Lindsey Anderson sat on the train to Hogwarts, fiddling idly with her wand. Her dark brown hair was pulled in a tight braid and her gray eyes were expressionless. Lindsey was just coming to terms with one fact: She had no friends. Sure, she was in her sixth year already. She was a Ravenclaw prefect and was very serious about school. Her only 'friends' were people who claimed to be her friends, then after the project, or essay, or test was over, they'd continue to ignore her. Without so much as a 'thank you'.

The idiots that she had to sit with were talking about some other legend. God, when will they ever grow up? She thought, and began to listen in on the conversation, for lack of anything better to do.

"...He defied Voldemort nine times before he killed him!"

"Nah, I heard he defied him twenty-six times," Came another voice.

"You're both wrong," came a third, weaker voice. "I heard, he killed him twice!"

"Shut up, you numbskull, you can only die once."

"Well, anyway, Harry Potter was in Slytherin," The boy who had just been rude to his younger friend said proudly.

"Yeah, right," A girls voice, Lindsey glanced up to see someone from her own house, she had platinum blond hair and pale blue eyes, and a very serious expression almost constantly on her face. "like someone as famous as him would ever have been in Slytherin, he needed brains, he was obviously in Ravenclaw."

Another younger boy walked up, Lindsey vaguely recognized him as a third year Gryffindor. "I hear Harry Potter was in Gryffindor," He said, looking smug.

A plump girl who had been looking quietly out of the window, stated "He was a Hufflepuff," before returning her gaze the the plains that rushed by outside of the train.

Everyone secretly doubted that anyone famous or powerful could ever come from Hufflepuff, but they all acted as if the girl had merely breathed, rather than made a statement, and rambled on.

After a few more minutes of arguing, Lindsey finally had it, these people had no idea how dumb they sounded. Talking about myths and legends as if they really existed. She got up and said, "Will you immature gits just shut up already?! You wanna know what house Harry Potter was in? I'll tell ya! HARRY POTTER NEVER EXSISTED. HE IS A MYTH AND LEGEND. HE IS A FIGMENT OF YOUR IMAGINATION. HE NEVER WENT TO HOGWARTS, FOR HE DID NOT EXSIST!" She yelled, before stomping out of the compartment. All of the people previously arguing just stared, shocked, at her retreating form.

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Okay, this isn't my main story, it's just something to write when I'm thinking too much about the other stories, to clear my mind. Please review, I won't continue at all if I don't get any reviews (What's the point?), If I continue, everything will be explained in the next chapter, I am aware that this is a very vague opening. One thing to get straight now, though. Time Period: 1500 years after Harry's death (insert evil laugh)

Sirius: Does that mean I'm dead? No fair! How about I return to life and ...er... reak havoc upon the world!! yeah, and--

Me: No.

Sirius: No, but you see I--

Me: No.....

Sirius: Than can I at least do the chicken dance?

Me: er... You do that *runs away*

Remus: *walks in to see Sirius doing the chicken dance, shakes head, and calmly walks out*

James: hello! uh... Sirius?

Ginny: Your dead! You can't be here!

James: why? pleeeeeeeeease?

Hermione: You, in this story, are dead, too, so you can't be here either.

Ginny: So are you.

Hermione: Oh, yes *Leaves...stops right before door* Sirius?

Background: "I don't wanna be a chicken, I don't wanna be a duck, so kiss my butt *clap clap clap clap*

Hermione: Sirius?

"I don't wanna be a chicken, I don't wanna be a duck, so kiss my butt *clap clap clap clap*

Hermione: SIRIUS!

Sirius: Hello.

Hermione: We're all dead, so we have to go.

Sirius: Do we have to?

Ginny and Hermione: YES!

**everyone leaves**

**Lindsey walks up**

**Harry walks up**

Lindsey: HEY! You don't exist!!!!!

Harry: *pinches himself* really? I don't? ok then. *Walks away*

**************Wrenches little sister off of the computer**************** That was all her doing (The last part *Reads* I wrote the story, though. I promised my little sister that she could write something, and now she did. *Locks sister out of room*

ok, please review!