Dear Diary,

Well, it took three hours to talk to Dumbledore, and we're basically where we were. We don't know what's being planned, we don't have our story straight of where we came from, and the school term hasn't even started. The last point is moot, the train arrives today. I wonder what Mum looks like in this time. I hope that I'm not enough like her to look like a twin...eww. Bad thought. If Mum and Dad fell in love...and I look like Mum...eww! No, they fell in love after school; actually, to hear them tell it, they fell in love after they were married. What would it really hurt to change that? What would it hurt to change anything? I know I shouldn't wonder these things, but I can't help myself. There's another thing I wonder, but I doubt he's noticed.

I can tell you, it wasn't easy sitting at the Gryffindor table watching people I only knew as adults file in. I recognized their faces and marveled at the minor differences between this now and my now. I found myself grasping Etta's hand in an attempt to calm my nerves, and she gripped mine in return hard enough to turn both our knuckles white. David looked across the table at us and grinned.

"I can't wait to see Dad. Mum said he was a dork in high school but she thought that was cute."

"Speaking of cute, you guys better be careful talking to her, or he might get jealous," Etta whispered the last part as people gathered in around us.

"I'm Colin Creevey," the boy next to me introduced himself. "Who are you?"

I forced my giggles to die. The boy in front of me was going to edit the Daily Prophet! "I'm Wren Emerald and this is my cousin, Etta Freeman. We just moved here."

"That's my brother, about four down on the left. He sat down there so he can see how Harry's doing."

"Harry Potter?" Pat interjected. I shot him a quelling look; Pat viewed this time as a military mission. If he didn't relax, I was going to slap him.

"Yeah. You've heard of him?"

"Colin, these are our friends, Pat and David Oliver. They moved about the same time we did. Pat's big on becoming an auror."

Colin nodded. "Who isn't right now? We all want to beat You Know Who, don't we?"

"Ginny!" a tall redhead shouted, standing up quickly.

"That's Ron Weasley, he's a great strategist," Colin explained, following our gazes. I felt Etta's grip tighten. "He's also one of Harry's best friends."

"Who's the other?" David asked, managing to sound politely interested.

"Others, I guess," Colin said, kind of wistfully. "I used to think his best friends were Hermione Granger, and Ron. Now I guess he's added Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood; that's who went with him to the...well."

He stopped suddenly, and looked uncomfortable.

"He's got a big group of good friends, then," Etta managed.

I nodded grimly. Now we knew who to make friends with.