Pretty soon, we made our way to the train station. "Packed with muggles as always." My mother grumbled as we weaved our way through the crowd. Up in front of us, a black haired boy turned around. "Muggles? How-" "How do you get on the platform?" My mother asked kindly. "It's Jessica's and Ron's first time too." She pointed at us and we each gave a tiny wave. "Why did she say your name first?" Ron complained. "Because I'm more awesome than you, baby bro." "I'm not your baby brother! I'm older than you!" "Are not!" Of course this lead to a loud and angry discussion. We don't argue in this house. We talk loudly and angrily. Meanwhile, my siblings and the black-haired boy watched us with silent amusement. I noticed and quickly quit, "Sorry." "It's fine, Jessica." My mother cleared her throat. "Fred, George. Would you like to go first?" I just noticed that we were at the platform. They ran towards the wall and disappeared. "All right you three. Go ahead." I noticed the boy was looking nervous.
  "Hey, it's fine." I ran towards the wall and soon found myself next to the 'Hogwarts Express'. I was soon followed by the boy and Ron.We walked into the train and sat down into a compartment. "Oh, wait, I'll be right back." I said getting out. I walked down the hallway and smacked into a blonde haired gray eyed boy. "Hey, watch where you're going!" He snapped as he got up. "Oh, thanks. That makes me feel so good about myself, knowing I'm clumsy." I said sarcastically. I got up and dusted myself off. I studied him, blonde hair, gray eyes, hard exp- Oh my gosh! He's a Malfoy! "Malfoy!" "How do you know my last name?" "I am a Weasley, I am a witch, I am awesome. Take a pick." "You're a Weasley?!" "Why are you so shocked? I'm just a 'blood traitor' like the rest of them." "See you!" I walked back into the compartment, collapsed on the seat, and sighed. "Hello."
"What happened to you?" Ron asked. "I met the biggest jerk of the year." I said helping myself to a chocolate frog. Suddenly three boys entered. Draco Malfoy, and two others. He was looking at Harry with interest. "Is it true? Everyone's saying Harry Potter's on the train. So, it's you?" "Yes." Harry said looking at the guys behind him. "Harry..." I glared at Malfoy. "Oh, they're Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ron laughed poorly disguising it as a cough. "Oh, you think my name's funny? No need to ask who you are. My father said all the Weaslys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." "Well, I think you're wrong! You couldn't tell that I'm a Weasly, could you?" "Oh, it's Miss. Sarcastic." "Thanks, that's totally a wonderful name." I said sarcastically. "Yeah!" "Ugh."
  "Whatever. You'll find out soon that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to be making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you with that." He extended his hand. Harry glared and said, "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." "I'd be careful if I were you. Your parents didn't know what was good for them either. You hang out with people like Weaslys, Hagrid, Jessica, and they'll rub off on you." I stood up. "What's wrong with me, my family, and Hagrid?" "Oh, you going to fight me?" Malfoy sneered. I studied him. He's about my size but I have an advantage. That I don't exactly know at the moment. "All three of you, come in." Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle looked surprised but did. I closed the door behind them and then punched Malfoy in the gut. "Never insult those people." I laced my voice with venom. "What’s in it for us?" I made a fist and they left the compartment and I flopped down on the seat again. "Okay, now what?"