I do not own Harry Potter. I do own Arianna, Skylar, and Roy.

Recap: "Hey Sky! Did you forget to put on your make-up this morning? 'Cause you look even scarier then usual!" Roy cut in. "Roy," I said as calmly as I could. "Do you WANT me to wring your neck?" Then I took out my purse and started putting my make-up on. The ride to the station was really boring.

I fell asleep after about thirty minutes of Ms. Thompson's lecture on how girls my age didn't need make-up, blah, blah, blah. I woke up when we were ten minutes away from the station. I stashed my make-up bag into my black messenger bag, along with my wand-activated cd player, my cd case, a sketch book, my diary, a box of twelve colored prisma-color colored pencils, a small wallet, and my cell phone. "Sky, do you need all that junk on the train?"

"Dur, Ari, it's not like I have anybody to talk to! This is a new school and it's not like I can talk to anybody from the foster home, considering I'm the only sixteen-year-old!"

"Okay, don't get you panty-hose in a knot!"

I climbed gracefully out of the car, well…I was more graceful then my sister, who tripped over the edge of the car, flat on her face, right in front of Roy. I shook with silent laughter. She pushed me after she got up. I walked to the back of the car and yanked my trunk out of the car. I put it on a trolley and lifted my black cat, Ginger, out of Ari's lap and put her on top of my trunk. She curled up in a little black ball and didn't wake until I grabbed her off so that I could give my stuff to the guy who was putting all the trunks on to the train. I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed to the train. I walked down the hallway, trying to find a room that wasn't full. I knocked on one, and a high pitched, cheery voice said, "Come in!" I opened the door slowly, and saw three people. The girl who had answered my knock had bushy, brown hair and was wearing jeans and a striped sweater. One of the boys had flaming red hair and a smug expression. The last guy had messy black hair and green eyes. I noticed a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. I made a mental note to ask how it got there. "Um…can I sit with you all? Everywhere else is packed full." The girl smiled and said, "Of course! I'm Hermione Granger. What's your name?" I smiled back at her and replied, "My name's Skylar, but you can call me Sky. And my cat's name is Ginger, in case you were wondering." The redhead stuck out his hand. "I'm Ron. Ron Weasly." I shook his hand. "Sky." Then the last guy told me his name. "My name is Harry Potter." I smiled at him. "I'm Sky." I went over to sit next to Harry, because it was the only seat left. Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron for a second, and then asked me, "Um…Sky? Where are you from? Is this your first year here?"

"Yeah, I used to go to be home schooled at the foster home in Oklahoma. I hope you don't mind me asking, Harry, but where did you get your scar?"

Ron and Hermione looked at me in amazement. I shrugged my shoulders. "When" he got cut off by a greasy-blonde hair guy opening the door like he owned the place. "Hello! Don't you knock?" I said impatiently. "No," he replied imitating my southern accent. I glared at him, trying to decide whether to curse this guy, or slap him as hard as humanly possible. "Who are you anyway?" I demanded. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." he said with a smirk. Draco was now in the compartment, his wand drawn and moving towards Harry. I was thankful when my sister poked her head in. She looked around and brightened when she saw Draco. "Draco! There you are! What's…" She trailed off when she saw me. "Um…Draco! Let's go!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him out. "Oh. My. God. My sister is, like, in love with Draco Malfoy. Oh dear." I whispered to myself. "Er…was that your sister?" Hermione asked. "Yeah…my out-of-her-mind sister." I said. I was still in shock. "Oh." Hermione said, a bit breathless. "She. Is. Out. Of. Her. Mind." Ron said. I glared at him. "Okay! Okay! Sorry!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. Harry gave me a half-smile. I smiled back at him. I pulled out my cd player. "Is it okay with you guys if I listen to music? I don't have any headphones though…" I asked them. Hermione gave me a toothy grin.

"What artists do you like?"

"SHeDAISY, Michelle Branch, Aly & Aj, Martina McBride, Carrie Underwood, Kelly Clarkson, Rascal Flatts, Jo Dee Messina, Sara Evans, Stacie Orrico…" I rambled, naming a few of my favorite artists.

"Very…odd tastes. Country, pop, Christian, rock…and I'm sure you have even more?"

I nodded. "So you don't mind?"

"Nope."

"Cool."

I tapped my cd player with my wand and it turned on. I tugged my cd case out of my bag and flipped to my mixed cd I made that morning. I put it in, and it started playing.

I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away

I didn't know that it was so cold
And you needed someone to show you the way
So I took your hand and we figured out
That when the tide comes I'd take you away

If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares

I'm sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go when you're gone

If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares

All you wanted was somebody who cares
If you need me you know I'll be there
Oh, yeah

If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares

Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go when you're gone.

I started singing along softly. Hermione looked at me and nodded, so I started to sing louder. By the end of the song, Ron and Harry were tapping their feet and looking a tad impressed. The song ended and I smiled contently. The trio burst into applause. I shrugged as the trolley lady came in and asked us if we wanted anything. I shook my head sadly. "I got a bit of pocket money from Ms. Thompson to get anything I might need, and if I write to her for more dosh, she'll have me pay it back in chores," I said, scrunching up my nose on that last word. The trio laughed. Harry bought a lot of food and Ron just reached over and took it from him. "Ron!" Hermione and I said at the same time. Ron shrugged and unwrapped a chocolate frog. Harry was in the middle of unwrapping his chocolate frog, but he had stopped and was staring into space. Now, I've definitely seen that look on many kids' faces. It was the look that most kids had after they've had a loved one die. I had those random moments back when I wasn't in my teens. This death must have been recent. Ron and Hermione were lost in conversation, not noticing Harry's staring. I gently took the chocolate frog from him and unwrapped it. That took him back down. I handed it back to him, giving him a concerned look. "I hope you don't mind me asking," I started. "But did someone you know just die?" He got a sort-of depressed look on his face again. "Yeah, my god-father died when we were fighting Voldemort. My parents got killed by him too." I felt tears sting my eyes. I knew this feeling. It wasn't pity; at least I think it wasn't. I felt it every time some poor kid told me that Voldemort had killed their parents. It was indescribable, sort of a cross between anger, confusion…and I don't really know how to describe the rest. "Quite a few kids were in the foster home because of him. A three-year-old boy came in right before we left, trying not to cry, because of Voldemort. He was so helpless and confused, kept on asking were his parents were." I told him, my voice cracking quite a few times. He looked at me curiously. Oh great, I knew what was coming next. "How did your parents die?"

"You really wanna know?

"Yeah."

"Okay then… My parents had marriage problems, my dad was an alcoholic. He'd always get mad at my mum, start abusing her and the like. So, one day my dad went out, and he never came back. About two months later, we were informed that my dad had died driving drunk. My mum had depression problems and two years later, she committed suicide. I was eight and Ari was six. Okay?" I said as if I were reading this off a note card, I had said it so many times. Hermione and Ron had stopped their conversation to listen to me, and Hermione's eyes were shining as if she were going to cry. I admit, even after years of telling people about my parents, I was scared that Harry, Hermione, and Ron weren't going to want to be my friend anymore, as many others had done. Hermione bounded over and put her arms around me. Well, that was unexpected. She broke away and said, "That's so sad! I can't believe that could actually happen to someone!" There was a single tear on her cheek. Just then, Ari poked her head in. "Hey, Sky, we're almost there, get your robes on. Ugh. Can you believe this "Professor Mc-whatsit" is making us be sorted with the 1st years?" Then she handed me my robes and left. I stood up, motioning for Hermione to come with me. We walked toward the girl lavatories. We got changed and then walked back. As we were walking back, I asked Hermione, "Are you and Ron going out?" She blushed. "No way!" I grinned at her. "He so-o-o-o-o likes you!" She giggled and opened the compartment door. A small gasp escaped me. Standing there, in our compartment was…

Author's note: Ahahahaha! Cliffy! Please review! I love reviews! All you have to do is click that little purple button and type a little! Oh, and I don't own that song, All You Wanted. It's by Michelle Branch. I LOVE that song. Yeah…1,874 words! Yippee!

Katie