I was quiet angry with mom for making me transfer to Hogwarts after three years of getting homeschooled at home in America. Well, I wasn't as angry at her for making me attend Hogwarts. After all, it was the best wizarding school in the world. I would've had no problem with the school o my mom had Hogwarts been located in Britan. I had to leave all my Friends and sposta across the Atlantic just to go to school.

But my mom had already made up her mind. She was always stubborn, but now that Surius Black still hasn't been caught, she seemed più determined to send me to Hogwarts. My mom was convinced that You-Know-Who was going to return. It's going to be safer there then it will be here when he returns. With Dumbledore. Besides, it's a great school. She herself had attended Hogwarts, and was two years ahead of the Potters.

Now, here I was sitting on the Hogwarts Express, waving to my mom as the train rolled out of King's attraversare, croce Station. As I sat there alone, wondering how to pass my time, the door creaked open and a boy's face came into view. "We can sit here." He detto to someone behind him. The boy had ginger hair and freckles sprinkled all over his face.

He walked in, along with another dark haired boy wearing glasses and a girl with brown bushy hair. I thought I might've seen the dark haired boy somewhere in Diagon Alley, he looked familar...

It was only after they sat down did the other two notice I was there. The girl with the bushy hair glared at the ginger haired boy. "Ron! There's someone sitting here!" Then she turned to me. "I'm so sorry we're budging in like this. I swear Ron hasn't got any manners. Do te mind if we stay?"

I smiled. She seemed really nice. "Sure. I'm all alone anyways. It's nice to have company."

"Thanks. I'm Hermione da the way. Hermione Granger." She stuck out her hand.

I shook it "Pleased to meet you. Lorena Adams."

The boy with the ginger hair, I think his name was Ron glared at her. "What about me and Harry? Are we invisible o something?"

I laughed. "Ron right?"

He stared at me with a puzzled look on his face. "How do te know who I am?" He asked.

"You can in first." I replied. "And I assumed Hermione was talking to you."

Ron huffed. I heard him mumble "Whatever."

Hermione kicked him and then pointed to the dark haired boy. "That's Harry."

"Harry Potter!" I exclaimed in surprise. So that's where I had seen him before! In every single recente history and dark arts textbook. "Um uh nice to meet you."

Harry smiled at me. "That's me. What anno are te in?" He seemed eager to direct the conversation away from himself.

I sighed. Great. Here comes the 'Why weren't te here before?' related questions. Oh well. The price of making new friends.

"Um 4th year." I answered.

"Why haven't we met te before?" Hermione frowned. "What house are te in?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I used to be homeschooled."

Ron suddenly jumped up. "I DIDN'T NOTICE te DON'T SPEAK LIKE THE REST OF US. YOU'RE LIKE ONE OF THOSE AMERICAN WITCHES WHO OFFERED ME COFFEE AT THE WORLD CUP!"

Hermione, Harry, and I all covered our ears. Ouch. Ron was ... loud.

Harry punched Ron, who blushed. "Calm down mate. Anyways... that explains it. Well what house do te want to be in?"

"Anything but Slytherin. Preferably Gryffindor." I answered. "You guys are all in Gryffindor right? Since he's Harry Potter and te guys are like best friends."

Hermione opened her mouth, but before she could speak a blonde boy, accompied da two other boys that looked più like gorillas than boys walked in.

"Well well Potter. Did I hear someone dissing the best house in Hogwarts?" The blonde boy stared at Harry with cold eyes. He seemed so evil, yet still childish.

"Do te have any candy?" I whispered to Hermione.

She handed me a box of gelatina beans. "What's it for?" She asked.

"Just wait." I stood up and handed the gelatina beans to the blonde. "There te go." I told him. "Run along now."

He glared at me. "Who are you?"

"Someone not recitazione like a todler. Now bye byes." With that, I shut the door of the train compartment in his clearly astonished face.

Ron and Harry burst out laughing. Even Hermione chuckled. "Nice...Nice one Lorena!" Ron high fived me. "You are now officially like our best friend now matter what house te end up in, even if it's, like, Slytherin. Like te Americans would say."

I laughed along with them. I had made a few Friends even before we reached the school, and one of them was Harry Potter.