Elian

It was eleven-fifteen when Elian Marshall's parents, Syrus and Alexis Marshall walked her through the entrance to platform nine and three quarters. Elian was an exchange student from the Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry in America, where she had been starting her sixth year of training.

Alexis hugged her only daughter tightly as the train whistle blew loudly. "Now, remember, just because Hogwarts has made you a seventh year, does not mean you can do as you please, Elian." Alexis said as Elian nodded in agreement.

"I know, mom. I'm gonna have a hard enough time just being the new stupid American transfer student." Elian replied, smiling slightly at the look on her parent's faces.

"Eli, you are far from stupid. Do you think they would have skipped you ahead if you were?" Syrus scolded his daughter, Elian then slowly shook her head. "Good, now write us everyday to tell us how your classes are going and how you're holding up." her father continued.

Elian looked up at the huge clock that hung on the wall behind her parents, which read '11:29'. "Damn, I have to go!" She exclaimed as she hugged her mother and father tightly then ran towards the Hogwarts Express. "You guys will probably have at least three letters waiting for you when you get home! Love you!" And with that said, Elian closed the heavy sliding door behind her.

Syrus and Alexis smiled slightly at each other. "She'll do just fine." they said in unison, then walked back towards the barrier as their daughter and the train disappeared from their sight. They calmly walked through the barrier to begin their trip back home.

Aboard the train, Elian was searching for a compartment to ride in. She finally found one that was basically empty, except for the fact there were already four people occupying it. "Um, excuse me?" The four teens looked up at Elian in surprise.

The teens occupying this compartment were, two boys and two girls. One boy had short messy pitch black hair and a pair of startling emerald green eyes, which were somewhat hidden behind a perfectly round pair of glasses, the other had shockingly bright red hair and his face was covered in freckles.

As for the girls, the youngest also had shockingly bright red hair and her face was lightly spotted with freckles and the elder girl had long light brown hair and dark chocolate eyes.

"Can we help you?" asked the green eyed boy. Elian nodded slowly as she felt them looking her over. At age sixteen, Elian was nothing special, or at least that's what she thought of herself.

In reality, she was very beautiful, she stood exactly five foot zero inches with dark raven hair that came down to just above her rear end and the most beautiful, crystal-clear ice blue eyes, which were perfectly enhanced by her raven eyelashes.

"I was wondering if I could maybe sit with you? Considering that I don't really know anybody…" Elian replied, looking down at the floor, her face a very light shade of pink.

"Sure. You guys don't mind, right?" Spoke the same boy. "Where the hell are my manners? My name's Harry Potter, by the way." Elian gasped slightly, she was in Harry Potter's presence, she was standing only a few feet away from The-Boy-Who-Lived. Elian then cautiously sat down beside the red headed girl.

"So, you're not from around here, are you?" the girl asked turning slightly towards Elian, who shook her head. "Where you from?" Elian sighed deeply, her face still light pink.

"America. I'm a transfer student from the Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry and as if that wasn't enough, Hogwarts has skipped me ahead to seventh year." Elian replied softly. Harry and the red haired boy started coughing uncontrollably while both of the girls squealed happily (and loudly).

"Ow, you two are really loud." Elian complained.

"She's right. So, what's your name and how old are you?" Asked the red haired boy. "My name's Ron Weasley and that's my sister Ginny." Ron said as he pointed at Ginny. Now the only ones left to be introduced were Elian and the other girl.

"Ronald, there is no need to be rude!" the girl scolded hitting Ron on the arm. "By the way, I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione smiled at Elian, who warmly returned the smile.

"And, I'm Elian Marshall and I am sixteen years of age." Elian responded, shyly looking up. "Hope you don't mind me asking, but what's Hogwarts like?" The four other teens smiled.

"It's hard to explain, so you're just gonna have to see for yourself." Ginny replied, still smiling slightly. "So, Elian, why did you transfer to Hogwarts?" Elian shrugged a little, then a slight smile crossed her lips.

"My parents, I guess. I mean, they want me to get the best education possible and Hogwarts seemed like the best place for me, you know?"

Elian then sighed heavily as the compartment door slowly opened. The five teens looked at the compartment door, then Ron and Harry's faces instantly contorted in anger.

In the doorway stood a seventeen year old boy, his hair was platinum blonde in color and his eyes were a shockingly beautiful cold, steel gray that Elian had never seen before.

The boy slowly looked over at Elian. "Well, well, has the Potter Gang got a new member?" he asked, his lips forming a slightly evil smirk, Elian looked back down at the floor, blushing deeply.

'I've never seen eyes like that before…' She thought, feeling Ginny move closer to her. Elian was then roughly pulled from her thoughts by the sound of yelling, she looked up to see Harry and Ron on their feet, advancing on the steel eyed boy.

"Get out, Malfoy!" Ron yelled angrily, his ears turning a very bright red. Malfoy held his hands up in a gesture of peace. Hermione then gently laid a hand on Ron's shoulder.

"What is it, Draco?" Hermione asked as she shoved Ron back down into his seat. Draco Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk still present on his lips.

"Nothing really, I just couldn't help overhearing your conversation and thought I would pop in to annoy you." Draco replied, his smirk slightly disappearing as Elian glared up at him. "What are you looking at, bitch?" he asked her viciously.

Elian quickly stood to her feet and smacked Draco roughly across the face, leaving a bright red hand print behind. "Nothing really, just an ignorant, arrogant, good for nothing bastard!" She yelled in Draco's face, which caused him to back away slightly in surprise.

'No one's ever stood up to me before…' Draco thought, his eyes widened in shock. He then quickly and unexpectedly covered Elian's lips with his own. Harry and Ron started yelling angrily, Ginny and Hermione started squealing somewhat excitedly.

"What the hell, Malfoy!" Harry yelled pulling Draco away from Elian. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing!" Draco once again shrugged nonchalantly, looking straight into Elian's ice blue eyes.

"Nothing to be worried about, Potter. Getting a little jealous, are we?" Draco replied, his smirk returning slightly. Harry blushed deeply as he advanced on Draco.

Elian slowly sat down next to Ginny again, her hands covering her face. "Anyway, see you around, Marshall." And with that Draco turned and walked out of the compartment, closing the door behind him.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?!" Ron asked seriously confused. Harry shook his head and walked over to Elian. "Why do you reckon Malfoy kissed her?" asked Ron, directing the question to Hermione, who shrugged.

"Hey, Elian? Are you alright?" Harry asked, kneeling on the floor in front of her. "Elian?" Harry gently removed Elian's hands from her face. "Hey, tell me what's wrong…" Elian smiled slightly and shook her head.

"It's nothing, Harry. Don't worry about it, okay?" she replied, tears were slowly forming in her eyes and silently gliding down her cheeks. Ginny quickly wrapped her arms around Elian's shoulders.

"Did he put his tongue in?" Hermione asked, slightly curious. Elian blushed a deep red. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then." Hermione then blushed lightly herself. "So, Ginny, what was it you wanted to tell us?" Ron looked over at his younger sister.

"Oh, nothing really important, just that I was skipped ahead to seventh year like Elian…" Ginny replied. Elian looked up at Ginny, a wide smile on her face. "Like I said, it's really not that important." Elian and Hermione shake their heads.

"Oh, Gin, this is great! I have someone my age in seventh year with me!" Elian said excitedly. "I mean, no offense guys…" The three older teens shook their heads.

"None taken… I don't think…" Ron replied, glancing out the window. "So, what House do you want to be in, Elian?" Ron asked as he stood to his feet and walked over to her and Ginny, then sat beside them.

"Um… What do you mean?" Elian asked. A look of extreme shock crossed Hermione's face. "Hey, Hermione, you okay over there?" Hermione shook her head vigorously. "Care to elaborate?" Hermione then sighed very heavily and nodded.

"How much do you know about Hogwarts?" she asked Elian, who again blushed lightly. "Well?" Elian then cleared her throat and shifted her weight nervously.

"Not very much, really. My dad went to Hogwarts when he was young, but he never really talked to me or my mom about it." she replied, glancing out the window nervously.

"I think he was scared to talk about his life at Hogwarts for some reason…" The compartment was all silent, except for the occasional blowing of the train's whistle.