"𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎."

𝟝𝟘𝟝 - 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕪𝕤

"May we sit here love?"

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Y/N looked out her train cart window as she saw students hugging their parents and guardians goodbye as they boarded the train. She caught sight of her parents who were making their way back into the car they had arrived in. Her heart slightly sank at the sight. She wished they had put in the effort to fully see her off to Hogwarts then to just leave her to fend for herself. 

However, she was used to being independent and on her own. She always made sure she pleased them but had to figure it out by herself. She was more eager to get to her new school than afraid but she was bouncing her leg up and down nonetheless. She noticed a student who had already changed into their school uniform board the train. The uniform had a similar robe and tie to the one she wore at Ilvermorny. However, all the students wore deep blue and cranberry red at Ilvermorny instead of the different colors expressed in the student's tie. 

"May we sit here love?" An unknown voice questioned pulling Y/N out of her thoughts.

Looking back at her were two identical twin redheads smiling at her. She studied them carefully. They looked about 15-16 and they both wore identical tan-colored jackets. 

"We know we're attractive but we kinda need that questioned answered," One of the twins asked smirking.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at the boy's words. "Yes, you may sit here." Y/N consented. The two boys took the seat across from them after placing their trunks above them. She continued to study them noticing their differences. The twin who bragged about the boy's very apparent attractiveness had a slightly shorter face and a different set jaw. While his brother had a hardly noticeable bump in his nose. 

"Your accent. It's different. I've never seen you before," one of the twins spoke up, "I'm George-"

"-and I'm Fred. Fred Weasley." 

"Y/N Sinclair. I'm new. A transfer from Ilvermorny," Y/N explained.

They both gave her quizzical looks.

"The American Wizarding School," she clarified.

"Wicked," they both stated at the same time.

Y/N chuckled not finding the fact that she went to school in America so fascinating. Before she could start up a conversation with the twins, two other boys, one who looked around the same age as Fred and George and one who looked slightly older, burst into the cart.

"There you two are," the older one stated rather sternly. Fred rolled his eyes.

"We just got here Oliver."

"Give us a break before you go on a tangent about Quidditch," George scoffed.

"Gryffindor hasn't won in a while and last year the cup was canceled!" Oliver exclaimed very annoyed.

"Come on Oliver no need to throw a hissy fit," The other boy laughed taking a seat in-between the twins. 

"We need to find a Chaser since our last one graduated Lee," Oliver hissed at the boy. Y/N took amusement that neither of the boys was acknowledging her presence. She enjoyed watching the entertainment unfold before her. 

Lee's eyes then suddenly fell on the broomstick underneath Y/N's seat. 

"A Firebolt? Wow. You play Quidditch?" Lee asked. Oliver turned his head and raised his eyebrow in surprise at the girl. He very obviously just realized her residence in the cart.

"Uh..yeah I used to play as a pretty good Chaser back at Ilvermorny." Y/N smiled recalling her past games playing for the Horned Serpent House.

"And who are you?" Oliver asked doubtfully. Y/N had gotten used to being underestimated when it came to sports. She had to arm wrestle the captain at her old school just to get on because she was a girl. 

"I," Y/N paused, "am Y/N Sinclair. Transfer Student."

"Have you been sorted?" Oliver asked. Y/N could see that he was intently thinking and very obviously got an idea.

"No I haven't," Y/N said rather coldly, still slightly offended by his words from before.

"Well think of lions when the sorting hat is put on your head because we need someone as Chaser in Gryffindor." Oliver smiled surprising her. 

Y/N had heard of the houses at Hogwarts before. Gryffindor, the brave. Hufflepuff, the kind and loyal. Ravenclaw, the wise. And Slytherin, the ambitious. However, she had heard stories of dark wizards fighting for Voldemort usually came from the serpent house. She doubted this fact however because she knew her dad was a Slytherin and fought on the right side of the war 13 years ago. And how could someone be subject to something just by their house?

As the 4 boys talked about quidditch, their summers, girls, and whatever else 15 and 17-year-old boys talked about. Y/N grabbed her new muggle book Pride and Prejudice that she had purchased over the summer. She began being engulfed in a world of romance and betrayal while the boys kept talking. 

More like trying to talk while Oliver went on about quidditch. 

About an hour into the train ride, and an hour after downing Wizarding beverages and snacks from the trolley she had to use the bathroom. Wait do they even have a bathroom on the train? Y/N thought. 

"Is there a bathroom here?" Y/N spoke up interrupting the boy's intense debate on the topic of Bulgaria or Ireland and which one had the better quidditch team. 

George and Fred slightly smirked at each other before Fred answered.

"To the right, walk until you hit the end of the train."

"Thank you?" Y/N stated quizzically, wondering why the two boys were acting so suspicious. Going against her better judgment she exited the cart and made her way to the right. As she made her way down the hall she noticed the colors of ties of those who had already changed into uniforms, were becoming green rather than red. 

She then saw a boy who was holding his toad and scolding it for running away. He was with a girl with the same red hair as the two boys, and she had similar features. She then saw a boy with blonde hair and a bowl cut step out of a cart. 

"What are you doing in the Slytherin section, Longbottom?" He snarled.

Y/N slowed down when approaching. Two more boys emerged and stood behind him. Great. She thought. The bully has bodyguards. 

"We were just looking for his toad Malfoy. He ran into this section of the train," the small girl said to him narrowing her eyes at him. 

Malfoy.  Y/N had heard her father complain about a Malfoy many times when he came home from his job at the Ministry. Always said that he was trying to kiss the minister's ass while stepping on everyone else. Y/N scowled at the sight, anger building up in her.

Malfoy grabbed Longbottom's collar and he whimpered. 

"Let go of him!" The ginger-haired girl shouted while the surrounding boys laughed. Y/N admired the young girl for standing up to the boy who was much taller than her. Y/N had seen enough and entered the scene. 

"Sorry to crash the fun boys, but for your information, people have free reign to go wherever they please. So let go of the boy. Now." she hissed. 

The three boys laughed. Malfoy slowly let go of Longbottom's collar before shoving him back in the direction of the Gryffindor carts. 

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, are we offending you?" The blonde boy said turning back to his friends as they laughed. 

"It would take a lot more than a boy whose hair color came out of a bottle to offend me," she stated looking him dead in the eye. He may have towered over the younger girl but they were both 13 and they were about the same height. A fourth boy Y/N hadn't noticed snickered. 

"Who do you think you are? I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy." He stated proudly staring daggers at the girl. 

"And that's supposed to mean something to me?" The girl said giving him a questioning look. Y/N could tell she had hit a nerve and the boys retreated into the cart. However, not before the fourth boy who had laughed against his friend's wishes smirked at her and winked. 

Y/N turned back to the two Gryffindors. 

"Thank you." the boy stumbled out. A smile crept across her face. 

"No Problem. I'm Y/N Sinclair. And you are?" she asked extending her hand.

"I'm Neville and this is Ginny." He stated, shaking it.

"You look too old to be a first-year, but you don't seem to be sorted," Ginny stated confused.

"I'm a transfer, I haven't been sorted yet," Y/N explained, "I'm was looking for the bathroom."

"Well you're on the wrong side of the train," Neville said, "The bathrooms on the other side."

"Dammit, Fred and George," she muttered.

"You know my brothers?" Ginny questioned.

"Fred and George are your brothers? I'm sitting with them on the train along with Oliver and Lee. They're the ones who told me to come here for the bathroom." Y/N recalled.

"Yeah that's my brothers for you, I would be cautious around them, there terribly funny and kind but they do enjoy playing jokes on people," Ginny laughed lightly.

"I figured so," she chuckled, "Well I'll see you two at school."

With that Y/N made her way to the opposite side of the train but not before passing her own cart and flipping the twins off while they laughed maniacally. 

After she successfully found the bathroom and relieved herself she exited the bathroom ready to give the twins a successful piece of her mind but instead, she stopped frozen in her tracks when the lights went out and the train stopped. They couldn't have been there yet. She thought. It had only been a few hours and from what her parents had told her the train ride lasted all day.

She suddenly shivered as she felt goosebumps form on her skin. She looked up to see two hooded figures flowing through the halls of the train. She had learned of dementors when studying the history of Azkaban and let's just say Y/N did not want to meet them. Before she could think of a plan to get herself out of this unfortunate situation she felt a hand grab her by the wrist and pull her into a cart. 

Her head was spinning as she saw a hand of a dementor steadily open up the cart's door. The two hooded figures swooped over to where she and her unknown rescuer were seated carefully. As they got closer she felt herself grow colder and colder. One of the dementors emerged her face and she heard treacherous screams. She felt cold and sick and her eyes starting rolling to the back of her head.

Suddenly a huge blue light was emitted from a wand and she blacked out. 

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟑: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

A/N: I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 and if there were any typos please call them out.

Did anyone get my slight Rebekah Mikaelson and Stefan Salvatore reference for my tvd and the original fans?

Thank you so much for trying out my story. 💕