How would you feel if someone told you to run strait into a barrier in order to get onto a platform you didn't think could possibly exist? Well I felt very terrified about what these four annoying guys were telling me to do. I had seen the hot one (who's name I soon found out to be Sirius) run through and then stick his head back out like the muggles wouldn't notice.

James gave me a little nudge but I was still so frightened. I was about to run at the barrier when all of a sudden, James and Remus (another one of James's friends) grabbed my arms and then pushed me as hard as they could into the barrier. Let me tell you that that was not my favorite experience.

Sirius thankfully caught me from stumbling and he laughed at my flustered self. I watched the barrier I had run through as James, Remus, and Peter (the last of James's friends) came running through, one by one like nothing was wrong with that situation.

"What? They do it a little differently at Drunington's do they?" Sirius asked like an innocent little puppy dog. I gave him my best evil glare and stomped off. When I tried to get onto the train, the people who loaded the bags on all insisted that I must have a bag with me somewhere but I politely declined and patted my little handbag, telling them that everything I needed was in there. It was true, too. I had placed an Undetectable Extension Charm on the bag and that made it so I could keep as much as I wanted in a small area without having it weigh too much or become too enlarged. It was very handy.

I got on the train and found an empty compartment but when the train started moving, I felt oddly lonely. So as much as I loathed them all, I went looking for James and his friends. I eventually found them and they seemed very bummed that a girl had to be in their presence. It was quite rude, actually.

"So Padfoot, who do you think the hottest girl in the school is?" James asked Sirius with a quick glance at me.

"I'd have to tie it as either Taylor McDonald or Tiffani Shoe," Sirius responded with another glance in my direction while trying (and failing) to stifle a laugh.

"I'll admit I'd bed either of them any day. Just name the date," Remus said. I'd known him for five days and he didn't seem like the kind of guy who would say that. And neither did his friends.

"Wow, Moony! Feisty!" James exclaimed as Remus blushed and Sirius clutched at his amazingly hot abs for relief of laughter. He surprisingly didn't seem to make any progress with that.

With that, I left. I could take them talking about girls because I could always chime right in with the guys that I thought were hot. But I couldn't do that in this situation. One reason is because I didn't know any guys at this school yet besides them. The other reason is because if I said I wanted a guy in bed, James would kill me before I got the chance to do anything.

I knew they were just trying to draw me out of the room but I didn't care. I couldn't stand to hear this.

I might've walked for a good fifteen minutes before I found a compartment that wasn't filled with students but I did finally find one. In it were a girl with velvet red hair and a boy with a hook nose and greasy black hair.

"Do mind? Everywhere else is full," I asked as the girl smiled at me and nodded and the boy just gave a quick jerk of the head. After I got out my muggle book that I was worshiping at the moment (Girl, Stolen) the two continued their conversation that I had interrupted.

"I am so nervous for the OWLs this year!" The girl stated with a look of horror written all over her face.

"You're over exaggerating! They aren't going to be that bad. I'm more interested in seeing if Potter can break his record for the amount of times he asks you out," the boy said with a disgusted look plastered on his ugly face.

"Don't worry, Sev! Why would I say yes to that annoying twat?" she asked and that's where I had to barge in.

"Finally!" I shouted to the world. "Someone who agrees with me!"

"Do you know Potter?" The girl asked a little confused.

"Very well actually," I told her. "I am actually his twin sister. Not that he'd every mention he had a twin."

"Are you anything like him?" the boy, Sev, asked me. "Are you arrogant? Rude? Disrespectful?"

"No but I have had to live with someone who can be since the minute I was born," I replied. The girl lunged at me with so much force that I tipped backwards and fell off of the seat.

"I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry for you!" she yelled as she gave me a very tight hug.

"Thanks," I managed to choke out. She realized that she was choking me and stopped hugging me but she continuously said that she was sorry for me and sorry that she was insulting my brother. Did she honestly think that I cared?

~O-O~

When I arrived at the school, I felt left out from all of the other fifth years who had their house crests on their chests and I had boring old black robes. Then, and old and caring looking man tapped my shoulder and gestured me to follow him.

"Hello Miss Potter. I am the Headmaster of this glorious school, Professor Dumbledore. We are so pleased to welcome you into our big, happy family. Although, you don't have a house for a family yet so if you would please grab my hand," he told me politely as I grabbed a hold of his wrist. There was a pop and a small feeling of nausea came over me. We had just Apparated.

"James told me that you couldn't Apparate on the Hogwarts grounds," I told Professor Dumbledore as I tried not to puke.

"Being Headmaster has its advantages. Now would you please come this way? The Sorting Hat would love to sort you into your house. Has James told you about the houses?" He asked me nicely.

"Yes," I replied, shortly and sweetly.

"Then let's get to work," he said as he place a ragged old hat on my head and before I could object, the hat started talking to me in a voice so low, only I could hear.

"Another Potter? You seem like you are as big of a trouble maker as your brother but you aren't cunning enough to be in Slytherin. You would like to learn but you don't have that passion like Ravenclaws should. You seem loyal but only to your close friends so Hufflepuff isn't for you. But you seem very brave and I think you would do well in Gryffindor," now he spoke loud enough for Dumbledore to hear "Gryffindor, Professor."

"Let us go down to the feast now that you are dressed properly, shall we?" he asked as I looked at my robes. On the left chest was a crest with a lion over a gold and red shield. The colors reminded me of when I met Sirius. He was wearing boxers that looked like that.