Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Obviously it belongs to J. K. Rowling. Though I wish it belonged to me.

Chapter 1

"Come on Sara. Wake up. We're almost there," a voice said.

Sara Potter's flickered open to Tyler Weasley staring at her. He was her best friend, but even he could get very annoying at times. Ever since they were born they had been inseparable. He was like a brother to her. Their parents even joked that they should have been twins or something since they were so alike.

"Are we really almost there?" Sara asked groggily. She was still half asleep because she had stayed up last night too excited to sleep.

"No, not really. I just figured that would wake you up," Tyler laughed.

"Too bad I don't know any hexes or anything or I'd get you," she retorted sitting up.

"That's surprising seeing as to how much you read. Just like your mum you are," Tyler said faking a shocked look.

"Oh bite me," Sara said glumly as she sank back down in her seat.

He was right though. She was just like her mom, Hermione. She had practically uncontrollable brown hair, and she was pretty smart. Just like her mom she had already read Hogwarts, A History three times. Her only feature that was her dad's was her eyes. They were a bright emerald green.

"So where are we really?" she asked.

"Actually we just left the station about twenty minutes ago," he replied smirking.

"You mean I only got to sleep for twenty minutes? You retard," She said angrily.

"Well your beauty sleep was making you to beautiful for my eyes. I had to wake you up. Honest," Tyler smiled.

Instead of saying anything Sara kicked him in the shin.

"Hey! That hurt!" Tyler shouted and began rubbing his injured shin.

Sara merely rolled her eyes. Suddenly and girl opened the door of their compartment. She was tall and had light brown hair with streaks of red and blonde in it. She wore a dark green shirt with khaki pants.

"Hello," She said with an Irish accent. "Do you mind if I join you? Everywhere else is full."

"Come on in," Sara said brightly.

"We don't bite too hard. Well at least I don't. Sara here's a different issue," Tyler teased.

"Well, I'll just be careful," said the girl. "Oh I almost forgot. I'm Morgan Mcmillan."

"I'm Sara Potter," Sara replied.

"And I am the wonderful Tyler Weasley," Tyler said standing to bow very ungracefully.

"Hey, are you Harry and Hermione Potter's daughter?" Morgan inquired.

"Yeah. Why?" Sara answered.

"You must be so proud. Even in Ireland they are famous Aurors. They defeated Voldemort!" Morgan exclaimed.

"I thought you were from Ireland," Tyler commented trying to get attention back on himself.

"What? Oh yes my accent. A tad different from the British it is. My family moved here a year ago, and none of us have lost our accents quite yet," she replied. "Of course you must be the son of Ron and Lavender Weasley. My dad says your father's probably one of the best ministers of magic we've ever had, and your mom's great on the council."

"Well yeah," Tyler mumbled going bright red to match his hair.

Morgan sat down and they eagerly started talking of how excited they were. Then a boy with hair so blonde it was almost white appeared at the door followed by another dark-haired boy and a blonde girl.

"Well if it isn't the retard compartment," he laughed. "We've got a Potter, a Weasley, and the Irish new girl. Hey have you seen any of the little people? What are they again? Oh yes, leprechauns."

"And you must be a Malfoy," Sara retorted.

"Eric. Eric Malfoy," he replied sweeping into a bow. "And this is Derek Goyle and Cecilia Crabbe. Now if you'll excuse me I have more important matters to attend to."

With that he whirled around and strode off followed by his goons.

"Yeah he probably has to brush his teeth again to make sure they don't stink," Tyler said suddenly in a bad mood.

"Forget about him. He's just like his stupid dad," Sara said.

"Who is his dad?" Morgan asked confused.

"Just a jerk like him," Tyler answered.

Then a prefect walked up to their compartment.

"Get into your robes. We will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly," he said and then marched off to the next compartment.

"Guess we'd better do as he said," Tyler said.

"I don't know about you but I'll be glad to get off this train," Sara said.

The three quickly got into their robes. The train came to a halt and the students started filing off. As the trio exited the train a large man with a big, brown beard that had specks of gray in it walked up to them.

"First years over here!" he was yelling.

Suddenly he saw the trio and about jumped for joy.

"Sara, how are ye? You look so much like your mum. Well, except for yer eyes. They're yer dads. Also he told me to keep an eye on you," he told Sara. "And Tyler! How's yer dad?"

Sara and Tyler exchanged confused glances and then returned their gaze to the man.

"Oh ye don't know me do ye?" he bellowed. "I'm Hagrid."

Suddenly Sara remembered him from the stories both her mom and dad had told her.

"I remember now," she said.

"Good now follow me," he said. "First years over here!"

After all the first years had congregated around him he led them to a bunch of small boats. Each boat had a lantern attached to the front that cast a beam of light across the water.

"Two people on a boat! Hurry now!" he yelled to them.

Sara and Tyler got into a boat and Morgan got in with another girl. When everyone was settled they set off across the lake. A huge castle loomed in front of them. They arrived at the other shore and prepared to enter the castle. They walked into the main hall and were greeted by a woman. She wore dark blue robes and a crooked hat sat perched upon her head. Her gray, almost silver hair was held in a tight bun at the back of her head.

"Welcome to Hogwarts all of you. I am Professor McGonagall. I will be one of the many teachers you have here. Now in a few moments we will enter the Great Hall where you will be sorted into your houses. We will go in a single file line," She said.

"Well, are you guys ready?" Sara asked Tyler and Morgan.

"Ready as we'll ever be," they replied.

They then followed Professor McGonagall into the Great Hall.