AN: Ron is a bit OOC, but he's getting better. And I've also moved them up into the 21st century to make that reference.
And I have thought long and hard about what houses would my Bleach characters end up in, and came up with mixt names. Kisuke was the hardest to place, so bear with me on this.

Bolded parts are from "The Philosopher's Stone"

"How soon should I write you guys?" Ellie stared up at her family, trunk already stowed away into an empty compartment on the train behind her.

"As soon as you can, tomorrow. Tell us about your sorting and the friends you've made on the journey."

"Sure thing, Dad. And I'll keep out of trouble too. As much as I can." She held up her hands, making her parents laugh, then stepped forward, trying to hug all three of them. "I'll miss you so much! Christmas is too far away!"

"We know, my little star, we know," her mum mumbled into her hair, her dads nodding along.

"I'm sorry for leaving you so quickly."

"It's not your fault, Oyaji. You can't control what Soul Society does." They broke apart, Ellie stepping back so her parents wouldn't be late from their meeting. "Hug everyone again for me?"

"Of course. Write us tomorrow, even if it's about the weather, and don't forget we love you more than anything."

"I know, Mum. And I love you too."

Ellie watched the people mingle around the platform from the window, trying to disappear into the darkness of the glass. There was a round-faced boy with a squirming toad in his hands staring at an old woman wearing the strangest hat she'd ever seen, a couple of muggles looking around in awe while their daughter, who looked like her mother with an extreme bed-head, and the pointy faced boy from the clothes shop trying to run away from his teary-eyed mother.

Another family barrelled through the barrier, the mother surrounded by so many kids, Ellie was having a headache. There was a girl around her age half-hidden behind her mother, two older boys who were most likely twins holding up their hands in gestures similar to swearing an oath. There was another boy, even older than the other two, trying to distance himself from the others, while their mother was busy cleaning the nose of the last boy, this one looking about her age.

Madam Bones and her niece walked by in front of the family, disrupting her observations. She smiled at Susan, who waved at her and pointed towards a blonde girl with pigtails. Ellie gave her two thumbs up, then turned to search for a book to read on the ride. They'd be off soon.

The train started moving with a soft jerk. Ellie looked up from her book long enough to see teary-eyed mothers and smiling sibling waving at departing carriages. She was about to go back to her reading when the compartment door slid open, revealing the youngest redhead.

"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Ellie. "Everywhere else is full."

"Sure," she motioned towards the empty bench, "company would be great."

The door opened again, revealing the older brothers of her new travelling companion.

"Hey, Ron," said one of the twins. "Listen, we're going down the middle of the train - Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."

"Right," mumbled Ron, the twins turning towards her.

"Young miss, would you allow us to introduce ourselves?" Asked the other twin with an exaggerated bow. Ellie, not trusting her voice, only nodded. "Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother."

"Ellie Potter, a pleasure to meet you all." She bowed her head, Fred's lessons about acting like a lady ringing through her head. The boys gasped, Ron almost jumping up in joy.

"Are you really?"

"Sure. According to my birth certificate, at least."

"The pleasure is ours, Miss Potter," one of the twins, possibly George, shook her hand, "But we have no time to chat."

"Close your mouth, Ron. A spider could get in."

"See you later, boys!" She waved at them, sliding the door shut. She let out a tired sigh, turning back towards Ron. Time to face the drums.

"Have you really got the...you know…" He gestured towards his forehead. Ellie pulled back her bangs, showing him the ragged white lines marring the skin there. She had no problems with scars since her parents were covered in them, but the one on her forehead? She hated it with a passion. It signified only death and fame she did not ask for.

"So that's where You-Know-Who…"

"Yep. But I don't remember it. There's a green light, then poof, everything's blank until I'm stealing cookies from the kitchen with my Oya...old man."

"Wow." She nodded at his reaction, going back to her book. She could feel his eyes on her, until they suddenly shifted, looking out the window.

"Is everyone in your family magical?" Ellie asked, the sudden silence too uncomfortable, even with her book.

"Er - Yes, I think so," said Ron. "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."

"It's a shame. I think not having magic makes life more interesting. Or at least that's the impression my grandpa made."

"But I heard you went to live with Muggles," remarked Ron, making her pause. Her living arrangement wasn't exactly kept secret, but maybe he was just not in the loop.

"My parents are magical. Mum is even Lady Blackmoor," he let out a gasp, again, "but we live in both worlds."

"Did you just say 'Blackmoor'? Like the very old Blackmoor family that is rumoured to be as old as Magic?"

"My grandmother was a Black," she shrugged, not considering it a big thing. Her mum's family might have been really ancient, almost prehistorical, but there was no knowledge from that period stored in their library.

"That's amazing! Imagine all the wicked thing you could do! Did they teach you all the secret techniques and stuff?"

"Afraid not. Some things are only possible if you're strong enough, or if you're under the patronage of a god, like Mum is."

"But isn't that Dark Magic? Bill, my oldest brother, said it needed a blood sacrifice to invoke a god."

"It's more grey. And all you need is a cut on your palm or just your finger. Mum was the one who overdid it, but she was trying to stay alive." The conversation died down after that. The car crash was a painful topic in her family, her mum still feeling guilty about her survival. "You mentioned an older brother. Just have many siblings do you have?"

"Six," he laughed, the gloomy mood finally gone, "two of them have already finished Hogwarts. Charlie, he's the second one, is in Romania, studying dragons. I think he also wants to work there. And Bill is in Africa, of all places, working with Gringotts. Did you hear about it, by the way? Someone broke into one of their security vaults."

"Really? What happened to them?"

"Nothing, that's why it's such big news. They haven't been caught. My dad says it must've been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don't think they took anything, that's what's odd. 'Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it."

"Maybe it was a trap," she mused, remembering all the lessons her Oyaji had tried to pass off as stories. He wasn't sneaky at all.

"You think so too? Mum said I shouldn't be thinking about stuff like this when school's coming up, but still! If you break into Gringotts, you don't go for the empty vaults!"

"Right? I would have gone for a Ministry vault or something like that. Old families place al those nasty curses on their stuff."

"Me too. It just seems stupid. And You-Know-Who being behind it? Only if someone like Dumbledore was using the vault."

"Who knows? Maybe the Headmaster thinks there's a dark wizard on the rise and tried to trap them. Your pocket is wiggling."

"Oh," he stared at it with a dumbfounded for a few moments, then pulled out a rat from it, "it's just Scabbers. He's my pet rat. He was Percy's first. I think that he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff- I mean, I got Scabbers instead."

"He must be old now, so he can't be that active." Ellie shrugged, nudging the rat's nose with her finger. He only squirmed a little, changing his position and continuing on with sleeping. There was a knock on the door, then the round-faced boy slid it open.

"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?" When they shook their heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"

"I wouldn't worry. Hagrid says toads always come back. After a while." Ellie told him with a slight wince, then pointed at the empty seat near Ron. "Wanna seat with us? He'll have an easier time finding us if you're in one place."

"Are you sure about this?" The boy asked, face slightly red. Ron nodded along to his question, giving Ellie a look. She smiled reassuringly at both, and the other boy slid fully into the compartment.

"I'm Ellie Potter, by the way. And he's my new best friend, Ron Weasley." Ron looked like Yule had come early, ears red and eyes wide, while the other boy paled.

"I'm Neville Longbottom." He stuttered out, shaking hands with them. They fell silent for a while, Neville jumping up suddenly, as if he had just remembered he had left the stove on.

"I need to tell Hermione to stop searching! I'll be right back!"

"More people?" Ron whined as the door slid closed, slumping in his seat.

"Chin up, mate, we're making friends!" She pulled out her bag, sliding in her book and pulling out her thermos. "Hot chocolate? My dad's special blend."

"Thanks."

Neville returned with the bushy-haired girl with Muggle parents, who was already wearing her school robes. Ron and Ellie were enjoying Fred's chocolate-chip cookies, the boy trying to convince her to change her opinion on Quidditch.

"All done, Neville?"

"Yeah. Guys, this is Hermione Granger. Hermione, Ron Weasley and Ellie Potter, my...friends?"

"Sure, Neville, we're friends," Ron told him, finally accepting the other boy in their bubble.

"Are you really?" said Hermione, addressing Ellie. "I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books. for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."

"Am I now? Do I marry an elven prince and tame a dragon in any of those? Or find a cure for werewolves while also raising Atlantis? I tend to get those mixed up." She smiled sweetly at the red-faced girl. "I wouldn't trust those books much, Hermione. After all, I've never met any of those authors."

"I'm sorry, I thought-"

"Water under the bridge," interjected Ellie, flapping her hand dismissively, " I don't need an apology for stuff like this. Now, which house do you think you'll end up in?"

"I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad…"

"So we have a Gryffinclaw in our midst. Neville?"

"I hope I get Hufflepuff. But my parents were in Gryffindor, and Gran says I should be as great as them. Guess that makes me a Huffindor?"

"That's rough, mate," Ron remarked, patting Neville empathically on the shoulder, eyes trained onto the girls. Both Hermione and Ellie were covering their mouth, trying to calm their giggles that seemed to intensify every time they looked at each other.

"I'll go next until you'll calm down. I think I'll be a Gryffindor. I mean, my whole family ended up there. Although I think Percy would have made a great Ravenclaw. And my other alternative is...Hufflepuff, I guess?"

"Another Huffindor!" Ellie toasted him with her thermos, scowling when it turned empty.

"Ellie? What house do you want to be in?"

"Well, my mother and father were both in Gryffindor. My old man should have been a Slytherpuff with a hint of Ravenclaw and my mum a Slytherclaw, had they gone to Hogwarts. My dad would have been a Gryffindor, which is ironic, considering the fact that he's the only sane one out of the three…" she broke off, finally noticing the incredulous looks on the faces of her new friends. "What? It's the truth! My mum is always ready to stab someone and my old man thinks he can live on air and prayers. They need a keeper."

"...Your house, Ellie."

"Oh, right! I think I'll be a Gryffindor. I'm my dad's daughter, according to my family. Even though I'm adopted."