I started my way toward platform 9 and three quarters. I had never been to Hogwarts, but father told me it was the greatest. He moved a lot when he was younger, and found a home here. I however had already been to one in America, and he decided to come back to England, to escape the memories. A lot had happened. Mother fell ill and insisted father take us elsewhere. Jeremy, who was my younger brother, got killed. He was a smart kid; he did almost everything by the book. He could fool someone with the innocence act, like crazy. I felt my long dark red curls hit my back as I walked, and I lifted my glasses up to cover my dark green eyes. I had mother's hair, to her it was gorgeous, but I never thought it suited me well. I had father's eyes, yet his shone with sadness more than anything. I remember when they were happy, and so full of life. It's amazing how some things change so quickly.

I stepped aboard the scarlet train, and went in search of an empty compartment. I noticed there weren't any, but there was one that had just a boy in it. I opened the door, and he quickly glanced up at me. I noticed he had black hair that seemed to be not so neatly combed. He had green eyes, yet they were lighter then mine.

"Do you mind if I join you? I promise I'll just read and not bother you."

"You can, I don't mind. I'd like someone to talk to on this ride, anyways."

I sat in the seat across from him, and quickly looked out the window, as the train seemed to be starting to leave. I waved a final good bye to father, and then he was out of site.

"I'm Marcus Flint. I'm the Quidditch Captain for the Slytherin house," he stuck his hand out for a shake.

"I'm Anya Jude Cash. I loved playing Quidditch at my old school. What is a Slytherin?" I asked taking his hand in a shake.

"Are you going to be trying out here? Slytherin is a house; everyone is sorted into a house."

"Oh. I'm going to try, I was the best at my old school," I said smiling.

"What school was that?"

"American Treko Academy."

"I've heard they have some good players, sometimes the best. Do you mind me asking if you're a pureblood?"

"Yes I am. Why wouldn't I mind asking?"

"Some people get touchy with the subject, ya know?"

I just nodded my head and we returned to the window staring contest. We sat like that for a good while until we started talking of Quidditch, and what we played, what got us into it, and some of our favorite players. He stood up announcing we'd arrive soon so to change into our robes.

I quickly left to find the changing rooms which he directed me to. I changed and as soon as I got out I was greeted with a boy who had messy light brown hair, and blue eyes. I tried to get around him, but it looked like we were dancing trying to get around each other. Finally I caved, and he just walked past me. I returned to the cart where Marcus was now in his robes. We talked some more of what the school was like, and he told me about all the different houses. I told him about me transferring and I was in my 7th year, and so was he. He said he hoped I'd get Slytherin, and I'd be in all of his classes with him. He turned out to be a pretty nice guy, and helped me make my way to the castle. Which I told him over and over again, I was thankful for.

I was greeted by an older woman, who said her name was McGonagall. She seemed to remind me of my grandmother when she was alive. She told me to follow her to a room, and sat a hat upon my head; it scared the fuck out of me when it started talking. Then out of no where it shouted, "Gryffindor!" She told me to follow her and the 1st years to the Great Hall, and to sit at the table she pointed to. So, I did just that, and I came face to face with the boy I had 'danced' with earlier. The sorting as the others had called it had started and everyone cheered and clapped for the kids that joined their tables, and I even joined in. When the feast arrived, I saw a blur of bright red hair to my side.

"Ello, I'm Fred, and this is my twin George." He said pointing to the boy who looked almost like him, but Fred's hair was a tad bit darker.

"I'm Anya Jude. Nice to meet you Fred and George."

"We are looking for a new chaser, ya know," this came from the boy whom I 'danced' with earlier.

"How'd you know I even played?"

"Your arms, they are built for Quidditch, no doubt that you play the game," I looked over to the twins who had their mouths open at the boy across from me.

"That's Oliver," Fred said, finally letting his mouth shut, "he's our Captain, and apparently knows more on Quidditch then anyone does."

"Fred, how many times did I tell you to not talk with your mouth open," came Oliver's voice.

"If you didn't amaze me then maybe I would have chewed it all, eh Wood?"

George stood up and took the seat right next to me, I'm guessing to be more into this conversation.

"Wood, how many times have I told you that Fred talks with his mouth full?"

Oliver looked across the table at me, "anyways, what did you say your name was?"

"Anya Jude," I said finishing my bite before talking.

"Tryouts are tomorrow, I hope you show up."

"I will, I was the best at my old school, and I know Ill make it here."

The guys all smiled, and Oliver and George began to eat more, but Fred wasn't content with just saying names.

"What year are you in?"

"7th," I said putting my fork down deciding this will be a long talk.

I was right and it ended up when Fred and I said good night to each other. I lay on my bed, and noticed a couple of girls come in and out of the room, but I wrote a letter to father, before I felt the heaviness of my eyes consume me.

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