Author: okay, i changed the tense in the story cause it is a pain in the donkey to type in present tense. and i might be changing the POVs every once in a while. happeeeee reading! (and sorry about describing hair colors for ppl, but Shine didn't know, until they introduced themeslves to her... lol)
Shine had never seen anything like it. The engine was huge, and it had many, many cars behind it. There were loads and loads of kids getting on the train, some younger than others, and visa versa. Some train attenedant took her trunk, but told her to keep her cat. Shine was thankful for this, because Slyvester always comforted her, in his fat-catty way.

Most of the kids were already on the train when Shine got on. Most of the compartments were full, and those that weren't she wasn't to enthusiastic about the people in there. As she walked by some compartments, she could hear the occupants talking about her, making comments like, "Wow, she's like a ray of sunshine," or, "Wow, she's new, anyone could recognise her in a second by the shine that she gives off."

Near the back of the train, she saw some familiar people, the red heads, the black haired boy, and a brown haired girl she didn't recognise. She opened the door and asked, "Um... can I sit with you guys, please?"

The black haired boy smiled, and said, "Sure, comon in."

Shine stepped into the compartment and closed the door. She chose a seat next to the black haired boy, and set Slyvester's cat-carrier on the floor, then, she opened the door. Shine picked up the heavy cat with a grut and put him on her lap, and he started to purr happily, rubbing his head against her stomach.

"Is your cat alright? He seems a little weazey..." asked the brown haired girl.

"Oh, he's okay... He's had this weazey purr every since he was a teeny kitten, didn't you baby..." Shine said, rubbing the cat's head.

"So... your, um... new to Hogwarts?" asked the red headed girl next to the brown haired girl.

"Yes, I moved from America." Shine said.

"Well, that would explain her funny accent..." said the red headed boy, next to the black haired boy.

"Ron!" the brown haired girl.

"Well, you have a funny accent too!" Shine snapped back at the boy named Ron. Slyvester mewed and licked Shine's hand, agreeing with her.

Ron lauged, "Even her cat has a funny accent!"

"Hey! Leave Slyvester out of this!" Shine said, clutching Slyvester to her chest.

"Slyvester is a nicer name than Crookshanks, Hermione..." Ron said, sticking his tounge out at the brown haired girl.

"Yeah, and it looks like he hasn't run into a wall yet!" The black haired boy stated with a laugh.

"Harry! That's mean!" Hermione said, "Don't make fun of Crookshanks!"

"Hey, it's not my fualt that your cat looks like he ran into a wall." Harry said.

"Um..." Shine said, "I don't know any of your names..."

"Oh.. right..." Said the black haired boy, "I'm Harry Potter."

"I'm Hermione Granger." Said the brown haired girl.

"I'm Ron Weasley, and my sister is Ginny." the red head boy said, also pointing to the red headed girl.

"Nice to meet all of you, I'm Shine." Shine said. Slyvester mewed, and started to purr again, "And you all already know my cat's name."

Slyvester placed his front paws on Harry's leg and started to sniff his arm. Harry smiles, and pets the cat on it's head. Slyvester purrs happily, and he jumps onto Harry's lap, leaping himself against Harry's chest.

"Oof.... your cat is heavy....heh." Harry said, the wind knocked out of him.

"Yeah, he's about twenty pounds..." Shine told him.

Then there was a knock on the door of the compartment. The door opened and the person who was standing there had cold gray eyes and white hot platnium blonde hair. He smriked.

"So Potter, it looks like you have a new girlfriend." The boy sneered.

"Shut up Malfoy." Harry told the blonde.

"She doesn't look your type anyways." Malfoy said, leaning up against the door frame, "So, who's cat is on your lap? Haven't seen one like that before."

"It's my cat." Shine said, "And what's wrong with him?"

"Nuttin'..." he said, then he looked at Shine, "So what are you doing with these Gryffindor creeps?"

"I didn't want to sit anywhere else." Shine told him.

Malfoy walked closer to her, and she could feel his warm breath teasing her skin, "My name is Draco Malfoy," he whispered into her ear, "And I don't know who you are, but I am going to make you mine. "

Moving away, Draco's lips brushed against her cheek briefly. He lifted his eyebrows and gave a smirk, then walked away. Shine let out a somewhat silent sigh, and every one was staring at her.

"What?" She asked.

"What did ferret boy say to you?" Hermione asked.

"Oh... nothing." Shine said, thinking about what just happened.

"Well , I swear I thought I saw his lips touch your cheek for a minute there." Ginny said, shuddering.

"He didn't do that, his face was just so close that it looked like he was kissing me." she said, happy to have long hair to cover up her reddening ears.

"Well, if he is attracted to you... I can kinda see why." Said Ron.

"How?"

"Well, you kind of look like him. Your hair is platnium blonde, and your eyes are cold ice blue. Your thin, and your boo--..." he started.

"Ron! That's sick!" Ginny shouted.

"Oh, nice. I can't look at girl's boobs?!"

"No you can't."

"Hey Ron! Want a better look at my boobs?" Shine joked. Ron's face reddened, and Ginny's face had a look of disgust on it. Slyvester curled up on Harry's lap, and started to fall asleep, but Shine picked him up and put him back into his carrier. Shine yawned, and curled up, with her head on Harry's shoulder and she dozed off. After what seemed to be almost minutes, she was shaken awake.

"Five more minutes mom..." Shine mumbled.

"Um... there's five minutes till we get to the train station... you'd better get ready." Harry told her.

"Oh..." she said. Shine got her bag that was attached to the cat carrier and took out her robes and put them on, without changing. The train hualted, and Shine grabbed Slyvester, and her bag and walked off the train, and gave her stuff to the people who manage the belongings, and followed the first years to be sorted to their rightful houses.