Before the sun was even rising, Renae was wide awake. From the sleepy silence of the rest of the house, she could tell that she was the only one up. She began to dress instead of trying to fall back asleep. Renae was too excited to even put her head on the feather pillows of her bed. She picked out a pair of faded jeans with the knees shredded, and a red T-shirt, bearing the name of her favorite wizarding band: Dysfunctional Oddity. Along with the Venice Vipers, Dysfunctional Oddity was one of her favorite things in the world. They weren't very common, but even still, they were amazing.

Renae picked up her black and red striped trunk and hauled it downstairs. As quietly as she could, Renae set the trunk down next to the front door, and trumped back upstairs for her owl, jacket, and purse.

A grumbling sound erupted from Renae stomach; she was hungry. She hadn't eaten anything since Diagon Alley yesterday, and that was only ice cream. To save her mother some time and effort, Renae decided to make breakfast. Pancakes and bacon… that sounded good…

Within five minutes, her two brothers were drawn to the kitchen, fully dressed, by the smell of food. Shortly after, Diane and Greta emerged from the second floor, and they all sat down to eat.

"So, Ma," Renae said as she placed a plate of breakfast in front of her mother. "Are you seeing us off at Kings Cross?"

"No," she said briskly. "I have a job interview I need to get ready for."

Caleb and Derek both spat out their orange juice. Greta blinked blankly and wiped her face with her shirt.

"Job interview?" Derek repeated. "For what?"

"I'm applying for a position in the Department of Magical Games and Sports," she answered. "You know, at the Ministry of Magic."

All four of the kids looked down at their plates, sadly. They weren't hungry any more.

"Oh, come on," Diane said, desperately. "I'll write to you guys all the time, you know that."

"But it's not the same, Mum," Greta whispered.

"Well, Christmas is only in… about four months…" Renae said, on a happier note. "You three can last that long, right?"

They nodded in unison.

"Then what's the matter?" she laughed. "You're big kids; I think you can handle it.

Slowly, Derek, Caleb, and Greta smiled.

"I guess you're right," Caleb said. "It's not like we're never going to see her again."

"Okay then!" Diane said, standing up. "Let's finish up and get your stuff over to the Weasley's house. I think Arthur got some Ministry cars to get to Kings Cross…"

They all swallowed the last of their breakfast and grabbed their things. Slowly, they dragged their luggage across the lawn to the next house and piled it by the front step. Renae bounded in the front door and yelled "Good morning, Weasley family!" (A/N: yea… it's like in extreme makeover- home edition!)

Ron appeared at the bottom of the stairs, yawning and looking extremely weary. He rubbed is eyes and stared at her, incredulously.

"Why are you so happy?" he asked groggily.

"Because Ron!" she said, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. "It's the first day of school! Get excited!"

He looked at her peculiarly.

"Are you off your rocker?" He muttered.

"Ron, I've never been to a real school before! This is big for me!" she explained. "So be happy!"

"Woo…," he said, unenthusiastically.

When the Ministry cars arrived, Diane helped Mr. and Mrs. Weasley haul Renae, Ron, Derek, Caleb, Ginny, and Greta's trunks into the back of the two cars. Once everything was secured and in the trunks of the old-fashioned cars, they said their goodbyes and squeezed into to the vehicles. Renae and her siblings were in one car, and Ron, Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were in the other.

They arrived at King's Cross Station at 10:30. Renae was so giddy, when the driver bowed to her as she got out of the car, she curtsied back! It was one of the biggest days of her life, yet most teenagers dreaded the first day of school.

The drivers got them trolleys for their luggage and helped them get their trunks. After a last tip of their hat, they hopped back into their cars and disappeared onto the highway behind them. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley lead them over to the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Renae stared at the solid wall, as though expecting a hole to appear for her to walk through to platform 9 ¾. Nothing happened.

"All you have to do is walk into the wall," Mr. Weasley said, seeing the confused expression on Renae's face.

"So you're actually encouraging me to run into walls?" Renae laughed. "Finally, my time has come."

"How about Ron and Ginny go first?" Mrs. Weasley suggested.

Ron and Ginny both leaned casually against the barrier. Slowly, they slid into the solid wall. Renae blinked. She blinked again. Yep, they were gone.

"You're turn, Renae," Mrs. Weasley said, cheerily.

Renae laughed, nervously, and turned her trolley to face the barrier. She closed her eyes and ran as fast as she could at the wall. Bracing herself for a powerful collision, she bit her lip and closed her eyes even tighter. There was no force; no impact; no noise. Then, she felt a rush of air and a blast of voices. She opened her eyes and smiled.

CRASH.

"What the hell were you doing?" someone yelled. "Watch where you're going next time you-"

Renae hadn't stopped running. She had rammed her cart right into none other than Draco Malfoy, who was now under Renae's trunk, owl, and body.

"Oh, it's you," he laughed. "I thought you looked familiar. You know, you don't have to run me over to get my attention."

"Quiet," Renae said. She stood up and put her trunk and Iota back on the trolley. She held out a hand for Draco, who heaved himself off of the ground.

"Mum, this is Renae," Draco said to his mother, who had the same blonde hair as he did.

"What's your last name, Renae?" Mrs. Malfoy asked, shaking her hand. "You look extremely familiar…"

"Cantera," Renae replied.

Mrs. Malfoy's eyes flashed. She froze and then said in a high-pitched and nervous tone, "Draco dear, may I have a word?"

She pulled him aside, not to be heard by Renae, who was looking confused.

"Draco, I can't let you see this girl," she hissed.

"But why?" he asked. "She's a pureblood, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is," she whispered. "But I have my reasons."

"What-"

"It was nice to meet you dear," Mrs. Malfoy said loudly to Renae. "Now come on Draco, we need to find you a seat."

She dragged her son away and pushed him onto the train. Renae shrugged and went off to find the Weasleys and her siblings.

"Where were you?" Caleb said.

"Ran into somebody," she answered. "Are Harry and Hermione coming?"

"Yeah, 'Mione's parents are bringing them here," Ron said as he pulled his trunk onto the train, with help from Renae.

Once they were all on the train, Ginny went on a search for some of her fellow fifth-years, with Greta, Caleb and Derek following. Ron and Renae found and empty compartment and put their backpacks on the luggage rack.

"So," Ron sighed, sitting down and stretching out across the seat. "Do you want to go look for Harry and Hermione, or should we wait here?"

"No point," Renae said. "They're outside."

She waved furiously at them from the window. They got the message and started to get on the train. A few minutes later, they came into the compartment and put their things with Ron and Renae's.

"Hey guys," Harry said. He pushed Ron's feet off the seat and sat down. "Sorry we're a bit late. The Dursley's were being paranoid about me having "normal" friends. They kept bugging Mr. and Mrs. Granger about magic and I finally had to shut the door in their faces so we could leave."

"Who're the Dursley's?" Renae asked.

"They're the Muggle family Harry lives with," Ron answered.

"Yeah," Harry said. "They're my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin. They can't stand magic and anyone who has anything to do with it. I'm pretty much treated like dirt there."

"Why don't you just move out?" Renae said. "You can live with me. We have an extra room. And you'd be right with me and Ron."

"I can't," he said miserably. "The Ministry won't let me. I can't leave until I'm out of school. But, maybe then I can live with you guys. There's only two years left…"

"Yeah…two long dreadful years…" Ron sighed.

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