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"You sure you don't want us to come with you Buffy?" Joyce asked, concern written all over her face. It was ten to eleven and Buffy and her parents were standing outside the Kings Cross station. Joyce was wrapped up in her large coat, the English weather too cold for her Californian blood even though it was the end of summer. Buffy nodded, glancing down at her luggage and Angel who was sitting in his cage, hooting loudly. Hank kept on looking around, worried that someone they knew would see them with an owl and old fashioned trunks even though they didn't know anyone from London. Hank sighed, getting highly annoyed at the bird who gave another loud hoot, causing people to stop and stare.
"She'll be fine Joyce, let's go." Hank ordered. Buffy smiled at her mother and hugged her, taking in her mother's scent and her caring motherly touch. They pulled apart, tears in Joyce's eyes. Buffy turned to Hank and hugged him quickly, knowing that her father hardly ever showed emotion.
"Take care Buffy. Behave, and don't burn anymore buildings down!" Joyce yelled as Buffy walked through the large doors into Kings Cross station. She pushed her trolley to platform nine and stopped, very confused. To one side was a large number that said nine on one platform, and there was another large number that said number ten over the next one, but there was no sign which said platform nine and three quarters. Buffy heart sank, what was she going to do if she going to do if she couldn't find the platform?
"Now what's the platform number?" Said a woman behind Buffy.
"Nine and three quarters!" Piped a small girl. Buffy turned around, to stand in front of six people with red hair. There were four boys, two of them twins, and small girl and a plump woman, holding the little girls hand.
"Percy you first." The mother instructed.
Buffy watched with wide eyes as what looked like the oldest boy marching towards the wall in between the two platforms. As soon as he had reached it, a group of tourists passed by and as soon as you could see the wall again, there was nothing there. The boy had just...vanished.
"Fred, you next." The plump woman said.
"Excuse me." Buffy said loudly, causing the family to look at her. "It's my first time at Hogwarts, and I, uh, don't know, uh, how to..."
"Get on the platform?" The plump woman asked kindly. Buffy nodded, feeling rather stupid. "It's Ron's first time too, dear." She said, gesturing to her youngest son. He was tall and thin, with hundreds of freckles on his face and blue eyes.
"Excuse me." Another young boy said with long black hair, green eyes and glasses. He was also thin and tall, but not as thin or tall as Ron. "I don't know how to do it either." The boy came forwards, pushing his trolley. The woman nodded fondly and smiled.
"Just watch. Fred, your next."
"I'm not Fred, I'm George." Said the tall boy. "Honestly, woman, call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred." Said the boy, winking at Buffy and running towards the wall and disappearing. His twin followed him, winking at Buffy and vanishing just as Fred had done.
"All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best to do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous." The plump woman said to Buffy and the other boy. "You two can do it together, group effort if you like." Buffy smiled nervously at the black haired boy and positioned herself with her trolley opposite the barrier. The boy did the same.
"Ok, let's go." Buffy said, nodding to the boy. The couple started to run; pushing their trolley's in front of them. The barrier was getting nearer, closer and closer. Buffy closed her eyes, the wind rushing through her hair. She braced herself ready for the impact of the crash. Waiting, waiting...but it never came. Buffy and the boy continued to run until they heard loud shouts and voices, smelled smoke and felt the warm rush of autumn air on their faces. The couple stopped running and Buffy opened her eyes, looking and taking in all the sights. A beautiful red old fashioned train lay right in front of her eyes, the words Hogwarts Express on the train. Smoke billowed up in the air, making the train seem even more amazing. Hundreds of people lined the platform, some crying to their loved ones, some laughing and gossiping as they caught up with old friends. People were starting to load their entire luggage on the train and Buffy walked along it to find an empty compartment. She walked all the way up the train, passing the black haired boy who was trying to load his luggage onto the train. But she couldn't find an empty compartment. She walked back down again, stopping at the compartment where the boy had gotten on to. The red head twins stood with their family, watching Buffy. She walked up the steps to the compartment, were she saw the boy sitting by the window, watching the red headed family.
"Do you mind if I join you? Everywhere else is full." Buffy asked. Harry's head swiveled round to look at Buffy, having not heard her come in.
"Sure." He nodded. Buffy smiled gratefully and stepped out of the train, to where her trunk and owl cage still lay.
"Need a hand?" The twins asked, walking up to Buffy. Buffy smiled again.
"Yeah thanks, can you hold this." She said, giving the boys her owl cage.
"We mean with your trunk, it looks quite heavy." The twins said.
"Oh yeah thanks." Buffy said, taking her owl back. The twins smiled at her, glad that they could show off.
One twin took one side and the other took the other side and with all their might, they got it 1ft off the ground before they had to give up because it was too heavy.
"Here." Buffy said, giving the owl cage to Fred. She strapped one hand on one handle, and the other on the other handle, and with quite a bit of effort, carried it off the and into the compartment. She put it on the ground with a thud and grinned at Harry and the twins, who had just watched her carry a heavy trunk that two teenage boys couldn't carry.
"Wow." The twins said in unison, referring to Buffy's strength. The two boys averted their gaze and looked at Harry curiously, whose black hair was wiped away from his face. Their eyes drifted up to the black lightening shaped scar above Harry's eyes.
"It you." One twin said.
"It's him. I can't believe I'm meeting you." The other twin responded.
"Who?" Harry asked confused.
"Harry Potter."
"Oh yes, him. I mean me! I'm Harry Potter."
The two twins stared at him in amazement and Harry suddenly felt very uncomfortable under their gaze.
"Fred! George!" Someone outside called. The twins departed with a large grin and left Buffy and Harry by themselves.
"I'm Buffy Summers by the way." Sticking out her hand, Harry shook it, her firm grip squeezing his hand. She sat down next to the window and Harry sat opposite, watching the red headed family. "I didn't know who you are if that makes you feel better." Buffy blurted out.
"Hmm?" Harry asked, shifting his gaze to look at the pretty blonde opposite him.
"I could tell you were a bit uncomfortable just then. So I'm just telling you I've never heard of you, I don't know if that makes you feel better or worse, but I'm just telling you." Buffy explained, smiling her smile that could light up a saddened room. The train started to move and both Buffy and Harry started to watch the scenery pass them. The compartment door opened and the youngest red head stood at the door, a forced smile on his face.
"Do you mind if I sit here, there isn't anywhere else." He asked a pleading look on his face. Buffy smiled and beckoned him in. Ron sat down next to Buffy and glanced at Harry, his eyes flickering up to his hair line. The compartment door opened again and the three looked towards it, another red head standing there.
"Willow!" Buffy exclaimed happily.
"Hey Buffy, do you mind if I sit here, everywhere else is full." Willow asked, looking to the other two boys. The three shook their heads and Willow smiled gratefully, sitting down next to Harry. Buffy watched Willow and Ron, the resemblance between them frightening.
"Hey are you guys related or something?" Buffy asked.
"I was wondering the same thing." Harry grinned.
"I don't think so. What's your name?" Ron asked, his finger rubbing his nose where a black mark was smudged.
"Willow Rosenberg. You?" She asked, smiling sweetly.
"Ron Weasley. Is your dad an accountant?" Ron asked. Just then the compartment doors opened again, the two red headed twins standing in the frame.
"Hi, just wanted to introduce- bloody hell, it's another red head!" One of the twins exclaimed as soon as he caught sight of Willow. Willow smiled and gave a small wave.
"I'm Fred, he's George. We're ickle Ronniekins big brothers." Fred said teasingly, Ron cowering in his seat as he heard his nickname.
"Buffy Summers." She said, smiling.
"Willow Rosenberg."
"Harry Potter." At the mention of the famous name, Ron gawped at the owner.
"Right, we just wanted to introduce ourselves. Bye!" George said, the twins disappearing as the door fell shut.
"So you're really Harry Potter then?" Ron asked curiously. Harry nodded.
"Who's that?" Willow asked. "I mean, are you famous or something?" She asked, blushing at her ignorance. Buffy thought for a moment, her brain working as she tried to remember where she had heard that name. It clicked.
"You're the guy that stopped Voldymouth!" She said, very pleased that she had remembered.
"Yeah, that's me." Harry said, laughing at Buffy's slaughter of the words.
"Haven't you heard of him before?" Ron asked, astonished. Willow and Buffy exchanged glances and shook her head.
"Maybe it's just a wizardry thing, 'cos me and Willow have muggle parents, so we've never heard of magic. I mean, Willow has, but she did magic without a wand." Buffy said quickly, not noticing that the door opened again.
"You can do magic without a wand?" A brown haired girl with large front teeth said in a snooty accent. Willow nodded, embarrassed. "Let's see then."
Willow nodded and asked to borrow Harry's glasses. Harry obliged and Willow set them on her lap in front of her. Concentrating the glasses rose three feet off the air and hovered.
"Woah." Buffy said, grinning at Willow's red face.
"It's nothing." She said, snatching the glasses which floated in mid air and giving them back to Harry.
"That's amazing. Of course it's not the same magic we're learning in Hogwarts, I expect your magic need more concentration. I was dead pleased when I got my letter, even though my parents are muggles, they were willing for me to go. Hogwarts is supposed to be the best school around; I'm ever so excited to go. I expect I'll be in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor if I'm lucky. Hufflepuff won't be so bad, but imagine being in Slytherin, wouldn't that be dreadful? I'm Hermione Granger by the way, who are you?" She said in a rush. The four seated looked at each other, Buffy looked as if she was going to crack up with laughter.
"Ron Weasley."
"Willow Rosenberg."
"Buffy Summers."
"Harry Potter."
"Are you really?" Hermione asked, sitting down next to Ron, a seating arrangement that he didn't feel all too comfortable with.
"Last time I checked." Harry said sarcastically, causing Buffy, Ron and Willow to snigger behind their hands. Hermione scowled and without a word, she got up and left the compartment.
"Anything to eat dears?" A old plump lady said, arriving outside the compartment pushing a trolley full of goodies. Harry and Buffy grinned at each other, and everyone save Ron went to the trolley. It was nothing like normal food, there wasn't any Mars Bars, Walkers or Hershey bars, only a whole load of wizard sweets and chocolates. The three made sure they got four of everything and went back to Ron, their hands and pockets stocked with food.
"Aren't you going to get anything?" Willow asked, watching Ron as he gazed longingly at the goodies. Ron shook his head and held up a very squashed sandwich. He opened the cling film and peered inside the sandwich. He scowled.
"Corn beef." He said to no one in particular. "Mum always forgets I hate corn beef." He said, scowling again. Willow smiled at him, quite taken with the red head.
"Well I love corn beef. I'll swap you with some of mine." She said, thrusting a bunch of sweets onto Ron's lap. He smiled happily at Willow, and the sandwiches were put on an empty seat, forgotten. The four happily munched their way through cakes and sweets, Harry, Willow and Buffy happily laughing as they found all sorts of things with the goodies, such as cards with wizards on them and bean's that were every flavour.
"So what house do you think you'll be in?" Ron asked, swallowing some chocolate.
"House? What house?" Buffy asked, sipping some water.
"You know, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." He looked at their clueless faces. "You don't know about the houses do you?" The three shook their heads. "Well, people are sorted into all the houses, and you have to take classes and live with them. That's what Charlie told me."
"Who's Charlie?" Willow asked.
"My brother."
"That one that looked all posh and smart?" Buffy asked, referring to the oldest clan of the Weasley's she had seen.
"No, that's Percy. He's dead annoying. I've got five older brothers, Bill, he was head boy at Hogwarts. Now he's in Eygpt, working for Gringotts. Charlie, he was the best Quidditch player at Hogwarts for a long time, but he's now off taming dragons. Percy, he's a prefect, really annoying and smart. Fred and George, you already met them, then I've got a smaller sister called Ginny." Ron explained, ticking off his many siblings with his fingers.
"Wow, I'd love to have older brothers." Harry said, Willow and Buffy nodding in agreement. Ron shook his head, wincing at the many memories he had of them teasing him or playing pranks on him, or getting him into trouble.
"It's not that great. Everything I've got used to belong to them. Bill's old robes, Charlie's wand and this from Percy." He stood up, wrappers falling on the floor. He pulled out a fat grey rat from his jacket pocket. "He doesn't even do anything." He complained, sitting back down. "His name's Scabbers."
"Well, it's better than being an only child." Buffy said, referring to Ron's many siblings. "What houses were your family in."
"Gryffindor. Imagine if I don't get into Gryffindor! My dad will kill me." Ron moaned.
"I'm sure you'll be able to get in." Willow reassured. "My parents don't even understand anything about this school, you're lucky that yours does. Well, I guess it helps that yours are wizards." Willow babbled.
"How did your parents take it?" Harry wondered aloud. Willow shrugged and looked out of the window, watching as mountains and trees flew by.
"It was OK, they were just happy I guess, they really want me to do well. What about yours?" Willow asked Buffy. She grinned.
"They didn't really care; they didn't know what school I should go to since I got expelled from the last one." She said, ignoring the amazed looks on her friends faces.
"What did you do?" Ron asked, breathless. Buffy shrugged, peering out the window.
"I got into fights, my grades weren't so good, plus there was that whole thing about me setting fire to the school." Buffy said, grinning at their faces.
"You set fire to your school?" Harry asked, amazed by this girl.
"Well, it was just the gym." She defended.
"Why?" Willow asked.
"Why not?" Buffy said bluntly. Ron looked at her in awe, new respect forming for the girl. Wait until Fred and George hears about this! He thought, glad that he was friends with a rebel, a powerful witch and the famous Boy who lived. "Besides, it seriously needed redecorating." She saw Willow's look, it was torn between awe and shock. "No one got hurt Willow." She reassured. Willow sighed in relief and her look changed to awe.
"Hey, you mentioned something about Quidditch, what is that?" Willow asked. Ron looked at her in amazement.
"You don't know what Quidditch is?" The other three shook their heads. Ron sighed with happiness and then launched into a full explanation of the game, its players, the rules and the teams. He told them about the games that he went to with his brothers and the broomsticks that he would like to get if he had the money. By the time he had finished, Willow Buffy and Harry were completely besotted with the game and were all anticipating the Quidditch season. The compartment door opened, and it was neither the twins nor Hermione.
Three young boys Buffy's age stood at the door, the one in front with bright blond hair slicked back, blue eyes and a pale complexion. If you got past the gel and the sneer on his face, the boy was extremely good looking. Behind him where his thugs, two equally large boys with matching evil grins and fat hands forced into fists by their sides.
"Is it true what their saying, are you really Harry Potter?" The blond boy drawled lazily. Harry nodded. "Them two are Crabbe and Goyle. I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight chuckle and smothered it with a cough. Malfoy glared at Ron, looking him up and down.
"Think my name's funny do you? You're no doubt a Weasley, the trademark hair and old batttered robes say it all." He cast a look at the other red head. "You a Weasley then as well?" Malfoy sneered. Willow stiffened, bowing her head under Malfoy's gaze.
"N-no, m-m-my name is W-W-Willow R-Rosenberg." She stammered nervously. Malfoy snorted and shifted his gaze to Buffy.
"Who are you." Malfoy asked, gazing at the pretty blonde. Buffy scowled at him, her sneer matching his.
"Buffy Summers." She growled coldly.
"Mudbloods no doubt." Malfoy sneered. Buffy felt Ron tense next to her, his hands formed into fists, his teeth clenched. She placed a hand on his, telling him with that gesture not to lose his cool. Buffy felt him relax next to him and she sighed with relief. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He leaned forward and held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." He said coolly.
Malfoy withdrew his hand and glanced around the room, a small smirk on his lips.
"I'd be careful if I were you Potter. Unless you're a bit nicer and politer, you'll end up like your parents. They didn't know what was good for them either. You hang around with riff-raff like the Weasley's or Hagrid or Mudbloods like those girls and it'll rub off on you."
All four stood up, Willow shaking with anger and Ron's face as red as his hair.
"Say that again." Ron said.
"You going to fight us now?" Malfoy sneered, his goons grinning and pounding their fists against their other hands.
"Unless you get out now." Willow said, sounding braver than she was. She glanced at the three boys, the two bodyguards behind Malfoy grinning evilly, and she winced, knowing that Crabbe and Goyle were bigger, tougher and stronger than all four of them put together.
"Stay out of this Mudblood. Go back home and cook and clean like girls are meant to." Malfoy sneered, grinning as Willow bent her head in shame.
Buffy growled and pushed her way to the front of the group, standing inches away from Malfoy. She was in a rage, so mad at Malfoy who was being rude to them even before they were at school.
"Take it back." She said coolly.
Malfoy sneered and laughed, his goons laughing with him.
"What are you going to do little girl?" He asked, laughing. Buffy growled again, and in a quick movement, her hand was around his throat and she had pushed him past his goons, out of the compartment and had slammed him up against the train wall.
"You don't want to know." She said, releasing her grip. Five doors to her left and six to her right opened, it's occupants coming out and watching the blonde pair.
"You can't hurt me." Malfoy said, trying to convince himself more than Buffy. Buffy grinned and cackled evilly.
"Wanna bet?" She said, inching closer to Malfoy. "Now take it back."
"No." He said simply.
"I'll give you my last warning, asshole. Now take it back." She yelled. Malfoy paused, considering her offer. He then looked around, spotting the twenty odd people who were watching.
"No." He repeated. Buffy smiled and stepped back. With one swift movement, she punched him on the nose and jammed her knee in his gut. Wincing, Malfoy slid to floor in pain. The twenty people around her whispered and cheered loudly. She stooped down and picked Malfoy up by the collar, lifting him high above the ground. He gazed at her, in shock. She smiled sweetly and set him down, his feet planted on the floor.
"Told you you should've taken it back." She smiled, turning around to face Crabbe and Goyle. "Are you going to move, or do I have to make you do it?" She warned. Crabbe and Goyle exchanged glances, and in unison, stepped out of the way. She grinned and walked back into her compartment. She closed the door behind her and watched as the three faces in front of her turned into wide grins.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed, patting Buffy on the back happily. Willow squealed in delight and hugged Buffy happily, a hug which Buffy accepted gladly. She pulled back from Buffy after a couple of moments and squealed again.
"That was so cool! You were just like, take it back, and then he was like, no, and then you were like bam! Pow!" Willow said, punching the air and then kicking it. The group laughed at Willow's antics.
"How did you learn how to fight like that?" Harry asked, amazed by his new friend. "Can you do that again?" He asked, an excited and mischievous glint in his eye. The group laughed.
"Harry." Buffy chastised. Harry grinned sheepishly, and they all turned when the door opened again.
"I can't believe you hit him!" Hermione exclaimed angrily, bursting into the compartment, her hair in a mess. "You're going to be in so much trouble when we get to Hogwarts! If you ask me, he's going to hate you for that you know, he'll want revenge." Hermione warned.
"Well nobody asked you." Ron said rudely, causing Hermione to glare at him.
"Besides, if he wants revenge, he's welcome to try. But he won't get it, he'll just get a whole lotta bruises." Buffy said, grinning at Hermione's shocked face. With a 'hmph', she turned around and stomped angrily out of the compartment. She stopped outside the door, staring in front of her.
"We're going to be here soon, you should get changed into your robes." Hermione said, and with her nose in the air, she walked away.
