Ashlie walked to the platform at King's Crossing. Nine and three quarters? Odd number. But she had found it. Thanks to a very nice woman who had helped her. Otherwise, she would have been screwed. Now, she was busy pulling her cart along the platform, trying to find an empty compartment. Dammit. She knew she should have come earlier. Of course everyone would already have friends. Duh. It was obvious. She thought longingly of her old school. At Truns, in Salem MA, she was the most popular girl in her class. She had had so many friends. Or so she had thought. But when she explained what had happened and that she was transferring to Hogwarts, everyone just seemed to move on. Move up in the social world now that there was a vacancy.

Ashlie shook her head. Be friendly and positive. No bad thoughts. She finally found a somewhat empty compartment. She knocked on the door. There was no answer. She slowly opened it and peered in. There were three boys and two girls sitting in there. They all started to laugh as she opened the door. Disguisted, she went to close it. Who did these people think they were? They didn't even know her, they hadn't exchanged one word and they were laughing at her. Ingrates. But, before she could close the door, one of the girls jumped up and put her hand in front of Ashlie's face before she could close the door. "Wait! Wait! Sorry about that. We weren't laughing at you. We were expecting someone else." Ashlie laughed it off. She was getting paranoid. "You can come and sit in here if you like." The girl with frizzy hair and large teeth introduced herself as Hermione. She pointed to a boy with flaming red hair, "George," a boy with a scar down the middle of his forehead and unruly black hair, "Harry,", another boy with red hair, looking more freckle-y and younger than the first, "Ron," and a girl with more red hair, "Ginny. Yup so that's us all, oh, but there's one more...George's twin is.." Just at that moment the twin burst into the compartment, not looking very happy. "Do...you..." he said between gasps for breath, "Know...what...you...did...to me?" Everyone was laughing. Hmm...another inside joke she wasn't involved in, she just loved that feeling. Hermione tried to explain to her what happened. "We enchanted all of our trunks that Fred, oh that's Fred, George's twin, anyway, we enchanted the trunks so they would seem light at first and then get heavier each step he took. There were like six trunks, he must've been dying." Ashlie couldn't help but laugh. Maybe these people weren't as bad as she thought they would be.

During the trip, she learned more about each of them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were fifth years, just like her. Fred and George were in their seventh year, and Ginny was a fourth year. Once they got to the school, they headed towards the great hall, Ashlie was so amazed and overpowered by its beauty, she couldn't stop staring. She suddenly realized that she had bumped into a table. "Ash? Are you a Gryffindor? Or do you have to be sorted?" "No, I got a letter, I'm going to be in Slytherin." Everyone turned to look at her, mouths wide open. "Is there something wrong with Slytherin?" "Uh...Ashlie? How did you get put there?" Hermione stammered nerviously. "I don't know they just sent me the letter. WHAT IS GOING ON?" She was begininng to get upset. And she hadn't even sat at the Slytherin table yet.

A/N: I hope to turn this into a really loooooong series...just wait to see what happens!

PS: Unfortunatley, I am not lucky enough to own any of these characters except Ashlie.