A/N: Anything you recognize from the book belongs to JK Rowling.
::Chapter 1: The Other Side::
Oh, where is he?! Briana thought to herself as she stood in front of platform 9 at Kings Cross station. The fifteen-year-old brunette was waiting for her second uncle, Uncle Vernon (the cousin of her father) to pick her up from the station. She was to spend the summer at their house, with his wife and his son (who's names she did not know), none of whom she had met before.
She impatiently drummed her fingers on handle of the cart of luggage she was wheeling around, peering around the station. 'Look for a large man with a mustache,' her father had told her.
Three kids who looked about her age, one bright redheaded boy and two girls, one with strangely poofy brown hair and the other with shoulder length red hair wheeled their luggage a few feet away from her.
Cute, Briana thought as she peered at the tall boy from the corner of her eye. It seemed as thought they had just been reunited after a long summer, for the brown haired girl was gushing about how she had spend her summer, while the redhead squealed in laughter.
"Where's Harry? We're gonna miss the train!" the redheaded boy exclaimed, taking out a pocket watch.
The redheaded boy looked right towards her direction. His eyes widened. Briana glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
"Harry!" he called out, waving his arm in the air.
Her heart sank. He was looking at the person behind her.
A skinny boy of about he same age walked up to the group, brushing his shaggy hair out of his eyes. She could've sworn she had seen a scar that strangely resembled a lightning bolt before his bangs fell back in place.
"Hey, Ron, Hermione, Ginny," he said with a grin, dragging his luggage behind him. Was that a. . . owl he had with him? Strange choice for a pet, Briana thought with a scoff.
She peered around the train station once more, looking for a large man with a mustache. No luck.
"You guys, we should go now. Is the coast clear?"
Briana glanced at them with interest. Is the coast clear? she repeated in her mind. What were they doing?
And then the strangest thing happened.
The redheaded boy looked around him for a moment, grabbed his luggage and. . . walked straight through the wall!
Briana rubbed her eyes, and gawked at the group. Was she hallucinating?? But sure enough, the redhead was no where in sight.
And then it happened again!
The redheaded girl followed after him, then the brunette. Briana's heart pounded. What was going on?! Just as the boy with the owl was about to step through, she grabbed onto the back of his shirt.
"What the-"
She waited for the painful sensation of flesh against brick. It never came. Instead, she found herself in a train station similar to the one she had just been in.
She gazed around. Strange people in hooded cloaks and pointed hats replaced the regular city people she had seen before. She laughed. What were these people thinking? Who were they anyway? And just where was she?
". . .and she grabbed onto my shirt as I was coming through. . ."
Briana whirled around to find herself face to face with the group she had been listening in on.
The redheaded girl's eyes widened. "But. . . how?! She's a muggle!"
She stared back at each of them in horror. "I'm a what?!"
The boy with red hair nodded. "Yep. . . yep. Definitely a muggle, considering she doesn't even know what a muggle is!"
Her heart raced. What's a muggle? Where was she? What was this place?! "Where am I?" she spoke in a voice that was almost a whimper, fear overtaking every part of her body.
"Maybe she's a first year. . ."
"But she looks our age!"
"The poor girl," the bushy haired girl said, shaking her head. "She doesn't even know what's going on."
"She has to go back!" The shaggy haired boy said, staring at the group. "She was able to get through here, so she must be able to go back!"
The bushy haired girl spoke again. "No, Harry, think about what you're saying! She's already seen too much."
"Maybe we can bash her on the head and leave her there so when she regains consciousness, she'll think this was all a dream," the redheaded boy suggested.
"Ron!" the bushy haired girl said. "What a horrible thing to say! We can't do that!"
"How about a charm, Hermione?" the redheaded girl spoke up.
The bushy haired girl, who's name must've been Hermione (and a quite strange one too, Briana thought to herself), shook her head. "Ginny, you know we aren't allowed to use magic out of school."
"Oh yeah. . ." the redheaded girl who went by Ginny sighed. "I forgot."
"Magic?" Briana spoke up, terribly confused. "What do you mean, magic?"
The four of them stood there, staring at her.
"Isn't anyone going to answer me?!" she asked impatiently.
Hermione glanced over at the others and said, "Well. . . we might as well. . . she isn't going anywhere. . ."
Suddenly a whistle blew.
"You guys! We better get on the train first!" The boy called Ron said frantically.
"But-"
Ginny's eyes widened. "Bring her along! I have a plan!"
They debated on this situation for a few moments before they settled on a decision.
"Come with us!" the boy called Harry said, gesturing towards them and he headed towards the train.
"But. . . I don't know you!" Briana cried over the loud roar of the train.
"You can't stay here alone!"
He was right. She had no idea what was going on, who those people were, where they were taking her, where she was now. . . and she STILL didn't know what a muggle was. "Fine!" she cried over the noise, following them. She covered her ears as the train roared nearby, trying not to think of Uncle Vernon's reaction when she didn't show up.
She followed the four into the train. Inside there were two rows of small compartments separated by an empty aisle in between.
"In here."
The five of them squeezed through the entrance of the nearest compartment. The bushy haired girl slid the door close.
They took a seat, with the bushy haired girl sitting across from her and the redheaded girl sitting to her left, the redheaded boy to her right.
"Let's start with our names. I'm Hermione Granger," she said, smiling. "What's yours?"
Briana gulped, staring back and forth between the strange people. "My name is B-Briana. Briana Dursley."
The others gasped.
"Dursley??" the black haired boy repeated, his mouth gaping open.
She nodded, staring back at them. "Um. . . what about you?"
"I'm Harry, and this is Ginny and Ron," he replied, gesturing towards the redheaded girl and boy on either side of me. "Dursley?!" he repeated.
"Yes!" she said, quite irritated by now. "Briana Dursley. That's my name. Is something the matter?!"
Harry shook his head slowly. "I-I'm sorry. . . but are you by any chance related to someone by the name of Dudley Dursley?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so. . . why do you ask?"
"Harry, it's probably just a coincidence," Hermione spoke up, her eyes glued on Briana. "Now Ginny," she said, turning to the redheaded girl. "Tell us that plan of yours."
"Alright," Ginny said, grinning. "Well, since muggles are certainly not allowed here. . ."
There was that word again!
". . .I thought maybe. . . Bridgette was it?"
"Briana," Briana corrected.
"Oh yes. Sorry about that. I thought maybe Briana could wear one of my spare robes and pose as a student-"
"It wouldn't work," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Hogworts only take first years. And how will she get past Dumbledore?"
"I know that, I'm not saying she has to go to all the classes and stuff, she's a muggle, she wouldn't be able to work with it anyway. I'm just saying she could get into one of my robes to blend in with the other students. Then after the sorting, we could hide her in our room-"
"Ginny that's ridiculous!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "You don't expect her to hide here throughout the whole school year, do you? She probably has someplace to go. We should take this to Dumbledore."
"I was suppose to wait for my Uncle Vernon, but-"
"Uncle VERNON?!" Harry said, his eyes bulging. He adjusted his glasses.
What was with this kid?! First with her last name, and now her uncle's! "YES, Uncle Vernon!" she said, frowning.
"You have an Uncle Vernon!"
"Yes, I just said that."
"But you just said you didn't know a Dudley. . ."
"I don't."
"Then how-"
"Harry, stop it," Hermione said, setting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let her explain her story." She turned to me. "Briana?"
"Well, you see. . ." she started, uncomfortable with the attention. She fidgeted with her hands. "I uh. . . I was waiting for my Uncle Vernon-"
Harry gawked.
"-at the train station, because I was planning on spending a few weeks there, when I spotted you four. I heard you guys talking and then suddenly you-" she looked at Ron. "Ran right into that brick wall and disappeared!"
Hermione slapped Ron's knee. "Ron! You have to be more careful! What if someone else saw you too?"
"Sorry, 'Mione. . ." he mumbled.
"Anyway," Briana continued, "I saw the rest of you go through it too, so naturally I needed to know what was going on. So I grabbed onto your shirt- " she eyed Harry. "-to ask you what was going on and. . . well, here I am."
There was an awkward silence.
Then someone finally spoke up. "Why would you want to spend time at the Dursley's?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Harry," Hermione said, giving him a warning look.
"I AM a Dursley, thank you very much," Briana replied, insulted.
"Tell us about them," Harry said curiously.
Briana sighed. "Well, there's Uncle Vernon, his wife, and their son. I've never met them before so I don't know their names. . . Uncle Vernon is my father's cousin, you see. . . is that what you wanted to know?"
Harry's eyes widened. "I lived with them all my life!" he exclaimed, his surprised expression turning into a grin.
"What?"
"We'll explain later," Hermione cut in. "Right now, we have to focus on what we're going to with you."
"I thought we were going to take her to Dumbledore," Ron said, looking terribly confused.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "That's what we're planning. But what would everyone say when they saw us bringing a muggle into the school, halfwit?"
Ron scowled.
"I say she dress up in one of my robes, and THEN we take her to Dumbledore," Ginny said, beaming.
"If you don't mind my asking," Briana spoke up. "But what's a. . . muggle?"
"Non magic folk," Ron replied simply.
There was another awkward silence.
"Huh?"
"We're witches and wizards," Ginny said as though they were common household words.
Insane would fit more appropriately, Briana thought to herself. She laughed. "Witches? Wizards? Are you joking?"
Hermione sighed. "I'm afraid not."
"Do some 'magic', then," Briana said with an amused grin.
"Wasn't going through the brick wall 'magic' enough for you?" Harry asked, his mouth still gaping open.
She thought about this for a moment. He was right. But still. . . they couldn't be SERIOUS, could they??
Briana closed her eyes. This had to be a dream.
A/N: Hey! I hope you enjoyed the beginning of this story! Please remember to review!
::Chapter 1: The Other Side::
Oh, where is he?! Briana thought to herself as she stood in front of platform 9 at Kings Cross station. The fifteen-year-old brunette was waiting for her second uncle, Uncle Vernon (the cousin of her father) to pick her up from the station. She was to spend the summer at their house, with his wife and his son (who's names she did not know), none of whom she had met before.
She impatiently drummed her fingers on handle of the cart of luggage she was wheeling around, peering around the station. 'Look for a large man with a mustache,' her father had told her.
Three kids who looked about her age, one bright redheaded boy and two girls, one with strangely poofy brown hair and the other with shoulder length red hair wheeled their luggage a few feet away from her.
Cute, Briana thought as she peered at the tall boy from the corner of her eye. It seemed as thought they had just been reunited after a long summer, for the brown haired girl was gushing about how she had spend her summer, while the redhead squealed in laughter.
"Where's Harry? We're gonna miss the train!" the redheaded boy exclaimed, taking out a pocket watch.
The redheaded boy looked right towards her direction. His eyes widened. Briana glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
"Harry!" he called out, waving his arm in the air.
Her heart sank. He was looking at the person behind her.
A skinny boy of about he same age walked up to the group, brushing his shaggy hair out of his eyes. She could've sworn she had seen a scar that strangely resembled a lightning bolt before his bangs fell back in place.
"Hey, Ron, Hermione, Ginny," he said with a grin, dragging his luggage behind him. Was that a. . . owl he had with him? Strange choice for a pet, Briana thought with a scoff.
She peered around the train station once more, looking for a large man with a mustache. No luck.
"You guys, we should go now. Is the coast clear?"
Briana glanced at them with interest. Is the coast clear? she repeated in her mind. What were they doing?
And then the strangest thing happened.
The redheaded boy looked around him for a moment, grabbed his luggage and. . . walked straight through the wall!
Briana rubbed her eyes, and gawked at the group. Was she hallucinating?? But sure enough, the redhead was no where in sight.
And then it happened again!
The redheaded girl followed after him, then the brunette. Briana's heart pounded. What was going on?! Just as the boy with the owl was about to step through, she grabbed onto the back of his shirt.
"What the-"
She waited for the painful sensation of flesh against brick. It never came. Instead, she found herself in a train station similar to the one she had just been in.
She gazed around. Strange people in hooded cloaks and pointed hats replaced the regular city people she had seen before. She laughed. What were these people thinking? Who were they anyway? And just where was she?
". . .and she grabbed onto my shirt as I was coming through. . ."
Briana whirled around to find herself face to face with the group she had been listening in on.
The redheaded girl's eyes widened. "But. . . how?! She's a muggle!"
She stared back at each of them in horror. "I'm a what?!"
The boy with red hair nodded. "Yep. . . yep. Definitely a muggle, considering she doesn't even know what a muggle is!"
Her heart raced. What's a muggle? Where was she? What was this place?! "Where am I?" she spoke in a voice that was almost a whimper, fear overtaking every part of her body.
"Maybe she's a first year. . ."
"But she looks our age!"
"The poor girl," the bushy haired girl said, shaking her head. "She doesn't even know what's going on."
"She has to go back!" The shaggy haired boy said, staring at the group. "She was able to get through here, so she must be able to go back!"
The bushy haired girl spoke again. "No, Harry, think about what you're saying! She's already seen too much."
"Maybe we can bash her on the head and leave her there so when she regains consciousness, she'll think this was all a dream," the redheaded boy suggested.
"Ron!" the bushy haired girl said. "What a horrible thing to say! We can't do that!"
"How about a charm, Hermione?" the redheaded girl spoke up.
The bushy haired girl, who's name must've been Hermione (and a quite strange one too, Briana thought to herself), shook her head. "Ginny, you know we aren't allowed to use magic out of school."
"Oh yeah. . ." the redheaded girl who went by Ginny sighed. "I forgot."
"Magic?" Briana spoke up, terribly confused. "What do you mean, magic?"
The four of them stood there, staring at her.
"Isn't anyone going to answer me?!" she asked impatiently.
Hermione glanced over at the others and said, "Well. . . we might as well. . . she isn't going anywhere. . ."
Suddenly a whistle blew.
"You guys! We better get on the train first!" The boy called Ron said frantically.
"But-"
Ginny's eyes widened. "Bring her along! I have a plan!"
They debated on this situation for a few moments before they settled on a decision.
"Come with us!" the boy called Harry said, gesturing towards them and he headed towards the train.
"But. . . I don't know you!" Briana cried over the loud roar of the train.
"You can't stay here alone!"
He was right. She had no idea what was going on, who those people were, where they were taking her, where she was now. . . and she STILL didn't know what a muggle was. "Fine!" she cried over the noise, following them. She covered her ears as the train roared nearby, trying not to think of Uncle Vernon's reaction when she didn't show up.
She followed the four into the train. Inside there were two rows of small compartments separated by an empty aisle in between.
"In here."
The five of them squeezed through the entrance of the nearest compartment. The bushy haired girl slid the door close.
They took a seat, with the bushy haired girl sitting across from her and the redheaded girl sitting to her left, the redheaded boy to her right.
"Let's start with our names. I'm Hermione Granger," she said, smiling. "What's yours?"
Briana gulped, staring back and forth between the strange people. "My name is B-Briana. Briana Dursley."
The others gasped.
"Dursley??" the black haired boy repeated, his mouth gaping open.
She nodded, staring back at them. "Um. . . what about you?"
"I'm Harry, and this is Ginny and Ron," he replied, gesturing towards the redheaded girl and boy on either side of me. "Dursley?!" he repeated.
"Yes!" she said, quite irritated by now. "Briana Dursley. That's my name. Is something the matter?!"
Harry shook his head slowly. "I-I'm sorry. . . but are you by any chance related to someone by the name of Dudley Dursley?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so. . . why do you ask?"
"Harry, it's probably just a coincidence," Hermione spoke up, her eyes glued on Briana. "Now Ginny," she said, turning to the redheaded girl. "Tell us that plan of yours."
"Alright," Ginny said, grinning. "Well, since muggles are certainly not allowed here. . ."
There was that word again!
". . .I thought maybe. . . Bridgette was it?"
"Briana," Briana corrected.
"Oh yes. Sorry about that. I thought maybe Briana could wear one of my spare robes and pose as a student-"
"It wouldn't work," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Hogworts only take first years. And how will she get past Dumbledore?"
"I know that, I'm not saying she has to go to all the classes and stuff, she's a muggle, she wouldn't be able to work with it anyway. I'm just saying she could get into one of my robes to blend in with the other students. Then after the sorting, we could hide her in our room-"
"Ginny that's ridiculous!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "You don't expect her to hide here throughout the whole school year, do you? She probably has someplace to go. We should take this to Dumbledore."
"I was suppose to wait for my Uncle Vernon, but-"
"Uncle VERNON?!" Harry said, his eyes bulging. He adjusted his glasses.
What was with this kid?! First with her last name, and now her uncle's! "YES, Uncle Vernon!" she said, frowning.
"You have an Uncle Vernon!"
"Yes, I just said that."
"But you just said you didn't know a Dudley. . ."
"I don't."
"Then how-"
"Harry, stop it," Hermione said, setting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let her explain her story." She turned to me. "Briana?"
"Well, you see. . ." she started, uncomfortable with the attention. She fidgeted with her hands. "I uh. . . I was waiting for my Uncle Vernon-"
Harry gawked.
"-at the train station, because I was planning on spending a few weeks there, when I spotted you four. I heard you guys talking and then suddenly you-" she looked at Ron. "Ran right into that brick wall and disappeared!"
Hermione slapped Ron's knee. "Ron! You have to be more careful! What if someone else saw you too?"
"Sorry, 'Mione. . ." he mumbled.
"Anyway," Briana continued, "I saw the rest of you go through it too, so naturally I needed to know what was going on. So I grabbed onto your shirt- " she eyed Harry. "-to ask you what was going on and. . . well, here I am."
There was an awkward silence.
Then someone finally spoke up. "Why would you want to spend time at the Dursley's?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Harry," Hermione said, giving him a warning look.
"I AM a Dursley, thank you very much," Briana replied, insulted.
"Tell us about them," Harry said curiously.
Briana sighed. "Well, there's Uncle Vernon, his wife, and their son. I've never met them before so I don't know their names. . . Uncle Vernon is my father's cousin, you see. . . is that what you wanted to know?"
Harry's eyes widened. "I lived with them all my life!" he exclaimed, his surprised expression turning into a grin.
"What?"
"We'll explain later," Hermione cut in. "Right now, we have to focus on what we're going to with you."
"I thought we were going to take her to Dumbledore," Ron said, looking terribly confused.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "That's what we're planning. But what would everyone say when they saw us bringing a muggle into the school, halfwit?"
Ron scowled.
"I say she dress up in one of my robes, and THEN we take her to Dumbledore," Ginny said, beaming.
"If you don't mind my asking," Briana spoke up. "But what's a. . . muggle?"
"Non magic folk," Ron replied simply.
There was another awkward silence.
"Huh?"
"We're witches and wizards," Ginny said as though they were common household words.
Insane would fit more appropriately, Briana thought to herself. She laughed. "Witches? Wizards? Are you joking?"
Hermione sighed. "I'm afraid not."
"Do some 'magic', then," Briana said with an amused grin.
"Wasn't going through the brick wall 'magic' enough for you?" Harry asked, his mouth still gaping open.
She thought about this for a moment. He was right. But still. . . they couldn't be SERIOUS, could they??
Briana closed her eyes. This had to be a dream.
A/N: Hey! I hope you enjoyed the beginning of this story! Please remember to review!