I woke up with the smile still stuck on my face. The tower bell was ringing with a more... less evil tone to it. Or maybe that was just me. I shoved the blankets off me and ran to my dressing room. My servants were about to attack me with makeup and some huge medieval aged dress, when I stopped them. I was going to a public school. In that split second, I made a huge decision. No more servants taking care of me. No more custom made creams and charms to perfect my beauty. I was going to be like everyone else. I was gonna rough it. How bad could it possibly be?

I picked up a pencil that my servants used on me every morning on my eyes. I tried to imitate them by pulling down my lower eyelid and drawing on it, but I missed and stabbed myself in the eye. I yelled as my eye began to fill with water.

After the pain subdued, I picked up something else I recognized that they always put on my lips. I began to smear it on, but it came out all wavy and out of the line of my lip. I sighed and pouted.

Then I saw a brush thing that goes on my cheeks. I picked it up and one of the servants handed me a tray filled with a bunch of different colors I loaded the brush with a pretty bright pink. At least I couldn't mess this up… Turns out I could. Instead of the color being spread evenly across my face, there were two bright dots planted on my cheek bones.

I shook my head. This reminded me of my hair. I picked up something they use to curl it with and tried to remember out to use it. After fifteen minutes of fiddling with it, I looked at the final result: My left eye was swollen slightly, my lips looked like a blob of red gunk, my cheeks reminded me of a doll I used to have when I was five, and my hair… words cannot truly describe how my hair looked right now.

I thought I heard one of my servants snicker. That was a first. I must look REALLY bad. I ended up spending more time washing off all my work than I did putting it on. I groaned when I saw my blank face and hair in a lopsided ponytail.

Well, I've heard natural is in… so I moved on to clothing… Do I have ANYTHING that didn't make me look like I just came back from a bad time-turner accident? I had to venture to the very depth of my wardrobe to find the simplest dress I owned. I put it on, and didn't even bother depressing myself by looking in the mirror on the way out of my dressing room.

I stomped to my bedroom door, and into the hall. I wanted to say good-bye to my father before leaving. So I searched through the rooms where I thought he might be, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. As I gave up, I closed the door to the room I had been searching in and turned around. There stood Peter, smiling like and idiot, hunched over and laughing nervously. "Yes?" I asked impatiently.

"Y-Your father is off dealing with personal business. M-m-my deepest s-sympathy he could not be here to s-see you off. Although, it is p-probably for the best, s-seeing as he ordered f-five Cru-Crucios on you on ac-c-count of your behavior l-last night. You are to rep-port to the dungeon before y-you leave." He said. "Five Crucios? I don't have time for that! I'm going be late as it is." I said, walking off. "I'll t-tell! You g-get to that dungeon or I-I'll tell!" He yelled after me.

I stopped, pinched the skin on the bridge of my nose, and redirected myself towards the dungeon. It wasn't the pain I minded, no, I'd gotten used to that; it was the time it took and the soreness afterward. I sped down the hall and into the door where the dungeon was found. I skipped the stone steps by twos so I could get this over with as quickly as possible. I walked over to the torture room and kneeled, assuming the directed position.

The executioner turned to me from just finishing with some other worker. "Ah, Thomasa. In here again? Can't you just follow your father's wishes?" He asked. I was about to reply, but just stayed staring at the ground. "Ok, how many? And I'll find out if you lie." He continued. "Five." I said quickly. He sighed and pointed his wand at me. Taking his time. Why can't executioners just do their job? Finally, he repeated Crucio five times, 10 seconds apart.

I didn't scream, I just tensed up as I felt half my energy being sucked out of me. When I rose my head, he said "Oh. You didn't put on the cream I gave you, did you? I told you, Cruciatus curses make you look drained." He said. I groaned, stood up, and apparated back to my room, my legs were too sore to run. I quickly ran over to my luggage, not having time to check inside them. I grabbed my ticket off a table and with one final sigh of remembrance, I closed my eyes and apparated to the train station.

There was a pop and I opened my eyes. I was in the train station, surrounded by muggles who stopped to stare at a girl who just appeared out of nowhere. Oops... Didn't think about that... I broke into a wobbly sprint towards nowhere in particular. I glanced at my ticket and stopped. "Platform 9 ¾? Is this a joke?" I said out loud. Too loud. More muggles stopped to look at me. I spotted Platform 9 and sprinted over to it, limping on both legs.

I rounded a corner quickly. Too quickly. I slammed right into a cart full of luggage. I fell on my bottom and dropped my bags. "You bloody idiot!" I yelled at the same time some other girl did. "Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you coming, I was in a hurry..." Said a boy's voice. "Well? Help her!" Yelled the same girl's voice. I didn't see the boy's face until he bent down to help me lift my heavy bags. I turned to face him, and was met by deep, warm, brown eyes.

There was a moment where we stared into each other's eyes, as if engaging in a deep conversation without saying a word. Then he grimaced and held his hand to his forehead. He gasped and grunted in pain.

My eyes widened. Had I done something? "Are-are you alright?" I asked. He nodded and looked away, still holding his palm to his forehead. I got on my knees and pulled his hand away to examine his forehead. There wasn't anything but a strange scar... But, it was very strange, like... A lightning bolt. "Get away from him!" Yelled the same girl, running over to us. Her big wavy hair covered her face. "It's fine, it's fine..." He pushed me away roughly, "...Just a head ache... I suppose." He said before standing up. I picked up by trunks and stood up in front of him.

"Well, hi. I'm Thoma- Uh, er... Tommie." I said nervously. He looked at me as if I was murder suspect. "Hi… I'm Harry." A gesture from the girl made him continue. "Look, I'm really sorry for knocking you down." He said. He didn't sound like he was sorry. "Whatever. Sorry for… yelling at you." I said with even less sympathy in my voice.

Another gesture from the girl made him continue. He faked a smile and put my bags on his cart. "So, where are you going?" The girl asked. "Umm... Do you know where the Hogwarts Express is?" I asked. "You go to Hogwarts? I've never seen you there." He said, hate lingered in his voice. "Yeah, I'm new. I-" I started, but saw a familiar blonde pervert heading in our direction.

"I-I think we should hurry. We're gonna be late." I said. "Yes, you're right. Um, would you like to sit with us on the train?" The girl asked. "Um, su-" I was about to agree when I was spun around to the last person I wanted to see. "Ah, I see you've met Potter and the mudblood. Great. Let's go. Crabbe, Goyle, get her things." Said Draco. "You know Malfoy?" Asked Harry. "Know her? Ha! Yeah, me and Tommie... We go back..." Answered Draco, wrapping his arm around me. "Mr. Malfoy. I've told you once and I'll tell you again. Keep. Your. Distance." I said, throwing his arm off me. Harry and the girl smiled as if they'd been waiting for that their whole life.

Draco glared at me and said, "Come on. I have strict orders from your father to watch over you." "Strict orders? My father wouldn't rely on you to do anything, especially watch over me." Draco sneered at me and grabbed my arm. "We're leaving. You're coming with me." He said. "I'm not going anywhere with you." I laughed. His sneer worsened and he tightened his grip on my arm.

He was about to yell, when the girl grabbed his shoulder and spat, "That's quite enough, Malfoy." Draco let go of my arm and turned around to yell at her, but backed down when he saw Harry's expression. "Let's go boys." He said to Crabbe and Goyle.

Crabbe and Goyle started following him, but Goyle stopped in front of me and said, "There was no Cauldron Cakes, OR Pumpkin Pasties as your party. You lied. You-" He stopped when Crabbe grabbed his collar and pulled him along.

"Alright. We should go. We'll be late." I said. "Ooh, you're right, let's go." The girl said, and pushed his cart in the same direction Draco went. Harry followed. We stopped in front of a brick column. "Um, have you ever done this before?" She asked, pointing at the wall.

"Done what?" I asked. "Guess not." She said, "Ok, just... walk into the wall." "...You're bloody bonkers!" I said. A train's whistle blew and they both practically pushed me into the wall. I expected to crash my head into the wall, but felt no pain. I was in another room. "Oh. Of course. I knew that." I lied.

They laughed and sped towards the train. I tried to keep up with them. We got there just in time. I followed them down the crowded passage-way, passing all the boxes. Everyone looked at me as I passed, which made me feel even more at home. I smirked and raised my chin as I glided confidently past all the people.

Harry stopped in front of a box and went inside. I tried following him in, but was stopped by two red headed twins. They examined me. "No Slytherin allowed." One of them said. My jaw dropped.

"Well, excuse me you infantile, bombastic, peremptory, impudent-" I started to yell. "Woah! Woah! Take it easy, basket case. We was only joking. Come in." Said the other twin. They separated and I walked past them and into a crowded box.

There was another red headed boy, a red headed girl, the girl with wavy hair, and Harry. I sat down next to the wavy haired girl since it was the only open spot other than where the two twins had plopped down across from me. "Um, are you new?" Asked the red headed girl. "Yeah, I'm Tommie."

I said, growing fond of that name. "I'm Ginny. Erm, I like your dress..." She said.

"I'm Hermione by the way." Said the wavy haired girl. "This is Ron, and the two 'bombastic' twins are Fred and George. You already know Harry." Harry was sitting as far away from me as possible, crossing his arms, glaring out the window. His eyes flickered toward me, and back to the window. The twins leaned forward, closer to me and asked, "Would you like some candy?"

Candy? "Sure..." I replied. Everyone groaned. The twins smiled enthusiastically and reached inside one of their bags. "Here! Have a Canary Cream!" Said George, shoving one in my mouth. Hermione gasped and yelled, "No! Don't eat that!" But I had already swallowed it.

I felt a little funny and looked down at myself. I was covered in feathers and had wings instead of arms. I tried to yell at them, but my voice only came out in frantic tweets through my beak.

"Now look what you've done! You've turned her into a bird! Fine first impression!" Hermione yelled at them. Everyone else burst into laughter… Except Harry. A few moments later, I returned to my regular self. "THAT'S... THAT'S... It's actually quite brilliant. Where did you get it?" I asked.

"We made it ourselves!" Said Fred proudly. "Really? Do you have anything else?" I asked. Everyone gaped at me, including Fred and George."Yeah! Loads! But... You'll need to sign a few things first..." Said George. I signed them and tried everything they had to offer:

Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, Puking Pastilles, Ton-Tongue Toffees, and, my least favorite, U-No-Poo. 'The Constipation Sensation that's gripping the nation!'

By the time I had tried them all, it was time to get dressed into our robes. All the boys had to leave so the girls could get dressed into uniforms. A little while later, I pulled down my trunk and opened it slightly. As soon as it opened the tiniest bit, it shrieked. Black fog and strong wind escaped through the crack.

I quickly shut it and locked it. Hermione and Ginny looked at me with wide eyes. "What was that?" Asked Hermione, pulling her cloak over her uniform. "What?" I asked. "Your trunk. It... it... did you see it, Ginny?" She continued. I looked at Ginny and shook my head hastily. Ginny looked at me, saw my frantic gesture and said, "Saw what?" Hermione looked back at me suspiciously.

"Alright, well, I suppose I'll go find the boys. They're taking too long, who knows what they're getting into." Said Hermione, walking out the door. As Hermione looked up and down the hallway, Ginny whispered in my ear, "What WAS that?" "Nothing really. I'll tell you later." Once I figured out what it was.

"I'll go with you Hermione, Fred and George can be hard to handle." Ginny said to Hermione, following.

And I was alone... until someone knocked on the door. Before I could even let them him in, Draco walked into the box and looked at me, disgusted. "What?" I asked.

"You've gotten soft! You're tapped! You're a liar! Honestly! The dark lord's daughter making friends with... with Weasleys, Mudbloods, and Potter!" He snapped. "I've NOT gone soft!" I glared at him. "Oho... Please! I was in the next box, listening through the wall the entire time! How can you tell me that-" He began.

"HOW DARE YOU?" I boomed. He stumbled back onto the seat in fear.

"YOU, A COMMON WIZARD, CRITICIZING ME? I WON'T STAND ANYWHERE NEAR THAT! Besides, that ACT it was a crucial part of my plan, you fool." I said. I wasn't exactly crucial… But I did need to fit in.

He went pale and was too scared to speak. I smirked to myself. "Now if you'll please go, they'll be back any second." I pleaded. "Hold on just a moment, how do I know you're not lying?" He asked, standing up and regaining his dignity. My eyes glowered red and my hand twitched. He whimpered and lost his dignity as he slowly lowered himself to floor. "Ok, now that you know your place, I'll ask you to please get ou-" I started, but the door started sliding open.

I panicked and took out my wand.

Before the door could open completely, I had already performed the Disillusionment Charm on Malfoy, making him nearly invisible. I threw him under the seats as Ginny pushed Fred and George into the box. "Ah! Cold! Ow! My head!" Cried Malfoy before I kicked him.

Fred and George looked towards me and then under the seats, before shrugging it off. I sat down right above where I had thrown Draco. Ginny forced Fred and George down on the seat across from me as Hermione dragged Ron and Harry in by their ears.

"If you don't think I'll tell Mum, well you can just think again." Snapped Ginny. All three of the red headed boys hung their heads. "And Harry, sneaking into the girl's restroom... Honestly!" Yelled Hermione, smacking Harry upside the head.

"But... But they made me do it!" Harry explained, gesturing to Fred and George. "We did not!" Said George. "Really, I'm insulted, Harry." Said Fred.

"Oh, I really believe THAT. And what's YOUR excuse?" Ginny asked the twins. "Erm, RON MADE US DO IT!" Yelled Fred and George at the exact same time.

"I didn't do nothing!" Squeaked Ron.

"PAHA! He admitted it! See? He said 'I didn't do nothing'. Meaning, he DIDN'T do NOTHING. Meaning he did SOMETHING, because he didn't DO nothing!" Fred and George traded off sentences.

"That... That doesn't make sense." Ron stuttered. "Don't blame you actions on your stupidity, Ron." Said Fred. Ron looked bewildered.

"Don't worry Ron, we know you couldn't have convinced these two halfwit dolts to go to the balcony, climb up to the train's roof, place incantations on all the windows, then go to the cockpit and turn the brake lever into licorice. You couldn't even think that up." Explained Hermione.
I looked out the window. We were going through... the ocean?

Wow, they were good.

"I could too think that up! I-I'll prove it! I've got some o' the famous Weasley genes in me." Ron stated before racing out the door. "Good Luck! You're gonna need it!" Yelled George. Ginny started to get up to chase after Ron but Fred stood up and popped is head out the door, "No, no leave him. He's only stealing chocolate frogs off the trolley."

Ginny sighed and sat back down. I laughed and looked out the window again.

...Candyland?
They're geniuses.

I fell asleep involuntarily as we passed the Peppermint Stick Forest...