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Isabella

Today was the day. I was catching the train to my school, my new life, today. I checked my room for anything that I might have left behind for the 16th time and grabbed my bags as I walked out the door. My ticket said Platform 9 and ¾. I remembered something from one of the stories my mum had told me but it was vague and it wouldn't help me in this situation. I caught the Knight Bus to the train station and looked for the platform. I couldn't find it!

'If I'm not careful I'm going to start panicking.' I thought while looking around in desperation. 'Oh god! What if the train left without me! What the hell would I do? Then I would have to go back to my… No! I'm not going to think about it. Just calm down, deep breath's. In and out. Calm.'

I was feeling a little better when I saw that girl… What was her name? Oh yeah! Lucille! I decided to follow her because I thought she might have some clue of where to go. I watched her and saw her walk up to the wall between Platform's 9 and 10. I blinked. 'She's gone!' I thought. 'Where the hell did she go?!' I walked up to the wall and stood where she had. I placed my hand against the wall and pushed. I almost screamed. My hand disappeared! I could still feel it on the end of my arms but it looked like it had just merged with the wall! I pulled it out and examined it. My hand was fine. I took a deep breath and pushed my luggage through the wall. Once I'd emerged on the other side I found myself looking at a huge steam engine. There were people everywhere. Some with animals or family. I soon became sick of watching all the happy families and boarded the train. I found a compartment by myself and started thinking about my life so far. 'I mean, so far I've found out I'm a witch and that my mother was a witch before she died. My dad… he never liked it but he couldn't do anything cos he was scared shitless of my mum. She had a temper on her like nobody's business. But when she died… it just went downhill. He started drinking and coming home at whatever hour of the night he decided. Then he would stumble up the stairs into my room and yell abuse at me. It wasn't so bad when he was just yelling because I could yell back but one time… I went too far…

SLAM!

"ISABELLA!! GET YOUR WORTHLESS ARSE DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" he yelled. I could hear him stumbling through the living room downstairs. He was too drunk to remember to turn on the lights. I closed my book and quickly threw on my dressing gown before running down the stairs and into my father's presence.

"Yes father?" I asked meekly, keeping my eyes downcast.

"DON'T ACT SMART WITH ME YOUNG LADY!" he yelled into my face.

"I'm not trying to be smart." I replied.

"I SAID DON'T ACT SMART WITH ME! YOU THINK YOU'RE SO GREAT JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE A WITCH! IT DIDN'T HELP YOUR MOTHER DID IT! GOT HERSELF KILLED DIDN'T SHE? ALWAYS THOUGHT SHE WAS BETTER THAN ME! WELL YOU AREN'T BETTER THAN ME! I'M YOUR FATHER AND NO STUPID HUSSY FOR A MOTHER IS GOING TO MAKE YOU DISRESPECTFUL!" He spat at me.

"My mother was not a hussy. She was a great person and she was better than you'll ever be!" I retorted.

"How dare you? You pathetic bitch! I'll teach you to be respectful! I'll teach you not to talk back!" He stepped forward and yanked my hair up. Tears swum in my eyes. 'He's my father!' I thought, 'He won't do anything! He can't! He's' a good person!' I looked up at him fearfully. There was hatred in his eyes… and something else… Guilt? Whatever it was soon disappeared as he thrust me to the floor. I stood up but he immediately rammed a fist into my gut. I doubled over in pain. I couldn't breathe. He threw me to the ground and this time I didn't get up.

"Wake up. Hello? Hey! Wake up! Isabella? That is your name right?" What was my dad saying? That wasn't my dad's voice…

"Hey! Sunshine! Wake up!" I opened my eyes and found that another girl was sitting in my compartment, gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up. I sat up and looked at her. She was familiar… Where did I know her from?

Lucille

"Hurry up Lucy! We're going to be late!" my mum yelled out to me. I grabbed my bags and scurried out of my room to the waiting car.

"Oh, mum! Do we have to go by car? Can't we just be normal and take the floo?" I really don't like muggle cars. They are so dirty and sometimes just plain dangerous!

"No! We are taking the car and going the muggle way! I want this to be special for you!" my mum replied, daring me to question her.

I put my bags in the boot of the car and sat in the back. It wasn't long before we arrived at the train station. Dad got a trolley for me and got my bags out of the boot while my mum started to sniffle.

"My baby… sniff. Going to a new school, all on her own! I'll miss you so much!" she sobbed into my shoulder as she took me in a bone-crushing hug.

"Yeah! Thanks mum! Miss you too! Please let go! I can't breathe!" I managed to squeeze out.

"Oh… Sorry." She looked a little shameful as she let go of me. She walked me to the train and looked at me to give me one last hug but as she did she burst into a fresh wave of tears. 'God, she is sooo embarrassing!' I thought as I pretended not to know her.

"Mum! Calm down!" I said to her, trying not to look like I knew her to well.

"Sorry," She sniffed, "I just… my baby's growing up!" and with that she proceeded to bury her face in her handkerchief.

"MUM! You promised that you wouldn't do this! Please stop crying! I have to go!" I whined.

She gave me another hug as we said our goodbyes and then I stepped onto the train. I went looking for someone that I might know and I found one. She was asleep in a compartment, all to herself. I paused. She looked like she was having a nightmare but I didn't really want to intrude. I was about to leave when I heard her whimper in what sound like pain. I decided to wake her up and see if she was okay. I walked over to her and gently shook her shoulder.

"Wake up. Hello? Hey! Wake up! Isabella? That is your name right?" I said to her. She didn't seem to hear me so I continued, "Hey! Sunshine! Wake up!" Her eyes opened and she sat up slowly. Her face was white as a sheet and she looked really scared. Her eyes clouded with confusion which soon changed to recognition as she looked more closely at my face. "Bad dream?" I questioned.

She nodded, "Yeah, really bad."

"I have some chocolate in my bag, wait a sec," I got the chocolate frog that I'd been saving out of my bag and handed it to her. "Here, Eat it. But don't let it escape. It'll help."

She slowly ate the frog and some of the colour returned to her cheeks.

"You're Isabella right?" I asked her.

She nodded. I felt the train start to move.

"Are you feeling better now?"

She nodded again.

"Do you want to talk about the dream?"

She shook her head violently and was just about to speak when…

CRASH!

"Sorry!" Came a voice from the floor.

"That's alright. Are you okay?" I asked the girl who had tripped into our compartment.

"Yeah! I'm fine! Hey! I know you!" She added as she looked at me and Izzy. "You're those peoples from Gringotts! Long time, no see! How ya doin?!"

This girl was going to get on my nerves, I could feel it.

Katrina

"Oi! Kat! Wake up! You're gonna miss your train!" yelled my mum.

'Shit!' I thought, 'I'm always late.' I scrambled out of bed and ran into the kitchen.

"Hi, Hun. I gotta go but I'll see you at Christmas alright?" She gave me a quick hug and sped out of the door and into her taxi.

"Yeah, Bye Mum." I muttered under my breath. I looked at the clock. I didn't have time for breakfast so I grabbed my bags and called a taxi. I arrived at the Platform just as the train was starting to leave. 'Shit!' I thought again and ran alongside the train. I jumped up and crashed into a compartment. 'Ow!' I thought but said from the floor to the inhabitants of the compartment, "Sorry!"

I heard a girl reply, "That's alright. Are you okay?"

I started to speak, "Yeah! I'm fine!" I looked up at her. "Hey! I know you! You're those peoples from Gringotts! Long time, no see! How ya doin?!"

The girl who had asked if I was alright, looked at me in disgust. 'What?' I thought, 'Do I have something on my face? Why is she looking at me like that?' I blinked. The expression was gone. We sat in silence for awhile until a lady came rolling along the carriage with a trolley filled with all sorts of lollies and cake and other goodies. I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I pulled some money out of my pockets as she said, "Anything off the trolley dears?"

I was about to buy one of everything when there was a clatter from down the carriage and 2 boys came hurtling into our compartment. They crashed into the trolley lady and collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor. I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing and was soon joined by Izzy and Luce. We had tears running down our faces and we were rolling around clutching our stomachs in an attempt to hold it in. The trolley lady picked herself and her trolley off the floor and looked disapprovingly at the boys who were now trying to untangle themselves from the mess on the floor.

I controlled my laughter just in time to see 2 more boys walk up to our compartment. One looked at the boys in mild amusement and slight horror while the other was laughing and giggling uncontrollably. I looked back to the boys who were on the floor only to see them standing up, glaring at the other two.

Out of all the 4 boys, one caught my eye. He was the tallest. He had black messy hair, a chiselled face and body and hard muscles leaping from his biceps. But the one aspect that I couldn't take my eyes off was his eyes. They were dark grey but sparkled with amusement within the murky depths. I felt myself falling into his eyes. They were hypnotising. I realised that I was staring and he knew it too. He smirked and I blushed. He walked over and grabbed my hand.

"Oh! The fortuitous circumstances in which I arrived have extended on to the figure of beauty before mine eyes! Fair Maiden! What name happens to grace thine self and could it be more lovely than thee, for it is uttered by thine lips which I grant myself leave to admire and hope to place careful kisses across?"

I giggled. I couldn't help it. "My name is Katrina. You can call me Kat. And what pray sir, is your name?"

He kissed my hand. "Oh fair maiden, mine name is of no importance for thine ears would have heard many names of gentlemen like me who have been in mine self-same position, captured by thine ultimate beauty. But shall it please thee, fair damsel; mine name is Sirius Black, the notorious Marauder and prankster extraordinaire." He kissed my hand again.

I looked up to the other boys and raised my eyebrow as if to say, Is this guy for real? The sandy-haired boy who had looked on the scene with horror was shaking his head slightly and looking embarrassed. The other two were buying everything off of the trolley lady that they could lay their hands on. I rolled my eyes and focused my attention back to Sirius.

"Well, Mr Black, notorious marauder, can you introduce your friends?"

"Men that do not matter to thine self. They art unworthy of thine divine attention but shall thou ask it, mine lips shall utter their undeserving names."

"Yes, I ask it. Could you introduce them already?" I was starting to get a bit impatient with Sirius.

"To thine left stands the one who is kind yet cruel, fair, just and righteous." He said pointing to the sandy-haired boy, "He is the hero in every fable. He is the almighty homework completer and he is the one who mine self copies homework off."

"I'm otherwise known as Remus Lupin." interrupted the boy in question, "How do you do?" He added while shaking my hand. "Don't mind Sirius he's just had a bit too much sugar."

"Pleased to meet you." I said politely before my attention was given over to Sirius once again.

"To Sir Lupin's left is Peter Pettigrew. He is another man who is unworthy of thine attention." Sirius said, getting to his point faster this time. "And to the farthest extent of your vision, Stands a man who is just and fair, he is mine partner in crime. His sire and dame have cared for and nurtured me as if I were there own son ever since I arrived at their doorstep. Mine self was not at fault but due to some unforseen circumstances within mine own family I was forced to take mine leave. He who has been a brother unto me unlike some other individuals. He is the true, the mighty, the handsome, James Potter!"

Peter was short and round. He had dirty blondish, brown hair that fell in greasy lumps on the side of his head. James had jet black hair that grew in a messy yet attractive mop over is eyes. Sirius and James looked quite similar in build except the slight differences. Sirius obviously noticed me looking at the other boys and sat down next to me. He then pulled me into his lap. I shrieked and tried to struggle which caused him to chuckle. It reverberated from deep within his chest. I marvelled at the beauty of that sound but didn't stop struggling.

It was only when he whispered, "If you keep doing that, I may just get excited." Into my ear that I stopped moving and started to blush instead. I realised that I liked sitting near him and being in his arms. It had a safe, loving feel to it. I snuggled into his chest and watched the others introduce themselves. I think Isabella liked Remus and vice versa because neither of them would make eye-contact. James and Peter just sat there, steadily eating their way through all the junk foods that they had bought off the trolley. I felt Sirius put his arm around my waist and I felt tingles run up and down my side. I was in heaven.

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