Chapter 5

Harry

After an hour on the train, we got a knock on our compartment door. It was a curly, brown haired, 15 year old girl. I looked at the crest on her uniform and it said 'Gryffindor' on it. I took that it was the house she was in.

"Is one of you Karina Rookworth?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. The girl gaped at me.

"Aren't you supposed to be a first year?" she asked, puzzled, "you look at least like a 4th year,"

"That's the 4th time someone has said that today," I laughed, "but I really am only 11. I know I don't look it at all, but that's the way it is,"

"Anyway, Harry wants to meet you," she said, "so follow me,"

I asked Katerina and Giovanna to excuse me. I followed the girl into the hallway.

"I'm Hermione, by the way" she said.

"Nice to meet you,"

"Thanks," Hermione opened the door to a compartment.

"Harry, I've finally found Karina," she announced. I walked into the compartment.

"Hi," said the black haired guy with glasses, "I'm Harry," I was about to reply when someone cut me off.

"Wait a minute," said a familiar voice, "you're that first year that looks like a 4th year that I met in Diagon Alley!" It was that same red haired guy form Diagon Alley. It was Ron!

"And you're the weird 5th year who says 'bloody hell' a little too much," Everyone in the compartment laughed. Ron turned scarlet.

"So, was it a big shock when you found out you were at witch?" Harry asked.

"Very," I said, "even more so that I had a long lost cousin,"

"Same," Harry agreed, "I thought all my relatives besides the Dursleys were dead,"

"Dead?" I echoed, "How?" everyone in the compartment gaped at me. It was as if I was supposed to know.

"She's muggle born you guys," Harry said, backing me up, "so of course she wouldn't know,"

"Then what happened?" I asked.

"I'll tell you later," Harry muttered, "I don't really want to talk about that now,"

"Okay," There was dead silence.

"So, Karina, do you know any magic at all?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," I pulled out my wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" My bag hovered in mid air. I sent it back down. Ron looked stunned. Hermione did too.

"Well done," she said.

"Thanks," Ron just gaped at me.

"I think we have a clone of Hermione,"

"Huh?"

"It took me ages to do that spell!" Ron exclaimed, "My point is that you are going to be at the top of your year like Hermione is!"

"I hope," I said.

"Well, you do that," Ron snapped, honestly pissed that a first year had beaten him out. I laughed.

"Yes, I will,"