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Disclaimer: I thank J.K. Rowling for her Harry Potter series, these characters are hers, except for a few.

Chapter two

James Potter? Oh duh! Tall, jet black hair, green eyes, Chudley Cannons T-shirt…how could I have missed that! "Wow are you really?" I asked wide eyed. "It's such a honor and pleasure to meet you!" I exclaimed. James however didn't look to happy about what I just said. He absolutely hated when people acted like that, I've witnessed a few occasions of him blowing up at people about it. He really did have his mother's attitude.

"I'm sorry," I said staring into my lap at my clasped hands. "That was stupid of me, you probably get that a lot don't you?" He nodded.

"It's OK. At lease you apologized unlike all the others," he said.

"I'm Eleanor Schrock," I said quickly, trying to forget about my stupidness. "But you can call me Ella."

He nodded to himself and muttered my name. "Ella…yea that's a cool name." I smiled at his response and it was then that I hoped we would be best friends forever.

The rest of the train ride we talked about everything…if I can remember correctly we even got on the subject of owl pellets. We talked about books, what house we wanted to be in--we both wanted Gryffindor. By the time the train pulled into the Hogsmeade Station, we knew practically everything about each other's families and one another.

When we stepped off the train, my eyes fell upon the castle just beyond the lake settled atop what looked like a big rock. "Wow!" I said stepping onto the platform next to James. "It's even more amazing in person!" I exclaimed. I had seen pictures in books, but never would I imagine how beautiful it would look in real life.

James nodded with a smile next to me. "Yea, that was my reaction when I first saw it." He saw the puzzled look on my face and explained that his dad came to the school a few times a year to meet with the headmistress, Professor McGonagall, and how his dad took him on occasion.

"You're so lucky you have a great dad," I said as we began to walk toward the lake where the first years where being ushered to.

James looked at me sideways, "I thought your dad sounded pretty great. A writer? That's an awesome job…I'd like to do that."

I smiled. "My dad is great! But he doesn't have the…connections your parents have. My mums and auror, but not a famous one like your mum and dad. My dads' an author…so the only connection I have is free books that I don't even have an interest in. Who wants to read books about Fungi?" I sighed as we stopped in front of the lake along with the other new students. "But you? You can go to any Quidditch game you'd like…for free! Must be great to be known by everyone."

James smile from before faded a bit, "I never said I enjoyed being 'famous'! It's all because of my parents and what they did."

We ended our conversation there as we were directed into small boats that fit only three people. We climbed into a boat and were greeted by a bit too cheerful girl. "Hey there!" she said with a huge smile upon her face. "I'm Catalina Walters. Who might you too be? Twins I presume?"

James and I exchanged glances before bursting into fits of laughter. "No, no! We're not even related. We just met," he said after he calmed down a bit. I could see how the girl thought we were twins. We both had the same jet black hair and glasses, but I had brown eyes and was shorter than he was. But it was dark, how was Catalina able to see the color difference of our eyes? "I'm James," he said introducing himself without his last name to probably avoid getting another 'it's an honor to meet you!' speech. "And this is my friend Ella."

I smiled. "It's nice to meet you Catalina. That's a pretty name."

Catalina thanked me and started a conversation about the different houses and James explained how we would be sorted into the house we belonged in. But he was interrupted as our boat jerked into motion.

That night James and I where both sorted into the Gryffindor house, Catalina however got Ravenclaw.

A party followed the Welcome Feast when the first years were brought in by the prefects. But James and I excluded ourselves and decided to sit in the corner of the room and continue our talk from the train.

Sometime after ten the Head Girl, who happened to be a Gryffindor, announced that it was late and that everyone should go to bed before Professor McGonagall came, or else we'd all be in detention for a week. Most students agreed and headed off to their assigned dormitories. James and I said good-bye and I followed the older girls up the stairs and to the dormitories.

I shared a room with four other girls; Candace Pacey, Alana Thompson, Juliana Wood, and Trinity Goldiair. They all became friends instantly, but I however was left out of their friendship circle. The only time they talked to me about something other than "hello" or "good-bye" was a few days into school.

Candace, or Candy as the other girls called her, sat down on her bed and faced me. She was a heavy blonde at the time. She had the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen, and she always wore her silky hair pulled back into a braid. When she sat down across from me, she caught my attention. "Who was that boy you have been hanging out with?" she asked.

"He's just a friend I met on the train," I responded.

"Just a friend?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Oh, no reason." Candace bounced off the bed and ran to the other girls before giggling something into Trinity's ear...

I thought it was ridiculous that Candace already was interested in boys at the age of ten. But I soon found out that the Head Girl was her sister, which explained a lot. It seemed that girl had a new boy wrapped around her finger every couple days...what a lovely influence for us.

The next few years at Hogwarts where normal, there were classes, then there were teachers whom some were hated but others were loved. But that stuff wasn't important. Nothing was till the summer after fourth year.

My parents had agreed to allow me to spend the first week of the summer vacation at the Potter's for James's fifteenth birthday before we left for Canada for my cousin's wedding..

James and I stepped off of the Hogwarts express and onto Platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross Station pulling our luggage and owls behind us when I heard someone call out James' name...

"James!" A woman with brilliant red hair called as she hurried through the crowd toward us. When Mrs. Potter reached us she pulled her son into a hug. "Your father and I have missed you so much."

"Hello mum." James hugged her back then pulled away. "Mum, this is Ella," he introduced.

Mrs. Potter smiled, "I've heard so much about you Ella, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!"

"Good things I hope," I joked, eyeing James to my left.

"Of course dear!" Mrs. Potter leaned in and lowered her voice, "From what I've heard, I don't think James would have survived Hogwarts without you." I laughed.

James blushed. "Mum!" he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. "Can we please just go home?"

"Of course dear," she replied. James and I picked up our trunks once more and rolled them out of Kings Cross where we loaded the Knight Bus. A few stops later, we were dropped us off at the end of Grimwald Place, the street the Potters lived on.

Once inside the house—or rather mansion--at number twelve, I was given the grand tour by James. Our last stop was Mr. Potter's office down the hall from the kitchen.

James knocked at the door, "Dad? May I come in? I'd like to introduce someone to you." James looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

A muffled voice came from within, "Come in son." James pushed the door open and revealed a large office. Inside Mr. Potter sat at his desk; he too had a visitor who sat across from him. "Ah, James, you know Oliver Wood."

Oliver Wood stood up to shake James's hand. "It's nice to see you again James. You're father was just telling me that you're one excellent Chaser. Is this true?" asked Oliver.

James smiled, "So they say."

Oliver Wood nodded, "Trying out for Quidditch this coming year then? Maybe with you, Gryffindor can win the house cup again, don't think they've won it since I was captain." Oliver puffed his chest out.

James nodded.

"Juliana will be trying out as well as Keeper, she's in your year also," Oliver continued. I shuddered at the name. Juliana was in my dorm, nasty little girl. You would think someone like Oliver would have a sweet child. "Well James, if you are ever interested in joining the Magpies after Hogwarts, I'll have a spot ready for you the second you're out of there."

By now Mr, Potter had accompanied us on the other side of his desk. "No need for that Oliver," he said. "But thanks for the offer; we'll keep it in mind."

"Right, well I'm afraid I have to fly. It was nice to see you again Harry." The two older men shook hands. "See you on the twenty-third then?"

"Yes, yes of course. Good-bye Oliver. Ginny's in the Kitchen, she'll see you off," Mr. Potter added. When Oliver left Mr. Potter turned toward me, "You must be Ella." Mr. Potter shook my hand. "James has told me a lot about you…"

James put his hand to his forehead. "Not this again," he muttered.

Mr. Potter, "Right. Well you kids have fun, I'm afraid I have a bit more work to do before dinner. Make yourself at home Ella. See you two at dinner."

"Thank you Mr. Potter, it was a pleasure to meet you."

Dinner was mostly talk about me, James, and school. Mrs. Potter reminded us that it was never too soon to start studying for O.W.L.s, "They're just around the corner."

"Ginny, you need to stop hanging around Hermione. You're starting to sound like her."

"Harry, I'm only reminding them..."

After dinner, James and I played with his five year old sister Charlie Rose. Charlie was an extremely cute little girl with red hair like her mother, but had her father's green eyes. She continually rambled on about her Uncle Charlie and the stuffed dragon, Hairy, he gave her on his last visit and how she was named after him. However, James told me that she wasn't. He said his mum had read a story about a little girl named Charlie. Mrs. Potter thought it would be a cute name for her red-headed daughter.

A few hours later we were sent to bed, tomorrow would be a big day for me. The Potters were going to a Family reunion at Grandma and Grandpa Weasley's house.

A/N: Some of the names for Ella's dorm mates were inspired from the RPG site I am a member of. Don't forget to visit the MJ live journal community (link in my profile).
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