It was amazing to Genieve how quickly the time flew by. Before she knew it, she had all her supplies and all her extra belongings. And soon after that, she was on the train on her way to Hogwarts. Genieve was afraid that she wouldn't make any friends. Which may have been why she made the friends she did. Perhaps she was desperate to meet new people. Or perhaps it was fate. Perhaps it was fate that made her sit by herself on the train to Hogwarts until about halfway through the journey. For at the point a young man dressed in all black appeared in her car. The man was obviously interested in something. Genieve watched the man cautiously.

" Hello," the man's voice was smooth and mature for his age.

" Hi," Genieve smiled meekly. The man smiled back quickly.

" My name is Severus Snape, third year," Snape introduced himself. Quickly he sat down opposite Genieve.

" I'm Genieve Larkov," Genieve introduced herself. " First year," Snape smiled again, reaching out his hand. Genieve took his hand cautiously. Once her fingers touched his, her mind race, ten million thoughts flying every which way. Something powerful was around this man. Snape felt it too. He withdrew his hand quickly, placing it in his left hand, massaging his fingers.

" It was a pleasure to meet you," Snape kept his eyes down as he stood and left the box. Genieve watched him leave. She heard someone else in the hallway. Genieve heard someone muttering and then a door slamming.

" Genieve," a man's voice called to her. Someone passed her box, turned and came back around for another look. She recognized the face.

" James!"

" Are you okay?" James Potter asked as he threw his arms around her. " Wow! You've grown. The last time I saw you was when you were knee high."

" Yeah, I'm fine," Genieve smiled quickly. " And you've seen me before. You came to live with us for a month during the summer last year," James titled his head, pretending to think.

" Aye, I did didn't I?" James smiled. " I forgot about that one," James sat down next to her, producing a pile of Chocolate Frog Cards. " Here, you still collect them."

" Yes I do," Genieve took the cards, sorting through them. " Thanks a lot."

" I've been collecting them for a while now," James smiled. " Thought you'd like them."

" I do, thanks!" Genieve pocketed some of the cards in her robe.

" Genieve?" James asked, glancing at the floor.

" Yes, James?" Genieve continued looking at some of the cards.

" I was just going to ask you," James looked at Genieve, " if you can do me a favor."

" That depends," Genieve looked up before glancing at the cards.

" You know that man that just came and talked to you?"

" Severus Snape I believe," Genieve recalled. " Yes. What about him?"

" I need you to not talk to him," James told Genieve. Genieve set down her cards.

" Why?" Genieve asked quickly.

" Because I promised your father that I would protect you and Snape isn't anyone you want to hang around with," James explained. " He's from Slytherin. And You-Know-Who came from that house. No good wizard has come from that house," James regarded Genieve quickly. " I don't want you to get mixed up with the wrong people."

" James," Genieve sighed. " I think I'm old enough to determine who is evil," Genieve smirked. " But, yes, I'll not talk to him if that makes you feel better."

" It does, thank you," James smiled. Quietly he stood up. " I'll be back to check on you later," James left down the hall. Genieve watched him leave before settling back to watch the scenery pass. Genieve was suddenly bored and before she knew it she had fallen asleep.

" Genieve," James Potter's voice cut through her dreams. " Genieve," a hand shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up. " We're here, Genieve," James told her quickly.

" Umm," Genieve opened one eye quickly.

" Come on," James instructed her. Genieve stood sluggishly and followed James off the train. The first years were gathering around one of the professors. " You better get going. I'll meet you in the Great Hall. You'll be a Gryffindor, I can assure you," James smiled quickly, squeezing her hand before running off to see some of his friends. Genieve watched him leave.

" First years. This way!" Genieve heard. Quickly she turned and followed the rest of her schoolmates.