Chapter 4! And a big thx to Alysha813 for her help and support for all my stories! U ROCK GIRL!

I walked away from that creepy, greasy haired wizard and walked over to a gaping Ginny.

"What?" I asked and took the list from her hand to look at it.

"Why were you talking to Professor Snape?" She asked gasping.

"What are you talking about?" I asked and narrowed my eyes. Wait…that man…was he…?

"That man you were talking to, that was Snape!" She said and pulled me from the crowd and into an abandoned aisle.

"Really?" I asked, "Hmmm, he seemed a bit creepy," I remarked.

"Yeah," She laughed, "I told you!"

I chuckled a bit and said, "Come on, it's about 7:05. We need to get my stuff and buy it so we can make the train,"

She stopped laughing, but the blush was still on her face. For some reason she found this amusing. British.

"Alright let's go,"

It turned out that the shops took American money, which was a relief because I didn't really feel like going to a bank and exchanging money.

I bought my school books, a bag to hold my books, and an owl! I named him Killer, because he's the sweetest thing. My world revolves around sarcasm.

Ginny led me around shops and stores and we reached a train station (Don't ask me how we got there please, I was just following Ginny) and we had to go to platform 9 and 3/4 to board our train.

I looked at the platform numbers. There was a sign that read "9" and a sign that read "10".

"Ummm? Where is nine and three quarters?" I asked looking around.

"In between 9 and 10. Duh," She said. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. British. I decided to just let her lead the way, but she leaned against the brick wall and looked at me mischievously.

"You're having fun knowing everything aren't you?" I sneered.

"I am," She smiled.

"When does the train leave?" I asked.

"At precisely 11 a.m.,"

I looked at my watch. It read 10:50.

"DAMN! Come one let's go!"

"Alright, alright, calm down! To get to the platform you need to pass through this wall,"

"Excuse me?" What the CRAP did she just say?

"Do what I do," She said and she walked through the wall. Ok. Let me say that one more time. She WALKED (?) through the wall.

"Ginny?" I asked, but I probably looked stupid talking to a wall, so I held my breath, closed my eyes, and ran into the brick wall.

I didn't move after I ran a few feet. My eyes were still closed.

"Well are you going to come on the train or what?" A voice startled me.

I opened my eyes. I saw people bustling in robes, and young children hugging and kissing their parents and boarding on the train that was called the Hogwarts Express. I turned around and smiled. DAMN! I love magic!

I saw a sign that read "9 and 3/4" I chuckled despite myself. It was all so amazing.

"Ginny! Trixie! There you guys are!" Came a voice. We turned to see Mrs. Weasley coming toward us with our trunks. I had my packages so Mrs. Weasley came onto the train to set all of our stuff down.

The seats and the train itself were just like ordinary trains; expect there were objects floating around. I'm still not used to it.

Mrs. Weasley kissed the crown of our heads before leaving.

"Your mom is awesome," I said and bit into a sandwich that she gave us.

"She's fine," She remarked. It seemed like she was hiding something, but I brushed it off. If it was important I would find out soon.

A tall boy with shaggy hair walked in to our compartment.

"Neville!" Ginny screamed and stood up to hugged him.

"Hey, Gin! Who's your friend?" He asked in a British accent. Gosh. I was getting sick of their accents now. It sounded like they were talking with marbles in their mouths.

"This is Trixie. She's American," Ginny said and Neville and I shook hands.

"American? Wicked!" Wicked? My God. It sounded like they were from the seventies. A "blast from the past" as my mom calls it.

"Yep. And I have to start out as a first year and I'm sixteen." I said and bit angrily into my sandwich. Now that I think of it, being stuck with eleven year olds would suck.

"That's rough," he said.

I got to know him, and soon me, Neville, and Ginny were talking and laughing easily until the train suddenly stopped.

"Should I get my robes on?" I asked Ginny and started to fumble with my robes.

"No," She said and looked worried, "We shouldn't be here yet. Hogwarts is about another hour away,"

We were sitting in the back of the train, so we had a bigger window. All three of us looked out and saw men walking by the train, and blasting opened doors. Screams followed that obviously.

"Death Eaters," Neville muttered and sat back.

"What do they want?" I asked. I knew some facts about Death Eaters that Ginny and Neville told me just a few minutes ago, and honestly, they don't seem like the nicest guys around.

"Harry!" Ginny said and instantly looked worried.

"Chill, Ginny!" I said and grabbed her arms so she would look at me, "He's isn't here, remember?"

She nodded, but still had a worried look on her face. Just then a man burst in and surveyed each one of us. I held my breath.

"Hey, losers," Neville stood up. MORON! What the HELL is he DOING? "He's not here."

He grunted and grabbed a bar on the ceiling as the train did a sudden jerk. I gasped. There was a tattoo on this arm. It looked like… no it can't be…

It felt like I was holding my breath the entire time while I was waiting for him to leave. He stayed and checked everywhere, and when he was done he and the men Apparated away.

After a few minutes, the train started to move towards Hogwarts again, and I let out a huge breath.

"Yeah I know, that was close," Ginny said and bit into her sandwich.

"No that's not it," I said and looked out the window. I know where I saw that tattoo. And I ALSO know that I am now COMPLETELY screwed.

"What is it?" Neville asked.

"That tattoo," I started.

"Yeah, that's the dark mark," Ginny said still eating her sandwich, "That is how you know is someone is a Death Eater or not,"

I gasped and said, "Are you sure. Every person who has that is a Death Eater?"

They nodded and Ginny said, "Sure as Hell," Yeah, I never got that expression. How could Hell be sure…anyway…

I took in a few deep breaths before leaning in and whispering, "Well, my parents have that exact same mark on their arms too."