It took Harriet a while to find an empty compartment, most of the ones towards the front were full of kids and some parents who were fussing over their children in a way that made Harriet's heart squeeze. She passed a boy who was sheepishly telling his exasperated grandmother he lost his toad, and struggled to put her carry on in the rack. It was weighed down with her sketch book, quills, pencils, a few of her more interesting school books, a box of treats for Hedwig, and her change of robes. And it didn't help that the rack was a good few inches taller than she could reach.

"Need help?" Someone asked.

It was the taller red head twin from earlier. His other was not far behind, and chatting with a boy who had something large and hairy in a box.

"Yes, please." Harriet said.

He effortlessly swung the bag up and secured it, then smiled brightly at her. "There ya go."

"Thank you." Harriet said politely. "What's your name?" She asked.

"George. George Weasley." The boy said, shaking her hand.

"And I'm Fred Weasley." The other boy said, walking over and shaking her hand.

"I'm Harriet Potter." Harriet said, smiling and nodding at each of them.

The reaction was almost instant. Their jaws dropped and their eyes widened. "Are you really?" They asked as the same time.

"Of- of course." Harriet said startled. After a month of being ignored she had forgotten she was famous.

They're eyes shot up to her scar and Harriet felt self-conscious.

"Fred! George!" They're mother called.

"Coming mum!" They called. They gave her one last look before hopping out.

Harriet sat down by the window and saw that the twins and their family were right outside her compartment.

"Mum you'll never believe who we saw on the train." George said.

"That girl from earlier?" Fred asked.

"That was Harriet Potter." They said at the same time.

The young red headed girl let out a gasp. "Oh mum! Can I go on the train and see her! Oh please!"

"You've already seen him, Ginny. The poor girl isn't some animal at the zoo to gawk at. Is that her, really? You're certain now?" The woman asked.

"Yes mum." Fred said.

"She introduced herself." Said George.

"And we saw the scar."

Harriet didn't know how the woman would react, but she didn't expect the woman to release an upset moan.

"The poor dear. I wondered why she was all alone. She was ever so polite when she asked about the platform."

"Do you think she remembers what You-know-who looks like?"

"Now hear this." Their mother said, sounding very stern. "You will not go asking her anything about that night. She doesn't need reminding about that on her first day. You will be nice to her and help her out if she needs something. Got it?"

Harriet went red and felt a surge of gratitude at the same time.

"Well mum, I should get going. I'm a prefect and we all have to be in our own special compartments." The oldest boy said.

"You're a prefect, Percy?" Fred asked, shocked. "Why didn't you say something."

"Now that I remember it." George said with a hum. "He did mention something once-"

"Or twice-"

"A minute-"

"All summer-"

"Oh shut up." Percy the Prefect said.

"How come he got new robes." George said, tugging at Percy's clothes.

"Because he's a prefect." The older woman said fondly, before kissing Percy on the cheek and sending him off. She looked at the twins with a warning on her face. "You two behave this year. If I get one owl saying you've blown up a toilet-"

"Oi! We haven't blown up a toilet yet!"

"It's a good idea though, isn't it George."

"It is. Thanks mum."

"That's not funny!" Their mother said, but smiled as they bent down and kissed her cheeks at the same time. "Oh, and look after Ron."

"Don't worry. Ickle Ronnikins will be safey wafey with us."

"Shut up." Ron said, letting his mother kiss him on the cheek.

"Alright get on. Get on." The woman said.

They clambered on and entered Harriet's compartment, each of the three giving her a look before leaning out the window to say goodbye.

Their sister began to cry, and clutch at their hands as the train whistle blew.

"Don't cry, Ginny." George said kindly.

"We'll send you loads of owls." Fred said.

"And a Hogwarts toilet seat."

Harriet couldn't help but laugh at the furious look on the woman's face as she yelled at the twins.

The train began to move, and the young girl, Ginny, chased after them until it was going to fast, then she waved crying and laughing.

"George, you got to see what Lee Jordan's got." Fred said.

"You good, Ronniekins?" George asked, in a dead serious tone.

"Shut up." Ron said, his face going as red as his hair.

"That's not nice." Fred reprimanded, as they walked out, each giving Harriet warm, welcoming smiles.

"Is anyone else in here?" Ron asked, looking at Harriet nervously.

Harriet shook her head. "Please, have a seat." She said.

He nodded and sat down, trying to not to look at her, but in a minute blurted out, "Are you really Harriet Potter?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Harriet asked.

Ron shrugged. "Fred and George play around a lot. I thought it might be one of their jokes." He hesitated. "Would it- I mean you don't have to- But do you think you can show me your..." He trailed off, motioning to his own forehead.

"My scar?" Harriet asked, reaching up to push back her bangs.

"Wicked!" Ron said, shocked.

Harriet beamed.

"I heard you were raised by muggles. Are they nice?"

"Not really. Well, most muggles are. But my aunt, uncle, and cousin were dreadful. They hate magic." Harriet said. "I wish I had three wizards for brothers though. It sounds exciting."

"Five brothers." Ron said, looking gloomy. "Bill, he was head boy, Charlie, he was captain of Quidditch, Percy, whose a prefect now, great, and Fred and George, their trouble makers, make a lot of people laugh. Now everyone expects me to do as well as them. But if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You don't get anything new either. I got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's ugly rat." Ron tugged out what Harriet at first thought was a ball of lint, but it turned out to be a very raggy looking rat. "This is Scabbers. Pathetic isn't he."

Harriet gave him a small smile. "A little."

"Percy got a new owl because he made prefect. I got Scabbers because we couldn't affor- I mean, I got Scabbers." Ron said, glaring at the rat.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with wearing used robes or not being able to afford an owl."

Ron blinked at her. "You don't?"

So Harriet told him about her time with the Dursley's and how everything she had was either a hand me down from Darla, something Darla didn't want, or it taken off the street. Her own glasses were purchased from a garage sale for ten pence. And how the first ever real birthday present and cake came from Hagrid.

At the end of the story, Ron looked a bit more cheerful.

"I didn't even know witches and wizards existed, until Hagrid told me, and I didn't know about Voldemort or what happened to my parents until lat- Are you alright?" Harriet asked.

Ron had gone really pale. "You said his name! I don't know any one brave enough to-"

Harriet frowned. "I wasn't being brave." She said. "I just don't know enough not to. I never learned. I've got loads to learn. I bet I'll be the worst in the class."

"You wont be." Ron said, reassuringly. "Loads of people come from muggle families. They learn quick enough."

They chatted a bit more until at around half past twelve, a witch came pushing a trolley full of sweets.

Harriet, who didn't get any breakfast, was on her feet in a moment, but Ron went red and muttered something about bring sandwiches.

Harriet had never had money to buy herself anything, but now she had coins clinking in her pocket, and was ready to buy as many Mars Bars as she could carry, but they didn't have Mars Bars. But what they did have were Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's best blowing gum, Chocolate frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Liquorice Wands, and a number of other odd candies Harriet had never even heard off. Not wanting to miss out, she got several of everything, and handed the witch her money bag to count out what she owed. She still hadn't gotten the hang of wizard money.

The witch chuckled warmly as she watched Harriet struggle to carry everything into her compartment, and Harriet dumped it all on the empty seat between her and Ron, the latter muttering something about his mum forgetting he hated corned beef sandwiches.

"Have at it." She murmured, through eager bites of her pumpkin Pasty.

"I couldn't." Ron said, who was staring at the candy.

"I've never been able to buy anything for myself, much less someone else. Please take some." Harriet said, before cramming the rest of her Pasty in her mouth and picking up a chocolate frog. "These aren't real frogs right?" She asked Ron, who was gobbling down a Cauldron cake.

"It's just a spell." He mumbled through a full mouth. "But it's the card you want. Every box has a card with a famous witch or wizard on it."

Harriet opened up the chocolate frog, and gasped as it leaped out the window.

"Oh that's rotten luck." Ron said sadly. "They've only got one good jump in them to begin with."

Harriet frowned and looked down at her card.

An old man, with a long white hair, and a beard to match, was smiling at her, eyes twinkling over his half crescent moon glasses. The title read, 'Albus Dumbledore'.

"Hey! I got Dumbledore!"

"I got about six of him." Ron said, nonchalantly.

Harriet looked back down at her card and gasped. The man had disappeared from the photograph. "He's gone!"

"Can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?" Ron asked.

Harriet stuffed the card in her pocket and grabbed another chocolate frog. "Do all wizard pictures move?"

"Of course." Ron said looking startled. "Don't muggles?"

"No." Harriet said, shaking her head. "They usually sit still."

"Weird."

Soon all the chocolate frogs were finished off, and Harriet now not only had a Dumbledore, but a Morgana, a Merlin, a Hegist of Woofcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, and a Paracelsus. And she moved onto the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

"You want to be careful with those." Ron said. "They mean every flavor." When Harriet gave him a strange look he continued. "There's chocolate and peppermint, and there's also spinach, liver, and tripe. George swore he got a bogey flavor once."

Between the two of them, they managed to get honey, grass, lemon, strawberry, coconut, pepper, coffee, pickle, sardine, raspberry, baked bean, chocolate, peppermint, grape, mustard, and even more curious a water flavored one. Harriet was just gagging out a salt flavored bean when the boy who lost his toad came in, looking tearful.

"Sorry, but have you seen my toad? Trevor?"

"No, sorry." Harriet said.

Depressed the boy walked back out.

"Don't know what he's so upset about." Ron said. "If I had a toad I would lose it straight away. But I shouldn't talk I brought Scabbers."

The rat in question was munching happily on a pasty.

"Fred and George gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Want to see?" Ron asked.

Harriet nodded, eager to see some more magic.

Ron brought out his worn wand and cleared his throat, but before he could speak a bushy haired girl came with large front teeth, came in.

"Have you seen a toad? A boy names Neville's lost his."

"...No." Ron said with a frown.

"Oh." The girl said, looking at Ron's wand. "Are you doing magic? Let's see then."

Ron gave Harriet an annoyed look but cleared his throat and said very clearly:

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid fat rat yellow."

He waved his wand and nothing happened, other than Scabbers jumped a little.

"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well it's not very good is it." The girl said with a laugh.

Ron glared.

"Of course, I've only tried a few simple spells myself." The girl said, eyeing Harriet then walking over and pointing her wand in Harriet's face.

Harriet backed away nervously.

"For example." The girl said, either not noticing or ignoring Harriet's nervousness. "Oculus Reparo."

The sellotape flew off Harriet's glasses, leaving them shiny and new, and Harriet actually had clearer vision. She took them off to look at them in wonder.

"Holy cricket! You're Harriet potter!" The girl gasped. "I'm Hermione Granger. And.." She trailed off looking at Ron, who was cramming a cake in his mouth, with disgust. "You are?"

"Ron Weasley."

"Pleasure." Herminone said, looking even more disgusted as crumbs fell out of Ron's mouth. "I'd get my robes on if I were you. I expect we'll be arriving soon." Hermione got up and walked away, before pausing. "You've got dirt on your nose." She said, in a bossy tone. "Did you know? Right here." She said, pointing at her own nose, before walking out with a flourish.