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Finally, during the last day of August, Rosalie decided that she better speak up about needing a ride to the train station in London. She knew better than to mention Hogwarts and magic to Aunt Marge, as the professor had written earlier stating that she was not to know about their world.

"Ah, Aunt Marge?" Rosalie finally spoke at dinner one night.

She received a grunt in response.

"Could you drive me to King's Cross?"

Finally, Aunt Marge looked up. "Why?"

"Er, because that's where the pr—er, teacher is going to meet me at to take me to the school," Rosalie kept her gaze down as she spoke.

It was silent for at least a minute before Aunt Marge spoke. "I guess. I have to go up to London anyway. Might as well."

"Why do you have to go to London?" Rosalie wondered, curious.

"Whatever happened that day—" Aunt Marge displayed her hands, front and back, "—the blisters still haven't gone from my hands. I'm going up to the doctor's to get someone to look at it."

"Oh." And with that, Rosalie escaped back upstairs again.

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On the first day of September, Rosalie woke up at six o'clock. Aunt Marge wouldn't be up until at least eight o'clock, so she settled herself by making herself some toast, even though she could only nibble the sides. She went back to her room, reorganizing her supplies in her trunk and bag, and made sure that Pipper's cage was securely locked.

Finally, Aunt Marge came to Rosalie's room at nine sixteen.

"Come on, then. I haven't got all day," she snapped. "Are you ready? I must get to the doctors soon."

Rosalie nodded, pulling her bag onto her shoulders. Lifting her trunk and Pipper's cage in her hands, she followed Aunt Marge to the car. She left her bags in the trunk, while Pipper rode in her cage beside Rosalie .

"I still don't see why this school requires an owl," Aunt Marge grumbled. "And what's with the strange dates and stuff?"

"What?" Rosalie questioned, confused.

"Christmas holiday." Aunt Marge repeated. "The boarding school only has you come back home for summer holiday. I won't be expecting you home until it's required."

"Oh." Rosalie shifted in her seat. "Alright."

The rest of the car ride was silent, Rosalie uncomfortably staring out of the window.

They finally arrived at the train station, Aunt Marge remaining in the car. "If you think that I am going to get out and help you, well, your thoughts wrong." She spoke.

Rosalie sighed, unloading all of her things and Pipper onto a cart. The closed the trunk calling out, "I'm done now. I'll see you on summer holiday!"

"Remember, if they give out beatings there, I'll expect them to give you the strongest ones," Aunt Marge called back, starting the car.

Rosalie sighed, hurrying inside. It was packed inside the building, hundreds of people all hurrying to their train. She made her way to platform nine, and looked around. There was no platform nine and three quarters, only a platform eight and platform ten.

She stopped several people, asking them for Platform 9¾, but they simply said that there wasn't one. She moved on, asking for the train that left at eleven o'clock, but apparently there wasn't one, either. There weren't many people to ask down where she was, as few people had a train to catch this far down.

It was now ten till eleven, and Rosalie was growing quite anxious. She wondered if it was too late to write to Professor McGonagall and explain her situation.

Right before she sat down to begin a letter, she noticed a family of redheads and a boy with brown hair. Actually, it sort of seemed as if the boy with brown hair was following them and attempting to not be seen. What really caught her eye was the fact that the brown haired boy had an owl, and the others were loaded down with trunks, all on a cart, of course.

Rosalie remained where she was, leaning over to the side a bit in order to be able to see a plump woman with a little girl standing in front of the boys. She thought that the woman would be their mother, and perhaps the little girl was their little sister.

"Platform 9¾, this way!" The woman announced. They stopped at the wall, and the woman and the girl swung around. "All right Percy, you first." The woman gestured with her arm, and the first boy lined up with the wall. He began running at it, and Rosalie was sure that he would crash into it. A man passed between her and the boy, and as he passed, she saw that the boy was gone.

Rosalie stood, the parchment and quill tumbling, forgotten, to rest at her feet.

"Fred, you next." The woman nodded.

Rosalie could now see that she was talking to one of two twins. The boy she wasn't talking to looked over to his twin. "He's not Fred, I am."

"Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother." The twin that the woman originally spoke to added.

The woman shook her head in apology. "Oh, I'm sorry, George."

The twin lined himself up with the wall, before turning to his mother. "I'm only joking; I am Fred." He took off at a run before his mother could say anything, disappearing into the wall. His twin followed quickly after.

Rosalie was sure that if she was to try that, she would crash into the wall. She quickly put away the parchment and quill, holding on to her cart.

The brown haired boy approached them, calling out, "Excuse me!"

The mother approached him as he stuttered his way through asking her to help him get through the barrier.

"How to get onto the platform? Not to worry, dear. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well. Now, all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten. Best to do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous." The mother explained to him, patting his back reassuringly.

"Good luck," the little girl said to the boy, and the boy ran at the wall, and then he was gone.

Rosalie was still quite nervous at the idea of running full speed towards a brick wall. Pipper hooted, bumping against her cage. She quickly shushed her, looking around to see if she had drawn any attention.

When Rosalie returned her gaze to the mother and little girl, she found that they were looking at her. The mother smiled, motioning her forwards.

"First time too, dear?" The mother asked once Rosalie got close enough, and she nodded.

The mother examined her nervous posture before nodding to herself. "Alright, I suppose that the three of us can fit into the wall together." The mother grabbed onto the cart, holding the little girl with her other hand "Ready?"

Rosalie nodded. The three of them ran at the wall—she was sure that they would hit it—she closed her eyes—and nothing happened.

Rosalie opened her eyes to find the mother and little girl smiling at her. "That wasn't so bad, now was it, dear? I know that it can be a bit scary your first time."

Rosalie smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

"Oh, it was nothing." The mother smiled at her happily.

She turned her eyes forward, and gasped. A large red train waited on the tracks, the front reading HOGWARTS EXPRESS 5972. All around her, people pushed carts, held animals, and wore robes. They were all in clusters of their own, chatting and laughing as they waited.

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Rosalie sat alone in the train compartment, flipping through one of the books she bought. After saying goodbye to the mother and little girl, who told her that her it was her youngest son Ron's first year too, she was helped with her luggage by the twins, who had just finished helping the brown haired boy.

The Hogwarts Express chugged past different places, many more than Rosalie had ever seen before. They were all very pretty, and she found herself looking out of the window more than reading her book.

"Hey, d'ya mind if we sit in here?"

Rosalie looked up. It was the twins from earlier, and she smiled. "No, come on in."

The two boys settled across from her. "I'm George, and this is Fred." The boy on the right said.

"Don't worry if you get us mixed up. Everyone does a lot. We find it rather funny," Fred added, earning another smile from Rosalie .

A trolley came by, filled with candy. "Anything off the trolley, dears?"

The twins shook their heads, looking remorseful. After a moment of consideration, she pulled out several coins. "Buy something," she urged.

Fred shook his head. "Oh, no. We can't take your money like that." His brother nodded in agreement.

"I barely know anything about the world of magic. The least you can do is buy me some candy and educate me," she replied, depositing half of the coins into each brothers' lap.

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"What's Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?" Rosalie asked, holding up a boy.

"They're just jelly beans, but they means every flavor." Fred explained.

"I got a booger flavored one before," George added, making a face.

Rosalie opened the box, trying one. "Pepper," she announced in between coughs.

"Oh, pepper? That's nothing. Here, try this one." George held out a yellow and red one. Rosalie took it slowly, examining it.

"Wait!" Fred pulled a wrapper from the pile of candy. "Here. for you to spit it out in. I've got two good ones ready for after," he added.

"That bad, huh?" Melanie wondered.

"Oh, you've got no idea," Fred replied.

Rosalie popped it into her mouth, chewing. After a few moments, she gagged, coughing, her eyes watering from the horrid taste. The boys, laughing, holding out the wrapper and two good jelly beans. She coughed the jelly bean into the wrapper, taking one of the good ones. She began chewing, and shook her head. "All I taste is the vomit," she coughed.

Fred laughed. "Eat the other one. It'll eventually go away."

She slowly chewed on the second one, nodding. "Peppermint."

"Wanna know a secret to them?" George offered. Rosalie nodded.

"If you pinch them, you can smell if they're good or bad," Fred told her, grinning. She grinned back, taking a purple and gold box from the candy pile.

"These aren't real chocolate frogs, are they?" She asked the twins after reading the front. They shook their heads. "Only a spell," George said. "Besides, you really want the cards inside," Fred finished. "We've each got about six hundred apiece."

"Six hundred?" Rosalie asked, astonished. "That's so many!"

"Well, see, there's different people on each card, so it's like a collection. But you keep getting the same ones over and over again, so you wind up with a lot more than you actually want." Fred explained. "Here, I've already opened this one, you can have it. It's one of the most common cards; Albus Dumbledore. He's the Headmaster at Hogwarts. You'll meet him soon."

Rosalie took the card that Fred handed her.

Albus Dumbledore

Currently Headmaster of Hogwarts

Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for the defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelward in 1945, for the discovery of twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

"I've got about ten of him." George commented, taking a bite of a large gummy worm.

She examined the 3-D photo of the elderly man, watching as he smiled and waved at her.

"They move?" Rosalie was surprised.

"Yeah, 'course they do." Fred nodded.

"The Muggle photos don't move," Rosalie commented.

"Really? I've heard of them, but I've never actually seen those," George replied.

She nodded. She was startled when Professor Dumbledore left the photo. "Where did he go?"

"Well, you can't expect him to stay there all day. Imagine how boring that would be." Fred pointed out, handing her a pumpkin pastry. She bit into it, swallowing the sweet taste.

"So, first year, huh? What house d'ya think you'll be in?" George wondered.

"Oh, I haven't really thought about it," Rosalie replied. "What house are you two in?"

"Gryffindor!" Both twins cheered. "The best of the best."

"What are the other houses like?" Rosalie wondered.

"Well, there's Gryffindor, the best of the best, Ravenclaw, the smart ones, Hufflepuff, the... well, they're described as being loyal, and then Slytherin. I think you'll be in... Gryffindor, probably." Fred explained.

"By the way, did you see Harry Potter earlier?" George asked Rosalie , who shook her head.

"No, I don't know who he is." She replied, finishing the pastry.

"He's the Boy Who Lived, the one who defeated You-Know-Who," Fred informed her. "I'll tell you his real name—Voldemort. The spell left a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead."

"He defeated Voldemort as a baby?" Rosalie questioned, not completely believing the story the twins were telling her.

The twins continued to fill Rosalie in on the wizardry stuff she didn't know about, until a girl with bushy brown hair came around to their compartment. "You'll want to change into your robes now. We're almost to Hogwarts. I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."

"I'm Fred Weasley, this George Weasley, and Rosalie ." Fred introduced. She was grateful that Fred left her last name out of the introduction. "Thanks for the heads-up."

The twins left the compartment for Rosalie to change, and she did the same for them.

"You'll be going with the first years with Hagrid to Hogwarts. Then you'll be sorted into your house. You'll sit with your house in the Great Hall. There's really nothing to be worried about," Fred reassured the nervous redhead, who was nervously chewing on her lip.

She nodded, placing her books back into her bag. The three of them stood, walking out of the compartment as the train stopped.

Rosalie filtered in with the other first years, waving goodbye to the twins. She wound up next to a brown hair boy with glasses who she believed was Harry Potter, Hermione, a boy who kept muttering about a toad, and a boy with red hair, who Rosalie recognized from the train station as Ron Weasley, the youngest brother of the twins. Darkness was kept at bay by lanterns that stood along the sidewalk.

They walked towards a large man who was carrying a lantern, who was calling out, "Right then, first years, this way please! Come on now first years, don't be shy. Come on now, hurry up."

As they approached the man, he spoke to the brown haired boy. "Hello, Harry!"

"Hi, Hagrid!" The boy, Harry, replied, smiling. As the first years gathered around, the man, Hagrid, called out, "Right then. this way to the boats. Come on now, follow me." He turned, leading them away from the train.

"No more than five and no less that four to a boat!" Hagrid called out, taking his seat in his own boat. Rosalie looked around, watching as the other first years found people to sit by.

A girl with blonde hair came to stand beside her. "Want to sit together?" She asked Rosalie , her voice light and nonchalant. "There's a seat for two there." The girl pointed to a front seat in a boat.

She nodded. "Sure." The girls sat down together, the blonde girl taking hold of the lantern that was in the front of the boat. "So, what's your name?" Rosalie questioned.

"I'm Luna Lovegood." The girl replied as the two stared at the castle that was appearing from behind the rocks. "What's your name?"

"Rosalie..." the redhead trailed off, unsure of if she wanted to say her last name.

"It's alright," Luna said softly. "You don't have to say your last name."

She smiled at Luna, silently thanking her.

The blonde and redhead watched Hogwarts appear, Rosalie's eyes widening at the castle. It was large, larger than any other building she had ever seen before. It was lit up, lights shining out of nearly every window. Lanterns dotted around the castle. She was more than excited to go inside.

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The first years climbed up flights of stairs, all talking among themselves. During everyone getting off of the boats, Rosalie lost sight of Luna, but quickly found herself beside Harry and Hermione as they climbed. As they climbed the last flight of stairs, they were met by a Professor McGonagall.

"Professor!" Rosalie exclaimed, before thinking to herself that maybe she shouldn't have called out. However, the professor smiled at the young girl.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall spoke to the students as they stopped. "Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. While you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking and you will loose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points wins the house cup."

The professor was cut off by the boy from earlier crying out, "Trevor!" He dashed forwards, picking up a toad that was sitting in front of Professor McGonagalls' feet. He stood, apologizing to the professor before returning to his earlier spot.

"The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily." Professor McGonagall walked away, leaving the first years alone.

"It's true them, what they're saying on the train." A voice rang out from behind Rosalie, and she turned around, along with many others. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

The voice belonged to a boy with slicked back blonde hair, his arm resting on the side on the stairs. His words drew mumbling from the other students, while Rosalie was left in confusion. Although she now knew that Harry Potter was famous for defeating Voldemort—even if the boy was just a baby when it all happened—she still didn't see the big deal about it all.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." The boy introduced the two boys beside him, before moving to stand in front of Harry.

Ron snorted, and Malfoy's head snapped over to him. "Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand—me—down robe? You must be a Weasley." His gaze skipped over Rosalie, eyeing her but not saying anything. His gaze returned to Harry.

"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." His gaze flickered over to Ron as he spoke. His eyes returned to Harry. "I can help you there." He held out his hand, waiting for Harry to take his hand.

Harry looked down at Malfoy's hand before looking back up. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."

Professor McGonagall approached Malfoy from behind, tapping his shoulder with a piece of rolled up parchment. He turned around before returning to his spot. Professor McGonagall turned to the other first years. "We're ready for you now. Follow me." Professor McGonagall began opening the large golden doors.