Hey it's Cira! Here is Chapter 3!

I hope you like! Face Claims are

Holland Roden as Ashriel

Chloƫ Grace Moretz as Lona Wren


Ashriel approached the compartment that was so close to hers. She glanced at the female blonde on her right. Lona was obviously thinking, if the furrow between her eyebrows was anything to go by. Ashriel figured Lona was wondering what the Boy-Who-Lived was like. The rumors about Harry Potter went all over the place, rangeing from Golden Boy Hero, to Future Dark Lord, and more.

To her right Ashriel noticed Draco reaching up and flattning his hair. Ashriel smirked, amused by the scene of posh Draco Malfoy trying to look better. Laughing lightly, Ashriel said: "Are you done preening yet, Malfoy?"

Ignoring the laugh from Lona, Draco scowled, "Do you realize how old the line of Potter is?" Poor Malfoy, Ashriel thought, Probably doesn't want to embarrass himself and his family.

Ashriel smiled. She knew of course, but to humor him, Ashriel rose an eyebrow, "How old?"

Draco sighed and shook his head. 'If Father knew I was having a friendly chat with a Weasley I would be doomed. Although it seems something's he tells me aren't true. Maybe i'll talk with Mother. She may be a Blood Purist, but she is rather fair in other matters.' Draco looked back at Ashriel, and frowned. 'At least he'll be pleased that I'm making an effort to befriend the Heir Presumptive to The House of Potter.'

Stopping outside the compartment, he told to the two girls: "The House of Potter is supposedly descended from the Peverell line. The Peverell's are the ones supposedly in told in the Tale of Three Brothers."

Lona raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

Draco nodded, then turned to the door where voices could be heard. Draco turned back when Ashriel sighed, "Lets hope that my brother hasn't embarrassed my family yet."

Lona gave the redhead a reassuring smile, "I'm sure it'll be fine. Even if he did-" Ashriel gave the blonde an irritated scowl -"You'll turn that opinion around, I am sure."

Draco nodded his head in agreement, before he turned and opened the door to the train compartment. All three were surprised by what they found on the inside. He is so small. They thought simultaneously.

The only other boy inside the compartment was a frail looking boy wearing oversized clothes. His jeans were folded over quite a few times, and his shirt was more like a dress than anything else. His was shorter than he should be with boney knees. He looked as though he hadn't been fed in weeks really. Bright green eyes were hidden behind broken, circular, glasses.

"So is it true?" Draco asked, "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other girls that had come in. Both were on the shorter side, but were clearly older than Harry was, if only by a year or two. One was a greenish-blue eyed girl with red hair-the same shade of Ron's hair in fact. The other girl was the same height with paler skin and light blonde hair. To Harry's great surprise he had met all three of the people before. It was the red haired girl who had shown him the way through the barrier, and the pale boy had been the one in the shop to tell him about the houses. The girl-Ash I think-seemed nice enough, and she was with Ron and his family. So if she is with the pale boy, then he can't be that bad right? Harry looked at the other girl and tried very hard to not let the surprise show on his face. He had bumped into this girl.

~August 31st 1991, Privet Drive~

Harry frowned as he dragged the trash to the dumpster in the middle of the night. While it was nice that the Dursley's no longer treated him as a direct slave, that didn't mean they didn't force him to do things. Muttering under his breath, Harry couldn't help but imitate his Aunt. "Why wouldn't it be different now that Dudley and Uncle Vernon don't hurt me. I still have to do things don't I?"

Harry tossed the trash into the dumpster at the end of Privet Drive, and turned-

and promptly fell on the ground.

Harry looked up as a pale hand came into view. A young girl stood in front of him. She had pale blonde hair and she had steel gray eyes, bordering on a pale sky blue. She had rather aristocratic features, and Harry was startled to find she looked an awful lot like the boy from the clothing shop in Diagon Alley. She seemed only a year older than Harry himself, but there was something off about her. It took a moment for Harry too realize that the girl gave off an aura Harry could only associate to magical people.

The girl raised her eyebrows. "Are you just going to sit there gawking at me?" she asked.

Harry blushed darkly, before reaching out and grasping the girls hand. "Sorry." Harry muttered.

"Who would've known I'd meet the famous Harry Potter only a day before I left to Hogwarts." The girl said, watching him curiously.

Harry gave the girl a suspicious look. "How do you know my name?" Harry asked.

The girl grinned, "Well I would have to be daft not to see that scar wouldn't I?" The girl motioned to Harry's scar, blue eyes alight with curiosity.

"So you're a witch then?" Harry found himself asking.

She nodded, "Yes, I am. But I bet you know plenty of magic, huh?"

Harry shuffled nervously, "Er, not-not really. My Aunt and Uncle don't seem to like magic." He admitted. But then Harry had to resist the urge to slap himself. What was he doing, spitting his life out to a random girl on the street?

It appeared that the girl thought along the same lines Harry did, because she eyed him warily now. "Not very sly of you is it? Talking about your family like that. For all you know I could be a supporter of You-Know-Who and have come to kill you as revenge." Her eyes narrowed, "Or perhaps my parents were, and I am simply completing their work."

Harry felt as though she were testing him. "Well," Harry started, "If that were true I would be dead by now, yeah?" Harry watched a calculating look spread across the girls' features, "After all, you've had more than enough time to do me in and hide my body."

She smirked, "You know what, Potter? That'd be a shame."

"Why?" Harry asked incredulously, startled by the change in her mood.

"You are going to make Hogwarts very interesting this year, no doubt." The girl said in amusement. With that she spun on her heel, and headed back in the opposite way she had come.

Harry quickly realized something, "Wait!" He called, making her pause, "I never got your name."

She turned to face him, eyes bright in mirth, "It's Lona, Lona Wren. But you can just call me Wren until I say otherwise." She looked at him with a critical eye, "It would be a good idea to look into Wizarding Etiquette if you do not know it already. It is very different from Muggle Etiquette, and you don't want to offend someone."

Harry flushed a bright red, "Yes, I'll, um, do that. Thank you." Harry said sheepishly.

Lona simply smiled and turned, her footsteps echoing down Privet Drive.

~ September 1st 1991, Hogwarts Express ~

Harry blinked in surprise. He was rather shocked to come across the same girl in barely under twenty-four hours. "I know you," Harry began, looking at Lona Wren. "I met you last night. Your name is Lona Wren right?"

Lona smiled, "I am glad you remembered my name. It's a pleasure to meet you again Potter." Despite the use of his last name, Harry found that Lona didn't say his name with distaste, and Harry could help the shy smile that spread across his face. Lona turned to the other girl that stood beside her. "Well don't be rude." She chided the girl, who pouted.

"I wasn' being rude. I was simply waitin' till you and Mr. Potter shared greetings." Beside her, the blonde boy from Madam Malkins coughed, as though he was hiding a laugh. The red head narrowed her eyes, which almost seemed to have darkened to a bloody red. However, it must have a trick of the light, because she turned to Harry with a big grin. With a small curtsy, she said "Hello, I never properly introduced myself, my name is Ashriel Weasley. But you can call me Ash for now if you like." She winked, "I'm not a stickler for the formal thing, you know?"

Harry awkwardly bowed at the waist a little, all the while forcing down his blush, "Er, I'm Harry Potter, it's nice to meet you."

Ashriel grinned at Harry, "You are adorable." She turned to Lona, ignoring the way Harry squawked in protest, "Isn't he adorable, Lona?"

Lona giggled, "Yes he is rather adorable when he gets flustered."

The blonde boy rolled his eyes, seemingly much friendlier than he was at the robes shop. "Ignore them," He started, "I haven't known them for long but they both seem to enjoy making other uncomfortable in some way." He paused and winced, "Er, I mean, they tease people. Not in a mean way, but-" the boy sighed. "Anyway, I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy."

Before Harry could introduce himself, Ron gave a snort-and not one of laughter. It was obviously a jab at Draco, if Harry's own experiences with Dudley and Piers told him anything. Ron cleared his throat, and gave a smirk when Draco scowled.

Draco opened his mouth to retort, but Ashriel beat him to it. "Ronald Weasley." She growled. Harry took a startled step back, because it wasn't a trick of the light when Ashriel's eyes became a bloody red. "You bloody well better apologize."

Ron scowled, "He's a Malfoy, I don' need to apologize to 'im!" Ron snapped, and glared at Draco, whose lips curled into a sneer. Then, Ron looked at Lona. His eyes narrowed, and it took at moment to realize Ron was glaring at Lona's robes. "Besides, she's a slimy Slytherin. Why the bloody hell are you hanging out with them?"

Ashriel's glared hardened, "Slytherin's aren't 'slimy'. What they are is ambitious, sly, and cunning. That does not make them evil, Ronald."

Ron scoffed, seemingly unaware that both Lona and Draco were now glaring at him viciously. In fact, Harry was sure that Ron would be dead a million times over if looks could kill-and that wasn't counting the deadly look Ashriel had pinned to Ron. Ron crossed his arms, forcing poor Scabbers awake. "Oh, so name one good wizard from Slytherin then."

Ashriel smirked, "Merlin."

Ron spluttered, "But-But that doesn't count! Name a wizard whose alive today!"

Ashriel furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, clearly thinking, and then she snapped her fingers. "The Moon family!" She grinned triumphantly, "The Moon family is descended from a long line of Slytherin's, until during the first Wizarding War, the current Lord took his family to America. He didn't get away from the War totally, but he got away from the main action. After all, You-Know-Who was centered mostly here in Britian."

Ron opened his mouth to make a rebuttal, but froze when black streaks started to fade into his sister's hair. "Er, right." Ron awkwardly looked away, and continued to sit there.

Draco scoffed, and turned to Harry, "You'll soon find there are certain wizards that are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand to shake Harry's, and for a moment, Harry thought about not taking it. But then he saw the way Lona and Ashriel stood side by side, and how Ashriel stood against her brother for these two. Harry could just tell that Ashriel was a good person, and if she trusted Draco, than Harry would as well.

So Harry smiled, and reached out to shake Draco's, "If we can be friendly, than I insist you call me Harry."

Draco grinned back at him, "Only if you call me Draco."


AND SCENE!

So chapter three is done! Sorry it took a while. Face Claims are Holland Roden as Ashriel, and Chloƫ Grace Moretz as Lona Wren. Obvious Draco is Tom Felton, and Harry is Daniel Radcliffe, and Ron is Rubert Grint. The actors from the movies won't change. Anyway, so there was a mention of the third OC

The third OC, Kaleigh, won't come in till The Chamber of Secrets. She is also paired with Fred. I have an idea for the OC's but I might just make that a separate AU in my spare time or something. Anyway, please leave a review about what you think!