Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, only i took it off 2 edit and just reposted it. Please read and review, NO FLAMES! Could use all the advice i could get tho. Thanx!

Disclaimer: I get tired of doing this, so this is for the whole story: If you recognize it, it's not mine, but if you don't, it is.

Tammy Williamson surveyed her bedroom on the morning of September 1st, looking for anything that she had forgotten to pack.

She would soon be heading for the train station, where she would board the Hogwarts Express. The train would take her and her classmates to their school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they would stay there until Christmas Break.

Tammy walked over to her dresser and picked up a photograph. It was a picture of her and Leslie, her mother. Leslie was the only family she had, as her father had left Leslie during pregnancy. She didn't know much more, as Leslie didn't like to talk about her past love. She hadn't even told Tammy her father's name, but Tammy found that her lack of information about her father didn't really bother her. All the guy was to Tammy was the man who broke her mother's heart, and who had never bothered to meet his own daughter.

Tammy knew that Leslie had really loved the guy, which was proved by her change of behavior after he had dumped her. Tammy had seen plenty of pictures of her mother in her youth, and in each one, she had looked so cheerful, so alive, that it hurt to see. Her mother was now depressed, always getting drunk and causing problems, the two Williamsons did not get along in the slightest, as Tammy was a lot like her mother had been before she had broken up with Tammy's father. Tammy was smart, loving, and very much alive. She also occasionally wondering if her mother blamed her for the break up, something triggered by her mother's frequent ignorance of Tammy's existence.

Tammy stared at the picture for awhile. In it, Tammy was only two and a half years old, and her mother was playing with her. Leslie had loved her back then, Tammy was sure about that. She hadn't yet become depressed, like she was now. Admittedly, she wasn't as happy as in her youth, but she had still held a flicker of that liveliness in her eyes.

Tammy set the photo back down and grabbed her trunk, carrying it downstairs. She checked the clock; it read 10:40. She dashed into the Living Room and found her mother asleep on the couch. She shook her until she was awake and then announced, "I've got to go, the train leaves in 15 minutes. Did you get the portkey?" Most witches and wizards bought a port key to get to the train station on September 1st, though many muggle-borns drove.

"What?" Leslie asked sleepily. "Oh, yeah, it's a bracelet, over there somewhere."

Tammy quickly found it, and then said to her mother, "Ok, I've got to go now, but I washed your clothes last night, they're all in your bedroom. Um, I also went grocery shopping, there's enough food in the fridge to last you awhile. Oh, and I have some extra money from my job that I left you, please… ONLY use it in case of an emergency! Is there anything else you need?" Tammy had been taking care of her mother since she was seven, doing all the chores around the house and buying all of the groceries. She was always worried about how her mother managed on her own when she was off at school, which was why she always came home during school breaks.

"I'm fine, Tamara," Leslie said, ignoring her daughter's wince at her given name. "So if you're going to be selfish and leave me, get going."

"I have to go to school, Mother. It's not an option!" Tammy grabbed her trunk and port key, and a minute later she was standing on the platform of the Hogwarts Express.

A/N: I found it strange that in the first book Mrs. Weasley asked for the platform #, considering she, herself, used to go to Hogwarts, and has had so many children go. So i'm saying that they forgot to buy a portkey that year, and had to travel some other way, and that's why they nvr knew the platform number, they usually portkeyed straight to it.