The summary isn't exactly clear at the moment, but I do know that it has a main focus on Katie Bell, and the start of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Ha!

Disclaimer: Though you think I own each and every one of these characters, I'm afraid I don't. Technically. I may own their actions and some other strange things.. But not them.

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It was very clear from day one that Katherine Bell was a very shy, fragile creature; that she wasn't meant to be in a rough-n-tumble world, and that she had probably never even heard of sex until she went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was very clear to anyone who looked at her, that Katherin May Bell, was a very sheltered young girl. The moment she recieved her letter from Hogwarts, informing her that she was to attend the school starting in September, she probably had no idea how much her life would really change.

Look at these kids, Katie thought nervously to herself as she looked about the crowded platform. I look like I'm three years old compared to the lot of them. They'll crush me like a bug! She looked apprehensively around, making sure to stay close to her parents. Well, in reality, she was hiding behind her mother's elegent robes.

"Katherine, we talk about this. You will be fine, I promise," the tall blonde beauty looked down at her darling little girl. A gracious hand swept through Katie's own blonde hair, then her mother bent down to kiss her daughter on the forehead. Katie's father, even taller than her mother, was looking down at his only child, smiling with a twinkle in his eyes. It had been both Robet Cynthia Bell's wish to send their darling Katie to Hogwats School, and they were very glad when she recieved her letter.

Katie's bright blue eyes once again took a quick look over at the chattering students. Some looked a bit too bold for their breeches, while other were as timid as she. Still, they were bigger, and possibly meaner. Both hands clenched into two tight fists, the material of her mother's robes clenched within those fists. "I don't want to go! Can't I wait a year or three?" Though there was urgency in her small voice, she didn't dare raise it.

Robert Bell lowered himself to one knee, and gently pried his daughters hands loose of his wife's robes. He held Katie's hands in his, and looked her directly in the eye. "As long as you take care, do your work, and behave yourself, you don't have to ever worry about anything. I promise."

"But I won't be able to make any friends, because-" she began quietly, but Robert hushed her with a stern look. Katie looked away from her father's gaze, lowering it to the floor. Silently she nodded, "Alright, daddy."

A smile crossed Mr. Bell's handsome face, "That's my girl." After he gave her a brief hug, Cynthia followed suit, reminding her little angel to behave, to wash every night, to write at least once a week, and to never skip a meal. By the time Mrs. Bell completed her list, Katie was already headed toward the train.

"And don't forget to clean behind your ears!" Mrs. Bell yelled over the train's loud whistles. Katie blushed a bright red, and hurridly pulled her large trunk onto the train.

A few third year students had heard Mrs. Bell and all began to laugh at her. Katie turned an even brighter shade of red, and hurried down the train's long corridor, looking for an empty car so she could potnetially kill herself.

Once again, luck just wasn't on her side today. Rather than finding an empty compartment, she found one occupied by a few older students. They didn't look too friendly, but her mother had taught her to never judge a book by its cover. What ever that meant.

"Uhm, is it alright if I sit here?" Though her voice still wasn't the loudest thing anyone had ever heard, it was as clear as a bell. The seated students looked at her as if they had just noticed her. One of them cocked and eyebrow at her and smirked. Katie gulped nervously. She didn't like this. She didn't like this one bit.

The boy that smirked at her replaced that smirk with a nasty grin. And boy do I mean nasty! She had to force herself not to stare at the boy's horrid mouth. His teeth purtruded at all angles, and were slightly off color. Had he kept his mouth closed, she would have assumed he was in Ravenclaw, but now she could instantly tell he was defaintely a Slytherin. She took a tiny step back, trying her hardest not to stare.

"What you starin' at, there," he rose from his seat and began to advance on her.

Didn't even start at school, and already someone's picking on me, she thought as a little peep escaped her. The boys in the compartment laughed cruelly at her. Ugly-tooth continued to advance on her until he was mere inches away from her small form. "You never answered me, lovie. What you starin' at?"

By now, the poor girl was trembling, unsure what to say, uncertain as to what she should do. Her parents had never prepped her on bullies, and she was positively sure that Ugly-tooth could be classified under bully. She tried to put as much distance as she could between herself and this foul creature before, but alas, he continued to close the distance between them, sneering every step of the way. In the background his crowd of supposed friends laughed loudly, and rather stupidly. Katie snapped her eyes shut, awaiting the worst to come.

And it did.

The compartment door opened suddenly. Being that Katie was pressed completely against it, she fell when the solid surface was suddenly gone, and back she fell, crashing into the slim frame of the person who had opened the door. The two forms went crashing to the floor, and laughter errupted from the compartment.

There was a low moan from under and behind Katie, and she quickly jumped to her feet, apologies spilling from her mouth as she offered to help the person up. "It's alright. Really." The blonde turned three more shades of red as she realized the voice was male. Great going, you clumbsy prat! She mentally kicked herself several times.

The boy, who looked to be a couple of years older than her, slowly got to his feet and directed a glare at the group of laughing boys. "Think it's funny to pick on first year, Flint? I'm sure you feel like a real man now." His thick scottish accent was calm and cool, though his gaze suggested otherwise. He looked at a very red Katie and shook his head, "Make sure you stay away from his lot. Nothing but trouble." With that, the boy walked off.

Katie quickly collected her trunk and hauled it down the corridor after her savior. She tried her hardest to catch up with him, to thank him properly of course. "Hey," she called out to catch his attention. He didn't hear her. "Hey!" Her voice carried a bit louder this time, and he heard and quickly turned around. She stopped dead in her tracks, not wanting to ram into him twice in less than an hour. "Uhm," she once again became quite shy as tried to thank him.

When her gratitude was evident to the older boy, he grinned and shook his head, "Don't worry about it, really. Let's just say it was my good deed for the day." It was meant to be a joke, and he had thought it was funny, so he laughed. Katie stood still and silent. After moment more of laughter, the boy coughed into his hand, "Yeah well, find a compartment with some other first year runts, and you'll be fine." And once again he strode down the train's corridor until he reached his destined compartment.

Half of her wanted to pursue him, just to hear him speak once more. She had instantly fallen in love with that scottish accent, and the way it made him pronounce a few of his words differently. Katie shook her head and began her quest for not so rowdy compartment where she could sit. Finally she was able to find one.

"Stop it, Fred, you great prat!"

Two red haired boys were in the compartment wrestling with one another, fighting over a chocolate frog. The two boys didn't stop rolling around on the floor, in fear the other would get the chocolately treat. There was of course another person seated in the comparment, and much to Katie's reliefe, it was a girl. The girl, unlike the two boys, looked up when Katie entered the compartment, "Hi."

"Hullo," came Katie's shy answer. She jumped out of the way of the chocolate frog, who managed to escape from one of the two boys. She then had to jump onto a seat to avoid being knocked down by either of the two red heads. Katie crawled across the seat until she was directly across from the girl who had actually acknowleded her pesence.

Her dark brown eyes drifted over to the two wrestling boys, then looked at Katie's worried expression. As if reading her thoughts, the girl smiled and began to speak. "Don't worry. Those two dolts fight like this all the time." She indicated the two boys, who were still wrestling, though the chocolate frog they fought over was nowhere to be seen. The girl spoke once more, drawing Katie's attention back to her, "The name's Angelina Johnson. Those two there are Fred and George Weasley."

Once again, Katie's blue eyes drifted over to the fighting boys. "Well, uh, I'm Katie," she spoke silently. She stopped to clear her throat, and spoke louder, "Katie Bell." She let out a little shriek as one of the red headed boys jumped into the seat next to her, his feet placed on the other boy's chest. Katie had to take another look. Those boys were identical twins!

The twin seated next to her grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her, before holding out his hand. "Fred Weasley, at your service. This bloody bloke down here is my twin, George."

The twin that was under the other's foot, had both hands clutched around his twin's ankle, trying whatever he could to rid himself of the smelly burden. "Fred! Come on! Your foot smells horrible!" He struggled a bit long, kicking his legs up as he continued to do so. "When was the last time you gave those dreadful things a good cleaning!" His freckled face, so simmilar to Fred's, contorted into one of disgust.

"Uh, nice to meet you both," Katie answered meekly with a small giggle. "I'm Katie Bell."

George stopped his struggling for a moment, to gaze up at the compartment's ceiling thoughtfully. "Katie Bell," he mused with a gentle voice. "That name--" his voice gradually grew lower and lower, until he wwas practically whispering. Fred leaned forward so he could hear his twin. In an instant, George had pulled him down from his seat next to Katie, and he and his twin began yet another wrestling match.

All this was very amusing for Katie. The way her parents had described Hogwarts, she had expected a lot of serious students who intended to pursue a career in some department at the Ministry of Magic. Twins who often wrestled as often as they drew a breath, was defaintely something she had not expected, which made her wonder: What else did Hogwarts have in store for her?

A lot, dear Katherine. Hogwarts had a lot.

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And that, kiddies is chapter one to this great story idea I have! For those of you who have read orevious fics of mine may very well know my little problem with consistancy, but due to current events, I may actually finish this fic! Isn't it amazing?

Later all

-Richi Sama-