"Mom! Do we have to do this?" asked Ana, dragging her cart, which was heavy to the breaking point.

"We've gone over this more than once. Ask one more time and I'll send you to Aunt Hillary's!" shouted her mother, as she handed her ticket to the conductor. Aunt Hillary was the most horrible woman ever. She had a zillion cats, mean cats. There was Butterscotch, Muffin, Holly, Rolly Polly, Prince Hamlet, Sir Grand, Yellow Cat, Mittens, Delilah, Twisty, Chubby, Stretcher, CK (Compact Kitten), Pinky, Minky, Winky, Dinky, Sinky, Fuzzball, Cheese, Florida, Freckles, Mrs. Mouseminer, Mr. Mouseminer, Baby Mouseminer (Baby for short), Nana, Banana, Panda, Bobaloo, Diana, Max, Pooh Bear, Slinky, ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ, Bookworm, Vanessa, Big Bear, Alfalfa, Ruby Red, Emerald Green, Sapphire Blue, Topaz Yellow, Bouncy, and Tornado. Then there was her fish. Let's not even get into that. She smelled of old moth-eaten clothes and baked burnt cookies made of old clumps of sugar. She never cleaned her house although it was always neat, mold hung off the lamps and under the chairs. The music was soft but dull, never too exciting. She always had you doing something. She never had any food in the house; you were always hungry there. The point is she wasn't very nice at all.

Ana gave the conductor her ticket and stepped aboard.

"I have a compartment with another new teacher in the back reserved. Find a place to sit. Molly's children look nice enough. Go find them," said Dana. Ana nodded politely, with the horror of the threat of Aunt Hillary still ringing in her ears.

She found an empty compartment and put her things into it. Ana walked aimlessly up and down the aisles. She heard a teacher coming and ducked into a side aisle.

"Did you see that awful bun right in the middle of her head?" asked the twin.

"Yeah, I know, and those big old round glasses! WORSE THAN HARRYS!" said a twin's voice. Ana touched her glasses.

"And...And ... that ... old ... dirty, ... heavy ... dress!" said the tall skinny boys voice inbetween laughter. Ana rubbed out her dress. "Worse than last years dress robes I believe."

"Did you see her ugly, dirty striped cat?" asked the other twin.

"You guys are mean!" said the frizzy haired one, half laughing.

"Plus, she had green silk slippers on! I hope she knows its not Halloween yet!" said the younger girls voice. They were in fits of laughter. Ana lifted her dress up and looked at her muddy shoes. She was furious. She ran into her compartment.

Stayed there for a while crying and thinking up a comeback. She grabbed Abby and ran down the hall to confront them.

She ran down the hall and knocked on the door. They were still making jokes about her.

"Who may it be?" asked the jet black hair boy.

"Ana!" said Ana in her sweetest voice.

"Shoot! You guys shut up!" whispered one of the twins.

"May I come in?" asked Ana.

"Just a minute!" shouted a voice unrecognizable from all the hustling and rackets inside. She slid the door open and saw a hump of struggling bodies, struggling to get sheets of paper. They hadn't noticed her looks, just that the door had opened. Ana reached down and picked few up. She put Abby down to look at them.

The first read:

"Squib".

The second:

"Mudblood".

The third:

"Dirt Rag".

The last:

"Licey".

"Is this what you think of me?" asked Ana. "For one thing, I am quite capable of magic, far above your intelligence. Second I am all pure wizard other than some people in this compartment," she hissed at Hermione. "Third I had dirty clothing on because it's a little rainy out! And lastly I don't have bugs and never had. I am as clean as a cottonball."

She threw the papers on the ground. All the boys and girls looked up at her. She was angry. Then something hit her.

"You....are Ha-Harry P-Potter," stumbled Ana.

"Oh yes!" said Harry, happy that she changed the subject.

"The....the...boy that..."

"Lived," said the small red haired girl at the bottom of the pile.

"Yes...the boy that lived. You are well known. But I am not," she said sadly.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"You were the one that was remembered!" she said angrily. "Hagrid pulled me away and I...I was not remembered. You were in books and in tales of Voledomort. But I...I wasn't!"

"What in bloody hell are you talking about?" asked Harry.

"I...Harry Potter.... am..... the Girl That Lived!" she said as she lifted her bangs up over her scar.