~an-again, only own half the votary, my editing, and Promise. This one is alittle longerrrrrrr, but you'll have to deal~

Verity rolled out of the compartment, followed by Ron and Harry. Ron ran off to find another girl they knew that he thought might be able to help. Harmony... Heron.. Harman. Honami? Whatever! He'd gone to get her! Harry pushed Verity down the hall as they search for a baggie or something for Promise! But as they were all out searching for some puke containment particle, Promise herself high-tailed it down the hallway to the bathroom. However, before she could even get seven paces down the hall, she bumped into queer-o and dumped the load she was carrying right onto his cloak. "MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!" He screamed, running down the hall. As she just watched him run she just kinda passed out in the corridor.

"PROMISE!" Verity screamed as she saw her sister go down. Draco looked up suddenly and saw Verity's chair. He went bug eyed.

He had seen her, but right now Verity didn't care. She rolled straight to her sister's side with Harry running behind her. Meanwhile, Promise was off in dreamland dreaming about... Harry? It was about how her and Verity were being attacked by a dementor, and Harry had jumped into the attack instead... Promise was calling Harry's name, hoping for his life to be saved... It was more of a nightmare than a dream, if anything. Meanwhile in the real world Promise was out cold on the floor. Verity pulled her sister onto her lap.

"Promise? Prom, can you hear me?" Promise mumbled something similar to Harry's name then turned over to get more comfortable. Of course, though, Ron is no where in the dream whatsoever, to her amusement.

Harry blushed as he recognized his name. "Wow, she must be REALLY train sick!" Promise began to become restless as she began to sniffle in her lap. She awoke with a gasp and yawned for a moment, and before anyone could realize her distress, began to run to the bathroom. Verity didn't miss a beat. She rolled after her twin with Harry, and now Ron and..Hermione...That was her name...with them right behind her.

Harry and Ron waited outside as Hermione and Verity ran into the bathroom with Promise.

"BLEEEEEUUUGHHCHASDFGHJKL." Promise was pretty sure that the whole damn train heard that one. She hung her head in the toilet as she listened to the angry mob outside the bathroom. She really didn't pay attention to the line and just shoved herself in there. Better than having another kid puked on... Promise began thinking to herself, 'I wonder if... perhaps... I sleep-said Harry's name? That would be embarrassing... If I did, he probably must think I'm a weirdo for dreaming about someone I just met...'

Verity held her sister's hair while Hermione dug in her bag for an anti-nausea potion. Verity seemed to read her sisters mind.

"You did say Harry's name. And no, he does not think you are weird. He thinks you are one sick little witch!"

"Verityyyy the man in my tummy is angry..." Promise was not in the best of mind at that moment. "Oh shit! Hermione, I think she's gone delirious!" Promise couldn't tell if Hermione was serious or not, because Promise herself was only joking. "He's pretty mad. I think he wants outyyyeeeeaaaugh! And also, by 'sick' do you mean, like, perverse sick or like puke sick? Cause I think either is pretty accurate.."

"Sick as in he thinks I should call St., Mungo's!" Promise laughed to herself. "Oh... Well, better than thinking I'm odd, I guess... Is he... Waiting outside?" Promise began to get restless, worried as to if he could hear the two chatting. "Yes, but don't worry, he can't hear us. There are silencing charms on the doors." Verity Giggled slightly as she wondered WHY there were silencing charms on the doors!

Promise knew why there are charms... But she ruins Verity's innocence enough on a daily basis. She lifted her head up from the pot and got up, quite sure she didn't have anything left to lose. A girl with brown bushy hair approached Promise.

"Here," she said softly, "this will make you feel better." She handed Promise a sweet smelling potion. Promise took it with a weak grasp; gulping it down hastily. Promise took a gasp and braced herself for a bitter aftertaste... Which didn't come, much to her surprise. The girl must have great skill to brew a potion of this quality; for most would make a terrible aftertaste. Promise said thanks and introduced herself; she complied most haughtily, if Promise would say so herself. Promise stepped out of the lavatory and looked sheepishly at Harry and Ron; apologetic for the trouble.

Harry put his arm around Promise as soon as she stepped out.

"Are you ok, Promise? You scared us for a minute there!"

"Y-yeah. I'm fine, thanks..." Promise blushed and looked down, letting her bangs cover her blushing cheeks. She knew he meant the gesture as only friendly and nothing more, and was saddened by the fact, but was happy anyway for the gesture. Thats when she noticed Verity and said, astonished, "Verity, your wheelchair! I'll go get a blanket..."

"Promise, don't bother!" Verity said shaking her head. "Everybody will see me soon enough. Plus, I have HARRY POTTER as a friend! Nobody is going want to give me a crap!"

At the emphasis of Harry's name, several heads poked out of the compartments into the corridor, much to Harry's discomfort. "... I think we should get back to the compartment..." Promise didn't want any more trouble than necessary. Yet even as she spoke, people started to mutter, whisper and stare. Most of it was due to Harry, until they heard someone say, "Why would they let HER in? She can't even walk!" Water was beginning to well in Verity's eyes. It was already starting! Promise whipped her head around to glare at the person who said that to give the person a glare for making her sister cry just as his or her door already closed. "Come on, lets get you to the room..." Promise said quietly, pushing Verity's chair along. The nerve of some people! Making fun of someone in a wheelchair, a child, no less! Some nerve these kids have...

Suddenly behind them they heard the same door slam open and the all too familiar crunch of someone's nose breaking, followed by a howling cry. Ron turned and his eyes got wide; followed by a grin that stretched over his face. Promise ran over to see who hit the fool who had made fun of her sister, for her intention was to thank the hero of the day...

Or HEROES! Standing there were two identical red heads, who the girls suspected were Ron's older brothers, glaring down at a Slythryn boy with a bloody nose.

"Screw off, you git!" one of them yelled, "You don't know why she's in there!" Promise was mystified by what she saw in the space before her; and when the Slythryn scum scurried into the hall the boys whirled around to see a small group of five; peering up at the two with thankful eyes.

One of the boys went and ruffled Ron's hair, confirming the guess that they were brothers. The other kneeled down in front of Verity's chair. He swept her hair out of her eyes. "Don't bother worrying about that guy," He said softly, "Jeb's been an ass since the day he was sorted! Thinks he's better than everyone else. Really, he's just a git who can't even hold his wand straight!"

"... Makes you wonder which wand you're talkin' 'bout when you put it that way..." Promise looked down at Verity, resting a hand on Verity's shoulder. The twin on the floor looked up at Promise. "You know, you're pretty sick-minded for a first year!" Verity grinned. He had NO IDEA! "Trust me. You don't know the HALF of it!" Promise grinned mischievously before looking off in the distance, goofy grin askew. "We have room for just two more people in our room if you're interested," Promise suggested.

"It would be our pleasure!" They said, simultaneously.

Promise giggled and looked between the two, glad that her and Verity is not the only pair of twins on the ride, but they probably didn't know that.

Five minutes later, they all sat in their compartment, talking and joking around. The twins had introduced themselves and Fred and George. They hadn't been surprised that the girls were twins. They must have looked more alike than they thought! Promise asked how they knew when they replied that they knew by the way she had came to her rescue. Fred smiled. "It's a twin thing! Plus, It's kind of common sense! You're sisters, you're both 11, it just made sense!"

Promise smirked, "Well, there's no arguing that. Just out of curiosity, how old are you two? What year are you in?"

"Third years" they said at the same time. They did that so often, you'd think they shared a brain! Promise smiled warmly. "I really can't thank you enough for beating that guy. He looked so scared I think he shat his panties!"

The twins smiled. "Our pleasure," Fred was probably one of the most genuine people that the girls have met on the train ride. Ron turned to his brothers, slightly frowning,

"Hey wait! Isn't Jeb a year above you guys?"

"Two years" George corrected. Promise's smile faded as she quickly ran through possible consequences for hitting an upperclassman. Fred seemed to read her mind. He took her hand comfortingly. "Don't worry! Oliver wouldn't let that nut get within three feet of us!"

"Oliver?" Promise inquired slightly. Looks like she has quite a few people to learn about!

"Quiditch captain. He plays keeper. He's one of our best mates!"

"Oh..." 'I must sound so STUPID right now! But I really don't know what else to talk about,' Promise thought to herself. She looked to Verity to see if she could find what she's thinking. Verity stared out the window. As Promise looked closer, she saw tears in Verity's eyes. What if there were others like Jeb? She didn't think she could take the harassment, the looks, the snickering behind her back...

Promise took Verity onto her shoulder and held her, sympathy in her eyes.

More tears arose as her real fear came to surface.

"Promise, what if we get split up? You go to one house, I go to another. I don't think I could survive Hogwarts without you!"

"Verity, the possibility of that is very small, us being twins an' all. And we'll always have classes together, not to mention time after school," Promise reassured her. Promise wasn't that sure about such matters either, come to think of it.

"Ya," Fred said trying to comfort her, "the only way you're screwed is if you get separated into separate houses and one of you is a Slythryn; just talking to you, I don't think that's very likely!"

"And even if we ARE going to be sorted into different houses, there's still a chance that you'll be sorted with Harry, Ron, or Hermione," Promise smiled at the three of them-specially Ron, saying that she trusts all of them with her sister... So far, anyway.

"But what if YOU'RE with them, and I'm alone?"

"You won't be alone. As I've said before, I won't just up and leave you cause I'm in another house. What kind of twin does that?" Verity thought about it. Then she smiled. It was true. Promise wasn't the ditching kind. Verity knew her sis would walk on hot coals for her, and she'd do the same... If she could walk! Promise smiled back at her, and then at everybody in the room... Especially Harry, who she was sure would save or take care of her twin in a heartbeat; not to mention Ron, who she was sure of which he liked Verity, even if a little bit.