"Micheal?" I ask him. He was standing behind me with his trolley packed full. On top sat Malor. His black cat curled in a ball in her cage.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Do I really run through this? Or are you just pulling my leg?" I ask him.

"I guess you'll just have to find out," He smirks. 

"I'll just wait," I say. I back up and a family of gingers and a single brunette walk forward. It was a boy around my age, a set of older looking twins, a small girl, an older boy, and an older woman most likely the mother of the group. They all seemed together, with their matching red hair. One of the twins looks back at me and smiles. I wave kindly.

"Those boys are trouble," Micheal whispers. His green eyes shinning as he leans down. 

"Be nice," I say. 

"No seriously they are big trouble," He says, "like twins of terror." I roll my eyes and watch them patiently.The brunette stood behind the family. He was smaller and all alone. After the seemingly one of the boys runs into the wall I look back at Mikey angrily.

 "So you do run through!" I yell causing people to look at me. The twin from earlier chuckles.

"Be quiet you dimwit," Micheal says.

"Stop being a jerk," I say. The family clears out and I run through. On the other side, it was a whole different world. "Woah," I say looking around. There was on old black train and puffy white smoke around. It was neat.  I step over and Micheal comes running through. He looks at me and chuckles at my amazement.

"Told ya," He says. I stick my tongue out at him and walk to the train. After we load our luggage we step aboard the train. Once inside Mikey looks around and smiles, "I see Melody," He says, "Y/n go mingle."

"I don't want too," I say.

"Seriously make some friends," He says.

"No thanks," I say. He groans.

"Goooooooo," He whines.

"No," I say.

"PLeaseeeeeeeeeeeee??" He begs.

"Fine," I groan. I walk through and look through the compartments. Full. Full. Full. Ugh, stupid Micheal. So much for his good guy reputatuion. Because Mikey was an asshole. Leaving me alone. Me his first year baby sister. For some girl that he won't remember in 2 weeks. I pop into the empty looking compartment to see one of the gingers from earlier. "Hello," I say, "May I sit here?"

"Of course," The brunette says. "I'm Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?" I ask.

"Yes," he says.

"My brother told me about you," I say, "all good things. I'm Y/n Cultven."

"And I'm Ron, Ron Weasley," The ginger says.

"Well Hello to you both," I say.

"Why is your hair like that?" Ron asks. I grab the end of my purple locks.

"Mispronunciation of a curse," I say, "I got away with purple hair, and the guy died so. I mean I think I got the better deal."

"Interesting," Ron says.

"Does it always stay that color?" Harry asks.

"As far as I've seen yes," I say I sit down beside Ron and he smiles kindly.

"Anything off the Trolley dears?" The trolley lady asks.

"No thanks," Ron says holding up a sad bag of food, "I'm all set."

"We'll take the lot!" Harry says handing her gallons. She hands us the candy and Harry sits it by him. They both split it up. Ron tosses one of the boxes of Chocolate to me.

"No thanks," I say.

"No Y/n its fine really," Harry says. I smile and nod.

"Thank you," I say. I open the box and start to eat it.

" Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans? They mean every flavor. There's chocolate and peppermint and also ..spinach, liver, and tripe. George sweared he got a booger-flavored one once," Ron says.

 "Are they real frogs?" Harry asks looking at his box.

"It's a spell," I say.

"Besides its the card you want," Ron says.

"Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I've got about 500 meself," Ron says.

"Watch it!" I yell as I watch the frog jump onto the window. It climbs up and then hops out the window.

"That's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them," Ron says.

"I've got Dumbledore!" Harry yells.

"- I got about six of him," Ron says.

"Want mine?" I ask Ron, "you can have 12."

"Hey, he's gone!" Harry exclaims.

"Well duh," I say.

"You can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?" Ron says holding a fat rat. "This is Scabbers. Pathetic, isn't he?" 

"A little," Harry says.

"Yeah," I say.

"Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Want to see?" Ron says pulling out his wand.

"Yeah!" Harry and I say.

"Sunsh-"

"Has anyone seen a toad?" A girl with puffy hair asks as she stands in the doorway of the compartment. "A boy named Neville's lost one." We shake our heads.

 "No," Ron says.

"Sorry," I say.

"Oh, are you doing magic?" she says,"Let's see, then." Ron points his wand at the rat and clears his throat.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!" Ron says. It zaps the box of its head. But doesn't turn him yellow.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" the girl says, "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've only tried a few simple ones myself... but they've all worked for me." She moves to sit in front of Harry. "For example: Oculus Reparo."

"Woah," I say looking at Ron.

"That's better, isn't it?" She asks. "Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And you guys are...?" She looks at me with wide eyes.

"Y/n Cultven," I say.

"I should have known because of the hair," She says, "I've read a lot about your family." Strange.

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron says with a full mouth.

"- Pleasure," She says in disgust, "You three better change into robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon."

"Thanks, Hermione," I say. She starts to leave then turns to Ron.

"You've got dirt on your nose. Did you know? Just there," she says. He wipes it away and she leaves. I pull out my Robe and slip it over my clothes. Micheal made me wear the uniform underclothes so I didn't have to change on the train. The boys however had to actually change. 

"I can leave real quick so you can change," I say.

"No its fine," They say. 

"Alright," I say, "do you mind if I tag along with you two?"

"We don't mind,"Harry says.

"Great," I say.

"I figure we be friends," Ron says.

"I agree," I say.