Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, never will be...sadly....

A/N: Thanks to odyssey1 ((my lone reviewer)) for the constructive criticism it helped a lot for my character ((Joyce)). I also took back Ch.2 and re-did the ending, giving Joyce more...feeling. This is also my first fiction, so I'm still new to all the 'terms', but I have a vauge idea what 'Mary Sue' means. I think it means that a new character comes up, and she perfect. ((tell me if I'm right, if not give me the right definition....)). Oh yeah! Why didn't anyone see my one flaw in Angelina's year at Hogwarts? It really makes me feel loved.....TT

After I ate, we set off to Kings Cross to board the Hogwarts Express. I was puzzled on how I get on the train. There had to be some secret passageway. Then I heard a lady with red hair, who had several kids, 5 at least, with her with similar red hair.

"Just like every year, the hustle and bustle to get on the Hogwarts train." I eyed the family closely, and followed. They stopped at a barrier between platforms 9 and 10. A first set of them walked into the barrier very casually. I was surprised. So I followed the suit. I was immediately transported onto a different platform. There was a large scarlet red train, called the Hogwarts Express being boarded. I got on, and found an empty compartment. I sat down but just then, my compartment door opened.

"Oh, Hello, didn't see you there, mind if I sit all the rest are taken," A girl asked me, she had long dark braided hair and brown eyes. I nodded yes,

"By the way, my name is Angelina, Angelina Johnson." She held out her hand. I shook it.

"I'm Joycelen McCormack, but call me Joyce, I'm not to fond of my full name, " I said, smiling. Her eyes got wide,

"McCormack ...McCormack.... Like as in Catriona McCormack, former chaser for the Pride of Portree?" She was surprised

"The one and only, she my great aunt," I said,

"Wow, and her daughter isn't a bad keeper either," Angelina was impressed.

"Trust me, Meagan has really bad smelling feet," I said smiling. Angelina laughed.

"I don't think I seen you before, what year are you?" she asked

"Oh, I'm supposed to be in my 6th year actually, I transferred from Beauxbatons." I explained

"Really, I'm only in 4th ! I hope you get into my house! Its Gryffindor," She seemed really excited about it. She explained everything about Hogwarts, then asked me,

"Hey, do you play quidditch yourself,"

"Well, practically my whole family line does, which means I do too! I play chaser." I said

"Me too! You know what you should try out for the team if you get into our house," She was really happy.

Just then the compartment door opened again,

"Oi, Angelina we were looking for you have you seen Wood?" It came from one of the redheaded children I saw earlier. I thought I was seeing double before I noticed that they were twins,

"No I haven't, Hey guys I want you to meet Joycelen McCormack," She said as I shook their hands,

"This is Fred, and George Weasley"

"McCormack, as in Catriona McCormack, who played for Scotland oh about 35 times?" Fred said,

"No I think it was 37 times," George corrected.

"That's 36 times" another voice came up. I looked to see who it was. It came from a handsome guy, who looked about my age. He had brown hair and really familiar chocolate brown eyes. He looked just like.... No, it can't be.

"Oh, hey there Wood, we were just looking for you," Fred said. "Joycelen, this is Oliver Wood," It was him. Oliver. Wood... The same Oliver Wood, who I used to play with every day. The same Oliver Wood who used to share his snacks with me, the same Oliver Wood, whom cried when I left. I was shocked. He held out his hand, I shook it,

"Call me Joyce," I said kinda dazed and amazed.

"You know Fred, if I didn't know better I would say that someone is taking into a liking by Mister Wood here," George teased. I blushed and shot a glare at the twins who were snickering. I looked back at Oliver. Wondering if he remembered me. It didn't seem like it,

"Nice to meet you Joyce," that's all he said.

I was crushed, he broke his promise, but then I acted as though that didn't effect me, so I gave him a smile. Through the rest of the trip, I couldn't look at Oliver. Even if I tried. We talked about Quidditch and other stuff, but mostly quidditch. Quidditch was Oliver's life, that's what Angelina said, he ate, drank, breathed Quidditch. Well he sure didn't change. When he was eight, quidditch was his life then too. I remember playing on our toy broomsticks in his backyard which was made into sort of a quidditch arena. I shook the memory out of my mind. Oliver must've forgotten about me. He was the only one who would call me Joy, no one else, I reserved that name for him ever since. When we finally arrived to the Castle, a strict looking witch stopped me,

"Miss McCormack, I am Professor McGonagall, Welcome to Hogwarts, you'll be sorted into your house before all the first years do, so follow me," I followed her in to the Hall.

It was impressive, 4 long tables side by side, already filled with students. Professor McGonagall set a four-legged stool in front of a table, which faced all of the students, right in front of the Teacher's table. On top of the stool was a tattered black wizard's hat. Then a mouth opened at the brim, and it started to sing a song:

Welcome to Hogwarts,
Your home-away-from-home,
Here you will live,
Here you will roam.
So here you are,
You've come along,
Now I'll tell you
Just where you belong.
I am clever
And quite Smart
So try me on,
I'll look into your heart.
Those of you in Ravenclaw
Will do well with your intelligence
Those of you in Gryffindor
Will find comfort in your diligence.
If in Slytherin you find yourself,
You are of the determined sort.
In Hufflepuff the kind and generous
Are relied on for their support.
That's it for my song,
Are you scared yet?
So put me on
And you'll be set

After it was finished, the students clapped. My stomach was in knots. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore got up,

"Before we sort the first years, Hogwarts has a new comer to our ranks. She is from Beauxbatons, and is going to be in her 6th year, I hope you can welcome her graciously. May Joycelen McCormack please come up," he said.

There was a buzz going around, probably because of my last name. My aunt takes all the credit. My aunt Catriona, was a famous chaser for the Pride of Portree in the 60's, my cousin, her daughter is currently the keeper, and my first cousin, Kirley (Meagan's son) is the lead guitarist for a well known wizard band called the Weird Sisters. He is my favorite cousin, because he doesn't care about the fame, just his music. He even taught me how to play. Well anyway, I got up in front of the school and sat on the stool. Professor McGonagall put the hat on my head. A voice instantly filled my mind as though the hat was probing my thoughts,

"Hmmm, a very complicated mind. Fairly good at academics, achieves in sports, wants to prove yourself differently from your family. Brave, bold, with a touch pride. Hmmm might as well be, GRYFFINDOR!" The hat said the last part out loud.

The students clapped. Especially Angelina and the twins but couldn't see Oliver's expression. I blushed relived, and took a seat down next to Angelina. Fred clapped me on the back. George congratulated me. Oliver however, didn't say anything. I was crushed once again. While eating, a few of the younger students were staring at me, mostly girls. I was getting a bit annoyed,

"What?," I asked, thickly to the gawking group. My mouth full with a mixture of baked potato and chicken. The girls looked appalled for a second, then the stares and giggles returned.

"You...you're, you're Kirley McCormack's cousin aren't you?" A girl next to me squeaked, a bit disgusted.

"Uh, yeah, he's my cousin." I swallowed, feeling a bit stupid, NO DUH! He is my cousin. The girls squealed with delight. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

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