"Why hello. I believe we've met before. I'm Lucius Malfoy...your guardian. I am to tell you specific instructions that you are to listen very carefully to...your life depends on it. Now, what is your name again?" Lucius Malfoy glances over at you, his eyes piercing grey in the morning light at King's Cross Station.

"Uh...uh...Ju...Julie Wood?" you stutter, praying you said everything right. For before all this, you were just referred to as "Girl". You now had to get used to having a real name.

"Oh yes, very convincing. And where did you come from, what are your parent's names, and what year are you in?" he rattled off questions it took you a moment to think of all the correct answers.

"Oh ok...um...I am a transfer student from...Durmenstrangle...no, wait...Dormentingle?" Damn, you forget that bloody school's name. You look at the tall man beside you.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow that made you blush with frustration. "Durmstrang, you silly child, say it with me: Duuuuuuuurmmmmstraaaaang." He stretches out the word like you are a 3 year old, just learning how to talk. You repeat that word sullenly, and continue on.

"Ok, I just transferred from Duuuuurmmstraaaang, my parents names are Hector and Veronica Wood. Um...oh yes. I'm in year...six, is it? Yes, yes six. I'm in year six at Hogwarts." You babble on, nervous as heck, especially with those cold, murky eyes penetrating your skull.

"Hm...I guess that will do. Now let's see here...it is 10:45 on the dot, so you have 15 minutes to...mingle." He gives you a knowing glance, but you are oblivious to what he is trying to get across to you.

"Wh...what?" you stammer. Is there another thing you were supposed to remember, but forgot amidst all the other small pieces of information crucial to your safety? You look up fearfully at Lucius Malfoy, who is rolls his eyes in frustration.

"Don't tell me the Dark Lord saved everything for me to tell you? Alright, you better listen carefully, because this is the most important thing about the mission you are on. You must get close to Harry Potter. Don't make it too obvious though, or you'll make them suspicious. Befriend Mr. Potter, and gain his undying trust. Allow him to tell you things, things that he would never tell anyone else. Then, we will send a message to you somehow, so that we can meet with you and you can tell us what he told you. Understand?"

You gulped. This was going to be harder than you thought. For one it was hard for you to make friends, let alone allow them to spill their soul out to you and secondly, you didn't have any idea of what this Harry Potter fellow looked like. Oh you've heard of him of course, he was the boy who took the Dark Lord's power away when he was just a baby. But you were well aware that he was famous, the "Boy Who Lived" was what they called him, so you figured that you probably could just ask someone to point him out. So you bravely nodded, grasped your cart full of all your supplies, and followed Lucius Malfoy towards a brick wall.

"Well," he said impatiently, tapping his foot, as they reached the barrier, "Go on, we haven't all day."

But you just stared at him. What did he want you to do? Was there some sort of spell that you were supposed to perform, in order to be allowed in?

"Oh dear Lord, go already." Snapped Lucius, as he pushed you roughly towards the hard wall.

You automatically squeezed your eyes shut and put out your hands to break your fall, but you didn't feel the solid brick beneath your fingers. In fact, you didn't feel anything at all. You open your eyes slowly to see children of all ages boarding a large, red train. You glance at the sign above it and gasp as you read it. 9 ¾. You've heard of it, of course, being a pure-blood witch and all, but to actually be there, was...overwhelming. You look around, astounded at all the magical folk around. You've been raised separated from other witches and wizards, and the only one's you've been in contact with are people on the Dark Side. But to see all these happy, smiling people around, it made you feel happy and glowing inside, a feeling that you don't feel regularly. You push your cart towards the train, unsure of what to do.

"'Ello, lemme take this bag for ya."

You jumped, looking frantically at who was addressing you. But, to your relief it was just the man who took your bags and put them in the train.

"Will I get it back? It has all my stuff in it and I'll curse you if you steal it." You say threateningly, eyeing the guy with suspicion.

"Eh? Of course you'll get it back! Jus' we'll put 'im in 'ere for a while, just so's you don't get cramped in your compartments, right?" he stares at you for a while, then continues, "Why haven't I seen ya before, missy? I know almos' everyone 'ere, 'cept I can't remember your name. No...wait...Charlotte? Charlotte Burns? Did I get it right?"

You panic and start to back away, "Uh...i have to go now, I'll be making sure I get my bag back, because I don't forget faces you know." You turn and sprint towards the door of the train.

"Yea, well, I thought I didn't forget faces either, 'till today at least...oh well. G'bye Charlotte!" he called after you, then continued putting student's duffels away.

You dash into an empty compartment, breathing heavily. 'God, I'm going to be a wreck by the end of the year!' you think to yourself, but your thoughts are interrupted by a girl with bushy brown hair.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, I'm in 6th year, and there is no other empty compartments, so I was wondering if my friends and I could come and join you."

You stare at the girl, her words slowly sinking into your head.

"How do you talk so bloody fast?" you say to her, not meaning to be rude, but curiously.

But apparently she took it wrong because her eyebrows furrowed, and she frowned at you. "I'm not quite sure, but you shouldn't make personal remarks. Now, can we sit here or not?"

You're taken aback at the girl's snooty comeback. "Yea, sure, whatever." You murmur quietly, not making eye contact.

"Oh, wonderful. Let me go get my other friends, hold on...Ron! Harry! We've got seats!" she shrieked shrilly, ducking her head out of the compartment.

'Harry...Harry Potter?' you wonder. 'Wow, that was easy.' You look up as two boys enter the small room.

"Thanks for letting us sit here, everywhere else is full." You look up into the dark, green eyes of who you supposed was Harry Potter.

You extend your hand, just to make sure. "I'm Julie...Julie W-Woods."

"I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you. What year are you in?"

"Sixth...yes, I'm in sixth year."

"Brilliant! That's the same year as we're in." exclaimed the second boy. "I'm Ron Weasley, by the way. Wicked seats you got here, it's a wonder they weren't taken."

"Yea..." you respond, looking him over. He had stunning red hair, which was slightly messy, while Harry had jet black hair, that was even messier. He was extremely tall, the tallest of the three. And in your opinion, the best looking of the trio as well.

"Julie, I have a question." Interrupted Hermione, who you now decided was your least favorite. "Why weren't you here the past six years? Did you transfer?"

"Oh, yea. I transferred from Durmenstrungle." You replied confidently, smiling at them all.

"Uh...Durmenstrungle? Don't you mean Durmstrang?" replied the snottish Hermione, as Ron and Harry burst into fits of laughter.

"Oh...whoops. Yea, I meant that." You say quickly, blushing furiously, looking at your feet.

"OOOOOH!" squealed Hermione suddenly. "Do you know someone named Victor Krum?"

You jumped at the loud sound protruding from her, while Ron snorted loudly.

"Victor? Um..." you furiously racked your brain, trying desperately to think of an excuse not to know him. "Actually, no. I wasn't acquainted with him. Uh...he was in a different, I mean, we didn't have any...classes together." You sighed softly, convinced that this was the perfect excuse.

"Oh..." replied Hermione, her face drooping, becoming silent.

You look quizzically at Ron and Harry.

"She likes him, you know," Huffed Ron. "Don't know why, he can't even say her name properly."

You laugh, liking him more and more by the second.

"Let's change the subject." sniffed Hermione. "Why didn't you go all ballistic when you saw Harry? Most people always have dozens of questions to ask him."

You raise your eyebrows at her, than looked at Harry.

"Hermione..." he mumbled, his face red. "Please, it's ok."

"Well," you respond slowly, so as not to mess this answer up, "I figured that you wouldn't like to get mobbed with a bunch of useless questions and junk, so I decided to leave you alone and just be friends."

You smile at him innocently, mentally patting yourself on the back, as he smiles back at you. 'He's falling for it!!!'

"Brilliant! The food cart's here...I'm starving." Says Ron, "D'you want anything?"

It takes you a moment to realize that he's talking to you. "Oh, that's ok I have money, I can buy my own. But thanks anyway." You give him a flirtatious smile, which makes his ears go red, and reach into your bag. "I'll take some of those, and some of those, and I'll have some of that juice."

The trio stared as the lady pushing the trolley empties over half of the cart onto your lap. "That'll be seventeen sickles and four knuts, love." She smiles expectantly, holding out her hand.

But you can only stare. Everything you had to buy was either brought to you, or bought by Lucius. So you had no way of knowing how to pay the woman. You nervously reach into your bag, (filled to the brim with wizard money from Gringotts that you and Lucius Malfoy had gotten) grab a bunch of the coins and stuff them into her hand, saying quickly, "Keep the change."

She thanks you quietly after a moment of silence, and continues down the narrow hallway of compartments.

However, the silence remains in your room. Finally, Ron breaks the silence. "D-did you know that you just gave her...11 Galleons?" he whispers hoarsely, his face pale. You can see the other two staring at you as well.

"Oh...yes. My father told me to...to tip well." You reply lamely, not meeting any of their eyes.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter. Whatever floats your boat I say!" pipes up Ron, and the heavy silence was broken with gales of laughter from the foursome.

"Hey!" exclaimed Harry suddenly, peering out the window, "I can see Hogwarts! We're almost there!"

And sure enough, as the train rounded one last bend, you could see the miraculous sight of Hogwarts Castle, the very one that would become your new home.

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::Whew:: Finally finished this chappie! Ok, now on to the next one! Please R&R so I can see how I'm doing! Thanks!