan peered at the girl, "…is Andromeda Black!"

Andromeda's face went through several emotions before she asked, "How do you know that?"

She attempted to stash the invisibility cloak in her satchel. Unfortunately, the girl had forgotten that her prized cloak was still firmly stuck in the door. It unfolded and fell to the floor just as Andromeda was about to step forward, no doubt to once again demand how Swan knew about her powers. Andromeda tripped over her own cloak, flailed widely, and then toppled over head first. Swan hid her slight smile easily and sidestepped the woman, but much to her surprise, when Andromeda stood up, she had a wide grin spread on her face. She dusted herself off and straightened first her green Slytherin tie then her prefect badge. Andromeda grinned cheekily at Swan, "My apologies! But you should know, around me 'tis expected."

Swan sat down with a sigh, knowing that getting rid of this much-too-happy person would take a very long time. Unfortunately, Andromeda only got even more cheerful as she exclaimed, "So, how did you know I can change my eye color, hair color, or fingernail length? Metamorphagus," she frowned, "or, at least, I think that's what it's called."

Swan gave her an extremely bored glare and replied, "I'm Swan Rogue."

A look of understanding flickered on Andromeda's face, "Of course! You would know everything about us, since your father spies on us practically every waking moment of the day!"

Swan blinked, stunned. Gone was the joyful, yet a little too clumsy figure; only a cold and spiteful person remained. Swan's eyes narrowed and she instantly stood up for her family, "Well, rightly so! You are the Black family, longest chain of Dark wizards and some of the worst."

Andromeda smirked, "I suppose that's what you're father gets you to believe, and meanwhile, you're probably stuffing yourself with multicolored bonbons." A slightly pained look crossed her features, "I gave up listening to my own dear father a long time ago."

Swan frowned, "But that's not right! Your father is prime authority to the family and he is a-" She stopped, remembering the father in question was deeply involved in Dark Arts.

Andromeda smirked again, "Fatherly figure, you were going to say? One day, you'll learn to only trust what you have come to understand and know for yourself." She spun around, intent on leaving, but Swan called out, "Wait!"

Andromeda, who was currently attempting to tug her bag through the door, stopped and turned around, an annoyed glare etched on her face. "What?"

Swan shifted uncomfortably, "Er... what are…multicolored bonbons?"

"They don't really exist, "Andromeda smirked, "I was just making up a sort of fancy sounding candy."

Swan frowned again, "What is a candy?"

It was Andromeda's turn to be surprised, "Candy? Another word for Hem's Bubble Gum? Snichicals? Fire Tic-Tacs? Wasp Attack?" Andromeda huffed as she plopped down on the seat next to her, "Where do you live, anyway?"

Swan frowned, wondering what this had to do with 'candy', but replied nevertheless, "I don't know. Father said it would be too dangerous for him if someone read my mind and knew where we lived."

Understandably, Andromeda's jaw dropped, "You mean you've never seen the outside of your house?"

Swan frowned, "You have? You mean, anyone could read your mind and find out where you live?" She wondered briefly how the girl before her was still alive.

Andromeda laughed, "Well, they could just ask me, and who would want to know where I lived to begin with?"

"Your enemies, perhaps!" Swan scoffed.

"I don't have any…well, any real enemies. Why? Do you?"

Swan paused, thinking, "I don't have any personally, but my father has quite a few."

Andromeda pulled Swan in a forceful hug as she exclaimed, "You poor neglected thing! I bet you don't even know what a wand is! That Auror probably thinks learning magic is dangerous for your health, but don't you worry, the great Andromeda will show you what you need to know."

Swan grimaced and pushed Andromeda away from her. At that moment, the train slammed to a stop and Andromeda toppled over with an 'oof'. Swan stood up gracefully as she dusted herself off, "Right then. Good bye."

But Andromeda jumped up cheerfully and swung out the compartment door with a loud "Good bye!" Swan raised her eyebrows at the strange fifteen-year-old girl; so far, the Slytherins didn't seem so evil. Swan took a deep breath and walked down the hallway and down the steps into the large crowd of madly bustling students. She squinted through the darkness, wondering how she would possibly survive the crowd of people.

Thanks for reading!

Glowfish36

Signing off.