I know, I forgot to put a disclaimer on the first chapter.

I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. But I wish I did. I do own Patience and Perpetua, though, I made them up. :P

Enjoy!! 

Chapter 2:

Once Patience and I stepped out of our house for the first time in who-knows-how-long, time seemed to speed up. But the last time I checked, I didn't have that power. So it must have been my anxiousness. Before I knew it, we were striding behind my mother at five minutes to eleven, and we suddenly stopped in front of a pillar between platforms nine and ten. She stopped us.

"I leave you here," Mother said. She shoved two pieces of paper into my hand. "Just walk straight through that pillar, and don't stop. Get on the train as fast as you can, and if you father is still there, avoid him at all costs." Mother took a deep breath.

I looked at Patience, slightly confused. Then I turned to Mom. If she was leaving us, I wouldn't be seeing her until next summer. But she was already turning around and disappeared into the crowd of Muggles before I opened my mouth. Patience and I glanced at each other.

"Walk through the pillar?" I asked her. Then I had an idea. "What if you touched the pillar, maybe that could give us instructions." Patience glared at me.

"Perry! Who knows what I could see?" she said. She seemed very reluctant to do it.

"If you don't, then I'll tell you exactly who your first kiss is going to be!" I threatened. My sister's eyes widened and she gasped. Of course, I had no idea who the lucky guy was gonna be yet, but it was the perfect threat.

"Okay, okay!" She took her left thumb and forefinger and pulled off her right glove. She closed her eyes and touched the pillar. But two seconds later she pulled back and yelled in surprise. Her hand had gone right through the pillar.

"Alright, Mum was telling the truth then," I said, my eyes widening too. So I walked back a couple of steps, aligned my trolley, and strode forward. I had closed my eyes out of nervousness, but when I opened them, I saw Platform 9 3/4 greeting me. The front of Patience's cart hit me in the back, snapping me out of my amazed reverie.

"Ouch!" I said, rubbing my backside.

"You should have seen it coming!" teased Patience.

"Ha ha!" I said. WE hurried and loaded our baggage onto the train, taking only our small bags with us. We stepped up onto the train, but were stopped by the conductor.

"Tickets?" he asked. His hand was outstretched expectantly. I dug in my coat pocket and handed him the two slips of paper Mother had given me earlier. They had turned out to be our train tickets. The conductor grinned and ushered us in, and we were left to find a compartment on our own. It wasn't hard. WE soon found an empty one that we could have all to ourselves.

"I'm so excited, Per- I mean, Paris! We're going to Hogwarts!" Patience said to me, settling into the scarlet seat cushion.

"I know! Hey, let's check out our wands," I said. We'd never actually gotten a good look at them. Mom had taken us into Diagon Alley just long enough to get our wands, and she had snatched them away as soon as we walked out of Ollivander's.

"Yeah, okay." Patience pulled hers out of her pocket, and I did too.

"Okay, I want to remember exactly what Ollivander said about it. Can you help me out?" I asked Patience.

"Sure, I guess. They're brand new, no memories. Unless I get the memories of the core!" she laughed a little at this.

She reached out her once again ungloved hand and touched my wand. She had her eyes closed; she knew it freaked me out when she was seeing the past.

She leaned back, opened her eyes, and said, "16 1/2 inches, light maple wood, unicorn tail hair core. Whippy and flexible, good for Charms."

"Cool! I bet learning Charms will be awesome."

"Yeah," Patience touched her own wand and looked up again after a moment, "Mine's 15 inches, dark cherry wood, and dragon heart string core. Thick and snappy, good for Transfiguration. That is so cool."

Suddenly our compartment door opened. Three people stood in the doorway. Two were boys, and one was a girl with bushy brown hair. One boy had flaming red hair, and the other a messy, black hair. The black haired boy had a lightning shaped scar on his forehead, easily visible through his bangs.

"Sorry," he said, noticing Patience's scramble to put her glove back on. "We'll get somewhere else." With that he shut the door and I saw their shadows passing the door.

"Perry!" Patience cried. "Do you know who that was?"

"Who?"

"The boy with the scar! He was Harry Potter!"

"So?" I asked, totally confused.

"He was the downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! He's like, famous!"

"Cool," I said, shifting my position in my seat.

"You don't get it, Perry. We can't get anywhere near him. At least me. I'd see some pretty terrifying things. And who knows what's' in his future? We'd better avoid him!"

"Okay, stay away from Potter. Got it," I said. I didn't see what Patience was making such a big deal about. But she was usually best at deciding who was and was not safe. SO I trusted her. I dug into my bag and pulled out the Daily Prophet and settled down as Patience fell into one of her thoughtful bouts of silence.