{A little background on Megan before things really get rolling: Megan is Harry's only friend from kindergarten. In the book it says he didn't have any friends, but I am entitled to change it a little bit. She, like Harry, had no idea that she was a witch, until she got a letter from Hogwarts. Her parents had 'forgotten' to tell her, but when she got her letter they were very supportive. They had agreed to get her to the Leaky Cauldron, but from there she was on her own. I guess they thought if they did not mention it, she wouldn't get a letter, or something.}
"That's the last of your stuff, honey, have fun, we'll see you at Christmas," Mr. Thompson said and smiled at the young girl that had just stepped out of the car. The girl, whose name was Megan Thompson, smiled at her parents and hugged them good-bye. "See you later," was her only reply. She stood watching as her parents, got into their car and pulled away from the curb. Megan turned and glanced down at her luggage. She had only packed the things she needed, but she felt she had packed too much. She lifted the handle of her large trunk and began to drag it away from the curb. She only got a few yards before the weight of the trunk forced her to stop. A boy that looked to be about her age saw that she was having trouble with her things and quickly strided over. Wordlessly, he picked up the other end of the trunk and helped her carry it into the Leaky Cauldron. She took a closer look at him. The boy looked strangely familiar...
"That's the last of your stuff, honey, have fun, we'll see you at Christmas," Mr. Thompson said and smiled at the young girl that had just stepped out of the car. The girl, whose name was Megan Thompson, smiled at her parents and hugged them good-bye. "See you later," was her only reply. She stood watching as her parents, got into their car and pulled away from the curb. Megan turned and glanced down at her luggage. She had only packed the things she needed, but she felt she had packed too much. She lifted the handle of her large trunk and began to drag it away from the curb. She only got a few yards before the weight of the trunk forced her to stop. A boy that looked to be about her age saw that she was having trouble with her things and quickly strided over. Wordlessly, he picked up the other end of the trunk and helped her carry it into the Leaky Cauldron. She took a closer look at him. The boy looked strangely familiar...