Authors Note:This chapie might be a little shorter than the others, but that's only because I needed to divide it up from the next one...anyway, read and review as usual!

P.S. Disclaimer: (I didn't know I had to have one of these until now because I assumed it was obvious that I own none of J.K. Rowlings stuff!) So, to make it official, I own none of JKs glorious characters or locations, I wish I were that creative and talented! She is my inspiration only.


Chapter 4

On the Hogwarts Express

Andy held Draco's hand and they walked through the barrier together. As soon as they

were though he dropped her hand and took her trunk off his cart, leaving it on the ground. He

went over with his cart and joined a huddle of boys his age, without even looking at her, or

offering to help her load her trunk onto the train. Andy siged, shaking her head. He was cute, but

apparently a little self conscious none the less. Andy struggled to drag her trunk over to the train,

but was not strong enough. She managed to lift it, but wound up dropping it on her toe.

"Hey, you look like you need help."

"Yes, I do. Thank you so much!" She said, standing back as a boy with messy black hair

lifted her trunk up. All the boys here were so tall! Andy was a sucker for height, sighing she

followed the strong guy lifting her trunk to the train. He hoisted it into one of the overhead racks

and turned to face her. He was much taller than herself, probabally pushing 6 feet, but he was

very skinny, almost unhealthily so.

"Thank you, I probabally would have missed the train without your help." Andy said

laughing and pushind her curls out of her joyful blue eyes. "I owe you one!"

"No problem, what's your name? Your a first year I assume?"

"Yes, I'm Andromeda Black, but everyone calls me Andy. And you are?"

"Harry Potter." He paused as if expecting for her to say something. She did nothing, just

stared at him. When he said nothing and just started at her expectantly she started to flush.

"I'm sorry, should I know you?"

"Of course you should!" Said a bushy haired freckly girl coming up behind her. She looked

bookish and a little nerdy, but kind. "This is Harry Potter." Nothing registered on Andys face

still. "Are you telling me that you've never heard of Harry Potter? Everyone has heard of Harry

Potter!"

"Sorry." Andy said, liking the girl less the more she talked. She was slightly annoying, with

her high pitched voice and no-it-all way of saying things.

"He's the boy who deffeated You-Know-Who." Said a really tall boy who towered over

Harry. He had red hair, freckles, and a permanent red flush around his ears. He was bending

over to compencate for his height, but he only succeded in becoming more noticable.

"Sorry, I'm affraid I don't know who, who are you reffering to?" Andy asked. These

wizarding folks were wierd.

"Ron, would you please say the name? Hermione and I both do." Harry said, speaking at

last. "You don't know who Lord Voldemort is?"

"No, who?" Andy said, why couldn't they just tell her what the hell they were

jabbering about?

"He's the most evil man who ever lived. He and his death eaters killed hundreds of people

just because they were muggles." Ron said enthusiastically.

"Oh, the death eaters. I know who they are!" Andy said, glad to finally have something to

say other than 'who?'

"You know about death eaters? But you said you didn't know who Lord Voldemort was."

Harry said.

"I don't know who Lord Voldethingy is." Said Andy, not likeing the patronizing way they

were speaking to her.

"He was the leader of the death eaters." Hermione stated. "And Harry defeated him by

rebounding a curse back to Voldemort himself, only it didn't kill him, because he's back now,

and so are the death eaters." This news shocked Andy, she should not have come. They would

find her. Why did I use my fathers name? Why couldn't I have stuck with Glenn? Andy

backed up and sat down on one of the chairs.

"They're back?" Andy said, gasping for breathe, and turning white as a ghost.

"Of course, it's been in the papers all summer. Who are you?" Said Hermione, or at least,

that was what Harry had reffered to her as. "I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ron Weasley," she

pointed to the red haired boy, "and Harry Potter, who I assume you've met. What's your name,

and why don't you know about the return of Voldemort?"

"My name is Andromeda Black, but my friends call me Andy. My mother was a muggle

and my father was killed by the death eaters when I was 7. I did not know anything about

Hogwarts or magic until two moths ago when I got my Hogwarts letter. That's when I found out

about my dad being murdered by Voldemorts henchmen for leaving their ranks." Andy was still

pale, and was speaking very quietly and slowly. Harry sat down beside her, knowing better than

either of the others what it was like to have lost someone you love. Hermione sat down on the

other side of her, and Ron took the seat across from all three.

"So you really didn't know who Harry was?" She asked, skeptical. "And you had never

heard of Voldemort?" Ron shuddered in his seat as she said the name. Andy felt no draft, but

possibly it was something over on his side only. "Here, I'll give you one of my books to read,

you can't go around uninformed like this. You should really read the paper more often."

"Shut up, Hermione, she just found out she was a witch a few moths ago. Give her a break

she just found out that her fathers murderers came back." Harry said, giving her an evil look.

"Alright, alright, well, here's the book. And I hope you get sorted into Griffyndor." I hope

not, if that's the house this girl is in, Andy thought. Andy stood up taking the book and

exiting the compartement, she wanted to be alone with her thoughts right now.

"Harry, did you here that girls name?" Whispered Hermione as the girl left the

compartement.

"Yes, yes I did." He replied, still looking out the door where the lovely Andy had left.

"So, what do you think? Did Sirius ever mention having a daughter?" Hermione

whispered eagerly, moving into Andy's abandoned seat.

"I'm not thinking of Sirius." Harry muttered. "What?" "Remember last summer?

Sirius had a younger brother, who was a member of the death eaters. Remeber what

Sirius told us?" Harry asked.

"No." Hermione said, trying to think.

"Really?" Snorted Ron. "That's a first."

"Shut up Ron." Hermione said, looking back at Harry.

"He told us that his brother got murdered because he had triend to leave the death

eaters." Harry said, looking at Hermione. Their eyes met, and it all clicked. They both

nodded.

"So, wait, I don't get it."

"Oh Ron!" Hermione said, exasperated. She motioned for him to come over and she

bent forward to explain it to him.

No such luck. Andy was not going to be allowed to be alone with her thoughts, she was

going to have to suffer the company of superficial jabbering wannabees. They were insufferable.

She had accidentally wandred into a compartement filled with 3rd year Ravenclaws, and all they

talked about were boys, boys, boys, with the occasional interuption of makeup and hair. Making

an excuse about needing the powder room and made her escape. She paced the corridor,

searching for an empty room.

There was no empty room, so she entered one where the only occupants seemed as shell

shocked as she was herself. These must be first years.

"Hi, I'm Andromeda, but everyone calls me Andy, what are your names?"

"I'm Brittni, I'm a first year." Said a petite african american girl whose hair was in corn rows.

"Me too." Said Andy.

"And I'm Rachel." Said a tall, busty girl with hair as black as a ravens wing. She had eyes so

dark they were almost black as well. Her hair stretched down her back in a loose braid that was

falling out. Her cheeks were flushed and some strands stuck to her face, making it look like she

had just been outside in the cold. "I'm also a first year."

"I'm Angela." This voice was timid and small, just like the girl who spoke them. She was

even more petite than Brittni, with pale blonde curls that fell to her shoulders. "I'm in the first year

too. Nice to make your aquaintance Andromeda." I already don't like this girl, what doesn't

she get about 'everyone calls me Andy'?

"Hey, my names Daphne." This girl was average height, and skinny. She had rosy cheeks

and light brown hair that fell strait to her shoulders. Andy sat down next to Rachel and started

out the window.

"So, where are all of you from?" Asked Rachel to the entire group, but facing Andy.

"I live in London." Said Andy, "with my mum. I didn't know about Hogwarts until I got my

letter, I'm a half blood, but my dad died when I was 7, so I never knew about magic."

"Well, your story is much more interesting than mine, both my parents are wizards, although

I'm by no means a pureblood, so I've grown up with magic." Said Rachel.

"Me, I'm the same as Andy in that I never knew 'bout magic. Both my parents are alive, but

they're buth muggles." Declared Angela.

"Oh, so you're a mud blood?"

"You did not just say that!" Said Brittni. "That's so rude, you do not say that to people."

Angela's round blue eyes were welling up wth tears.

"I'm really sorry, a boy said it to me this morning, I didn't realize that it was rude. I honestly

didn't mean to offend you." Brittni, who had stood up in outrage when Andy first spoke, sat

back down.

"A boy said that to you? Today? On the train? That is so rude!"

"Yeah, only I didn't care because I didn't realize it was mean. Now I know that he's a jerk

though, and at least now I know it's not acceptable, right? No hard feelings Angela? Will you

forgive me?"

"Of course. Everyone makes mistakes." She said, wiping away the delicate little tear that

had run down her cheek. The girls spent the rest of the journey becoming aquaianted, and Andy

actually didn't mind their company. All of them except Angela at least. She found out about

houses, and how they were going to be sorted into a group. Rachel, who was Andy's favorite of

the girls and much more intelligent and mellow than any of the others, was sure she was going to

be in Slytherin, that was the house both of her parents had been in. Andy hoped she would be

with Rachel, the two girls bonded over their common hatred of Angela.

Rachel had grown up in the city, her parents were divorced, but unlike Andy she lived

primarily with her father. Rachel liked to spend her time in coffe houses and competing in poetry

slams, she was, in Andys mind, one cool cat. The girls all changed into their Hogwarts robes,

Andy shivering in anticipation. They stepped off the train after listening to an announcement over

the megaphone telling them to leave all of their luggage on the train. Andy, greatful that she

would not need to drag that thing again, walked out into the night next to Rachel.