My mind swirled and I felt my mind racing. Bit's and pieces of my memory flew around, and I saw something I have never seen before: a picture of me when I was small, but bleeding from a gash on my forehead. I gasped. I remember when I had accidently fallen out of the bed of the truck and they found out after they went home.

However, why was I holding a long stick? And what had happened to my hair?

My parents told me they found me in a box, with a small cut on my cheek, under the eye. So why was my mind blanking out on the memories I knew I had, and filling with these-these strange ones filled with magic. Then I woke up.

"What is this muggle doing here?"

"How could she get through?"

"Who pushed her?"

"What do you mean, who pushed her?"

I blinked, and found a group of people standing over me. And, they were all red haired, like the git I ran into at the station. "Um, where am I? And why are you wearing church robes?" The red haired girl frowned. "What? What do you see around here?" She gestured around the platform, the smoky train, and all the dressed up people. "Uh, where are you going all dressed up? Hey, isn't that the train my parents were going to make me go on? Man, where am I?"

"Oh dear, oh dear. This is the girl at the muggle station, you know, the one who was ran into me. Damn it!" Suddenly that girl appeared, and looked surprised. Before she opened her mouth I asked, "What about that explanation? Cause this is definitely a surprise: one, the hot boy I was trying to follow was near here I think, and this bunch of church choir people are staring daggers at me. What is with you people? I need to get to my parents and the train. I'm going to be late!"

I sat up suddenly and then one of the boys pulled out the stick and said something. "Stupid? I'm not stupid." I reached for the stick and grabbed it.

"Why-why isn't she stunned?" one of the twins glanced at the git with the brown haired girl.

"It didn't work. Hermione, what on earth? Did you invent a superhuman or something? I mean, she's acting like a wizard; she can see everything, like the way we see."

I rubbed my head. "So, Hermione, right? You owe me an explanation. Now, before I go mental."

Hermione glanced around wildly. "Oh, I guess it won't hurt. Okay, we are all wizards, so that is the stick. The train that you see goes straight to our school, Hogwarts, School of Wizardry, and Witchcraft. Now, explain why you can see this, unless, no. Did you get a letter about this place?"

I shook my head. "Hell no. However, my parents got this letter from a Malfoy person. His son was going to this school. Any idea who he is, cause my parents are looking for him. I heard he was sort of snobbish and rude to some kids."

The boy next to Hermione snickered. "Your parents got a letter from Malfoy? That's just-"

"Ron Weasley! What did I say about- Oh why hello, Hermione. How are you? Well, I'm glad you got here so quickly, since Ron was doing some spell or one of you boys were at least."

A short, plump woman, who looked a lot like the group of children crowned around me, was walking toward us. I gulped. "Uh, Hermione, who's this? And why do I see red?"

The woman laughed. "No, I'm Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Fred and Ted's mother. And who are you?"

Hermione cut in before I could open my mouth. "She's a muggle that can see everything, and she got a letter from Malfoy about…" She looked over at me. I opened my mouth and spilled out, "Draco and I have been good friends. His family is intertwined with mine, so there sort of happy that Mum and Dad had a girl. It's silly though, because I've heard that he's already suppose to be dating someone else at this school." I paused to both catch my breath and to register the shock on their faces, even Ron. "Oh, I almost forgot; my name is Jayne Riddle, please to meet you."