Night came sooner than later. Lindy had slept, read, watched T.V., got on her computer, and drew pictures using her gel pens waiting for her journey to begin.

The clock chimed nine and sang it's eyrie song. Lindy so dreaded the song, especially at night, when she would wake up and her it chime midnight. It really petrified her.

'Now I'm forgetting something, but what is it?' She thought for a second, then remembered. The next minute she was walking was coming out of the kitchen, clutching her mother's wand in her right hand.

Lindy looked around at her three small trunks and her owl's cage. Skyler, her owl, was a small snowy white owl with warm amber eyes like her father's old dead owl, Hedwig. She (Hedwig) died before Lindy was born, but she new what it looked like from pictures in her dad's scrapbook. Skyler is almost an identical copy of her, except Skyler's a he instead of a she.

Lindy gradually picked up each item, careful not to let them slip, and went outside. She set them down once outside, and held up the wand, and waited.

Nothing came.

She tried, yet again.

Nothing came then, either.

Lindy looked up and down the street, hoping for a sign of a bus, but all she saw was a stiff cat, edging down the street in a sneaky way. The cat, from what she could make out, had fair black fur and steely grey eyes, giving Lindy a cold feeling. Suddenly, piercing pain came over her and she was down on her knees, clutching her scar with both hands. Then, as quickly the pain had came, it went away, and the cat was gone.

Lindy was shocked, but quickly remembered the task at hand. She swiftly raised her wand again for the third time, and head lights shone through the night sky.

It was the Knight Bus.

The bus came to a halt almost on top of her, but luckily it a few inches off. The door was opened by a pretty woman with blonde hair and bright green eyes, a fair body size, and had on a tan top and pants with a violet robe over top.

"Hello mate!" she said in a Australian accent. "You must be Lindy. My you've grown! When I last saw you, you were knee high, You probably don't remember me-"

"Oh yeah! Now I remember you," Lindy cut in, hitting her hand on her forehead. "Hi Cassie!"

"I knew it would come to you. Now how about getting that luggage up here, so we can get a move on?"

"Oh!" Lindy thought aloud. She wanted to continue talking with Cassie that she forgot about her luggage.

The two girls heaved the trunks and cage onto the bus and close to a bed that was halfway from the front to the back, which was pretty far.

The bed was ordinary enough. It had white sheets and a purple comforter on top. It looked homey to her with the little table next to it, too.

"Sorry, but your going to have to stay next to this creepy old man- don't tell him I called him that- but I did manage to get you next to a girl close to your age. She's going to the Leaky Cauldron too. Well, I gotta go, enjoy!"

Cassie put down the cage on the bed and went back to the front.

The bus started again and she was on her way. She looked over to the bed were the girl was supposedly staying. It was a mess. Clothes, pop bottles, and other junk were lying all over her bed from top to bottom!

Lindy looked away, too embarrassed to look back. Instead, she rummaged through one of her trunks for her pink top and pants nightclothes, and her toothbrush and toothpaste. Then she looked around for a bathroom or somewhere to change and clean herself a bit, but there wasn't anywhere that looked like it lead to a restroom. She would've asked the girl or the creepy old man, but apparently they had gone off somewhere.

She was about to go up to the front and ask Cassie when the girl returned to her bed. From what Lindy could see out of the corner of her eye, she had light auburn hair, vivid brown eyes, and blonde streaks which definitely weren't natural. She quickly looked away completely after noticing she was grabbing a book, obviously going to lay down on her bed and read. Which is exactly what she did, but, despite of her awkwardness, Lindy plucked up enough courage and said in a whisper, "Excuse me."

The girl must of not heard her because she didn't reply. So Lindy said it a little louder. The girl flipped to the next page in her book, and kept on reading.

Finally, Lindy got so frustrated that she yelled, "EXCUSE ME!"

Every face on the bus turned to Lindy, except the girl's. She blushed a deep violet red and sat down on her bed, wishing she wasn't there. But then, she wasn't.

She felt something wet underneath her bottom. It was so hard to see, but she thought that she might be sitting on grass. 'One things for sure,' Lindy thought was obvious, 'I'm not on the night bus anymore.'

Since she wasn't, she decided to got up and look around. From what she could tell, she was in some sort of village, and up ahead was a abandon old house that had only one window which light was reflected off of. Because curiosity got the better of her, she headed up toward the house.

Lindy noticed a unkempt garden next to the house as she came closer. 'They must have been rich people to have lived here,' she observed how big the house was. A mile wide, at the very least. She walked till she finally reached the door, but it was locked.

'Just this once.........No!' she argued with her mind about unlocking it with magic or not. In the end she pointed her finger at the door instead of her mom's wand and whispered, "Alohormora!" and the door magically opened.

See, a power she got from her scar (or at least that's what she thought) was the ability to cast spells using her finger instead of her wand. Also she could talk to animals, but she doesn't do that till later in our story.

Quietly, she walked in. Lindy could tell she was in some kind of hallway, even though it was pitch black. She felt her way down the hall and carefully went up the stairs at the end of the hall on tip-toe.

The closer she got to the room, the more and more her scar ached. Yet, she continued to walk, ignoring the pain.

She decided to look through the crack in the doorway. Inside, she saw a man and a chair near a fire. The man was begging another man, or so, that's what it looked like to Lindy.

"I have to , Terrence," said a steely voice that seemed to be coming from the chair. The voice made the hairs on her back stand on end. "Now that those two little brats are going to Hogwarts, it would be the perfect opportunity to try and kill them. Where they're close and we have inside help. We need our revenge and this is the way to achieve it! For our Dark Lord's sake!"

Lindy was now scared, more than ever. These two guys were definitely up to no good. However, before she could listen for more information something slithered by and stopped at the sight of her. Without even racking her brain for an idea, she looked at the figure and hissed, "Don't tell them I was here."

The figure understood the hissing emitting out of her mouth, for it must have been what she thought it was. A snake.

It was huge one with enormous yellow eyes, also two big fangs. Whether or not the snake went into the room, she didn't stick around to find out. For she tip-toed back out of the house, and quietly closed the door.

Once outside, she walked back down to the village, shivering because it was cold. 'Great time to not have my coat,' she thought bitterly to herself.

Finally she reached the village. She looked around and noticed how quaint, but abandoned it was. The village kind of reminded her of those ghost towns she saw in films she used to watch. She wanted to laugh at this, but she thought it best to keep quiet.

Lindy looked around for the spot she landed on, but she couldn't remember what it looked like because it was too dark to see, and still was, too. So, she decided to do what was an ridiculous idea. She jumped up and down.

Some how this worked, because she had jumped all the way over to a building when she landed on something soft. It was her bed.

"Huh?" Lindy asked herself aloud, stupidly.

"What?!" exclaimed the auburn headed girl, who was obviously looking for her underneath the bed. "Where did you go and-and how did you get there?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure myself."

"That's odd," said the girl, still in shock.

"Tell me about it," Lindy replied, getting off the bed.

"Hey, what's this?" asked the girl, pointing to a key that was on the bed.

The key was small and bore the initials T.M.R. It looked a little worn out, and chipped in a few places, so it must have been at least 50 years old. However, looks can be deceiving.

"Who do you think it belongs to?" asked the girl, looking at it like it was a bomb about to explode.

"I don't know," replied Lindy, trying to rack her brain. 'Something about that key reminds me of something, but what is it?'

"Well," said the girl, interrupting her thoughts, "is it your's?"

"Mmm?......Oh, no. See, mine would have H.P. on it for my dad's name, Harry Potter. My mom says I'm too young to have my own so-"

"Your Harry Potter's daughter," said the girl in disbelief, interrupting her again.

"Yeah, so?"

Then it hit her. 'I should of noticed it before. The hint of red hair in the auburn and the light freckles.' Lindy concluded the girl was a Weasely.

"So you're a Weasely."

"Yep."

"Which one's your parent?"

"Ron."

"How come he's never mentioned it to me before?"

"Because," said the Weasely girl with a devilish grin, "my dad's a ding-bat."

"Fair enough," said Lindy, also smiling.

"Hey, not that it's any of my business, but how come your using a British accent when you're a American?"

"Because," Lindy began, trying to find the right words to explain this, "I don't want them questioning me about my American accent."

"Oh," said the girl, like she understood.

The Weasely girl flopped back on her bed and began reading her book again. There was silence between the two for what seemed like forever, till finally, Lindy spoke up, saying, "I wonder who it belongs to. Do you think it belongs to somebody on the bus?"

"I don't know. Say," the girl began, looking more relaxed about the situation, "do you think I think I could have a look at it?"

"Sure," said Lindy, starring back at the key. She wasn't sure about whether to pick it up or not. But then, thinking about how ridiculous that was, Lindy picked up the key.

As soon as she touched it, she was magically transported back to the village she was at before.

"So that's how I got here," she said aloud to herself. "Now let's get back to the bus."

Looking around in the grass, she quickly found the key she had dropped. Without a moment of hesitation this time, she grabbed it and was suddenly transported back to her bed again. The Weasely girl almost seemed to have a heart attack at the sight of her.

"Cool," she said in amazement.

Lindy was working on a reply, but a voice from behind made her jump.

"Excuse me," said the voice in casual high tone.

"Yes," said Lindy, turning around to see who the voice belonged to, and was surprised who it was. Since it was high pitched, she thought for sure it would be a women, but it was a man. He was short and skinny, with grey hair and a bald spot. The man also had circles around his dull eyes.

"Excuse me, but that's my key," he said calmly.

"Oh, sorry," said Lindy, handing him the key which apparently didn't work anymore because she touched it and wasn't teleported.

The man nodded his head, which Lindy guessed meant thanks, and left.

"Now, you were wanting to asking me about something earlier?" said the Weasley girl, making Lindy look away from the man.

"Oh, nothing."

True, Lindy was still wondering where the bathroom was, but she didn't feel like leaving the girl to go change. She wanted to stay and talk.

One things for sure. This looked like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

After an hour of talking, the girl introduced herself to Lindy as Lonni Weasely. Lindy, on the other hand, didn't need to introduce herself because Lonni already knew who she was.

"Your father, unlike mine, spoke of you once."

"Oh," said Lindy in reply.

The girls kept talking for what seemed like hours when Lindy decided she better change.

"Where are the bathrooms?" Lindy asked.

"Oh, over there," said Lonni, pointing at a sign that was worn out, and paint was peeling off the word "Restroom."

'Man, I should have seen that,' Lindy thought to herself, grabbing her clothes and her toothbrush and paste. She stood up and crossed the aisle to the restroom. However, as she crossed, the bus suddenly stopped, making her fly through the air to the front of the bus. Cassie smacked her face against the windshield. Also, unluckily for Lindy, something also flew and landed on top of her.

"Lindy, Lindy! Where are you?" asked Lonni, who was apparently the thing on top of her.

"Underneath you," Lindy managed to say. Lonni suddenly sprang up at the sound of the voice.

"I'm sorry," Lonni apologized, helping Lindy to her feet.

"It's alright, it wasn't your fault," said Lindy, gasping for air. When both girls were fine, they looked over at Cassie, who seemed to be alright.

"What was that?" They asked in unison.

"An owl, I think," she said, trying to figure out what the squashed faced figure on the windshield was.

"Lily!" Lindy gasped, recognizing her sky blue eyes. "What on earth are you doing here?"

The owl managed a screech to reply, which Lindy knew meant "HELP!" Like I was saying earlier, she could talk to animals.

"I'm coming!" Lindy hollered, running out the bus door, with Lonni and Cassie close behind. "Hey Cassie, do you think you could get her down with a spell? You know, since I can't?"

"Certainly! Let's see......Ah, yes! Wingardium Leviosa!" Cassie yelled, pointing her wand at the owl. Instantly, the owl hovered off, then gentle down to Lindy's hands.

"Thank you," said Lindy graciously to Cassie. See, Lindy couldn't have done it because she is considered an "underage wizard," so Cassie had to.

They boarded the bus again, only stopping at the steps for Lindy to grab her things. The girls quickly scrambled to their bed's, while Cassie started the Knight Bus again.

"Well, I guess I might as well wait and take a bath at the Leaky Cauldron," Lindy said in a tiresome voice.

"Sorry," Lonni said apologetically to her.

"No, that's alright. It's just, well, you know.........So many interruptions," she said, while untying the letter from Lily's leg. "And Lily, you might as well wait, too."

Lindy went over to one of her trunks and dug till she found a bag filled with toast crumbs. She opened it and grabbed a handful, offering it to the owl, who graciously accepted.

"Here," said Lonni, handing her a small bowl filled with water.

"Thanks."

After Lily was fed and patted, she flew to a rail overtop the girls heads. And she stayed there, sleeping.

Lonni grabbed a walkman out of one of her bags and knocked all of the junk on the floor. She then laid down and propped open her book, reading it while listening to the music. Lindy put the letter away, deciding to read it tomorrow, and went to the bathroom, to change and brush her teeth. When she came back to her bed, she took her ponytail down, and placed the holder next to her bed on the table, along with her glasses. Then, she too took out her walkman and listened to music and read. When she reached the fourth chapter, she started getting sleepier and sleepier till she dozed off...................