Once again, we are picking up from part two! As said, you can skip, just a character-developing thing. Thanks for reading! Maybe this isn't what you guys want, but I want to catch up on Xira's POV.

Xira had tried reading her book; she knew she loved it. It was a classic tale, and she had always loved reading it before. But her eyes kept drifting over to the other person in the compartment, she was a curious person, and she had questions for Harry.

She sighed when she realized there was no way she would focus on her book, not when her mind is on something else. Xira looked at Harry for a moment, studying the small boy. He didn't look asleep at all.

"Are you even allowed to bring your snake to Hogwarts?" She questioned, and she watched as his eyes slit open and he sat up. He looked at her, green meeting blue.

"No." He said calmly, and she blinked at him. What did he mean 'no'? He watched as a cocky smile appeared on his lips.

"Aren't you going to get in trouble then?" His smirk turned into a full-on grin. What was so amusing to him? She found herself mildly irritated.

"Nope," Harry said as he slouched down in his seat. Xira watched him blankly and finally realized she was more than a little embarrassed it took her so long.

"You're not going to let anyone see him?" He nodded, the entertained expression still not leaving his face. She liked the mischief laced in his plan. Though she didn't look it, she was pretty good at pranks and anything that involved bending the rules just a little.

She mirrored his smug look, letting her hands fall into her lap. After a few moments of silence, she pulled out her wand. Xira was absolutely in love with her wand; she couldn't wait to do magic with it. She wondered what Harry's wand looked like.

"What's your wand look like?" She asked, curious to know more about him. Xira was very aware wands were very private among wizarding folk, but surely, he didn't know about that. That was pureblood politics, and he can't have been a pureblood. He pulled out a dark-looking wand; it was beautiful.

"Could I?" Xira knew it was foolish, but she asked hesitantly anyway, already reaching out. She wanted to hold it; it was a powerful urge. Harry hesitated for a little, observing her keen look. Xira knew he was going to say no; there was no way he'd let her.

"Sure." He said while putting it gently into her hands. She could no believe it; Xira was sure he would have refused. It was so different from her own wand; it felt heavy while her's felt light. She swore it felt dark as well, but she didn't fear it. It almost felt as familiar as her own wand.

"I haven't seen any wands other than my mother's and mine! This is so cool!" Cool was an understatement. She looked back up to Harry and spotted his grin. She almost didn't want to give the want back, but she did. Xira watched as Harry tucked it into his pocket.

There was mindless chatter for the rest of the day. Xira found she really enjoyed it. She was disappointed that they were so close to Hogwarts; she didn't want this to end. There were times when the conversations would end, and Harry just seemed to think. But the quiet was excellent too.

She was honestly disappointed when she heard it was time to leave the train, though she was thankful she didn't have to carry her things the whole way. Xira watched as Harry put his snake away, she thought she heard him saying something, but she dismissed it as her imagination.

She instead was admiring his owl. The creature looked proud, even sleeping. Its brown and white coloring stark but charming.

"He's a really handsome owl." She couldn't help but say, still staring at the creature.

"Have you got an owl?" Harry asked, and she turned to look at him. Everything about Harry seemed interesting; he was undoubtedly a puzzle.

"Yeah, I do; she's a snowy owl. I was so lucky to have found her! Mother's going to send her with a letter. She wanted me to get to school before I had her here." Harry nodded absently, and Xira was about to ask the name of his owl, but the train began to stop before she could.

She followed Harry closely, a little scared the boy would, for some reason, immediately ditch her. Xira walked down a path, tailing Harry still. And that's when she spotted a ginormous man who had to be at least eleven feet tall. She was aware of her eyes bugging out as Harry smiled at the man.

"Harry! Got you a new friend?" Her attention was snapped back, and she realized the man was grinning at her. All possible fear she could have had for him ebbed away. There was no malice in the big fella. His heavy accent was hard to understand, though.

The man led them all down a path. Xira tried to stay close to the light source the man carried; she was a little afraid of the dark. But soon, Xira forgot all about the dark as the castle came into her view. She could see it through the night; it was stunning. She joined in with the noises of amazement.

She went on a boat with Harry and another kid, her eyes never leaving Hogwarts. When the boats took off, she was startled. She had forgotten where she was for a moment. But now she remembered, and she looked to her right where Harry was.

As usual, he looked deep in thought; that was no surprise.

"Pretty, isn't it?" She decided to ask, wanting to keep him grounded.

"Very." He said, meeting her eyes for an instant. She looked away and couldn't help a smile. The look on his face was, in a way, comical. He seemed to have sparkles in his eyes. of pure awe that was out of place on his face. Before she knew it, they were exiting the boats and walking up to the castle.

As they walked up the steep path, Xira thought. She liked Harry; he was easy to talk to. It would be a shame if they got sorted into different houses and never spoke again. She was surely bound for Hufflepuff; Harry had to be either Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

She resolved to man up and ask Harry to be her friend. She hadn't really had friends that she got along with quickly like this. She wasn't unpopular in any way; people liked her warm air. But she never quite properly connected with muggles; they couldn't ever fully understand her.

"Harry?" Truthfully, she was absolutely terrified. She would be crushed if he refused her offer of friendship. She'd never had a wizard friend before; she wanted Harry to be her first.

"Yes?" He answered; his brow was furrowed. Harry must be wondered what she was about to say. This was her last chance to back out. No, Xira thought, she wouldn't. If Harry didn't want her as his friend, it was his own loss, not hers.

"I think you and I should stick together at Hogwarts. Both of us would be better off having a friendly face around..." He stared blankly at her for a second, gears turning.

"I think you are right." They met eyes and smiled at each other. She felt all tension leave her, and relief take its place. The door slammed open, and Xira turned to the door, startled. A stern-looking woman greeted them; she spoke of things Xira wasn't paying attention to. Her heart was racing.

She was just about to begin her Hogwarts journey, but with a friend by her side. She couldn't wait to write to her mother about this.