Chapter 2:

New Aquantances

Disclaimer: Nothing about Harry Potter do I own. It is all the doings of JKR's brilliance.

Sean tripped over his feet when he appeared on the other side of whatever just happened and fell to the ground. He leaned on his hands and observed his surroundings. The people with the owl trolleys were everywhere. And they were all wearing the same type of weird robes. Atleast, the adults were. The kids were in clothes like him.

"Watch out!" someone shouted at him. It was an elderly woman with a large, vulture hat and a large red bag. "What do you think you're doing, just lying on the ground like that? You're going to miss the train!"

"Sorry," said Sean, getting up awkwardly. He brushed his jeans off as he watched the woman walk away. He hadn't noticed before, but there was a boy walking with her. He looked about his age, atleast, that's what his height told.

Sean looked around for some familiarity of the place. It looked like your average train station. He walked up to the train and read it's front, a strong red with white lettering: Hogwarts Express.

"Hogwarts Express," whispered Sean, reaching out to touch the trains front, making sure he wasn't just dreaming. He'd never heard of a Hogwarts before.

"Hey, son, getting on the train?" another conductor yelled to Sean, causing him to jump. He was thinner than the other, with a kinder face. "It leaves him less than a minute. Get on now or have someone fly you there."

"Fly me?" asked Sean.

"Are you getting on or not?"

Mindlessly, Sean shook his head yes and climbed the steps into the train. Right when he was inside, it started moving, making him wabble and almost fall, again. Tons of kids were poking their heads out of the separate compartments, talking to eachother about odd things like "Quidditch" and "Death Eaters." He made his way through the packed isles and finally found a compartment with one open seat. It had a two boys and two girls. He knocked on the door and slowly slid it open more so he could poke his head in.

"Umm, excuse me, but do you mind if I sit with you?" he felt his face redden. He was decent around people. He was a pretty popular guy at his school, but he had no idea what he was doing.

"Sorr---" began one boy with glasses, but he was interrupted by a girl with long, dirty blonde hair and large eyes that said, "Sure! You can sit by me." She scooted her stuff off the seat, made the nervous boy next to her scoot down and patted it, making sure he knew to sit there.

"Thanks," said Sean, smiling. He took a seat and stared at the compartments occupants.

"I'm Luna Lovegood," said the girl with blonde hair, holding out her hand. Sean took it, introducing himself.

"Hi, Luna. I'm Sean McDowel."

"I've never heard of you before," said Luna. "Have you ever been to Hogwarts?"

"Ummm, no." Sean fidgeted with his feet a bit before looking back up at the rest of the compartment. A few moments of silence passed before the door flew open again. This time, it was a bright red haired boy and a bushy haired girl.

"Stupid first years," said the red-haired boy. He plumped on the seat next to the boy sitting across from Sean, he had glasses, and closed his eyes.

"Ron," said the girl, "You know you were like that when you were a first year, too." She sat next to him and looked up at Sean, shock spreading over her face. "Who are you?"

"I'm Sean," he said, holding out his hand for her to shake it, but she didn't take it. He ran his hand through his hair and leaned back in the seat.

"Are you in our year?" asked the boy called Ron.

"Well, if you mean am I a Senior in highschool, then yes, I'm in your year. . . "

The girl with bushy hair stood up and pointed at him with (what he thought at first was an oddly deformed finger) a stick, of some sort. "You shouldn't be here!" she said vehemenately. "You don't even have an accent. Harry, Ginny, Neville, Luna! How could you let him stay on the train? In your compartment? He's obviously not from here and not one of us!"

"What are you talking about? I'm a kid, about your age. . .I've got to admit, I don't have a stick that I point in people's faces, but. . . "

"Sit down, Hermione," said the boy with glasses. Hermione sat down, slowly lowering her wand. Ron put an arm around her. The last boy, Neville (he assumed) scrunched in a corner, and Luna looked pleasantly pleased with the whole situation. Harry stared straight into Sean's eyes and said, quite plainly. "We're wizards."