The Difference it Would of Made

Amarezza…..interesting. I haven't written this in a while. No one is reading it anyway……you make me cry.

Disclaimer: Well as you have no proof of my real identity I may be J.K.Rowling. But for legal matters I am to state that I own nothing.

Jumping at the sound of the door sliding, I realised I had fallen asleep. The train was rocking rhythmically as it went over the rough surface of the rails. Looking around in a slight panic, as well as doing a discreet check for drool, I locked eyes with two boys. One was small, skinny, green eyed, raven haired and pale skinned. The other tall, lanky, ice eyes, red haired and freckled. Two opposites of each other, both looking at me nervously, as though expecting to be eaten or at least maimed with permanent injuries. Well I would hate to disappoint if the need arises. Subtly reaching for the wand in my back jean pocket, I smiled in a valiant attempt to break the ice.

'Hi. Can I help you?' My voice was tinted with curiosity and soaked in arrogance. Great, I'm now an arrogant little madam. This is not working, I think I'm about to take off from the butterflies in my stomach. Although you must remember this was one of my first interactions with new people. My god, I'm so sad…I suppose these boys looked harmless, but then again I could take nearly everyone on this train and come back for second helpings. Laugh my pretty, but you do not want to see me in a bad mood. Woah, wee bit of a tangent there.

They both smiled nervously, glancing at each other with looks on their face of clear nerves and near terror. I sighed. They couldn't know, its not like I carry a sign with it plastered over in flashing paint. But you never know, with all these ministry restrictions I might just have to do that, although I suppose we could all just gang up and slaughter the little buggers….

Lost in train of thought I realised that the two boys were still there. But they had not moved since I had talked and were yet to reply. They seemed to be having a spontaneous and violent telekinesis battle about who was going to speak first. Jesus, I was nervous but at least I was making the effort. Okay, lets try this again. Hope this battle isn't to hard, they might just bust an artery.

"Urm….You want to sit down?" Take it casual, nice one. That's the style just don't do anything stupid. They can find out your dumb the hard way, like every other sod.

"Yeah, everywhere else is taken." The red head finally piped up in a voice that reminded me of squeaky dog toys. He went scarlet around his ears and neck, cleared his throat meaningfully and then began worrying his lip, trying to gauge our reactions. He glanced at his mate who was smirking gleefully. He looked at me trying not to laugh. He decided to look at my owl instead. The mentioned animal hooted loudly in response. Honestly, he loves attention. Trust me he has more human traits then me. Sometimes when I'm talking to him he looks so humanish I actually think he will answer when he opens that little beak. And yes I talk to my owl. I get oh so lonely sometimes. I mean he's there for me and I just babble on. Not pacifically to him but to the breathing thing. Am I making sense? I don't actually know why I have to justify this. I would of figured that narrating my life story in my head was more of a worry.

Gaining confidence the black haired boy offered a hand. I stood up out of polite habit. Walking over I failed to notice that my jumper was badly snagged on something. I was suddenly jolted to a halt, turned to free myself, tripped over my feet and then fell backwards over my trunk. I looked a right prat.

Dammit….Goddammit….Seriously, for two seconds, just two blasted seconds can I co-ordinate?

I heard muffled laughter and turned an evil glare on the two boys. It was partly effective but humour soon overcame them and they cracked up. Smiling in a way that people do when they try to laugh at themselves in a carefree manner like cool people but really there utterly mortified, I began the process of getting up.

"Ha, ha, ha…."I tried belatedly, my face warming.

"Harry Potter." Said the black haired boy, offering a hand to stand this time. I accepted, I don't doubt my ability to fall again.

"Wow…the Harry Potter?" I tried to hide my excitement. Tried being the prominent word. I don't know what gave it away, gawking at the hand that touched his in disbelief or the cracking of my voice. But he just nodded, ducking his head to hide the blush creeping his face. Well we've all been embarrassed now, so I decided to ignore it rather then laugh at how cute he was or question why a hero would be embarrassed. I turned to foxy and offered my hand.

"Amarezza Aldright." I said as we vigour sly shook hands.

"Ron Weasley. Pleasure to meet you." Ahhh another who has had vicious years of beatings about manners. No child will ever say that for any other reason. Plus he definitely wouldn't as he's a red head. Myth or not I reckon their feistier, if merely because they look like they're constantly on fire.

The boys dragged in their trunks and dumped them on the floor next to mine. Unfortunately, with three trunks and another cage, there was no more spare room. We all looked warily at each other. Not only were we squashed into a very small corner, it was clear this was a task we had all wanted to avoid.

"Which first?" Harry questioned.

Ron answered by grabbing the nearest. I took the other corner and Harry took the bottom at the middle. We looked at each other, nodded, then began to heave the trunks onto the rack.

After several minutes of curious grunts, occasional cursing and many many rests two of the trunks were up. The snowy owl, belonging to Harry and called Hedwig, was next to Equilibrium, who looked positively enamoured. I doubted that he socialised much either…

Exhausted and distracted by a food trolley we ignored my trunk on the floor and began talking about wizard cards, sortings, magic, families pets and Quidditch, a lot of that actually. I love Quidditch, but the rules are boring, trust me. There were a few distractions by random people. I caught something about a toad and a girl came and tried to be all nice, but she's bossy. I can tell these things, got a nose for it.

The real popcorn moment came when a boy obviously looking for trouble entered, blinding us with his hair. But he saw me and paled…I never knew there was a colour lighter then white.

"They actually let you come? My God…" He trailed off his shock still evident. After gibbering for a few minutes, I figured this was a pretty weak come back. But what do I know? My response was a few mumbled sounds and a quick dash down the train. I ran to the bathrooms and locked myself in. Breathing…calming. Heartbeat….slowing. Dumbarse who knows me but not vice versa…dead, hopefully.

After a few minutes I figured it would become even more obvious I was hiding. So I unlocked the door and strode down the corridor. Thoughts preoccupied by my secret being spilled and the boys gone I forgot I was on a train. Where people can appear unexpectedly. So when a compartment door opened unexpectedly I forgot to halt walking.

Result: me on the floor.

Frustrated I screamed something along the lines of MPPHHGGGGGNNNN. But in my head it came out as "TWO BLOODY SECONDS!"

Even worse, I attempted to get up but the door reopened and someone walked out again.

Result: me on the floor with a large bruise on my elbow. And a foot on my hand. I looked at the latter injury.

"Ouch.." A small whimper escaped my mouth.

"Ever so sorry. Do let me help." A hand was hastily hoisting me up from the owner of the said foot. I briefly caught a flash of red hair.

"Thanks Ron-" Then I had to do a double take. Two identical twins were positioned in front of my eyes. Surely I didn't hit my head that hard.

"Closeish though, same family I suppose…But we don't like to mention that. I'm Fred and this handsome devil is George. The Ron you speak of is currently walking over here though…" He was grinning manically, his identical twin looking…identical. Now I'm happy. Twins who smile like maniacs with red-hair must be fun. However at that moment Ron exploded. It appears the twins were responsible for giving Ron's rat wings, explaining the creature clutched in his hand. It was ferociously trying to escape and ron slowly squeezed its eyes out of its head. I couldn't help but roar with laughter.

I like these people. Might keep them…