Sadie and I gaped at the two boys—one who was my brother. They looked at us nervously. Harry Potter-my brother -brushed his hair out of his eyes. The other boy shifted his legs uneasily.

"Er, hello," said the redheaded boy. "May I help you?" Sadie seemed to come to her senses first. She thrust me into the compartment.

"She wanted to sit in this compartment." She turned around and left, giving me a queer look. I sat down quickly, looking out of the window. When I finally turned around to look at the boys, they were looking at me expectantly.

"Er, sorry, what?"

"I asked if she was your sister." Harry Potter-my brother-said kindly.

"Oh, no, she's just someone I met. On the train. In the hallway." I said, nervously twirling a strand of my reddish-orange hair. Harry Potter-my brother- nodded and looked back at the other boy.

"This is Ron Weasley and I'm Harry Potter. What's your name?"

"Er, I'm, er, Olivia." I said, hoping they wouldn't notice the lack of a last name. They did, however, and kept looking at me. I couldn't decide what to say, so it ended up like "Polack."

"Olivia Polack." Said Ron, looking amused.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Weasel, did you say something?" I asked, my voice dripping with poison. Ron turned bright red.

"Nothing." He muttered. Harry looked entertained.

"So, do you come from a wizarding family?" he asked intently.

"Er, yeah, yeah I do." I mean, as far as Grandmother told me, the Blacks and Potters were as pureblood as you can get. Sure, my mother was Muggle-born, but she still saved Harry Potter-my brother-'s life. And Grandmother says she was amazing, which is good enough for me. Apparently I look just like her, but with my dad's hazel eyes.

"I haven't heard of the name Polack before." Ron said.

"Well, I haven't heard of a Weasel being able to talk, so I guess we both had a misconception, didn't we?" I glared at him. Frankly, I surprised myself with my defensiveness of the last name Polack. Maybe because it kind of was the truth. I had always been raised as a Black, but now I was a Potter. So maybe I was a hybrid? Ron turned red again and crossed his arms, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, Olivia, but if you're from a wizarding family, how come you didn't go all mad when I said I'm Harry Potter?" he asked, his green eyes curious. "Oh, not that I'm trying to brag or anything, I'm just wondering." He added hastily.

Shoot. How was I supposed to get out of this one? Think Olivia, think.

"To be honest," I said, racking my brain for an idea, "if you're already so famous, do you really need a bigger head? Honestly, I'm sure everyone has fawned over you constantly! If I were you, I'd want at least one person to treat me normally." Merlin, I hope that was satisfactory for them. Harry-my brother- did look pleased with my answer.

"Exactly! I can't even remember that day, so, what's the point of me being famous if I don't know what I did!" Harry grinned. "I feel like I know you somehow. I don't know."

"I'm a Potter." I blurted out.

Aw, darn it, Olivia, can't you keep your mouth shut for once?