Walking down the middle of the platform, a family of five struggled with suitcases.

"God Bronwyn! Do you REALLY need all these clothes?!?" the oldest looking teenager asked. The family resemblance between the siblings was striking. All were tall, broad shouldered, had dark brown hair and gray eyes.

"It's not all clothes Gareth. It's my weapons and stuff. You know." The middle child was strikingly tall for a girl. Rich brown, wavy hair fell down to her shoulders, gray eyes slanting slightly. Broad shoulders, and extremely muscled arms held a suitcase each.

The older boy rolled his eyes. "Anwylyd dduwiau! {Dear gods!} What did I do to deserve such a violent younger sister?"

Grinning playfully, the girl shrugged, and looked down at the last child, who looked to be around nine years old.

"And what did I do to deserve an older brother who has his girlfriends steal my CDs?" she asked.

Gareth looked peeved. Just slightly. "Bron! Would you lay off that already? Arian - do not listen to a thing your sister tells you about girls! Especially my girlfriends!"

The two younger siblings shared conspirital glances. The young boy looked at his brother in 'awe'. "And why not? She is, after all, a girl, is she not?"

The parents of the trio looked at each other with the look only married couples can pull off. Oh yes, this was certainly proving to be an Advil- worthy day.

Raising an eyebrow at her brother Bronwyn suddenly stopped. "By the gods, I think the lad's right! I do believe that I'm a girl! Horse lords! Who would have thought!"

Snickering, she continued on down the platform. Seeing a brick pillar, she looked around to see if anyone was watching.

"Right, I'm going through now. I'll be waiting on the other side." Running, she dashed towards the pillar, and went through.

Once on the other side, she nearly collided with a red haired young man.

"Oh gods! I'm sorry." She exclaimed, slightly ruffled.

The young man looked at her strangely. "Umm.not a problem." Suddenly a girl who looked to be about the same age as Bronwyn yelled at him.

"Charlie - get over here and help me!"

The girl was average height, had light green eyes, and red hair. Not carrot, but rather a few shades darker, a russet-like color. Long legs were accented by faded blue jeans, and an hourglass figure showed through a faded blue, tight tee shirt.

Moving out of the way of the pillar, Bronwyn sat her 'cases down to wait for her family to arrive. And arrive they did.

With a soft shout, her two brothers fell through, landing among bags. Her mother and father came shortly after, just missing the boys' pile. Bronwyn hid her eyes and forehead with a hand.

"Can't you two go anywhere without making a scene?" she asked them, raising a nearly black eyebrow.

The boys looked at each other and smirked. "Yes, we could, but where would the fun in that be?" asked Arian.

Heaving a sigh, she picked up her bags. "Well" she said ruefully. "I guess this is it."

Walking over, she hugged her parents, and kissed them both on the cheek. Turning to her younger brother, she hugged him, and ruffled his hair. "Stay out of trouble. Don't do anything that I wouldn't." Arian looked at her dubiously.

Gareth looked at her and grinned. "Well, that's just telling the lad to break the rules now isn't it? I'll miss 'ya kid." Giving her a quick hug, he helped her pull on the duffle bags, and handed her her owl's cage.

Giving a small smile, she heaved the duffle bag higher onto her shoulder. "I'll send an owl as often as possible. Make sure that you give Jake a good scratch behind the ears for me?"

"We will." Said her father, in a deep, rumbling voice. It was he the children took so strongly after, every thing but their eyes were his.

"And we'll make sure to visit Seren daily." Her mother said. She was a small woman, with fine blonde hair, and dark gray eyes. She trained Arabians for the near by stable.

Bronwyn gave them one last 'good bye' before she turned and struggled onto the train.

Seren was her black Arabian mare. Almost completely black, she had a small white star on the middle of her brow, for which she was named. She had had to sell her to one of her friend's younger sister when she transferred to Hogwarts.

Wandering down the aisle, opening compartment doors, the teen finally found an empty one. Shoving as many bags as she could on the luggage rack, Bronwyn put her others on the floor. Sitting down on the fluffy seats, she pulled out her Discman and CDs, she prepared herself for a long ride.

Placing one of her Metalica CDs in the 'player, she turned it on. No good.

"Damnit!"

"It won't work. Nothing electrical works without charming it to. Can I see it?" looking up at the voice's source, the dark haired girl saw it was the red haired girl she had seen earlier.

"Sure."

Looking at it critically, the auburn haired girl took out her wand. Pointing at it and muttered "Navitas potential!"

Clicking the 'play' button, and smiling when it started, she handed it back to the other girl.

"Hey, thanks! That was pretty sweet! What's your name?"

The red haired girl dragged her trunk in and heaved it up onto the rack also. "Virginia Weasley, but you can call me Ginny. Every one else does." Here she gave a little grimace.

"Ah- name stuck didn't it? Don't worry; I've got some pretty crappy name meself. The name's Bronwyn Jones. Transferring to Hogwarts this year."

Smiling, Ginny sat down. "Really? Where are you from? You have a most interesting accent."

Bronwyn smiled. "I'm originally from Wales. We moved to the States though when I was six, so I lost most of my accent. We moved to Georgia, so I've picked up the American accent."

"What year will you be in?" Bronwyn decided that she liked this girl.

"I'll be in 6th. I don't know what house I'll be in. You?"

"That's great! We'll be in the same year! I'm in Gryfindor." Ginny said, her eyes twinkling in excitement. Looking a bit apprehensive, Ginny asked, "Are you muggle born? I noticed that you're wearing muggle clothing, and you're using a mandisk, so.." She trailed off, uncertain.

"No, I'm not. Just in America, we interact with muggles a lot more. It's not so, how to put it, black and white. The word's Discman by the way." She said the last part smiling.

Ginny nodded. "I have no problem with muggles. My dad works at the Ministry with all the stuff."

Bronwyn nodded. "Cool. Do you have any brothers and/or sisters?"

Rolling her eyes, Ginny groaned. "Yeah. I'm the only girl out of six brothers, and I'm the youngest."

"Ouch." Bronwyn said, sympathetically. "I'm the middle child. One younger bother, who's nine, and an older brother, who's nineteen. He'll be twenty in couple of months."

Ginny nodded. "My brothers, George and Fred, are about the same age. They're twins."

Their compartment door slid open. Standing in the door way were three older teenagers.

"Gin - you forgot your robes." The tall red headed boy said. "Who's this?" he asked when he saw Bronwyn.

"This is Bronwyn Jones - a transfer student from the U.S.," his sister said. "Talk about the devil huh?" she muttered to her new friend.

"You got that right chicka." She muttered back, raising an eyebrow when a raven-haired boy sat down on one of her suitcases.

"Dude, you might not want t-" she was cut off when he jumped up with a yelp. "-To be doing that." She said the last part dejectedly.

"Bloody hell! What is IN there!?" he said, rubbing his butt.

"Lovely image man. My swords. And knives. Pointy edges that I'll use on you if you touch them again."

The bushy, brown haired girl standing by the door looked shocked. In fact, the rest of the people occupying the small booth did. Bronwyn raised an eyebrow.

"A warning." She said simply. "Who are you?" She asked the older girl.

"Hermoine Granger. Gryfindor prefect. This is Ron Weasley -" she said, pointing to Ron, who shook her hand; "- Harry Potter."

Bronwyn raised an eyebrow. This seemed to be her trademark. "Well, well, Harry Potter. Nice to meet you. Beware of whose luggage you sit on." She shook his hand also.

"Well. Nice chatin' to y'all, but the food is callin'. Want something Gin?" she asked the other girl. "Sure. Can I come with?" she replied.

"Why the bullocks not?"

With that the two girls headed out of the compartment. Ginny hadn't realized how tall Bronwyn was until they were walking towards the food carriage. She had to be six foot!

"Well. I have to say they seem to be exceedingly boring people. Not to mention annoying." The above-mentioned girl said.

Did the surprises never stop? "Yeah. The Dream Team tends to get like that. I'm surprised you aren't blinded by the 'great boy-who-lived' madness."

"Eh. He seems a bit. . . Hell, I dunno. Seems to me that the kid has an ego the size of Alaska."

A sound that sounded (lol) suspiciously like chocked off snickering came from behind. "That he does my girl, that he does." Came an aristocratic voice from behind them.

The youngest Weasley jumped back when Bronwyn whirled around and dropped instantly into a fighting position. Fists forward, slightly raised, back straight, but relaxed, and combat boot clad feet spread.

Virginia couldn't see her friend's expression, but she was sure it was a cool mask, with her left eyebrow raised.

"Oh dear saints above! You bloody bastard! Blaise Zambini! Anwylyd dduwiau! Beth 'r ANNWFN nei 'ma?" she exclaimed. {Dear gods! What the HELL are you doing here?}

Ginny was in shock. She knew Blaise? How?

The huge Slytherin scooped the muscular girl up in his arms. "I know! It's been ages! I go to school here! Why the HELL didn't tell me you were a witch?"

A cheeky grin spread across the other girl's face. "Why the HELL didn't you tell me you were a wizard?"

"Touché."

"I'm transferring to Hogwarts."

The boy nodded, his black hair flopping onto his forehead. "I gathered that."

His blue eyes hardened when he noticed Ginny behind her. "What are you doing with a WEASLEY?" he spat.

Bronwyn looked at him, shocked. "What am I doing with a ZABINI? You jackass, she's my friend. Be careful, you KNOW I whipped your ass with the glaive last year."

The Slytherin boy looked at her. "I know. Well. I want to introduce you to a friend of mine. Wait a minuet will you?" he asked, and not waiting for her reply, he went off into a compartment a few doors down.

Virginia looked at Bronwyn with her large, green eyes. "How did you meet up with the likes of Zabini?"

Bronwyn shrugged. "His cousin bought one of our horses when he was over during the summer. Since I'm really good friends with his cousin, we ended up hanging out. Ended up that he had the same obsession with sharp edges as I do."

"Oh." Bronwyn looked at her friend in confusion when she tensed.

A sneering male voice came from behind her. "If it isn't the little Weaslette."

Bronwyn dropped instantly into the fighting stance once more. "Listen punk. Watch who you're talking about, and who you say it in front of." Her voice held contempt.

Ginny stared. ~I'm going to burst a vein if this child doesn't stop doing surprising things. Throw in a heart attack on side will ya? ~

Blaise chuckled. "I see you haven't lost your knack. Still as violent as ever. This is Draco Malfoy."

Bronwyn nodded. "I suppose I should shake your hand." Hesitantly sticking it out, she waited for the white blonde headed boy to take it. He just stared.

"Blaise? How did you even associate with people like this when you went to America?"

"That my lad," he said looking at Bronwyn with a smirk, "Is what I asked myself until she - quote on quote - 'whipped my ass with a glaive'."

Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well. A girl as violent as you. Interesting."

Bronwyn growled. The insufferable git. "And taller than you."

It was true. She had a good inch on Draco's wiry frame.

"What's your name? I like your style. And I wouldn't be calling someone punk if I were you. Hypocrisy doesn't suit you."

Looking her up and down, Virgina had to agree. Her friend wore huge black baggy cargoes, with chains looping around her legs, and black and white skull suspenders hanging down in the back.

Her black shirt had white writing scrawled across it that read 'There are no more deadly a weapon than a woman enraged, and a sword in her hand'. It was spelled so that the black rose around the sword sparkled and dripped blood, and the blood ran down the sword.

She had on clunky combat boots, black of course, and her hair was hanging down. There was no doubt about it. Bronwyn looked rather intimidating when she was pissed.

~Oh yes, she's just one big ray of sunshine isn't she? ~ Ginny thought, amusedly.

Bronwyn raised an eyebrow. Again.

"Yeah, well, get over it. Come on Gin. I don't have time to suffer fools." Turning to walk of, a large hand settled on her shoulder.

"If you want to hang, you can always come to our compartment." Blaise said.

"I think it better if you came to ours." Bronwyn muttered as she shot a glance at Draco. "We're at the end of the carriage, on the right."

"Fine. I'll see 'ya later." He gave her one last hug before he turned and walked off, leaving Draco and the two girls in the aisle.

With a nod to the cold stared boy, she turned and slowly sauntered down the aisle, wanting to hear what would be said between Ginny and Draco.

"Goodbye Ferret." Came Ginny's cold voice. Just what was the deal with the two of them? She wondered.

"Goodbye Weasel. Thank your friend for sticking up for your poor ass"

Bronwyn didn't hear any vocal answer; just the sound of stomping feet headed her way.

"Damn! What is that prick's problem?" she asked her red haired friend when she reached her.

"My family is rather financially disinclined. And my father and his father hate each other. We are both 'pureblood' families, but mine is shunned for associating with Muggle-borns."

Bronwyn look agitated. "Big words, my small friend, big words. But I tell you what. That boy has a bigger stick stuck up his ass. I don't know how Blaise stands him!"

Ginny snickered. "They're actually best friends. Blaise is the one who keeps him in line now."

Bronwyn let out a small 'oh.' . "Well chicka. I think that this -harrowing- ordeal deserves some chocolate. What say you?"

"Absolutely!" came the reply.

Paying for a small mountain of candy, the girls made their way back to their compartment. Shortly thereafter came the announcement to change into school robes.

Ginny couldn't contain her laughter when they reached Hogwarts. Bronwyn looked at her, her trademark brow raised, and looked a bit indignant.

She had her black school robes on over her muggle clothes. And she had decided to stick one of her small knives in her bra. It had poked her, and she had let off a blue streak in Welsh, scaring some of the first years.

It sent Ginny over the edge when she heard one of the first years mutter to another- "Do you think we'll have her as the new Defense Against Dark Arts? My brother said that they couldn't keep one."

Bronwyn as usual, went on her indifferent way. This was -definitely- going to be an interesting year.