Disclaimer: All the characters and settings belong to JK Rowling, except for Eliza and her family. I mean really, if I owned Harry Potter do you really think I would be writing fanfic? Uh huh. No I think not. I would be sitting on a very own island on the beach lounging and having no intention of ever getting up again… but um more on that later…

A/N: I've been reading fanfic for at least a year now and I decided to try my own hand at writing it. Fred and George Weasley and Oliver Wood are some of my favorite characters, so because I can, I'm making Oliver a 7th year along with the twins, Lee Jordan, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson. But now on with my story…

This is the story of me. This is the story of girl finding herself. This is the story of the said girl falling in love despite all her efforts not to. This is the story of that year…

I was 17 years old and I was certainty not looking for love. I was more worried about actually finding a friend. See, my parents had decided to move me and the rest of my family from the U.S. to England. Never mind the fact that it was my 7th year, my final year at school! Yea, they were making me start all over for my last and final year of school. Doesn't that just scream teenage angst?

My father had been offered a job with the Ministry of Magic in London, England, and my mother was all to happy to move too, something about her wizarding advertising business being headquartered there.

I didn't exactly bother getting all the details. I was too peeved off at them to actually care. My other brothers and my sister didn't seem to mind though.

Nick, my oldest brother who was about 2 years older than me was going to an Auror School not too far from the house we had moved into. So now he was able to live at home for free and go to school. No wonder he was happy.

Then there was Drew. Quidditch obsessed Drew. Drew was going into his 5th year of school and was always going off about how the best Quidditch teams were in England and how he was never going to get discovered. When he heard we were moving to England, he immediately went out and started practicing. Like he really needed any more practice the little obsessed freak, but still no wonder he was happy.

There was also Sophie, little Sophie. She was going into her 1st year of school and was generally indifferent about whether she started at Salem Academy or at Hogwarts. Ok, so she wasn't exactly happy, but well she was happier than me!

And so, there was me. Eliza Dugan. I was your basic 17 year old girl. I had long brown wavy hair and blue eyes. I was about 5'8. I was kind of pretty I guess. I mean, I wasn't exactly ugly, but I wasn't a drop dead gorgeous hottie either. I had a good self body image I suppose. I played Quidditch like Drew, but I wasn't the greatest at it. I was kind of clumsy sometimes… and I was definitely not thrilled to be moving.

Yet despite all my protests and threats of running away, I still found myself on September 1st on Platform 9 3/4s staring at the Hogwarts Express.

"A train? Mom really, I didn't even know trains were still used to actually transfer people around!" I said in disgust while looking around. There were people everywhere, tons of students and parents just everywhere… like right next to us, there was a family of redheads. A big family of redheads, well two of them weren't redheads and one of them looked oddly familiar.

"Yea, Mom she does have a point. I thought they were just used by muggles to move things like um oranges from Florida to California." Drew mused.

"What Drew, Come on?" I said coming back from my thoughts. "California grows their own oranges. Don't they…? And besides, wouldn't the oranges have to be kept cold? Do trains have refrigerators on them?"

"Hmm… I don't know." Drew replied back. "I mean, why wouldn't they just use those um aeroplanes… no that's not right, airplanes right? Why wouldn't they just use airplanes? Aren't they faster?"

"Yea, but probably more expensive…" I started to reply back.

"KIDS!!!" Mom yelled. "People still use trains. You will be using this train to get to your new school. It is safe, so Sophie stop quivering. And Eliza will you please stop…"

But what she wanted me to stop doing I never found out. She was interrupted by the redheaded mother lady next to us.

"Susan! Is that you?" the redheaded mother lady said. "Oh of course it is! I forgot that you too would be here with your children! And oh look at the little darlings! Aren't they all so precious!"

"Oh hello Molly!" Mom said. "Kids, I want you to meet Molly Weasley. Her husband works in the Ministry." she said as she turned to us. "Molly, these are my children- Eliza here is a 7th year, Drew, a 5th year and Sophie here is starting her 1st year."

"Why oh! How splendid!" Molly the redheaded mother lady exclaimed. "Some of my children are in the same years as yours!!!"

To me, this woman seemed to be way too excited about everything. And it was really a no brainer as to which of the children were hers. All the red heads definitely. And the two tallest ones, twins I guessed, were probably the seventh years like me. I had decided immediately that though they were twins, the one with the slightly shorter hair was cuter. Something about the twinkle in his too green eyes and the way he smiled or smirked, I couldn't decide which it was… "Stop it Eliza." I thought to myself. "He isn't smiling that way at you. Or um smirking that way at you. And he probably has a girlfriend! No way a cute boy like that could be single, and why in the world would he look twice at you…"

But before I could finish my rant to myself, Molly the redheaded mother lady had started introducing everyone.

"This here is Ginny, my youngest, she's a 4th year! And this here is Ron, a 5th year! Like you Drew! And these are his friends- Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." Molly the redheaded mother lady said.

Aw, so wonder he looked familiar. Harry Potter. I knew that he face was familiar for a reason… but I had always thought he would be um older. Like really old. I mean part of me knew he was about my age. But it was just that usually the guys you read about in history books are either all dead or really old. And well Harry, was not dead or old. He was actually kind of cute. Too bad he was two years younger than me.

"And these of course, are my twins- Fred and George Weasley. Fred is the one with the longer hair. Both are 7th years too." Molly added as an afterthought.

"Tis a pleasure to meet you." George said with mock formality looking straight into my eyes as he took my hand

"Aw yes, such a pleasure." Fred said as he took my other hand.

"You'll love Hogwarts." George said. "It is such oh such a wondrous school!"

"Yes, yes George and I have learnt so much there." Fred began. "Like how to overflow every toilet in the whole school,"

"and how to best explode Dungbombs without getting caught…"

"and how to…"

"Boys!" Molly the redheaded mother lady yelled. "Boys! That is quite enough. I'm sure Eliza here knows what she will be um learning. And I sure hope it isn't that.. And besides, you lot had better get on board the train. It's almost 11."

"Oh so it is!" Fred exclaimed. "Look there is Lee. Lee old boy! Wait up!"

"Until we meet again fairest Eliza." George said with a twinkle in his eye. "Good bye mother!"

And with that, they had both turned away to board the train.

He is cute, I thought to myself. Very cute. Too cute. Too cute and funny. Maybe, maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all…

A/N: Ah there it is! My first chapter! I hope it doesn't suck too bad. Please ignore the spelling and grammar error, unless they are too horrible to ignore… I wanted to introduce Eliza properly and somewhat introduce Fred and George. They will definitely be more in the next chapter. So please review! Please!!