NickPurpleRibbon - Hey everyone here is the latest chapter of 'DMB'. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it. P.S: Please feel free to comment and review about what you think. I always appreciate feedback. Disclaimer: I do not own or claim credit for any part of the Hp or PJO franchise. All I have is the fanfiction written by myself. Which includes changes to the canon-verse, OC's, and whatever I do in this story that is of my own arrangement. Just to recap I do not own HP or PJO.

Over the last month Morgan was adjusting to her new life and magic. She spent almost every day reading over her potion books and learned all about the different types of magical plants. Morgan was proud to admit though that she had become very proficient in her potion making. Specializing in the first year listed ones: the Forgetfulness, Strength, and Wiggenweld potions, the Sleeping Draught, and the Antidote to Common Poisons.

Unfortunately she hated the herbicide potion. Morgan understood that it was helpful for dangerous or harmful plants, but that doesn't mean she had to like it. One day she even hoped to find a way to make plants resilient to it.

But studying magic wasn't all that she did. She took her time to enjoy her freedom from the Dursleys and the oppressed life she had lived before now. She would wander through Hyde Park and even go to the shopping districts of London to read comics, buy new clothes and experience the life she never got to experience. Soon enough though it was August thirty-first and Morgan was packing up all her belongings into her trunk to take with her to spend the night at the leaky cauldron so that she could use the floo to get to platform 9 ¾ and board the Hogwarts express in the morning.

"Now what to do about my tree?" Morgan asked herself as she looked up from the ground, her trunk at her side. She pondered on what would become of the magnificent home she'd built for herself in the last month. Suddenly Morgan felt something, like a guiding instinct. It seemed to direct her towards her trunk and she almost understood what it wanted. "Well, worth a shot I guess," she muttered to herself and she opened the trunk and retrieved her wand from the very top. Tucked safely in its box to prevent any damage. After removing it she held it loftily in her hand unsure what to do before the instinct inside of her began to kick in. Closing her eyes she mentally pictured what she wanted to happen, she directed her wand towards the top of the tree imagining the leaves receding, the branches withdrawing, the room shrinking, and the trunk lowering. She slowly dragged her wand down in a straight vertical line, then she started to picture the roots in the ground pulling back; withering away but not damaging the plant. Until she finally arrived at the thought of it being no more than a totally compacted nutshell with the room intact but just shrunken on the inside ready to grow at a moment's notice.

Opening her eyes she saw that her treehouse was gone and laying innocently on a small patch of dirt in front of her was what appeared to be a large walnut. Morgan quickly picked it up and pocketed it as she did so with her wand in her other one. Once she had relocked her trunk Morgan made her way to the edge of the street to summon the knight bus.

Upon making it to the leaky cauldron Morgan quickly booked a room for the night with Tom the barman and also requested that breakfast be sent up to her room at nine the next morning. After getting quickly situated in her room Morgan lay on her bed and thought about what her new school would be like and what kind of magic she could learn.

The next morning Morgan was awoken by the sound of loud popping noise. Shooting into an upright position in the bed Morgan saw a small creature with big eyes and bat-like ears, and clothed in what appeared to be a very ragged tea towel. "Tipsy be sent to bring young miss breakfast." It (she?) said, and indeed she had. In her arms was a full English breakfast.

"Thank you," Morgan said, but it sounded more like a question. "Tipsy be going now," she said, before setting the platter of food at the foot of the bed then disappearing with another loud pop. Morgan was too stubborn to even think about what just happened as she slowly got out of bed and ate her breakfast.

After checking out Morgan noticed that she was going to be late if she didn't hurry as it was already half past ten and her train left at eleven o'clock. Making her way over to the floo she instantly threw the floo powder into the lite fireplace as she has been instructed and waited for the flames to turn green before she stepped in and enunciate clearly "Platform 9 ¾." The experience was dizzying and almost made her feel nauseous as she quickly stepped out of the flames once she reached her destination.

The Hogwarts express was a large scarlet steam engine that cut an impressive figure. All over the platform people were milling around, saying goodbye to their loved ones and wishing them farewell.

As Morgan dragged her trunk over to a loading platform she was immediately stopped by two identical twin boys. They were both a head taller than her with flaming red hair, a face covered in freckles, and warm brown eyes that complimented the mischievous look on their faces.

"Hey!"

"You look–"

"–like you could use–"

"–some help."

Morgan didn't know why, but she felt like there was one distinguishable difference between the twins even though physically they were the same person. No matter what she did she couldn't seem to take her attention away from the one on her left.

"I actually do, thanks," Morgan replied as the two boys lifted her trunk and placed it in the storage rack of an empty compartment.

"Thanks again. I'm Morgan," she said, holding out her hand.

"No problem. I'm Forge and this is my brother Gred," the twin from the left introduced as he shook her hand. But he didn't let go and just stared into her eyes as she did the same.

Before anything else could be said the train whistle sounded breaking the two out of their trance. "Whelp we better head back to say bye to mum." The other twin said as he grabbed his twin and pulled him away. Morgan watched as they left and when they were gone re-enters her compartment and closed the door.

The train had left the station a few hours ago and by that time Morgan had pulled out "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" by Phyllida Spore. It was her favorite to read through and also was good for practicing with her dyslexia. Not a second later there was a knock on the compartment door. Putting her book to the side Morgan got up off her seat and opened the door to see who it was.

It was a plump older woman with a dimpled smile. She was pushing along a candy cart. "Anything off the cart, dears?" She asked politely.

Looking at all the options Morgan was a little hesitant due to the names, but she wanted to try some since the only candy she ever got was the treats they give you at school on holidays.

"Uh, I don't know…" Morgan trailed off. "Not sure what to get?" The elder witch questioned. "I just don't understand what the candy is," Morgan tried to clarify.

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans are jelly beans that have a variety of flavors, including pleasant flavors like Chocolate or strawberry, and unpleasant ones such as liver or tripe." Morgan scrunched up her nose at the thought of those disgusting flavors. "I agree with you m'dear they are not often good, but children like to buy them and dare their friends to try one. Next are the Cauldron Cakes. They're a chocolate cake with a random sweet filling." Morgan decided to buy one of those. "The Chocolate Frog, but don't worry," she quickly said to keep Morgan from retching. "They are simply a block of chocolate that's shaped like a frog, although they are charmed to hop like one until you take a bite out of it so you have to snatch it up quick. What also makes them popular is that each box carries a collectible card inside."

After the woman finally finished explaining all the candies to her, Morgan ended up buying three cauldron cakes, two licorice wands (cherry flavored), one sugar quill, and one chocolate frog.

Morgan was already halfway through with her last licorice wand when her compartment door was opened, turning her head to look Morgan instantly knew it was the one that had called himself Forge.

"Hello. It's Forge is it not?" Morgan greeted her unexpected but definitely not unwelcome guest. The redhead looked a bit surprised for a second before smiling a little while maintaining that constant look of mischief in his eyes, "Lucky guess." He said as he closed the door and sat in the seat across from her.

"But anyway I just wanted to properly introduce myself, Fred Weasley. At your service," Fred said with an incorrigible smile on his face.

"Morgan Potter, and thanks again for helping me with my trunk."

"No problem," Fred replied, as he leaned back in his seat unwrapping one of the cauldron cakes from Morgan's dwindling sweets pile, having swiped it without her even noticing.

"How did you–" Morgan began, her eyes narrowed as she looked from Fred to her candy and back.

Fred smirked before taking a bite out of the pastry. "One of my many talents," he said after swallowing. "So what house are you hoping to get into? In my personal opinion Gryffindor is the best one there is."

Morgan paused for a moment to study Fred. She didn't know what it was but there was still something at the edge of her senses. It was the same sensation she had felt on the train platform as well, that seemed to be tugging her in his direction. Whatever it was she hoped it wouldn't be too distracting for her later on.

"It doesn't really matter to me which house I end up in as long as I have plenty of time to work with plants."

The only reaction Fred gave to her statement was a single raised eyebrow. "Oh so you into herbology? That's cool."

The rest of their time together was spent exchanging small bits of information about each other. For instance Morgan learned that Fred and his twin (which she learned was properly named George) were huge school pranksters.

But it wasn't long before Fred had to leave. While actually more like his brother, George, showed up and dragged him out by his ear. The whole time he complained about how, Fred, said he was going to the bathroom and having not returned three hours later.

It was certainly a very unforgettable exit.

Not long after Fred had 'left' a voice announced that we were close to Hogwarts and to change into our robes if we hadn't already. Since Morgan was the only one in her compartment she just locked the door and pulled down the blinds. Due to how late it already was Morgan didn't even bother with actually changing her clothes, instead she just wore her school robes over what she was already wearing.

The voice from before sounded again informing us that we had arrived and instructed us to leave our trucks so that they could be transported separately. As I stepped off the train and onto the platform I was directed over to where the rest of the gathered first years were. I'm finally here, Morgan couldn't help but think repeatedly in her head, ready for all that Hogwarts had in store for her. I'm finally here.