So the time has come and Rory is going to Hogwarts. MY LITTLE OC IS GROWING UP SO FAST! From now on I think Sunday will be my update day so WOOO! STABILITY! Let's see how long this lasts... Feel free to criticise my French. There's not much but still.

Disclaimer; I am not JK, and so I do not own Harry Potter. If I was JK, there would be a lot more than seven books. (I also realise I forgot to do this for the last two chapters, but anyway)

-Q

On the morning of September 1st, I woke extremely early.

Actually, that's a lie. I never slept.

As Vi snored away, occasionally twitching (I told her about that once and she said I was fibbing. That led to 'ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?' 'WELL I AIN'T CALLING YOU A TRUTHER.', which was followed by us crying with laughter at how blatantly funny we are), while I looked at the clock every two minutes, willing time to speed up.

When 5:00 am rolled around, I decided it was late enough, and began jumping on Violet. I still have the scar on my forearm to prove she pushed me off the bed, causing me to catch my arm off of an out of place screw from the bed. She still claims that the scar didn't appear until I came back for summer after First Year (this topic usually leads to the Liar/Truther topic, then laughter).

We got dressed and checked I had packed everything, I said a 45 minute long goodbye, in which I promised to send a letter with a school owl at least three times a week, and birthday and Christmas presents.

At ten past six, Ms Jones drove me to Cardiff Central, checked I had a ticket and made sure I was in the queue. The train left at seven and didn't arrive until half past nine, so I was starving. I had breakfast in a cafe before I went looking for my train.

Platform Nine and Three Quarters, as it turned out, didn't exist. And anyone who works in Kings Cross gets extremely irritated when you ask where it is, and start muttering 'every bloody year...' and other such things.

I actually gave up at one point, deciding Longbottom was a crackpot, Diagon Alley was a delusion and I was a fool, before a family of five passed me.

'I'M GOING TO MISS THE TRAIN AND I'LL NEVER GET TO HOGWARTS AND I'LL LOSE MY MAGIC AND...AND...MÈRE ÉCOUTEZ-VOUS!'

'Dominique Weasley, if you are not careful, you will be 'ome-schooled!'

'Sorry.'

A strawberry blonde girl was walking with her older sister and mother pushing trollies with trucks and owl cages on them. And my god they were all stunning. A tall red haired man followed them with a blonde boy of about nine, and they were sniggering behind the women.

I nearly ignored them completely until it registered with me that the girl had said Hogwarts. I ran after them, thinking it might be my only way to get to the train.

I tapped the woman on the shoulder before she turned around, looking confusedly at me.

'Yes? May I 'elp you?' she said in a thick French accent.

' Sorry, it's just I have no idea how to get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters and if I don't get on the I half to lug all my luggage back to Cardiff and the Ms Jones will probably kill me, so how do you get there?' I had said this all extremely fast, and the poor woman looked even more confused. Her family, however, looked as if they had never seen anything funnier in their lives.

'Pardon-moi, what did you say?' She questioned.

Well done, Rory, confuse the French woman with your accent and talking like you're being fast-forwarded, I thought to myself.

'Mère, she just asked-'

But I had already started repeating myself in French, leaving a dumbfounded look on the family's face.

When I finished, the woman cracked a smile, and explained to me that I had to run through the barrier between the platforms nine and ten. She made her two daughters run through first to demonstrate first, before running through with me. She then made her husband put my trunk on the train with Dominique's, and before I knew it, 11 o'clock struck and I was sitting in a moving train with a girl I had never said a word to.

We sat there for a few minutes, staring out the window, until Dominique burst.

'HI I'M DOM WHO ARE YOU AND WHERE DID YOU LEARN FRENCH?'

I think I must have looked petrified, because as Dom's older sister and a blue haired boy walked in, the older girl said 'Jesus, Dom, what have you done? I left you for five minutes!'

The blue haired boy laughed and introduced them.

'Hi, I'm Teddy Lupin and these two are Victoire and Dominique Weasley, but Vic and Dom for short.' He said nicely, while shooting glances at the two girls.

'I already introduced myself, Teddy.' Dom huffed.

'Well, we thought you were after screaming at her or something.' Victoire said.

Dom turned red at this, making Victoire cry out in, well, victory (no pun intended). 'AHA! I knew it.' she said smugly.

Teddy sighed and sat down beside me 'What did you say your name was?'

'I didn't actually say my name. I think I was in shock a little.'

Teddy laughed 'I think it's a normal reaction to the Weasleys nowadays.'

Weasley. Weasley. I think I heard that before. OH, OH It was in that history book! Something to do with a war before I was born, but I only skimmed that book because I wanted to read the transfiguration again. Typical, I didn't read the useful book.

Teddy took my silence as being confused and asked if I was a muggleborn.

'Ehm, I think so?'

Teddy smiled again. He was so cheerful, it was lovely.

'So, what's your name?' Dom and Vic joined in the conversation.

'Oh, well it's Rory.'

'Rory?'

'Isn't that a boy's name?'

'DOM!'

'Sorry.'

I laughed. The sisters were so funny together.

'It's more of a nickname I suppose. My real name is Aurora, but that is literally so stuck up I could choke.'

'That makes much more sense.' Dom looked like she had just figured out the meaning of life.

'Right so, Rory. Vic and I have to go to a Prefects' Meeting, so we'll see you later.' Dom and I said our goodbyes before starting to make jokes and tell funny stories.

Halfway through Dom's story about a game of Quidditch (it was played on brooms, something I thought was unbelievable), two boys strolled into our compartment.

'See! I told you Fred, I knew I could smell Dom!'

'Ah, dear cousin, I never doubted you.'

'OI! Shut up!' Dom ordered.

'But, dearest Dommikins, if we did shut up, how could we introduce ourselves to your friend here?' Said the boy with the curly brown/red hair.

'That would be most rude of us.' The boy with the messy black hair said, looking mortified.

'Fine.' grumbled Dom.

The two boys rushed to kneel in front of me, each grabbing one of my hands, before make the most outlandish introductions I would ever hear in all my eleven years.

'I, kind lady, am Fredrick Percival Weasley the Second, and I am honoured to meet you' said the curly haired boy.

'And I, fair maiden, am James Sirius Potter, also the Second. I am delighted to have the pleasure of being in your acquaintance.' Said the messy haired boy, before they both bowed their heads. I was now convinced they practiced this. It was reinforced by the fact I saw Dom roll her eyes, and mutter 'Not again'.

'Wouldst thou kindly bestow your name upon us?'

I raised an eyebrow, before quickly saying 'Rory', hoping it would make them stop. It didn't.

'No! You must grace us with your full name!' They cried.

'Will it make you stop?'

They looked at each other, before the both replied 'Maybe'.

I sighed. I really did hate my name.

'It's Aurora Hestia Carrow, but please call me Rory.'

I looked at the boys. They both looked stunned. I looked at Dom and she had the same expression.

The boys immediately dropped my hands and sprang up. Their eyes hardened, and they crossed their arms over their chest. Dom stayed where she was, frozen in shock.

'What? I know my name's weird, but-'

'Filthy Death Eater scum.' spat James.

'What?' I don't think I had ever been more confused in my life.

'You heard him. You're the spawn of some God awful Death Eaters, who tortured KIDS if they didn't agree with Voldemort.' Fred was glaring at me.

'I don't understand... What's a Voldy-mort?'

'Don't play with us, you stupid cow. We know who you are. You're the kid of an evil, worthless git, and you're probably just like him.'

I never expected that. I thought if I went to Hogwarts, I'd be with people like me. But in those few minutes I realised nothing had changed. By the sounds of it, it was actually worse.

I stood up, grabbed my school uniform, and ran out the door.

I ran until I found a toilet. I opened it and locked the door behind me. As a rule of mine, I didn't cry. It wasn't going to get me anywhere, and it prevented me from solving the problem.

But rules are made to be broken.