A/N: So here's the first chapter to my new story! I thought I'd never think of something to write, but obviously I did! So review it, tell me what you think. Enjoy!

It was somewhere near midnight. The streets of New York were alive as ever. This city is as sleepless as Seattle; always busy and never had time to stop. Everyone had to be somewhere. The parents of a family had to go to work to pay the bills and feed the kids. The kids had to go to school to learn and be educated, so they could get jobs of their own and repeat the history of their parents. But I wasn't going to work or going to school. I had to stay hidden, so I couldn't be caught by Division; so I wouldn't die.

The apartment we were staying in was rundown; it probably hasn't been rented out in years. It was dirty and dark. The only light source we had came from the cars zooming past the apartment building. We have been staying in this dark, pathetic hide-out for 3 weeks now. Hiding here was useless. We were bound to get caught sooner or later; I keep seeing images of us getting caught. I keep all of the images I have in a sketch book, like Cassie does. Cassie is a crappy artist but not crappy enough to know what she's drawing. Her drawings were the same as mine right now; all four of us, dead. We were thinking the same thing: the longer we stayed in here, the closer we came to our death.

I watched the light flash by the window, temporarily blinding me. I counted all of the cars that passed by the apartment. I couldn't do anything else; if I went outside, Division might catch me. I knew that they were around here somewhere. They weren't outside of the building, but they weren't that far away.

Cassie quietly walked over to Nick's side. She handed him her sketch book, and he looked at her newest sketch. He looked around at all of us and then back at the paper. He sighed deeply and slammed the book shut.

"You know we can't stay here forever," Cassie said, "We'll get caught and they'll kill us."
"Or they'll torture us then kill us," Rosaline added as she pushed her blue hair away from her face.

Nick didn't say anything. He just looked out the window with me. I looked up at him pleadingly. He finally looked back at me.

"Please Nick," I said. "We have to go."

Nick sighed again and pinched the tip of his nose. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to escape for one second. He opened his eyes and thought for a while.

"Fine," he said, "We'll go."

I smiled, to say thank you.

"I know where you can hide," he said to me.

"Only me?" I asked, "You guys aren't coming?"

"Cassie and I will be near by," Nick said, "Rosaline will be with you to keep an eye on you."

"So where are we going?" Rosaline asked.

"London," Nick said.

"Why London?" I asked.

"There's a boarding school there," Cassie explained, "It's a very big school and very safe. It's also very hard to find, so it will take Division at least a year to find you."

"What is it called?" Rosaline asked.

"Hogwarts," Nick answered.

"Hogwarts?" I asked, "What kind of a school is that?"

"A school of witchcraft and wizardry," Nick said.

"Witchcraft?" I repeated.

"And wizardry?" Rosaline added, "But that's for...magic, which doesn't exist."

"It actually does," Cassie said, "It's been a school for hundreds of years. The fact that it's a school for wizards and witches is what makes it so hard to find. It's hidden away in London. And Division doesn't think that it exists so it makes it even harder for them to find you."

"You've been thinking about this for a while haven't you?" I asked.

"It was her idea," Nick said.

"But wouldn't we have to be witches in order to go to the school?" Rosaline asked.

"I already talked to the headmaster," Nick said, "He knows that you two don't have any magical powers, but would love to help. Dumbledore never turns down those in need. He just suggests that you stay unknown to most of the students. He already sorted you into the Ravenclaw house so you wouldn't be acknowledged. You just be like everyone else there."

I guess I didn't have much of a choice. It was the only way I could hide from Division. And staying here was just risking my chance of living.

"Alright," I said.

"I guess we're going to London," Rosaline shrugged.

That night we snuck out of the apartment, unseen and unheard. We took the next flight to London. Once we got there, we rented out a room in a near by hotel. The next morning we had to go to the train station. School was starting tomorrow. We had already gotten everything we needed for our classes; wands, caldrons, robes, etc. I was anxious that we had gotten this far into the plan. I thought we'd get caught as soon as we stepped outside. But so far, so good.

I finally got some sleep that night. It felt good to sleep; the soft touch of the pillow was pleasant. The covers held me gently as I entered a peaceful dream land. I dreamed that I was normal, like any other person in this world; I didn't know about psychic warfare or wizardry existing. They were only fairy tales. I liked this dream. It made me feel like I didn't have a single worry in the world. No one wanted to probe me, hunt me down or kill me. I just smiled and lived my life. But my smile went away when Nick shook me awake.

"It's time to go," he said.

He didn't smile or even look me in the eye. I knew he hated this as much as I did. Nick couldn't last 10 minutes without knowing if I was alive. We've been around each other too long to not care about one another.

Rosaline and I packed everything we needed. I was soon ready to go; and so was Rosaline. Cassie called a cab for us. Nick and Cassie weren't going to the train station with us, otherwise we'd look suspicious. The only time for goodbyes was now.

I hugged Cassie first.

"Remember to blend in," Cassie said, "And be nice, you might meet some people."

"Right," I smiled, "I'll miss you, too."

Cassie was never great with words. She didn't know much about trust. Hell, none of us did. We only trusted each other.

I then stood in front of Nick. We stood there silently for a moment. I decided to just hug him, and not say anything. The hug itself said a lot. I finally pulled away and grabbed my things.

"Bye," I said once again.

Rosaline waved goodbye to them and then we both left for the taxi waiting outside. We placed what we could in the trunk and then stuffed the rest in the back.

"Where to ladies?" the driver asked.

"The train station, please," Rosaline said.

The driver started up the car and we were off. I watched as the town zoomed by my window. It flew by so quickly because before I knew it, we were at the train station. We got our stuff out of the cab, paid the driver and quickly went to station.

"Where's our train?" I asked Rosaline.

"Platform 9 3/4," she said.

"9 3/4?" I repeated.

"That's what it says on the card," she said.

"We'll never be able to find that," I sighed.

We passed Platform 9 and then Platform 10.

"See," I said, "There's no 9 3/4."

"This makes no sense," Rosaline said.

Suddenly we heard a group of people chattering away. One of them mentioned Platform 9 3/4. I turned around and saw a family of fiery redheads. Rosaline and I started to follow them. They stopped at the wall between Platforms 9 and 10.

"Fred, George," the mother said, "You two first."

A pair of redheaded twins took their carts and started to charge at the wall. They were going to crash. But they ended up...not. They actually went through the wall. Then a young girl went through. Then I noticed a boy, surprisingly not redhead, go through the wall after her. Rosaline and I were looking at them go through the wall one at a time in total shock.

"Holy shit," Rosaline muttered.

"We have to go through there?" I asked.

"Apparently," she said.

Once they all went through, it was our turn. I decided to go first.

"Well," I sighed, "Here goes nothing."

I took a deep breath and charged forward. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting to feel the brick slam into my face; but it never comes. I open my eyes and see that I'm in another train station. I made it. Soon after, Rosaline came shooting through the wall. She stopped, but her eyes were still closed.

"Am I dead yet?" she asked.

I poked her on the shoulder which made her open her eyes. She looked at her surroundings curiously.

"Does it look like your dead?" I asked.

"Shut up, Aaralyn," she muttered.

I laughed and dragged her towards the train. We handed an employee the stuff we wouldn't be bringing into the compartments. We quickly got onto the train before it left.

We passed a lot of compartments, but still couldn't find an empty or at least half full compartment. Finally there was one that we could sit in, it only had three people in there. I slid the door open and poked my head in.

"Excuse me," I said as they all looked up at me, "Do you mind if we sit here? Everywhere else is full."

"Go ahead," said the girl of the group.

I smiled and opened the door all the way to let Rosaline in with me. We both sat down next to a boy that had messy black hair and round glasses. Across from us was a redhead boy and a girl with wavy and partially frizzy brown hair. They looked like they were our age; 14.

"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl said.

"Hi," Rosaline said, "I'm Rosaline Moriali."

"And I'm Aaralyn White," I said.

"Nice to meet you both," Hermione smiled. She looked over at the boy next to her and nudged him with her elbow. He flinched and then straightened up.

"Oh sorry," he said, "I'm Ron Weasley."

"I'm Harry Potter," said the boy next to me.

"So what houses are you all in?" I asked.

"We're all in Gryffindor," Hermione said.

"Are you new here?" Ron asked, "I've never seen you two before."

"We're in Ravenclaw," I said, "We both like being quiet. We don't exactly like all attention on us."

"Yeah," Rosaline added, "We don't really have that many friends."

"It's strange," Harry said, "I think I would have noticed someone with electric blue hair."

Rosaline blushed as she pushed her blue bangs away.

"I dyed it over the summer," she lied.

"I guess that explains it," Hermione shrugged.

This was going nicer than I expected. I was worried about talking to students from Hogwarts; about what they would think of us. But it was actually okay. They seemed nice.