A/N: Harry Potter is owned by the talented J. K. Rowling!

If you don't remember it, then I own it.

I apologize for slacking so much on this bloody story! I've been very lazy!

But I hope to start updating more soon.

So to make up for it I am submitting three chapters in one night which should bring us up to the Sorting.

Also I just recently realized that one of my personal dear friends has been reading and is a huge fan!

So these next three chapters are dedicated to her: PrideBraveLioness.

Love to you! R&R lovelies! (:

Listen to: F*cking Perfect by P!nk

As Serenity had expected there had been a fourth person in the cart with Harry, Hermione and Ron. The young girl had stared curiously at the sleeping man that she had sat beside. Her eyes refused to leave the man's slow moving form until Hermione mentioned that his name was Professor Lupin. It was at this point that she turned her attention back to the others that she was now sitting with in the small compartment. She was glad to find that the mood that had been in the compartment before she arrived was now gone and instead was replaced with more cheerful conversation.

The young brunette spent much of the time staring out the window. Tuning into the conversation long enough to hear Ron talk about his family's trip to Egypt or Harry mention something about his Aunt. Though she really didn't know what to say to her new found acquaintances. Thus the reason she did little more than stare out the window and smile once in a while. She had even missed her name being said the first time. "Serenity!?" came Hermione's voice more forcefully, "Are you feeling alright? Didn't you hear me say your name?" There was puzzlement in the girl's bright brown eyes as she examined Serenity.

"Oh? I'm sorry I must have zoned out for a moment," Serenity replied with an earnest apologetic look upon her face, "What was it that you wanted?" Hermione exchanged looks with Harry and Ron, "We've been talking so much about ourselves that we've scarcely even bothered to ask you about yourself," she replied slowly, as if she felt she were prying too much by just suggesting it, "we were wondering if you would be willing to tell us about yourself. Where you come from. How your summer was, that sort of thing."

Serenity froze for a minute as her eyes widened a bit. She looked at the three of them as if they had just sprouted six heads and breathed fire. "You don't have to of course!" Hermione chimed in quickly with alarm when she noticed the look upon her face. "No, No," Serenity said slowly, "It's alright. I don't mind. It's just no one has ever asked." The reassurance that she was not upsetted by the question seemed to cause the bushy brunette to relax slightly. Serenity returned her gaze to look out the window as rain began to pelt against it. She was trying to find a place to begin.

"Well...I was born in London, England to a pure-blood wizarding family. The Monroe family," the mention of her name sparked a gasp out of Ron, though she ignored it and continued, "I'm the middle child. I have an elder brother named Damian. My mother sent my brother to live with her sister and moved me with her to Canada when I was very small. Though mother never told me why. Only that father had been killed as a result and out house had been lost in the fire. It was while we were in Canada that my mother had my younger brother Jaiden."

"I received my letter to Hogwarts at age eleven, just as other witches my age do, but mother wrote back to the school and told them she would be home schooling me in magic," she took a shaky breath as she picked at something on the window, "I asked mother why I couldn't go to Hogwarts but she only told me that it was to keep me safe but refused to tell me what it was I needed to be kept safe from."

Serenity looked away from the window for a moment so she could look at the faces that were staring at her. Hermione looked shocked but fascinated by the words tumbling from the brunette's mouth. Ron looked slightly uncomfortable, the Monroe name was taboo in the wizarding world and she knew that he must know that. Harry, on the other hand, was sitting staring intently at his hands. A small sigh came from the girl's mouth before she looked back to the window and continued.

"I learned quickly not to question my mother about the dreams I had or why we were hiding. So I never asked her again. Though during the summer was the last time I ever saw her alive," she felt the words catch in her throat as she spoke, "my mother left for work and before she could even make it there something killed her causing a horrid car accident. The muggle police took us and contacted our father's sister. We were collected by someone from the ministry and the body of my mother was transferred to St. Mungos to determine what killed her. However they could tell us nothing. Only that in was caused by dark magi-"

Serenity's words were cut short as the train came to a halt. "Why are we stopping? We can't be there yet." Hermione's question wasn't directed at anyone in particular as she looked around the compartment a slight look of panic on her face. Harry stood up, unlatching the door, and stuck his head out into the corridor of the train to check for a reason that would explain why the train had froze. The train gave a violent lung and sent Harry flying back into the compartment, causing Serenity to smack her head off of the sleeping Professor Lupin. "Ouch." she muttered as she rubbed the side of her head. "Sorry." he offered as he checked to make sure she was alright.

"What's going on!?" Ron asked, his voice cracking slightly. Harry turned away from Serenity once he had made sure that she was fine, "I dunno. Maybe we've broken down." The light flickered off just as Harry finished speaking. Instantly Serenity and Hermione's heads shot upwards to look at the ceiling. Fear evident on their faces even in the dim light that the moon offered. This was shaping up to be just a grand first time to Hogwarts. Hermione turned her head to the side that Ron was on suddenly, "Ouch, Ron. That was my foot."

Ron was sitting peering through the silvery sheets of rain that poured outside the train window, his hand pressed against the glass. A look of fear and uncertainty on his face. "There's something moving out there." He murmured at the lights in the compartment flickered back on for a moment before flickering back out, showing no sign of turning back on anytime soon. Serenity felt a sickening fear suddenly take over her. A fear she had never felt before. Gripping and choking. As if something had taken hold of her throat and was strangling her.