DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its strange people. (Wish I did, though) I only own Nightbeak the owl and Ara.

Also, just to tell you, in case you've read the story "A Star and Emerald Green Eyes" by oOforeverobsessedOo, I want you to know that I am NOT copying her. I don't DO that sort of thing. They were pretty much parallel ideas. Really. They were.

But anyway, I hope you like this fanfic.

The Train Station

Ara looked around her. She was at some sort of train station. However, there was no train. It seemed like any old train station except for the people. Nightbeak was nowhere to be seen. People bustled by carrying cages with owls, books of spells, and some even carried toads. Ara tapped a passing person on the shoulder. It was a tall, gangly boy with red hair and lots of freckles. He smiled at her. "There's only one train," he grinned. "You're just in time. It should be coming soon." Ara nodded. Then she asked, "What's your name, then?" The boy smiled again. "Ron." Ara held back for a moment, shy. Then she said, "My name's Ara. Would you like to sit with me?" Ron shrugged, then checked his watch. "Oy, I'm going to be late!" he dashed off without another word.

"Hey, wait…" Ara called after him, but he did not hear her, and within a moment, he was out of sight. Ara sprinted off in the same direction, hoping that the train would be there. After a moment, she was lost. She bent over, panting for breath, and searched for Ron. A tuft of red hair bobbed nearby, and then vanished. Ara set off in that direction. She didn't see him after that, but the farther she went, the more the crowd thickened, so she decided to keep going.

However, she soon realized she had no idea where she was going at all, and Nightbeak had not thought to give her directions. She made her way over to a bench and put her head in her hands, trying not to cry. She felt so lost and alone in this strange new world…

"Er…are you alright?" A male voice asked above her. Ara wiped her eyes and looked up.

A tall young boy with dark hair, glasses, and piercing green eyes looked down at her. Ara sighed. "No."

Then she mumbled, in a shy jumble of words: "…whereisthe train…Hogwarts?" Harry frowned. "What?"

Ara mumbled again, this time more clearly, "Where is the train to Hogwarts?"

Harry paused a moment, making sure he had heard correctly. "Should be here right now," he muttered. "It's LATE." Just then, a train pulled into the station with a large gold "Hogwarts" painted on the side. Ara pointed at it. "I think that's it." She said. Harry turned around. Then he smiled sheepishly and collected his objects. "Well, I have to run," he said, and jogged off towards the train. Ara blinked a few times before she got up and followed Harry onto the train.

Well, that's the end of the second chapter. Sorry it's so horribly short…

Hope ya like it. No flames, please. Same stuff as the first chapter.