Kings Crossing wasn't to bad. Sure it was obnoxiously loud and crowded, but enough so that I was able to walk through the wall that lead to platform nine and three-quarters. As soon as I entered, The Hogwarts express greeted me. Many people surrounded me and I frowned. it was just as crowded here as it was there!

My cat nudged me affectionately to let me know I was in the direct line of where more students would come streaming in. I moved to the side, bent down, and stroked her midnight black fur. Her name was, ironically, Lucky.

"Good Lucky," I cooed.

I walked forward with my cart and made my way to the train. Just as I got to the door it made a loud whistle sound making me jump ten feet in the air.

"Stupid train," I muttered under my breath.

I looked around and thankfully no one was looking at me. Over at a large group people were surrounding a guy with a box. How absurd.

"Stupid boy," I mumbled.

I stepped on the train and was greeted by loudness. Everyone was talking to someone or something, whether it be their pet, or a person around them. Why couldn't I just have peace?

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I sighed.

I walked down the aisles, trying to find an empty compartment. But apparently I was too late for one for myself.

"Stupid me," I laughed.

I thought, and realized that my friend would give me a seat. He could be nice for once in his life. So I walked around some more until I found a familiar blond that came to all of my Mother's social gatherings. I didn't remember, or quite know, his name but I knew he talked to Zabini. I also knew he was a Malfoy because of his hair. I strode right up to him and the two large boys behind him. He looked at me for a second before he recognized me.

"Celia?" he frowned.

"Yes, Celia. I don't remember your name so don't expect me to. Do you know where Zabini is?" I talked low so no one would overhear me being so blunt.

A flash of intuition appeared on his face, now knowing why I was talking to him, "Not quite. Last time I saw him was Saturday."

"Thanks for your help," I said as kindly as possible, but he still knew I was being sarcastic.

He smirked, "Your very welcome. Anytime."

I rolled my eyes and walked off. As I passed by a compartment I saw a brown-headed boy with circle-shaped glasses leaning down his face. I smiled wickedly, and walked in. I closed the door, making sure I didn't catch Lucky in it.

"Hello," I smiled. He turned to me and frowned down at my cat.

"Hello. Can I help you with something?" he sighed, turning towards me. There was no mistaking the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"No, I just saw you were in here all by yourself and wanted to ask if you you would like any company?" I said.

"No, I'm fine thanks," He looked at me with a look that told me he assumed something about me. What though? I'd figure out...

"Oh that's alright!" I answered, "I'm Celia Whirlwood by the way." I put my hand out.

He took it, "Nice to meet you. I'm- well you already know."

"Know what?" I feigned confusion.

He let go, "Well, I'm Harry Potter."

"Nice to meet you too," I smiled, "I better get going before the train starts though."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Did you hear me correctly?"

"Yes I heard you perfectly fine, Harry," I told him.

"Yes, but I'm Harry Potter. Potter. You should be acting all star struck or whatever," he frowned deeper.

"I'm sure you don't like all that attention though. Your just a normal person like us and you probably are sick of random people coming up to you and congratulating you for unknowingly taking down the man who took everything from you. If I'm wrong then sorry." I tried to convince him. Now I knew what he thought of me. He thought I was a fangirl that just wanted to use him. Well I wasn't a fangirl, but I didwant to use him...

"Oh," he mumbled, "I guess your right."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get going. Farewell," I waved as I turned around and stepped out the door, lucky trailing behind me. As I did that however, three Weasleys walked my way. I smiled as they passed and went right into Harry's compartment. Stupid blood-traitors!

I walked on down the aisle, Lucky growing impatient beside me. She meowed at me, telling me she wanted to rest. Then I found a compartment. It had bags in it, but it was emptied of people for the time being. I sighed and let Lucky in with me and she immediately curled up on to a seat. I sat down in the seat across from her after I put my bags up. I frowned at the floor. Mudbloods and blood-traitors should not be on this train, yet I knew they were. I've only heard bad things about Dumbledore so I expected this.

For a while I sat in silence. Then, as the train began to move two redheads came running in the compartment. Weasleys. I gave an internal groan as they turned to me.

I put on the sweetest fake smile I could muster, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry! I thought someone just threw their stuff in here and left. I will leave if I'm a bother. I'm so sorry."

They both smiled and one said, "No, it's fine! Me and George were just looking at something." They both sat down at the two available seats. I had to fight the urge to shudder at them.

The other one, who I assumed was George said, "We could use the company."

"Oh. You both must be Weasleys," I smiled.

They both frowned and the one that was not named asked, "And why do you think that?"

I lied, "Because you both have that brilliant red hair. I've always loved red hair!"

They smiled and the not-named one spoke again, "There's a spell that can change your hair we could teach you."

I frowned, "No! My mother would kill me. Plus, just because I like the color doesn't mean it would look good on me." And I loved my solid black hair too much, but I wouldn't say that.

George said, "Well I'm George, and this here's Fred."

"I'm Celia," I answered.

I forced myself to talk to them the next 15 minutes, but then we were interrupted.

"Have any of you seen my toad?" a round-faced boy I recognized as Neville Longbottom asked. I only knew this because my aunt was a healer and she dealt with his tortured parents.

"No," we all answered. Then I offered, "I'll help you look though." Anything to get away from these gits.

"No I'm fine thanks," he blushed, "Bye."

Minutes later Neville returned with a bushy-haired girl who had huge buckteeth.

She demanded in a bossy voice, "Anyone seen a toad?"

"No," I answered sweetly, "But I'll tell you if I do. What's your name please?"

"Hermione Granger," she announced proudly, "Yours."

I tried not to wince at the mudblood, "Celia. Neville, I thought you didn't need help?"

He blushed again, "She forced me. How do you know my name?"

I gave him a sad look, "I think you'd rather not know."

"Go on tell him!" Hermione ordered.

"She doesn't have to!" Fred put in, finally talking.

"Well I will say, but you won't like it," I sighed, "My aunt is a healer. She deals with your parents on a regular basis."

Neville frowned and nodded, "I see."

"Why'd you say that?" Hermione asked harshly, "How could you bring that up?"

I frowned at her, "You told me too."

"No I di-" she started then groaned and walked off. Neville gave a weak smile and went behind her, closing the door.

I sighed. I hoped more mudbloods wouldn't try to boss me around at Hogwarts. Then I turned and grabbed my book, reading it until the train stopped.