By Any Other Name by Brita*Chica

A/N: I haven't had any reviews yet on the first two chapters so please review this one. Please! (makes puppy dog eyes and puts on best smile ensuring that any possible reviews run away as fast as they can.) Please review!

Disclaimer: I own the plot, Ollie, Joan, Charles, Edward, Elizabeth and Mary. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter related stuff, and I think that Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee are from Alice In Wonderland but tell me if I'm wrong.

Chapter Three- Express Delivery

"Right?"

"Right."
"So, we just walk through the post? Right?"

"Right."

"Straight through it, don't stop, don't look back, go through the solid post..."

"Right."

"Break head in two."

"Ri... Wrong. You'll be fine."

"I think I'll stay here." Mary said. She didn't like the idea of walking into things. She had almost fainted when she had been told that it was the only way into the station. She was quite adamant. She wasn't going to go throw. She decided to say it. "I don't feel like going anymore see you another day. Hey!"

She yelled out as Charles grabbed her off her feet and lifted her through the post. Mary expected to hear a bang and to find her brother with his head in half lying in a pool of blood but instead, when she opened her eyes she was a long way from the post. She had made it through. Oh. Still, she didn't want to do it again.

"I told you," Charles said, "people don't get hurt when they go through the barrier, it's perfectly safe."

Suddenly there was a load bang and two red haired roly-poly boys crashed through the barrier and one of them stated yelling.

"Help! I've broken my foot. I've broken my foot. I am unable to walk." This would have been convincing if it hadn't been accompanied by a smile that could rival the Devil's in mischief.

"Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee." Charles muttered. "Anyway, I've got to go now. Don't worry Mary," he said as Mary had a look of terror on her face, "I'll see you at Hogwarts." He then went back through the barrier.

Mary went through a few carriages before finding a seat. About five or six minutes later some people came in.

"We sit here." One of them said. He looked like the leader. Mary was about to get up but the boy stopped her. "You're cute, you know that? What house are you in, you look too old to be a first year."

"I'm starting in fourth year today. I'm in Slytherin." At this the boy's face spread into a smile. The smile scared Mary, it was only done with his mouth and not his eyes.

"Slytherin, really? Then let me teach you all you need to know." He said.

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The carriages were almost full, Elizabeth had to make do with what she could. That was next to a girl with fizzy brown hair. She didn't feel like talking.

Elizabeth didn't know why she felt the way she had felt for the past few days. It scared her a bit. She had never felt like it before. It had to have something to do with the sorting hat putting her in Gryffindor. Her mum had told her that it was a good house to be put in, that she had been in it herself, but if her mum had been in it then that meant that Gryffindor had to be full of liars.

Her mother still hadn't told her that they had been banned from England.

"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger." The girl said.

"Elizabeth. If you want to annoy me then you can call me Lizzy. If I like you them you can call me Lizzabeth. If you are asking for a favour you can call me Beth. If you want help with your homework call me Lizz and if you are having a go at me you can call me young lady. Abide by these rules and we might be able to get along."

"What house are you in?"

"Fifth year Gryffindor."

"Me to. You know, if you want I could try to be friends with you?"

This caught Elizabeth off guard. She had never had anyone ask her this before. She didn't know her surname though.

"What's wrong."

"My name is Elizabeth Jamelia Riddle. Do you still want to be friends with me?"

"Yeah. I suppose that I do."

The rest of the ride was quite fun. Elizabeth met Hermione's friends Ron Wesley and Harry Potter. The boy named Harry went a weird colour when she told him her surname. When she asked what was wrong he said nothing.

Everything was going fine until she found a note with her name on it.

Riddle Girl,

We don't want you here at Hogwarts. When you get off the train, turn back and get out of this country. I give you warning. If you do not leave then you will be sorry. You do not deserve to be in Gryffindor. You will pay for what your father did.