Authors' Extremely Important Note of Importancy: This is a story that we, Mariela and Melissa (view profile for more info), made up through various emails to each other over the course of a few days. It was planned to never be seen by anyone else, but obviously, that has all been changed. We have currently written over nine chapters, and will be putting up one chapter a day... or every few days. We do not own Harry Potter, but we do own the characters that aren't in Harry Potter. Just the characters, though. Not the real people. Though that'd be pretty awesome. Because all the non-Harry Potter folk are based on real people: our peers, our former teachers, etc. Anyways, we have slightly altered the names of the people, for our own safety. And even though we hate "Brigitte" (100 completely)we do not hate the Asian race, or any race for that matter. We just think "Brigitte" is a horrible person. Also, this story is pure silliness, and there is a LOT of Harry bashing, so if you're a HP fangirl/boy, and are easily upset, we suggest you don't read this. All flames will be ignored, so don't even bother, folks. So now, ON WITH THE STORY!

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Chapter Two

"Melissa? Do you know where Platform Nine and Three-Quarters is?" Mariela asked, only after having looked for fifteen minutes herself of course (she was, and still is, a very stubborn person).

"No. I told you we should ask someone!"

"Sure, then they can send us to the asylum!"

"God Mariela, who stuck a stick up your ass!"

"Whatever."

The girls decided to stand at the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten.

"Mel, you should have seen your face when you saw Mr. Roeder transform!"

"God, Mariela! That was a month ago! CAN YOU DROP IT ALREADY! Besides, you didn't look too hot either."

They were so engulfed in their conversation, that they did not notice a fairly handsome, redheaded boy approaching them.

"Excuse me..." the boy said. Mariela and Melissa merely stared. "Excuse me?" he asked again. Melissa finally regained enough cerebral capacity to ask, "Do you know where Platform Nine and Three-Quarters is?"

To their surprise, the boy did not ask them any questions, nor did he call the authorities to ask if there had been an escape from a nearby mental institution. He merely said, "You're standing right in front of it. I guess you're going to Hogwarts too?"

Mariela had now returned from her vegetative state, and was quick to explain that it was the girl's first year and ask if he could accompany them on the train.

He grinned, "Sure, it's my first year too, but my brother's, Fred and George, told me about it so there are no surprises for me."

Melissa returned his broad smile, although her mouth was small, so her grin was not as exaggerated, "Thanks! By the way, I'm Melissa, and this is Mariela!"

The boy with the flaming red hair replied as he started walking towards the barrier, "Cool, I'm Ron. Now we better hurry, or we'll miss the train!"

The girls had moved and were now standing next to the barrier. They stood with their mouths agape as Ron ran, full speed, into the barrier. To their surprise, he did not crash; he merely passed through the barrier, disappearing into the seemingly solid brick wall.

Melissa and Mariela stood there for a moment before they heard an all too familiar voice, "Hey you guys! Do you know where the platform-"

That was all they heard, for they had decided to follow Ron and hopefully evade the owner of the call.

Samantha Black was standing by herself, looking around the bustling train station her parents had dropped her off at. She looked down at her luggage, and then at the people moving quickly around her. She started walking down the giant station, looking at platform numbers. After several minutes she made her way to Platform Nine. She looked up at the sign. Yup. It was definitely a "9".

Slowly, she passed the platform, and up ahead she saw the sign stating "10".

What?

Samantha turned and looked back at the sign stating "9".

Where was Nine and Three-Quarters?

She pulled a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket on her kilt.

"Market Street MUNI Station, San Francisco

Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

11:00 a.m."

Samantha looked at her surroundings. She was definitely in the right place. But she couldn't find the platform! Frustrated, she put the piece of paper back in her pocket, and leaned against a barrier. Suddenly, she fell backwards through the wall, with luggage and all. She stumbled backwards, but caught hold of a bar, so she steadied herself.

Hope no one saw that... she thought to herself, as she pulled down her extremely short pleated skirt. She turned around, and found she was facing an enormous red train. She looked up at the sign stating what platform it was, and sure enough, she was at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Large puffs of smoke were billowing out of the train, and she heard whistles in the distance. The train started to groan, and Samantha realized she might not make it in time. She ran up to the train, her luggage rolling smoothly behind her.

"Hurry!" a tall, fairly handsome redheaded boy called to her. He held out his hand and she gave him her luggage. He looked down at the bags, and pulled them aboard. Samantha climbed on board herself, the parents behind her gaping at the flagrant view of underwear peeking out from under her skirt.

"Here, let me help you find a compartment... maybe you'll have to be in mine..." the boy said, dragging Samantha's luggage behind him. Samantha followed him down the isle between compartments. She flicked her long hair behind her, and people stared as she walked past. She decided to flaunt what her momma gave her, and started walking with provocative hip action.

"Please, stop doing that," the boy said when he turned around to see why everyone was staring. "People will tease you for the rest of the year if you keep doing that."

"No! People don't tease me. Ever," Samantha said, and decided to leave it at that.

The boy shrugged. "You'll have to be with us, I think." He pulled open the compartment door, and Samantha walked in to see six people staring at her in wonder and amazement. And probably, Samantha thought, awe.