A/N: Insanity, confusion, sadness, all that jazz…

Chapter 2:

Sara's POV

I glanced behind me and saw our great-uncle walking out into the crowded street.

"How are we supposed to find the platform again?" I asked nervously. I saw Lillian shrug her thin shoulders.

"I don't remember. I thought it said that there was an invisible barrier or something around here," she murmured.

"Lil, what if we can't find the barrier in time before the train leaves?" I asked, getting more anxious by the second.

"How many times have I told you not to call me Lil? Besides, you worry too much. We'll find the barrier," Lillian said confidently.

"What makes you so sure?" I asked.

"Because I'm me. You know I always stumble upon hidden passageways," Lillian said mysteriously.

"Don't remind me," I replied, remembering the last passageway that she found and how she had dragged me down there. Let's just say that didn't end too well.

"Why don't we just ask someone?" I asked, knowing how stupid it sounded.

Lillian looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Who are we going to ask, pray tell?"

My gaze caught onto someone who was coming into the train station. Even from a distance, I recognized him. "We could ask him," I said, pointing over to the teenage boy.

He was a tall boy, I noticed that immediately. He also had unruly jet black hair and glasses that were somewhat askew across his face. One might not have thought much about him, except for a thin lightening bolt scar that was somewhat hidden behind his bangs.

"Is that who I think it is?" I asked, somewhat breathlessly.

"If it isn't, we're both seeing things," Lillian said, looking over in my direction.

"Do you want to go see if it's him?" I asked. I was looking forward to meeting him now that I saw him. Lillian shook her head.

"Nah. We'll just follow him." And so, we followed closely behind the famous boy-who-lived, who was with three other people that we're following closely behind.

We hid behind the pillar as they approached a column that was between the two platforms. We then watched as they approached it and then, a crowd blocked our view of them. When the crowd finally thinned out, the four were gone.

"Where did they go?" I asked. I was really scared now.

"Why are you acting so scared, Sara? We did this in school sometimes," Lillian said, already making her way towards the pillar.

"Lillian, wait! Don't leave me!" I cried out, running to catch up to her.

When we got to it, Lillian eyed it carefully.

"I think all we have to do is walk through," she said causally.

I blanched. "That's all!"

She grabbed my hand to try and comfort me. "Just hold my hand and we'll walk through together." I nodded, the whole entire time being scared out of my mind.

"On three... one...two...three." I took a deep breath and walked with Lillian through the barrier. Wait... we walked through?

I opened my eyes and saw a bright red, gleaming, train spewing smoke into the air. The words, Hogwarts Express, gleamed in gold letters. All around us, people with trolleys were going towards the train.

Suddenly, I remembered something vitally important.

"Lillian, we didn't get any of the books and materials!" I cried out.

Lillian rolled her eyes. "Don't you remember? They have all of the stuff bought for us. All we needed to bring was our wands. We just have to go to a... Professor...Snape, I think it was, and he'll give us our things," she explained.

"Why wouldn't Headmaster Dumbledore bring us the stuff?" I asked. Lillian shrugged.

"How should I know? Now come on, we can't miss the train with your constant worrying," she said, practically dragging me onto the train.

As we walked on and went through, we saw one compartment in the back of the train that was empty.

"Come on, let's go in here," Lillian said, still dragging me. We sat down on the same seat and looked out at the people who were still coming onto the train.

We were silent as we watched them. Just before the train left, we saw a tall, dark haired boy, look into our compartment. I almost gasped. It was Harry Potter.

I poked Lillian and she looked up. I saw Harry turn the knob of the sliding door.

"Do you mind if we sit with you?" He asked. I looked behind him and saw the three other people that were with him before were still with him now.

I looked over at Lillian who shrugged. That was a sign that she didn't care. I nodded and everyone piled in.

The girl with the flaming red hair sat next to me while Harry, the boy with the same hair color as the girl's, and another girl with brown curly hair sat on the other side.

"Are you two new? We haven't seen you around," the redheaded boy asked.

Lillian nodded. "Yeah, we're new. We're from America, as you can probably already guess."

"American witches? Wow. I've never met American witches before. Where did you two go?" the brown-haired girl asked.

"Some school in Maryland. We never really bothered to find out what it's called. It has such a long name, so we were like, screw that," Lillian explained.

"Actually, Lillian, I believe that was your terminology," I said with a slight British accent.

"Whatever, Sara," Lillian replied.

"Well, now that you all know our names, what about yours?" I asked, trying to be polite.

"I'm Harry Potter, and this is Hermione Granger," he pointed to the brown-haired one, who smiled at us. "Ron Weasley," he pointed to the redheaded boy. "And this is Ginny Weasley."

"Good to meet you all," I said. Lillian nodded.

There was an awkward pause. Surely this has happened to you once. When no one really knows what to say next.

"So," Ron started. "Why are you two up in England? Did your parents switch jobs or something?" I immediately felt like crying at the mention of my kind, caring parents. The parents that always comforted me during a storm. The parents who comforted me when my grandmother died. The parents that adopted Lillian into our family and acted as if she was truly one of their own. It still hurt to think about them, so the tears began to pile up behind my eyelids.

Lillian immediately sensed that I was starting to get upset and started to rub my back soothingly.

"C'mon, Sara. Don't have a breakdown here." I nodded, willing the tears to stay in my eyes and not spill out.

"What's wrong, Sara?" Harry asked in concern.

"Our... well, actually, her parents just died a few weeks ago. I was adopted into their family only a year ago, so you can imagine how painful it is for both of us," Lillian said, still rubbing my back.

"I'm sorry, Sara. I didn't know," Ron said, apologetically.

I smiled a watery smile. "That's right, you didn't know. Let's just talk about something else for now, ok?"

For the entire train-ride (Harry and Ginny were summoned to a Horace Slughorn's compartment for the rest of the ride. Apparently, he was the new teacher), we talked about miscellaneous things. Ron and Hermione were eager to talk a lot about Hogwarts and its classes. Well, at least Hermione was. Ron, it seemed, like to talk about the prejudice against Slytherin and Gryffindor, Quidditch, and a certain Potions Master by the name of Professor Snape.

"We're supposed to meet him tonight to retrieve our school supplies," I stated when Ron mentioned him.

"Be careful he doesn't bite you. Night time is when vampires are known to come out," he stated dryly.

"Oh honestly, Ron, how many times have we been over this? Snape is not a vampire," Hermione retorted.

"So we're led to believe," Ron declared.

"Is he really that bad?" I asked tensely. I didn't want to have to deal with a mean teacher.

"Only to everyone who is not a Slytherin. He's the Head of House for it."

Great, I thought sarcastically.

The one teacher that we had to go to for our supplies and he had to be the mean one.

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