Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowlings does. I do own Hazel Potter!

Chapter 2: Dramatic Arrival to Hogwarts

I found myself a seat in a second- year compartment that was empty- lucky! I wanted to read my book so I knew what I was up against at Hogwarts. Ms. Poppy was yowling by now. Had to let her out or else she would go flying out and about. Once she was out, she was stretching on my lap and soaking in the sunlight and purring.

"Geez Mrs. Poppy, you're such a spoiled cat." I laughed, her whiskers twitched with amusement.

All of a sudden three guys and one snobbish girl came in. I pretend not to notice and sank deeper into my book showing that I didn't want to be disturbed.

One of the guys had blond hair that looked so soft like cat's fur. I almost had a temptation to stroke it, but they would think I was mental. The other two were so buff like gorillas, each one behind him and by his side showed that he wasn't someone you could mess with and get away so easily. The snobbish girl had this I'm better and prettier than you look, so I knew she would say something prejudice- so my guess was they were in Slytherin.

The blond boy saw me, saw my red, smooth hair and asked, "Oy, are you a Weasley?" It was more of a demand question than a let's get to know each other.

"No, what's a Weasley?" that was my stupid response. I thought that it was a common answer that everyone in the Wizard World should know.

"What? You don't know who the Weasley's are?" He and the gang started to laugh. That made me feel worse.

"Are they important?"

"Shit no, they are the lowest pureblood traitors ever to walk the Earth!" The blond kid said wiping a tear away from his eyes, and holding his stomach. "What are you?"

I had no idea what he was saying, but didn't want to act stupid. "It's a secret."

He kept on pestering me about it, but I ignored him until he changed the subject. "My name is Draco Malfoy, but you probably already knew that." Stuck up guy wasn't he.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle," Malfoy jabbed his thumb left and right, "they are my right and left hand men."

Then the girl who thought she was being left out suddenly said, "I'm Pansy".

"It's nice to meet you all; my name is Hazel P-." I stopped there, I almost gave myself away.

"We're all in Slytherin." Go figure. "What about you?" Good, they didn't catch my short cut off.

I already knew I was going to be on bad terms with them if I told them I was in Gryffindor. "I don't know yet, I'm new to the school."

"Then why are you in the second year compartments?" Pansy just had to stick her fat nose into that!

"Family issues." Malfoy nodded thinking it would be something he would have done, and they left it at that. They let me continue reading, but were talking so loud, it was hard to concentrate.

"That dang Potter," that made me flinch, "what's so great about him anyways?" Malfoy said with disgust. Man, am I glad I didn't say my last name.

"Yeah, he looks like an ugly git when he is flashing around his scar." Pansy said with a high shrilly voice. This was making me feel uncomfortable.

"Hey Hazel, ever heard of Potter, Harry Potter." I bet they were thinking I was an idiot who didn't know the famous Harry Potter, and were waiting for a laugh.

I just put up my book to show them not to disturb me, and I think they got the message because they didn't seem to think I was in the compartment with them the whole way to Hogwarts.

All they talked about was purebloods and mudbloods, and how Harry Potter was this and that, and how Draco's father is this and that. Bloody hell, they were really starting to get on my nerves, those old, naggy, gossipy women!

We arrived at Hogwarts when I hear a giant screaming about the first years to line up and get in the boats with no more than four. He gave me a scare! I hope he was friendlier than he sounded.

I went with the other second years, but didn't talk much; probably holding in my excitement before I burst. Some of them gave me curious looks like they were wondering who I was, but didn't say anything. I didn't even notice because I was staring at the magnificent castle.

There I had to wait in the front grounds of the school where my guide was "supposed" to show up, but he never did. "Useless git."

I walked into the castle and followed the scent of food wafting into my nose. It had been a long time since I ate. The food was behind these big wooden doors, I was so close. I opened them to find myself being started at by everyone in the room. The room got quiet to see what was going on; you could see Malfoy and his gang's head bobbling up.

I saw Professor Dumbledore rise from his seat and this man with shaggy hair too, but he looked like he was going to have a seizure or something. Professor Dumbledore looked at me, and then looked at the idiot who was supposed to be my guide. I didn't want to look like a fool, and I already made an entrance, might as well finish it.

I walked towards Dumbledore and the professors, all eyes staring only at me. I would have walked faster with embarrassment, but I think my dad's big arrogant head genetics made me walk as if I own the crowd; I had them all wrapped up in my little fingers.

I was in front of Dumbledore and kneeled down like I was some sort of knight in shining armor, but not for a love request (that would be awkward and disturbing) and said, "Professor Dumbledore, I am sorry that I am late, apparently my guide never showed up."

"Rise." So I did; yep, so medieval. "Welcome to Hogwarts my dear, welcome Hazel Potter". Those words ringed throughout the whole hall; sudden gasps were released when they processed it all into their minds.