Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related works of J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, or Bloomsbury-whatever. I put this here so I don't get sued, not to give you readers more to look at. However, I do own Kate so I did something, at least, Cheers,

~Lord Voldemort's Heir~

A/N: I'm not very descriptive, I don't think so anyway, so please bear with me, there's a grizzly behind me and he's kind of intimidating lol. Why are you all throwing tomatoes at me? You didn't even start reading the fic! Anyway, this is my first ever fanfic and I'm going to need A LOT of help! If you're confused, or if I make any mistakes, even caPitiLiZation or punctuatio'n, especially speling, tell me and I'll improve. (Or die trying)

Chapter 2: The Almost-Private Compartment

"Did you see Potter?"

"He is so cute,"

"Oh, puh-leeze. Who are you trying to kid?"

"You're only upset because he won't go out with you,"

"What!?!?"

Kate at last found an empty train compartment, second to

the back of the Hogwarts Express, and sat down relieved, for

once, that nobody had stopped to talk to her. She was already

exhausted from the long trip from Bulgaria to London, and this

trip right afterward was, for every reason, no help at all. Now

she didn't know anyone. She read that Hogwarts was

completely different from where she went before. Back at her

old school, she had so many friends and was the envy of

everyone in her year. Maybe Professor Sturm was right. She

thought of what her old headmaster had said of her. Maybe I

am an attention-seeking prat.

Kate heard a group of students coming toward her

compartment. She shrank back into the far corner wishing, hoping,

that they wouldn't come in with her, so she would be alone, for a

change. Kate let out a sigh of relief as they passed by. They must

have gone into the last compartment. Probably nobody else wanted

it. Then the compartment door slid open. Four boys of around fifth

year walked into the compartment laughing amongst themselves. A

small group of girls walked past, giggling about one of the boys

("Go ahead, ask him out,")

"James, there's someone here already," squeaked a small

blond boy.

"So?" said a tall, muscular boy, clearly the leader of the

group. That must be James, Kate thought.

"So, Prongs, you can't just barge in like that, you have to ask

first." Another tall boy objected. He had black, neck-length hair and

was less muscular than James. Not to mention a lot less arrogant.

But, hey, wasn't that me last year? Was I really that bad?

"But," The other black-haired boy shot James a warning look.

"Aaw, okay," He went over to Kate. "Umm, hello. We, my friends

and I, were wondering if we could sit here. Everywhere else is full up."

"Oh," Kate said, a bit offended. "Okay, I'll just find

somewhere else," She turned to leave. "You can have this

compartment to yourselves,"

"No, wait!" called the fourth boy, who was thin and pale, and

looked as if he had just recently got over being sick. "We didn't

mean to intrude. You can stay,"

"Yeah," said James. "Remus won't bite, normally," Remus

smiled weakly.

"Don't mind them. I'm Remus Lupin, by the way,"

"And I'm James Potter," said the arrogant, messy-haired boy.

"Sirius Black," said the boy with the neck-length black hair.

"And this shrimp here is Peter Pettigrew," Kate didn't think it was

too fair of this Sirius Black to call Pettigrew shrimpy, even though

he was smaller than the other three. She was just about to voice this

before-

"Who are you anyway?" Remus asked.

"Kate," she replied. "Kate Carrington,"

"Good to meet to, Kate,"

"Thanks, you too,"

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"Hey, James,"

"Yeah, Kate?"

"Where'd you get that Quidditch set?"

"Oh, that? I bought it in Diagon Alley when I was getting my

school supplies,"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Here, catch," He replied, throwing Kate a Quaffle from

the crate. "Do you play Quidditch at all?"

"Well, my brothers made me keep for them," she said,

throwing him back the bright red ball.

"Really?" Sirius inquired. "Are you any good?"

"Well…,I guess so. I mean, there have probably been better.

Why?"

"Last year's keeper was a seventh year, and he graduated. So

we need a new one," James explained. "You are in Griffindor,

right?"

"Griffindor?"

"Yeah, Griffindor house,"

"Oh, I…umm,"

"Yes?" Peter urged.

"If you're in Hufflepuff, you can tell us, we won't laugh,"

said Remus.

"Hufflepuff?" She let out a little snort of laughter at the way

the name sounded.

"Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin, right James?" Sirius said.

James nodded.

"Slytherin?"

"Aaw, come on," said James. "Just tell us what house you're

in and get this over with,"

"Uh, James,"

"Yes?"

"I'm not in any house,"

"Not in any house?" Peter piped up.

"But that must mean-" Sirius blurted out.

"I'm a transfer," Kate explained. "From Durmstrang,"

A/N: Now do you see why I combined the two together? I said they were short, but nope, you wouldn't believe me. Yeah, my longest chapter yet (*wild applause*) Read and REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!

Can I say it enough? Oh, and who wants to see James totally flip out?