This is the new chapter, what do you think? Hope you enjoy. And again, any confusions just post a comment and I'll reply as soon as I can. Oh yeah, this Diary extract is in Amelia Rose Holloway's point of view.

Dear Diary,

I guess it's safe to say that I'm officially on the Hogwarts Express. Goodbye Mum, goodbye human world and hello to freedom and magic. Right now, I'm in a cabin full of three other pests, yeah I shouldn't refer to them as pests, but I hardly care. Let's see, the first one is a girl; blonde, practically stick-thin, makeup freak and the list is endless. Yeah, I hate her. The next is a boy. You know them typical sporty guys that you meet? Bam. That's totally him. Yeah, I hate him too. The other ones a guy too, except he's a total jerk. You know them people who just look down on you because you couldn't care less about anything? Yep, hello there. See, I hate them all. Okay, maybe hate is a strong well, I just find them annoying.

Right now, I'm trying not to be grossed out at the blondie and sporty guy frolicking with each other, practically eating themselves. Okay, yes I'm exaggerating. But who wants to see a couple of sixteen year olds kissing? Eh, no? I almost felt sorry for the jerk for having to witness the whole thing, but then the most irritating thing happened. I wrote almost didn't I? Well, seems like this jerk has a jerkette girlfriend, (Yeah, I'm not sure if Jerkette is a word, but it should be one. Makes sense in this context) and even though there's meant to be a strict four only attendants in the cabin, guess who decides to come in? Yes, the jerkette. So while, I'm sitting here stuck between the jerk and jerkette practically looking like they're going to attack each other oh-so-lovingly, how you doing diary? Note: That was sarcasm by the way.

You know what's the other thing that seriously annoyed me? The fact that the jerkette had to read a book. I mean, shouldn't there be a law against bimbos reading books? Especially when that book is that over-rated stupid Twilight novel. Gross, a sparkling vampire? And a typical Mary Sue like girl? No thank you.

The stuffiness in the cabin is making me feel quite claustrophobic so I'm off to look for another cabin. Hah, see you later. Ciao.

Amelia Rose walked across the train frantically looking for a spare cabin, although she was failing. Seems like most of them are full, she thought. Clutching her bags and her diary, she slowly walked over the right side of Hogwarts Express, carefully seeing as the train was known for its sudden shakes. She came across a cabin on the far end that drew her attention. Cabin number 302, she thought. Please, let this be empty. She turned the door handle and crept in, suddenly she felt herself in another world as three other occupants were standing in the middle, two of them engrossed in an argument.

"You started it!" Ron Weasley's voice rang in Amelia Rose's ear.

Hermione scoffed loud enough for all four of them to hear. "Me? Me? You were the one that was irritating me in the first place." She pointed her index finger at Ron, stabbing his chest quite not so delicately.

"Guys.." Harry protested, whilst the other two stood completely ignoring him. "GUYS!" He roared louder.

"What?" Ron and Hermione said together as they let go of their argument.

"There's someone at the door." Harry said as he pointed towards a red haired girl with piercing midnight blue eyes and rouge lips.

Hermione turned to her right and bit her lip. "It's a girl."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." Ron retorted, as he coughed at one glance of the girl.

Harry rolled his eyes, completely unimpressed with how his two best friends behaved in public, especially in front of a pretty girl. "Erm, Hi." Harry began, "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He coughed, waiting for Hermione and Ron to introduce themselves. Hermione skipped over to the door and beckoned the girl to come inside, "Hello, I'm Hermione Granger and this here." She pointed at Ron and gave a fake smile, "This is Ron Weasel."

"Weasley. Ron Weasley." Ron corrected Hermione, giving her a slight glare.

"Right..." The girl replied. "I'm Amelia Rose Holloway. But you can call me Rose."

Ron said, "Rose? Nice name, Amelia Rose. Cool ring to it." Giving her a cheesy smile whilst Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yeah...when I say 'you can call me Rose' I actually mean you have to call me Rose." Rose smiled, half playful, half serious and annoyed.

Ron coughed at Rose's sudden cold attitude. He sure wasn't used to this.

Hermione laughed, "Gosh, no one ever said that to the Weasel before."

"I told you, my name is Weasley." Ron bit back.

"Weasel."

"Weasley."

"Weasel."

"Weasley!"

Rose stood, sorta awkwardly. Ron and Hermione were bickering again and she felt sort of weird at disturbing them and trespassing into their territory, if you can call it that. Harry helped her put her bags in a corner and beckoned her to sit beside him.

"I'm sorry about them two, they can get a bit -" Harry started to say.

"Affectionate?" Rose laughed.

"How'd you mean?" Harry asked.

"Oh you know, them two getting mad at each other like how couple's argue? Yep."

Harry thought for a bit. "So you think, them two...?"

"Hm. You mean Romione?"

"Ha, that's pretty funny. Although, I think both of them would rather attack each other than love each other."

"Isn't that what it is these days?" Rose commented.

Harry laughed. "Touché."

"Anyways, you don't mind that I'm here, do you? It's just that I had no where to go and the other cabins were full so..."

"Oh no. It's cool, so...yeah. I'm Harry Potter and welcome to our group."

"Right, the great Harry Potter." She said.

"Ugh, you know of that too?" Harry replied, he should've known, everyone...well almost everyone, knows about him and how he survived the 'Avada Kedavra' spell.

"Who doesn't?"

"I guess." He sighed.

"Anyways, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Voldemort was a ugh, bastard so he deserved everything that happened to him."

Harry looked at her, shocked. "What?" Rose asked.

"You said his name." He commented.

"Yeah.." Rose said, wondering if she said anything wrong. "What? Did I say it wrong or something? Or did he change his name too?"

"No, I mean. No. Its not that, just that people would rather not say his name, well everyone except -"

"Except me. Yeah, there's no point. That's his name, so what? Plus, he's hardly going to have me killed if I say Voldemort. That's like saying 'Bloody Mary', which I'm totally sure doesn't exist."

"Doesn't? What you actually tried?" He smiled.

"Well, yeah. Come on, a girl is curious!"

"You sound like you do everything and not be scared."

"Not always, I mean there was that one time when I walked into this haunted house." She said.

"Wait, haunted house? Seriously?" Harry said, confused.

"I was young then!" She defended herself. "Anyways, I didn't know it wasn't haunted, I just thought it was."

"Right.." Harry smirked.

"Shut up," She playfully hit his arm. "Anyways, I walked right up and I screamed."

Harry had lost it then and couldn't stop laughing, "Why?" He said once he got his breath back.

"I saw a spider."

"A spider?"

"Yeah, I hate spiders. With a passion. They're just so icky."

"Was it about as big as a basketball?"

"No, it was tiny. Although, if it was as big as a basketball, I'm sure I would've fainted there and then."

"Ah, couple of years ago, me and Ron had to defend ourselves from huge, gigantic spiders."

"Ew," Rose replied with a shudder, she glanced towards Ron and Hermione, who were sitting down besides each other, except they were completely ignoring the other. Hermione reading her book whilst Ron was playing with his pet rat.

"You going to talk to Romione?" Rose asked.

"Them two? Nah, I think I'll leave Romione to be quiet, it's been a while since they were this quiet." Harry smiled.

"Cool," Rose replied.

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