AN: 'Ello, lovelies. I think after I write this chapter, I'm going to try and finish up the next chapter for What If I Told You That I Love You? Don't hold be to that, though. Believe it or not, life has a nasty habit of getting in the way of things. Any who, please enjoy, and, not to sound desperate or anything, but please, please, PLEASE leave a review. I would love the feedback!

Song: We Can Work It Out by The Beatles

September 1, 1989

The morning of September 1 was a chaotic one in the Tonks Household. Everyone was in a rush to get everything ready in enough time to get to Kings Cross Station. Both girls had stuffed their trunks full of all their needed supplies for school. Their father even had to place an extension charm on them in order for all their things to fit inside.

Breakfast was a quick bowl of porridge. So quick, in fact, that Dru burnt the top of her mouth as she scarfed it down.

After everything was packed and everyone was ready, the Tonks family piled into the family's sky-blue 1978 Ford Cortina. Thanks to Ted's Muggle background, he insisted that having a car was a necessity. It made traveling a lot easier, especially since Nymphadora and Drucilla were not able to apparate.

When they finally arrived at Kings Cross Station, the girls piled their things into trolleys. They weaved through the crowd of Muggles, doing their absolute best to not draw attention to themselves. When they arrived at platforms 9 and 10, Dora was the first to walk through the barrier. Andromeda followed after.

"You go next, Dru," Ted told his daughter. "I'll be right behind you."

Dru nodded up at her father. She took a deep breath, then started running. She closed her eyes just when she was sure that she would collide with the brick wall, but the collision never came. When she opened her eyes, she saw a sign that read 9 3/4 and had the Hogwarts Crest. There were also several boys and girls climbing aboard a scarlet steam engine.

A hand touched Dru's shoulder. She turned and saw that it was her father. "Your mum and sister are over there," he said, thrusting his chin out as a way of gesturing. The two of them quickly joined Andromeda and Nymphadora.

"Alright," began Andromeda, "here we are." Her eyes were gleaming with unshed tears.

"Oh Andy," said Ted gently as he wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders.

"I'm fine. Stop fussing," she said stubbornly, but she didn't shove him off.

"Mum, the train is going to leave soon," said Dora impatiently.

"Alright. Alright," said Andromeda, recomposing herself. "Nymphadora, pay attention in all your classes. Do not go around impersonating your teachers. I do not need another letter from Professor Sprout! I mean it, Dora. Next time I get a letter, I will send a howler." She gave Dora a hug before continuing. "And help out your sister."

Dora hugged her mother and then her father who told her to have a good term. She gathered her trunk, then ran off with a group of her friends. One of them was a boy with flaming red hair who talking excitedly about dragons.

"Oh, my sweet Drucilla," Andromeda began, throwing her arms around Dru. "You also pay attention in your classes. Stay out of trouble. Oh, and good luck with the sorting. We'll be proud of you no matter what house you're in."

When Andromeda released Dru, Ted wrapped his arms around her. "Have fun." He ruffled her hair affectionately when they broke apart.

Dru gather her trunk and Gizmo's carrier (Gizmo himself was drapped on Dru's shoulders). She climbed aboard the train and began looking for a place to sit.

Most of the compartments where full. Dru wasn't even able to sit in the same compartment as her sister because of how many other boys and girls there were occupying it.

Finally, she stumbled upon a mostly empty one. The only other person was a dark skinned boy with dreadlocks.

"Pardon me," she began politely, "but would it be all right if I sit here?"

The boy nodded. Dru happily slid into the compartment. Gizmo hopped from her shoulders and onto the seat. Dru placed his carrier on the racks above. She then tried to lift her trunk, but it was too heavy.

"Would you like a hand with that?" asked the boy.

Dru nodded. "Yes, that would be wonderful."

The boy struggled for just a bit before lifting it onto the rack.

"Thanks," said Dru.

"No problem," the boy said with a smile. "My name's Lee. Lee Jordan."

Dru smiled back at him before sitting across from him. "I'm Drucilla Tonks. You can just call me Dru, though."

"Drucilla is a nice name."

"Yeah, my mum gave to me for my birthday," Dru said before thinking. Lee laughed at that. "Sorry," she continued. "I have a nasty habit of being a smart-arse."

"Don't apologize," Lee assured her. "It was funny."

The two of them fell into silence. Gizmo was mewing softly in Dru's lap. She stroked his ears fondly.

The silence, however, was short lived. It was broken by someone yelling, "Oi, George! There's room here."

Dru looked up to see a boy with red hair and brown eyes. His face was scattered with freckles, as were the hands protruding from the sleeves of a navy-blue jumper. The boy wore a grin on his face. A grin that Dru had seen Dora wear every time she was about to do something their mother would not approve of.

A few moments later, the boy was joined by a nearly identical copy of himself. This boy also wore a navy-blue jumper. However, his posture was a bit different, as was the curve of his mouth and the set of eyes.

"Is it all right if we join you two?" asked the first boy.

"Yes," said Dru and Lee together.

The two boys walked into the compartment. They put up the trunks, then sat down. One of them next to Dru, the other sat next to Lee.

"I'm Fred, by the way," said the boy next to Dru.

"And I'm George," said the one next to Lee.

"I'm Lee Jordan," Lee said with a chipper smile.

"Nice to meet you Lee," said the boys together. "And you are?" they asked Dru.

"Drucilla Tonks," she replied, "but most people just call me Dru."

"Hold on," began the one called Fred. "Is your sister Nymphadora Tonks?" Dru nodded. "She's good friends with our brother Charlie."

"You must be Weasleys, then," Dru concluded.

"Yep," said George. "Anyway, what house d'you two think you'll get?"

"Hope I get Gryffindor," said Lee. "My dad was in Gryffindor."

"We'll definitely get Gryffindor," said George.

"Oh yeah," continued Fred. "Our family has been in Gryffindor for generations."

"What about you, Dru?" asked Lee. "What house do you think you'll get?"

Dru thought this over for a moment. To be honest, she didn't have a clue! Her family was so varied that they had all been in different houses. It was completely impossible to determine what house she'd be in.

"I don't know," she said finally."

They were all silent for a moment before Fred said, "Your sister's a Hufflepuff, right?"

Dru nodded. If Dru was being honest with herself, she didn't really see herself in Hufflepuff. Sure it was as good a house as any. Dru just didn't think she quite fit the mold. She thought she'd make a lousy Hufflepuff. She could get very mean and nasty if pushed to the point.

"Where either of your parents in Hufflepuff?" asked George.

"No," she replied. "They were in different houses."

"What house was your dad in?" asked Lee.

"Dad was a Ravenclaw."

Dru felt like she'd do all right in Ravenclaw. She was witty and smart. She enjoyed reading and learning new things. Of course, she only liked learning if it was beneficial later on.

"Was anyone else in his family a Ravenclaw?" George asked.

"No. My dad's a Muggleborn."

The three boys made adopted identical expressions of realization. To Dru's relief, they weren't rude about the fact that her father was Muggleborn. A lot of people were.

"And your mum?" asked Fred.

"Mum comes from a long, long line of Slytherins."

Secretly, Dru hoped she'd get Slytherin. Her mother and father were always telling her that she was very ambitious for her age. Dru was also a very shrewd person. Her judgments almost never led her astray.

The boys looked at her uncomfortably.

"Wait, your mum's a Pureblood, right?" asked George.

"Yes."

"And she married a Muggleborn?" asked Lee.

"Well, yeah," Dru replied, getting rather annoyed.

"Aren't Pureblood Slytherins really blood prejudice?" asked Fred.

Dru huffed impatiently. "Not all Slytherins are bad, y'know. I mean, look at Merlin!"

"Yeah, okay," said George lightheartedly.

Dru rolled her eyes.

The rest of the journey to Hogwarts, the four of them talked about other things. Things like: their classes, their favorite Quidditch teams, and so on and so forth.

Dru could hardly wait for them to arrive.