You guys'll have to excuse my straight-forwardness on this particular story. David gets impatient and I have to type fast and read while I'm doing it. Even so, I usually only get about three to four pages done.

Anyway, sorry about that, I'm whining a little. Well, if you hadn't quite caught on, David and Angel were supposed to have ridden the train to get to King's Cross, where Hermione and her family would pick them up. You and I know that ain't so! Here we go, on the Hogwarts Express for real this time. Dee wants to thank everyone for being so supportive on his first attempt at "writing". (--If you guys also haven't caught on, David can't read or write, so what's actually going on is I'm typing it while Dee's talkin' about it and planning. He's pretty good--even got me to do some background research on Aeolus for him)

Anyway, I'm jammering.

Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter at all, nor do we own Aeolus, the god of wind in Greek mythology.

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Chapter 4: Hogwarts Express

Sam had been right; as soon as we were up, we ate breakfast and shoved the three trunks and Keiko into the car and were off. All within half an hour. Even with all that rushing, we were still running slightly behind in getting to King's Cross. Sam had wanted to give us a good fifteen to twenty minutes to get on board. We had ten.

Never in my life had I seen such traffic in one place before. Even Washington D.C. at the Fourth of July wasn't this busy.

"How did you guys get to the platform?" Sam asked. "Your tickets say 'Platform Nine and Three-Quarters'."

"We go through the wall," I answered nonchalantly. "Isn't that right, Angel?"

"Yeah, we go through the wall," Angel smiled. Hermione smiled and nodded in agreement, but Sam and Ken were looking at us as though we had all gone mental.
"Th-through the wall?" Ken stuttered. "Isn't that-"
"No, the pillar is kind of like a portal," Angel explained. "It'll take us to another place, more remote, where we can start off on the Hogwarts Express."
"I'll write as often as I can, Mum," Hermione told her as they stood a bit away from us, having one last family hug and such. "See you soon."
"And you, Hermione."

Angel looked a bit uncomfortable, and I knew why. Not only was she afraid of the dark, she was afraid of being touched. Angel is not the best person to scare by tapping her on the shoulder. My jaw still hurts from the last time I made that mistake.

Just as Angel had feared, Sam gave us each a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. Angel was polite and smiled, but I could see she had stiffened substantially.

"We'll see you soon, kids," Sam smiled. "Good bye!" They turned back toward their car and I led the way to platforms 9 and 10.

"No one's watching," Angel whispered. "Go, babe!" I took off at a leisurely run, enough to be quick, but not fast enough to catch any of the surrounding Muggles' eyes. Pushing the cart, which carried Keiko and my trunk (considerably lighter than either Angel's or Hermione's), I made my way toward the large train.

Never in my life had I seen such a sight. The Hogwarts Express was extremely long, as was the platform on which it was loaded. It had to be at least a mile either way. The movie had not done this beautiful locomotive justice. Apparently, Angel and Hermione agreed with me, because they stopped and stared too.

"Let's see if we can't get the caboose," I suggested. "It looks like most of the ones in front are full up." Of course, what I really wanted was to find Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. I wanted to turn that yellow-bellied bit of mouse dung his rightful shade. I had spent the ride here perfecting the spell. (I am talking about Scabbers, Ron's rat, if you were wondering)

I think Angel knew what my motives were, but I also knew she had some of her own. I think in the course of reading Harry Potter's tale to me, she had come to love the little trio and would do anything to see them together.

When we reached the foot of the train, we climbed aboard. I was slightly disappointed to see that the two boys were no where in sight. Hermione and Angel loaded their trunks anyway and helped me with mine too.
"Wait until the train starts moving," Angel told me in a hushed voice. "Things may get out of hand. I nodded, silently agreeing with her. The train started off, not leaving a single soul behind.

Keiko gave a twitter of appreciation as I gave her a small amount of water. I had brought a water bottle for each of us, and I think Angel and Hermione were grateful.

The first person we met was not Harry nor Ron nor even Malfoy. It was Neville Longbottom. Almost at once, Angel asked him if he would sit down with her and Hermione. I wondered why and decided to ask later. Probably something that happened in the fourth book that we obviously hadn't talked about yet.

I headed out into the hall and up the main passage, opening compartments along the way. Where were they? Harry and Ron had to be around here somewhere. I felt a cold chill and looked up to see what I was almost certain was Draco Malfoy and his two toadies, Crabbe and Goyle. The description fit, anyway. Malfoy didn't look anything like the movie, though, so I couldn't be sure.

I passed several others, including a strange-looking boy who used his overhanging hair like a hood, covering his eyes and ears. Even stranger was his eyes; they were a strange shade of green, I'd almost say they were yellow.

After getting to the front of the train without any sign of either Harry or Ron, I almost gave up. The sight of a pair of redheads stopped me short. Was that Fred and George?

"Hey!" I called to them. "What're you guys doing?" When they turned around, I knew at once they had been doing something suspicious.

"We, ah-"
"-um-"

"-uh-"
"We were getting something to eat!" said the one on the left promptly.

"Oh," I was startled by their answer. Was that how twins really acted? "Um...my name's David. Who're you guys?"

"Fred."
"George."
"Cool," I smiled. "So, what year are you guys? This is my first year."
"Second," they answered in unison. The glanced at each other a moment, then back at me.

"Are you one of the new American transfer students?" asked George.

"Yeah, that's me," I smiled. "My sister, Angel, is the other."
"I thought you were identical twins," Fred scratched his head.
"We look alike, but you wouldn't call us identical," I answered. I was kind of stunned by their behavior. They were kind of being direct. Like they really had something to hide. I guess that's what they were always like, though.

"What are you guys hiding?"

"Nothing."
"Nothing at all."
"Uh-huh. Sure." I turned around to leave.

And ran right into an enormous monster.

***POV***Angel***

After David left, Hermione and I tried to help Neville find his poor toad, Trevor. I hoped this wouldn't be going on all year, with him losing the thing and then us having to help him find it, but I couldn't help but want to help the boy.
He reminded me a bit of myself, when I was about his age.

Correction: When I had been his age the first time. He left a few minutes later to ask around again. We had already done it twice.

"Excuse me," said a voice. I looked up and saw the first person I'd wanted to see in the first place. "Can I sit with you guys?"
"Sure, go on ahead," I smiled dazzlingly, at least I hoped I did. He set his enormous trunk and white owl on the floor and put it up as best he could to keep it out of the way.

"I'm sorry to impose, but there weren't any more empty compartments," he gave a wry half-smile.

"Y-You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" Hermione recognized him immediately, of course.

"So you've heard of me, too," Harry grimaced a bit.

"Don't worry too much," I shrugged, glad Neville had lost his toad. "Being famous isn't all it's cracked up to be, but being a person is what's best to be."

"Where do you get all this?" Hermione gawked at me.

"I make it up in my head," I shrugged. "I was a writer/artist, back in Kansas. Only thing there was I actually enjoyed doing."

"Excuse me?" another voice, this one so much sweeter, came from the door. "Is this compartment filled? Everywhere else is full."
"Nope, come right on in," I grinned. A tall boy with red hair entered, carrying his rat in his arms. I glanced at the rat for a moment before gesturing to the seat beside me. These compartments were huge and spacious, able to fit about ten people. I was sure it was somehow bewitched to be that way.

"So, it's true," said a voice I would have loved to sit and listen to all day, despite the slippery malice I sensed behind it. It was a dangerous voice. And the boy behind the voice was dangerously beautiful.
Oh, boy. If angels sang every time a crush was born, they would be trying to kill me about now. Silvery white blonde hair, silver eyes, and a pale face graced this boy. The movie and the books and every fan fiction I've ever read could never have done this boy justice. He was just too good to be true.

Which was so true.

I think I'm going to be sick.

I avoided the dream's eyes.

"So, it's true. Hogwarts has a transfer program," he said, twisting his words with a coat of spiced honey. "And has brought an angel to Hogwarts."

My throat contracted, but from want to hear him say more or from the bitter bile rising in my throat, I couldn't tell.

"I will be certain to speak with you again," he said, kneeling down in front of me. The hot flush on my face told all. I think. Ah! I'm so confused!

He left a kiss on the back of my hand and left with a flutter of his Hogwarts school robes. I swallowed hard.

"That was weird."

"I'll say," I muttered, rubbing my hand.

The rest of the ride, I sat in a daze, oblivious to everyone and everything else, trying to clear my mind of whatever thoughts had invaded it.

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When we reached Hogsmeade station, I was sure David was still looking for Harry. But it was him who shook me out of my daydream and told me that Hagrid was calling all first years.

It turned out that the plump witch had come and I had missed out on tasting the Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. I had missed my brother managing to turn Scabbers a sickly shade of yellow. I had missed Hermione fixing Harry's glasses. I had missed so much and too much.

The train ride had been eventful and had left me with too much to brood on. I left the Hogwarts Express for the dirt path, slipping and sliding in the mud, feeling as though rocks were tumbling around in my chest and head.

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I missed everything! WAAAAHHHHHH!!! Well, gave me plenty of time to think on Draco's little motion. In case none of ya'll have figured it out, little Draco has a crush on me. Heh. Kinda weird, ya ask me. I really think Miss Rowling is a good writer, but since she writes in second person, from Harry's point of view, Draco doesn't appear all that good of a person. I know, I know, no one who's come out of Slytherin ever became a good wizard, but STILL! They ARE human, and I wanna make it that way.

So Draco's found a little something to take him away from being that little snot-nosed brat in the books.

And plus, I don't think the movies did him any justice. Just because he's fairly a bad boy don't mean he's not good-looking! After all, "a good girl can change a bad boy forever", as quoted from Mars.

A cute little joke is coming up next chapter, and I hope everyone finds it funny! Hint: The Hat says it to Angel while she's being Sorted! Plus, something almost goes wrong! Find out soon on Winds of Aeolus!