A/N: The Hogwarts Express! Onwards!

Disclaimer: Shooting stars are bogus. I've been wishing to own Harry Potter for seven years. Nada.

Some of this chapter is taken directly from Deathly Hallows. Don't report this for copyright infringement, because I did warn you.

Would anyone be interested in making a fan art for this story? I can't find any pictures online that I like, and I'm getting sick of seeing my profile pic every time I click on TPF.

September 1st, 1971

Dorea sniffed and dabbed her eyes with a silk handkerchief as she watched her children board the train that would take them away from her for nine months of the year. Charlus wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and she leaned against him for comfort.

"They'll be fine, Rea," he murmured. "They'll look after one another."

Dorea smiled through her tears. "I bet Myna will be a Slytherin."

Charlus narrowed his eyes at his wife. "My money's on both of them in Gryffindor...or maybe Myna in Ravenclaw." He smirked down at her. "Ten galleons."

"Deal," agreed Dorea. They waved as the train slowly began to move, picking up speed. The couple stood and watched the Hogwarts Express round the bend.

Then it was gone.

Myna sat by the window in a compartment with her brother beside her and two boys across from her. One was short and slightly on the pudgy side, with pale blue eyes, short blond hair, and a habit of being his nails. The other boy was tall and lean, but a few inches shorter than James, with shoulder-length, wavy black hair and piercing dark-grey eyes.

"I'm Sirius Black," the dark-haired boy offered.

"Peter Pettigrew," the chubby one said.

Myna beat her brother to the introductions: "Myna Potter and my older-brother-by-about-three-minutes, James." She didn't like Pettigrew—ugh, she was going to have to call him Peter!—but what could she do? Say 'Jamie, dear, this chubby, innocent-looking boy is the person who will rat you out to the Dark Lord, along with your one-year-old son, Harry, who is my best friend twenty years in the future'? She'd be locked up in the mental ward at St. Mungo's before she could even finish the sentence!

Just then, a black-haired boy and a prominent nose and a girl with flaming red hair and brilliant green eyes came in and sat down. They conversed quietly before everyone in the compartment heard the boy say, "You'd better be in Slytherin."

"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" James asked Sirius.

Sirius didn't smile. "My whole family has been in Slytherin," he announced.

"Blimey! And I thought you seemed all right!" James exclaimed. Sirius grinned, that mischievous grin that promised something good. It made Myna's stomach feel funny.

"Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where're you heading, if you've got the choice?"

James raised his arm, with his hand clenched around something invisible. "'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!' Like my dad."

Snape made a small sound. James turned to him. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Snape said, though his sneer told them exactly what he was thinking. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy..."

"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" Sirius jeered. James roared with laughter. Lily flushed with anger for her friend, and looked from one black-haired 'comedian' to the other with intense dislike.

"Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment."

"Oooooh..." James and Sirius tried to imitate her lofty tone, and James stuck his leg out to trip Snape on their way out. "See ya, Snivellus!" He called as the two departed. He turned with an easy grin on his face...until he saw his sister.

Myna looked at her brother with sorrowful disappointment. James had never seen such an expression on his baby sister's face, and tried to amend things quickly: "He deserved it! Slytherin!"

"If I'm sorted into Slytherin and you treat me like that, I will hex your bollocks off," Myna said, her cultured tones taking on a frosty underbite. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have some apologizing to do—on your part." She gave a cold glare around the compartment, resting a bit on James. "Since you'll never do it."

She swept out, her head held high.

It didn't take Myna long to locate where Snape—Severus, now—and Lily were; the latter's hair stood out among like a fiery beacon. They were sitting on one side, with a small, peaky-looking boy with familiar sandy blonde hair on the other bench. She was suddenly reminded that the full moon was in only four days.

Myna slipped into the compartment. "I apologize on behalf of James' behavior," she greeted Severus and Lily.

"Who's James? That black-haired git? Did he send you? Can't do his own dirty work?" Severus spat.

Myna's eyes hardened. "No, James did not send me. I, however, am not he. May I sit here?" She asked the blonde boy. He looked up at her and nodded silently. She sat down gracefully, crossing her ankles and tucking them to the side. She smoothed her white silk dress across her lap—her nervous tick.

"Hi," Lily welcomed. Myna already liked her. The red-head was friendly, even though James had been exceedingly rude to her friend. "I'm Lily Evans. This," she motioned to her black-haired companion, "is Severus Snape, and that," she pointed across the compartment at the sandy-blond haired boy, "is Remus Lupin. We're all first-years."

Myna smiled back; Lily's friendly grin was contagious. "I'm Myna Potter. That, as Severus put it, 'black-haired git' is my brother—my twin. We are both first-years, and I'm afraid Jamie is a bit nervous that we will be separated."

"He didn't act like it," sneered Severus. The expression didn't quite work as well on his eleven-year-old face as his adult one, but it still got the point across. "You're a Pureblood, aren't you?"

"Yes," Myna replied calmly. "You must be a Muggleborn," she continued, turning her attention back to Lily. The red-head looked uncomfortable, and fidgeted a few times.

"Yeah, I am," she admitted quietly. She was staring at her lap, her face hidden by a curtain of red hair.

"Is that a problem?" Severus asked sharply. Myna could tell that he cared a great deal about his childhood friend.

"No," Myna exclaimed. "I think it's wonderful! I've always wanted someone to tell me about the Muggle world." Lily perked up and smiled brightly. "But Severus, don't you think we should warn Lily about the dangers of being a Muggleborn in the Wizarding world?"

"What dangers?" Lily asked, alarmed.

"Well," Myna began slowly, "Some Pureblood families are very against Muggleborns. They call them a really awful, derogatory name—Mudbloods—because they believe themselves to be above those who don't come from pure families. Pure, in their eyes, means marrying second cousins, first cousins, and even siblings. It's really quite disgusting. Lily, you have just as much right to be at Hogwarts as anyone else."

When she finished speaking, Lily and Severus stared at her in shock, though Myna was almost certain Severus was shocked because she had made Purebloods out to be enormous jerks, instead of being rude and insulting to his friend.

"So I'm going to get picked on just because I wasn't born to two cousins?" Lily said, her tone joking.

Myna smirked. "Yup."

Remus hadn't spoken until then, but he piped up now. "What House are you aiming for?"

"Slytherin," said Severus immediately.

"I'm hoping for Gryffindor," admitted Remus. "Lily? Myna?"

"I want to go wherever Sev goes," Lily replied.

Myna thought it over. Hermione told her that Myna Potter was in Slytherin, but who knew anymore? What if it had changed because there was a Gryffindor mind inside one destined for Slytherin? "I don't know," she confessed. "I mostly just want to be with my brother."

Severus tilted his head. "If he really does end up Gryffindor—" he sneered "—I seriously doubt you'd go with him. You seem more like a Ravenclaw."

"Let's take bets," suggested Myna. "Remus, I bet you'll be in Gryffindor; Severus, I'm almost positive that you'll be Slytherin; and unfortunately, Lily, you strike me as more of a Gryffindor." It really was quite unfair that she knew all of this.

"What about you?" Lily asked. "What do you think you'll be?"

Myna smiled mysteriously. "We'll just have to wait and see."

A/N: I can't believe I'm over 50 reviews! I never expected that my story would be so popular. I began writing this for my own pleasure, but now I'm writing it for both me and all of you. Thank you so much for your support.

The full moon of September 1971 is on Sept. 5th. I looked it up.

Shoutout to KEZZ 1 for giving me that coveted 50th review!

Thank you to: Hermoine Lyra Malfoy-Riddle, KEZZ 1, Adhara Cassiopea Black

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