(A/N: About when the decendants of the founders of Hogwarts go to their school)
Though they'd argued for hours, Mrs. Weasley finally got Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry to stay at school until they graduated.
"Now, remember to write!" Mrs. Weasley called to them on the day of their departure, watching the train leave, her voice hoarse from screaming at them.
While finding a compartment, Harry, arm in arm with Ginny (ignoring glares from Ron), couldn't help noticing a rather odd group of kids – two boys and two girls, chattering quickly and excitingly, disregarding the odd glances they were getting.
One had amber eyes and wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair, and an odd-looking crown – if you'd call it that, it went under her hair – it bent down slightly in the middle of her forehead, making a very sharp-looking point with an amber jewel in the center right above the point. She wore orange pants under a yellow tunic (short sleeved, of course), and orange buckle shoes, and many gold bangles. None of their cloaks had sleeves, so they flowed behind them.
The other girl wore very similar things, but she had everything blue or sky – colored – her hair was probably what attracted most of the attention, being a navy blue, slightly curly, and about waist low. Her eyes were of the brightest blue you would ever see. The sapphire on her head glowed in the dim light, illuminating the first boy's severe face.
If not for the blue-haired girl, he would probably have been the most peculiar of the bunch. His hair was the most sinister sea-monster green (nearly shoulder-length and straight), and his cold, hard, light-green eyes made you shiver like a breeze of autumn wind. He, too, wore the same, emerald glinting above his eyes, but he wore all dark, forest green, and an even darker sea-green that was the same as his hair, almost black, leaving the bangles off his wrist.
Harry thought he'd seen the last boy, but he was quite sure he had not. He had light brown hair, pulled back into a stubby ponytail, going to his shoulders, but Harry couldn't se it; it wasn't seen unless he bent down or you went behind the boy. He wore gold and red, and a ruby shimmered over his eyelids, making his chestnut brown eyes lighter in color.
By this time, Ginny had noticed them as well – she was listening intently to their conversation, as were many people. They were whispering, so they had to strain their ears, but were able to catch long bits of it.
"Mum says that I must wear this for tradition of my ancestry," The blonde muttered to the blue-eyed girl. "says my great-great-great-grandma wore it a thousand years ago."
"I got stuck with my great-great-great-grandma's name – Roina." Said the blue-haired girl, Roina, back.
"At least your great-great-great-grandma's name wasn't Helga, like mine." Said the amber eyed girl, Helga.
"Salazar – who in their right mind would call their child that, then have him named after the old guy? I'm actually proud of my ancestry, but I really don't see why every man in our family is called 'Salazar.'" Said the sea-green haired boy, Salazar.
The chestnut-eyed boy shrugged, then turned to Roina. " Do you three ever stop complaining about our ancestors? I mean –"
"Like you never did, Godric!" Helga snapped. "You used to always complain that you had to wear a crown!"
He glared at her, crossed his arms, and began to sulk. The noise in the corridors started up again, and Ginny and Harry got a compartment with Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom.
(A/N: Did you like? Really abrupt end, sorry -- ten o'colck... but I've still got other chapters for my other stories, so... yeah... sweat)