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Chapter 1 Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter could not believe his luck. He was going to a boarding school – away from the Dursleys'! The Dursleys, Petunia, Vernon and their son Dudley, were his horrid relatives that he lived with. Harry looked at his train ticket again. Platform 9 and 3/4. Looking around, he saw Platform 9, and Platform 10, but where was this 9 and 3/4? He looked between the platforms and blinked.

Sitting there was a scarlet steam engine with the words "Hogwarts Express" etched into the side. Harry's eyes widened and glanced quickly around him, hoping it was only his imagination and that the Wizarding train wasn't just randomly in the middle of the platforms. No one seemed to notice it. Harry hesitantly went to investigate. He was met with no resistance, but he heard a scream behind him.

Harry turned around, startled. Why had this woman screamed? There was nothing there besides another platform… Behind him, a woman had wide eyes and was pointing at him, gaping. Harry looked back toward the platform, and closely inspected it. There was a slight shimmering of the air where he had walked through earlier.

Harry looked at the woman again. She was still pointing at him with a fearful look.

"Witch! Witch I say! What are you all standing around for! A witch is just right there!" She shrieked. Harry's eyebrows threatened to disappear beneath his hairline and looked at the crowd that had formed around them. A nearby officer had heard the commotion and had come over to the woman.

"Now Miss…"

"Are you nuts! There's a witch standing there and you're asking me my name! Absurd! Arrest that witch, officer!" The hysterical woman had suddenly taken on a commanding tone. The officer glanced at Harry uncertainly, who shrugged his shoulders in confusion. Nodding to himself, the officer gently took the woman's hands.

"Now, Miss, there are no witches around here. This is the 20th century, no witches around here…" The officer kept saying that in a soothing tone, trying to lead her away. The woman would have none of it.

"You think I'm crazy! No matter! I will get the witch myself! Prepare to die, witch!" She suddenly took a sword from off of her belt. Harry stood there like a deer caught in headlights. She lunged at him and he fled.

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Ten minutes later, Harry peeked out of the men's toilets and glanced around fearfully. Seeing no sword-wielding maniac, he stepped out in relief. He found his belongings again quite easily as no one had touched the cart. He the boarded the train with no other mishaps, but silently vowing to himself that he would figure out what the shimmering air was and if time travel was plausible. After all, the witch-burning days were back in the 18th century.

Harry sat in his compartment, barely able to contain his excitement (momentarily forgetting his shock at the woman). He was a wizard! Apparently, it hadn't quite sunk into him yet. The glass door opened, and a red haired girl popped her head in the door. She smiled apologetically at him.

"Hey, could I sit here? Everywhere else is full." Harry nodded, curios to meet a witch (a real one, anyway) his age.

"Ginny Weasley, you?" Harry shook her hand and murmured, "Harry Potter." He had a feeling that he didn't want people to know who he was. Ginny looked at him, and said with a smile,

"Sorry, what was that? I didn't quite hear you." Harry hardly forced a smile and replied a bit louder, "Harry Potter." Ginny didn't gape or have huge eyes that darted up to his forehead. He appreciated that. Ginny's eyes simply widened slightly and kept her eyes determinedly on his. He could tell they'd be very fast friends.

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A/N—What'd you think? Worth continuing? Please review! I'll beg if I have to! (eh, I'd rather not though, if it's all the same to you all…)

-Hazel