Minutes later, our compartment was once again interrupted. It was another girl. But... This girl was different. She was... the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her long, dark brown hair had mysterious streaks of rainbow colours. Her eyes were a shocking deep electric blue with flecks of gold, and her face was splattered with freckles. Sadly, her pretty face was also covered in tears. When she turned to me, I went into a trance.

"Uh, can I..." She swallowed back her tears, which made me desperately want to know who'd hurt her this badly. "Can I come in? All the others are full..."

"Um... Yeah, of course!" I hurriedly replied. I shoved my things off the seat so she could sit down next to me. "Here..."

She weakly smiled at me. "Thank you," she said in a hoarse whisper, and sat down. As she looked out the window, I saw tear stream down her face. Now I REALLY had to know she was.

"So, uh..." I loudly cleared my throat. "So, what's your name? I mean, only if you want to tell me, of course..."

She half smiled. "It's Erin," she replied. "Erin Chase."

As soon as she sat down, another person came into our compartment. This time it was a boy. The boy had pure amber eyes with brown hair, and several deep cuts and scars on his face, as well as his arms.

"Hey," James said to him. "You didn't ask."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Uh... Can I stay?"

James looked at me, and shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so. I'm James, by the way. James Potter. And this is Sirius Black."

I looked at the boy and nodded. "Yeah. What's your name?"

"Um... Remus Lupin." he stuttered.

"Ahh..." said James, looking at Remus through his glasses from head to toe.

I stared at the girl, then quickly turned to the window.

"...but I just can't help but feel bad for her." James said.

"Why? There's nothing to feel bad about," I said.

"Actually, there is. I mean, he was a big disgusting git, and she was just a sad little girl with long, beautiful red hair..."

"Okay, I see your point. She shouldn't be friends with him in the first place."

"Yeah," continued James. "She diserves better."

"What was her name again?" I asked.

"Lily Evans. Lily..." James trailed off. "That's a pretty name, don't you think?"

I just crossed my arms and rolled my eyes, but smirked and turned towards the beautiful girl. But after starring for too long, I decided to start a conversation.

"So, Remus," I started. "What's your blood status? Pure or half?"

"Half," Remus answered, although Erin looked a bit confused.

"Pure Bloods are wizards with Pure Blood parents, who have entirely magical blood, and Half Bloods are wizards whose parents don't have all magical blood." I explained.

"Oh, I knew that," she answered. "But... What do you call a wizard or witch whose parents don't have any magical blood at all?"

"Muggle-Borns." James replied.

"Or Mud-Bloods," I added, an evil smirk on my face. "Most Pure Bloods despise Muggles and Muggle Borns, so we call them Mud-Bloods."

Remus stared at me with an angry expression. "So I guess you're a Pure Blood then, huh?"

I sadly nodded my head. "Yeah, but I'm different from the rest of my family. They mostly focus on Slytherin and the Dark Lord, but I'm not like that. I'm hoping to be the first Black to go into Gryffinfdor."

"And I'm a Pure Blood too," said James. "But my family's nice to Muggle-Borns, or most of them anyway. And almost everyone I'm related to is a Gryffindor."

James got up from his seat, yawned hugely and ruffled his hair, making it even messier than it had been before. "I'm tired. Didn't sleep well last night. And... Remus?"

"Yeah?" he replied.

"I'm sorry, but... um... Why do you have those scars? I mean, I understand if you don't wanna say, 'cause I have a cat and she scratches me up pretty bad." he said, rolling up his sleeve, showing a scratch, clearly from an animal.

"Oh..." Remus said, trying to think of what to say. Erin looked as if she were concentrating hard. James and I were waiting for Remus's answer. "I uh, I have a cat too..." Remus said.

James raised his eyebrow and smiled. "Are you sure?" he joked.

"Yeah." Remus said, smiling back.

"Ok." I asked. "So, do any of you have siblings?"

"I do," said Erin, grinning. "Two littler brothers, and they're both extremely annoying."

"Oh, I feel the same way," I said. "I have a younger bother. His name's Regulus, and he looks a lot like me, but trust me, we're completely different. My parents ADORE him, say he's gonna make them proud, gonna be a Death Eater and a brave Slytherin."

"What's a Death Eater?"

"Someone who works for the Dark Lord, an evil wizard who's been at high power for years." I answered.

"Alright," said Erin. "Are all Slytherins Death Eaters?"

"No, but most of them go bad, and support the Dark Lord, like most of my family."

"Sirius," Remus said. "What do you mean by "most" of your family?"

"Well, one of my cousins, Andromeda, and she's kinda like me. She's not all about Pure Blood and Slytherin, but she is in that house. She's not greedy either."

"That's good, right?" Erin asked, who seemed very interested in the subject. I glanced over at James, who seemed to be extremely tired.

"Yeah, I guess," I replied. "But her parents try to get her into the Dark Arts and stuff, which is like what my parents do. It's as if we have a problem, if we don't follow in our parents' footsteps and honour the Dark Arts."

"That's terrible!" exclaimed Erin.

"Yeah... Terrible..." agreed James, half asleep. "Listen... Wake me up when the cart comes... 'Kay?"

I let out a laugh. "Ok, James."

Soon James's small snores filled the room. I leaned over to Erin. I wanted to know why she'd been crying. "Hey," I said. "What happened earlier?"

"You mean when I was crying?" she asked, and I nodded. She took a deep breath. "The first compartment I'd been in, with Remus, we were sharing it with this really mean Fourth Year. She called Remus and I freaks."

"Why would she do that?" I asked, feeling hurt myself.

"Well, Remus has... lots of scars on his face... And I... I'm a Metamorphmagus. I'm able to change my appearance at will, and when I get bored, I like to change my hair colour. That's why I have rainbow colours, but I usually keep it with red streaks."

"Can I see?"

She smiled. "Sure..." She held out a single strand of brown hair in her fingers, and that strand began to change many vibrant colours, mostly those of the rainbow. After a few minutes, she kept several streaks red.

"That's amazing..." I said. "Is that why your eyes are that shade of blue?"

Sighing deeply, she replied, "The rest of my family has red hair, and the only red I inherited was in my eyes. It scared away most people, so I like this colour for my eyes now. That's weird, isn't it?"

"I don't think it's weird. I think it's... pretty."

She blushed the colour of her hair. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome." I said, and added, "It's true."

She just smiled back at me, but I'm sure that made her day.