Harry Potter was not what you'd call a normal boy, actually, he was the complete opposite. The fact that he was about to get on a train to his magical school was proof of that.

His summer had been more than eventful and he was looking forward to school, where hopefully (but not likely) things would be calmer. At least at school he had his friends, but then again his friends hadn't exactly been there for him this summer had they? No, it was mean to think like that, Dumbledore had made them promise not to tell him what was happening. He mentally sighed, he just needed to forget it, yes it would be hard but it wouldn't help anything lingering on it.

He and his best friends, Ron and Hermione, walked through the train in hopes to find an empty compartment they could sit in. There only a of couple minutes left before the train left the station though and all of the compartments they had walked past were full. Eventually they found one which only had one person in it, she was asleep though so they couldn't exactly ask her if it was alright to sit there. They sat down anyway, Harry opposite the girl with Ron next to him and Hermione next the the stranger. Or at least they thought she was a stranger, they couldn't see her face because her hood was up.

For about an hour and half they talked amongst themselves and ate the food from the trolley. Occasionally someone would come in and talk to them, Fred and George popped in once, Neville said hello and Ginny and her friend Luna, who was a bit strange, visited as well.

Every now and then the mysterious girl would stir in her sleep, and had her hood been down they would have noticed the troubled look on her face.

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Phoebe awoke just as a heard of wild centaurs were about to trample her in her dream and immediately put her guard up - there were people. Because her hood was down and she was facing away from them, the people in the compartment with her hadn't noticed she was awake. She listened to their conversation for a couple of minutes before deciding that they weren't monsters and made them aware of her presence.

She stirred once more, acting like she was asleep still, before yawning. She was pleased to hear them fall silent. She then rubbed her eyes and pulled her hood down, she turned to face them and acted surprised to see them there. It was a pretty good performance if she did say so herself.

"Um hi, I don't think I've seen you here before, my name's Hermione." The girl spoke, the two boys she had heard seemed unable to talk.

Phoebe mentally rolled her eyes, she was used to it - she was, after all, a daughter of Aphrodite, but don't let that fool you, she was unlike most others in her cabin and could be extremely deadly.

She nodded her head in greeting, "Phoebe, I'm new." Her american accent shocked them even more, but appeared to snap the boys out of their trance-like stated and they stuttered introductions to her.

"R..Ron Weasley."

"Harry. Harry Potter."

In reply Phoebe gave the three of them a quick smile. "Do you know how long it will be until we get there?" She asked and once again the boys were rendered speechless, she didn't even know what she had done other than ask a question!

Luckily the girl still had her wits about her, "We should arrive in around 3 and half hours."

After that the three of them seemed very curious as to where Phoebe had come from and why she transferred, but she tried to keep the subject on them. She probably should have come up with a believable lie before she got here but she hadn't thought of that and now had no idea what to say.

But finally, she had no other ways of keeping the topic off of her and Hermione asked her what school she was from. All of Phoebe's brain power was going into coming up with a response that would satisfy them but not give too much away.

The gods must of been watching out for her because at that moment a familiar blonde opened the compartment door and peered in with a scowl on his face. He didn't notice Phoebe in the corner but he did notice her company.

Phoebe was guessing they had some sort of rivalry because as soon as he entered the room all three of them tensed.

"Potty, father tells me you almost got expelled this summer. It's a shame you didn't, then I wouldn't have to see you ugly scar-face everyday."

Ron stood up angrily, "Shove off, Malfoy!"

Before he could respond, Phoebe stood up, "Draco!" She exclaimed, immensely surprising the three friends.

Draco turned to her in shock before smiling, "Phoebe!" At that she ran to him and pulled him into a giant hug.

If the trio weren't surprised before then they definitely were now. "I didn't know you came to school here, I didn't know you were a wizard."

Draco smiled sheepishly, "well I am." Then he dragged Phoebe out of the compartment leaving the trio extremely confused.

"Now, I know for sure that you're not a witch, what are you doing here?" He asked, using a much different tone than he did when talking to Harry.

"Ah, Chiron sent me on a quest here, he thinks this Moldyshorts guy is trying to get some monsters on his side."

Draco paled, which was kind of hard seeing as he was already considerably paler than most people. "That's not good."

Before Phoebe could ask any questions on the matter though Draco spoke again. "How's everyone back at camp?"

"They're good, Annabeth misses you." Draco smiled fondly at the thought of his sister. "Is there anybody else here from camp?"

"The only other person here is Neville, but you've got to remember that we're undercover here. My 'character' is a bit of stuck up prat, so I have to pretend to hate him." Phoebe nodded in understanding.

After saying they'd see each other at the feast Phoebe entered the compartment again and, ignoring the questioning looks from Harry, Ron and Hermione, gathered her robes to change into, now thoroughly looking forward to arriving at Hogwarts so she could see her friend.

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Word Count: 1060

Ayy, this one's a little bit longer. What do you think of nice Draco? Also, I've chosen Shelley Hennig to play Phoebe, but I'm not entirely sure about that, so I'll just see how it goes.