I never thought that things would end up like this. I blame my brother; it's all his fault anyways. He ratted me out, well, my cousin did too but I don't blame her. She couldn't help it, but my brother could. Now I'm stuck in a situation I didn't even choose. Sweet…

I lean my head against the bumping glass of the taxi's window. The cold soothes my raging mind as does the soft patter of rain drops. I stare blankly at the world outside moving in a blur, unfamiliar with the landscape of what will become my new home.

London.

I've always dreamed of coming here, but always of my free will and after all of my schooling was finished. Now I'm being forced to transfer with only one freakin' year left. Go me. I'm passing sites I've seen in movies and described in books, but I don't have the time or the attitude for site-seeing. My train to the countryside leaves in about two hours. The thought dawns on me that I'm completely without a map or any knowledge of this area of the world. Woot.

"Here we are, King's Cross train station." the cabbie informs me.

"Right, thanks for the ride." I quickly say back. I fumble with the money and soon manage to get my luggage and I soaked from the rain. Quickly loading my stuff on a trolley, I make my way under the building's cover. Slowly but surely I make my way over to a bench and claim my spot, though I doubt anyone would sit with me anyways. I have a certain look to me that usually turns normal folks away, for you see my hair is the shade of the most obnoxious purple. It is my favorite color, so I thought why not wear it on my head? It's not that I'm into that whole punk Goth thing; I really just like the color. I noticed that I got some stares from those passing by but not as many as I usually get back home. 'Maybe this place won't be so bad' I thought wistfully to myself.

I pulled most ungraciously from this reprieve by a passerby who decided I need more than just a casual passing glance. I couldn't believe it this guy actually sat down next to me and started asking me "how much". WTF!!!! I do not look like a prostitute. Now I'll admit my jeans were ripped and I was wearing a tight t-shirt but nothing like a prostitute would dress. 'Maybe they are different here from the ones in the states.' I pondered to myself. I kindly told the man that I'm not that kind of woman and if he would please leave me to sit here. Unfortunately this didn't work…

"'Ello, love. Why's a beauty like you all alone on a day like this, hm?" said the crazy man. He was probably around forty-ish and had the worst breath on the face of the planet. I soon found out why. After his greeting he flashed what I guess was supposed to be a winning smile, but it instead revealed a row of decaying teeth. Ew…

"Ah, there you are darling. The train's about to leave, we should really get a move on. Who's this? Did you make a friend?" said a voice from out of nowhere.

I turned around so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. The voice belonged to a older woman probably around her late thirties, early forties. She was dressed in what I could only call a clean business suit. It was one of those 'I mean every word I ever say ever' kind of suits, but she saved me so I wasn't going to question her.

"I was just leaving mum." said the rotting teeth guy and he scurried away to find another victim.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" said my mystery savior. "Hm, a quiet one eh? Well, I'm sure that will go away once you get to know some people. I'm sure this is difficult for you and as the Headmaster said this wasn't exactly your idea, but you agreed because your parents wanted you to go."

By this point I was more than enough confused, but when she mentioned Dumbledore the Headmaster of my new school I got super confused. "What?" was all I managed to get out.

"Oh excuse me, pardon my horrific manners. My name is Minerva McGonagall. I will be your transfiguration teacher while you are at Hogwarts. I've been assigned the task of seeing you safely on the train, seeing that this is the first time that you have been in the country. "She flashed a warm smile, something tells me that this may be the only time I see such a smile from her. She had a strict quality about her.

"Oh okay, I'm Melody Chambers. It is a pleasure to meet you Professor. You have perfect timing. Are all people in London that rude?"

"No most certainly not. That was merely a chance greeting with some of the scum that reside on some of the more unholy streets. "

I glanced up at the clock on the wall and at the time on my ticket. We had only about fifteen minutes to get to the platform, which I just realized didn't seem to exist. "Where is platform nine and three quarters?" I asked my new Professor.

"I keep forgetting that you aren't from around here. The platform is hidden between the normal platforms of nine and ten. You simply have to run at the barrier between them and then you're there." She explained calmly.

"Yeah, sure, that makes sense I guess…"

"It's nothing to worry about I assure you and I'll be with you the entire time. I'll keep you safe."

"Alright, I guess we should get going to train leaves in ten minutes."

"Right you are. Let's go." She started off briskly towards the barrier. "Stay close now. It'll be crowded on the other side."

I kept as close to her as possible without actually touching her, I didn't need her thinking I was a weak little worry wart, but the truth is I was scared. She made sure that I was still with her and the nodded and took off at almost a jog with me right on her tail. I started to freak. 'All my stuff is going to go flying from the trolley onto the pavement.' I thought to myself. We were much too close to stop now. We were going to crash. I braced myself for the impact, but it never came. I opened my eyes, which had clamped shut from fear, and saw that I was standing on a train platform with hundreds of students all packed on it. They were shouting greetings and talking about their summers. It was all a bit of a sensory overload. I instinctively looked for Professor McGonagall, but I couldn't find her. Of course I of all people would lose my guide. Fan-freakin-tastic.