Faith Comes In Different Names.

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A/N: O.K. The longest chapter yet. Today is the first day of Winter Break. I'll be surprised if I finish this chapter before it's over. Of course, I might just be mean and end up splitting up this chapter. ::grins::

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Angie stepped out of her parent's car and snorted. She could never understand her parent's fascination with the muggle contraption. Oh, don't get her wrong, she liked muggles and all, but them taking the car everywhere is a bit much. Sighing, she looked around. All the other witches and wizards she knew were going to Beauxbaton, so she was left trying to find new friends. Consciously, she knew the lack of friends was her decision, but she couldn't help feeling lonely. She hurriedly made her way to the platforms. "9 ¾" She quietly whispered to herself. Looking between Platform 9 and Platform 10, and not seeing what she was seeking, she looked for the nearest porter. Running towards him, she slammed into a skinny excuse of an 11 year old boy. "Oh, excuse me. I was just looking for Platform 9 ¾." Angie flashed him a perfect smile.

"Oh, well, I dunno where it is. This bloody station is confusing. Maybe we should ask that porter over there." He pointed to the man that Angie had been running towards.

"Good idea." She flashed him another smile. "Um, sir, we're a bit lost, could you please direct us to Platform 9 ¾?" The man looked at Angie and the boy as if they had just sprouted wings.

"9 ¾? Is that supposed to be some sort of joke?" The porter suddenly looked angry. "Bloody kids always pulling jokes. Go run back to your mummies and daddies and stop playing tricks." He glared at them and turned away.

"Err. I dunno what to do…I'm…rather new to the wizarding world." The boy looked uncomfortable.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. Uh, what did you say your name was? I'm Angie, Angie Bonfoi." Angie didn't feel like bringing up her true identity, so she just went with what she knew.

"I'm Harry." She looked at him when he stopped. "Oh, Potter, Harry Potter." At the mention of his last name, Angie's eyes widened. Harry Potter! The Boy-Who-Lived! Wait till Mother hears about this!

"Erm, Angie? All right there?" Harry waved his hand in front of the shocked girl's face.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. I just…You…Name…Famous…Voldemort…" Angie fainted.

"Angie?" He poked her with his foot. Just as he was about to go ballistic, he heard a loud voice.

"C'mon! Hurry up! Percy! Fred! George! RONALD! We're going to be late!"

"Ma'am? I'm sorry, but, my friend here, she…fainted."

"Oh the poor dear." Up close, it was obvious that the woman had a prominent Scottish accent. While the woman fretted over Angie, Harry noticed the other four people behind her. All of them, including the woman, had bright red hair. Two of the other four were identical, and the other two looked ready to kill each other. Harry pushed his bangs back in frustration, revealing his all too famous scar, and the bickering and fretting ceased. The youngest of the four approached him.

"You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Eh, yes. Please don't faint. That's what happened to Angie." He motioned to the girl behind him.

"Bloody hell! I'm talking to Harry Sodding Potter!"

"Ronald! Language" The woman, he guessed she was his mother, scolded.

"Sorry, Mum." Ronald looked down at his feet. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Ron Weasley. Those three are my brothers, though I've got two more and a sister. The twins are Fred and George."

"Pleased to…" One began.

"Meet you…" The other continued.

"Harry!" They said in unison.

"The one who looks as if a broomstick was shoved up his arse-"

"LANGUAGE!"

"Sorry, Mum. Anyways, the other one is Percy."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance. Percy shook Harry's hand.

"Um, Harry, can you help me up?" Angie said, from the ground.

"Oh , right!" Harry helped Angie up, and Ron went over the introductions again, this time leaving out the 'broomstick up arse' line'. Mrs. Weasley helped them to Platform 9 ¾ and left Ron and the twins with a little message.

"ONE TOE OUT OF LINE AND I'M BRINGING YOU THREE RIGHT BACK HOME! Percy, dear, congratulations on Head Boy. Harry and Angie, dears, nice to meet you. ONE TOE, YOU THREE." She smiled and left.

Damon appeared at the station with a crack. Apparation had always been a simple task for him, even at his young age. His parents hadn't bothered to come with him, so he headed for the platform on his own. Luckily, his parents had told him how to reach Platform 9 ¾. Nonchalantly leaning into the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, Damon stepped onto Platform 9 ¾. Looking for a not so friendly face to become acquainted with, he spotted a certain blonde child. No, not Angie. He walked over to him, wondering which house he would be sorted into.

"Excuse me." Damon said, less than politely. The blonde kid turned and sneered, but stopped once he caught sight of his face. It was like staring into a mirror.

"Yes? What do you want?"

"Just wanted to meet new people. Damon Neitglaube. And you are?"

" Draco Malfoy." Malfoy…where had Damon heard that name? He gasped. On his acceptance letter. They had called him Damon Malfoy. Odd.

"Well, Malfoy, nice to meet you. Wanna go find a compartment?"

"Fine. Whatever."

The two boarded the train and searched for an empty compartment. Upon opening one door, they found three people already sitting in it. A redhead, a blonde, and a brunette. What shocked the two the most was how closely the blonde resembled each of them, even though she was a girl.

"Red hair, freckles, hand me down robes? Must be a Weasley." Draco spat.

"Yea, well at least my father isn't a bloody Death Eater."

"Worse, he's a sodding muggle-lover." Turning his attention to the brunette in the compartment. "And who are you?" Catching sight of his scar. "So it's true. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

"And you are?" Harry said, slightly miffed.

"Draco Malfoy, and this," He said, pointing to Damon, "Is Damon Neitglaube. Now Potter, do you really want to be associating with Weasley there?" Not letting Harry answer and noticing that he had missed a person, he turned to the girl. "Who are you?"

"Angie Bonfoi. Nice to meet you, brother." She said with a small smirk.

"BROTHER?" Draco jumped back. "I'm not your brother."

"Bonfoi, Malfoy, Neitglaube. Good Faith, Bad Faith, No Faith. Goodness, what has Father been teaching you?" It sickened her to call Lucius Malfoy 'Father', but to irritate Malfoy, she had to. "Didn't you notice how similar we look?" She batted her eyelashes.

"Damon, let's go. I don't need to be insulted by some French hussy." Draco growled and stormed out of the compartment.

"Angie," Ron said, wide eyed (a lot of that, eh?), "Is that git REALLY your brother?"

"Oh of course not!" Angie lied, they would find out the truth soon enough. "I merely said that to get him irritated. Our last names really do mean that. French and German are helpful languages to know."

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A/N: Ok, not all that I promised, but a good point to stop at. PLUS! I'm just lazy.