Ophelia Granger had never been so excited in all her eleven years of life. She was finally going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school she had been dreaming of all her life. Her mother had taken her just last week to buy her new books and robes as well as the one thing every witch or wizard needs, a wand. Ophelia's was good seven inches, made of birch and contained unicorn hair. All week, Ophelia had poured over her books, not wanting to be left behind on any of the important facts before classes began. But the best thing of finally going to Hogwarts had to be the owl Uncle Harry had given her. It was white with amber eyes and she knew why Uncle Harry had chosen that owl, it reminded him of his own when he was a boy. Uncle Ron had put together a whole box of things, including products from Weasley Wizard Wheezes and candy such as Chocolate Frogs, her favourite, and Bertie Botts Beans. Yes, Ophelia was truly ready to conquer Hogwarts as the brightest witch of her year, just like her mother had been. She just wished her bushy blonde hair would behave itself as it seemed to take on a life of its own when she studied.

Olivia Malfoy had never imagined her father would send her half way across the world to Scotland to attend school. She had always believed he would opt for the school much closer to home, the one right there in America, but when she got her letter from Hogwarts, she was amazed to find her father had pulled some strings to actually get her that letter. They had arrived in Britain two weeks before the term, just so Olivia could start getting used to life where you drove on the left side of the road and a medium size was actually the large. She had never been to a place like Diagon Alley, where there was Quidditch paraphernalia everywhere, unlike the underground magical Canal street in her beloved New York. However, she had gotten all her books, and her robes, and her wand. Although she had grown up in America, her father still had his rich English accent, which only had seemed have gotten thicker in those two weeks they spent together before the term. He told her all about Hogwarts, the four houses, the huge castle, the grounds, the Quidditch pitch, everything. Olivia aspired to be in the same house as him, Slytherin, where she knew she could succumb to greatness, just like him.

"Are you sure you have everything?" Hermione fretted as Ophelia and her pulled her trunk onto the train.

"Yes." Ophelia nodded.
"Your dental brace?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Ophelia hissed, embarrassed that just because her grandparents were dentists, she wasn't allowed to shrink her teeth like her mother had.

"What about . . . "
"Mother! I have it!" Ophelia looked at her and commanded. Hermione took a deep breath.

"Alright." They stepped off the train, starring at each other. "I'm going to miss you." Hermione began to shed tears. Ophelia couldn't help but roll her brown eyes. Her mother always got emotional at times like this, but Ophelia was all she had.
"Mother." Ophelia smiled, slipping her arms around her. "I'll be home at Christmas!"
"I know! But you're going to Hogwarts! You're all grown up now!" She patted her daughters long, blonde bushy hair, not wanting to believe her daughter was off to school, growing into a little lady. "Well, I suppose you should get on the train now." They let go of each other, Ophelia hopping onto the train.

On the other end of the platform, Olivia looked sheepishly at her dad. Draco sneered, looking around him.

"I can't believe Pansy got married to bloody Longbottom!" He said under his breath.

"Dad!" Olivia tugged on his sleeve. "What do they call trains in England?" She seemed serious.

"Trains. Not everything has a different name here!" Draco smiled, ruffling the short bushy blond hair on his daughters head. Her brown eyes gleamed.

"I know, but I don't want the kids to laugh at me." She admitted. Draco knelt down next to her, starring straight at her eyes.
"They won't laugh at you. You have the Malfoy confidence. They'll all hail you."
"Yeah right."
"That's exactly the kind of attitude they won't tolerate though." He pointed a finger at her, a slight smile on his face.

"Are you sure they don't let first years play on the house teams?" Olivia pouted, changing the subject.

"Fairly sure, unless you're Harry bloody Potter." Draco rolled his eyes, sneering at just the name.
"So I'll see you at Christmas?" Olivia asked, wrapping her arms around her fathers neck. Draco stood up, Olivia rising with him, her face level with his handsome features.

"Of course! We'll go to the house in California and just spend the holidays there! I'm going to miss you kiddo."
"I'm going to miss you too, Daddy." Olivia sighed. They let go of each other and Olivia boarded the train, waving at her father from the window.

Draco and Hermione had gotten married right after graduating from Hogwarts. No one had thought they would last as a couple, considering they were both only eighteen. But they had gotten married anyway, a small ceremony consisting of Harry, Ron and Ginny in attendance. Of course, the three of them weren't all friendly with Draco but they had come because they believed in Hermione when everyone else had given up. The three of them were also there when she gave birth to twin girls a year later. The girls had the palest of skin, the brownest of eyes and the blondest of hair. There was no doubt that these twins would rise to greatness, coming from who their parents were. But, life wasn't as good as it seemed to be. Hermione and Draco struggled through their differences. Draco had been brought up one way and Hermione another. They argued over the twins, just like they argued over everything else, from the chores to the bills to the bedroom. Nothing seemed right and when they announced their separation when the twins were three months old. No body was too surprised. They hadn't ever mentioned each other since.

Ophelia sat quietly in the compartment, looking out the window. She had a surge of excitement go through her as she wasn't sure what to expect. Her mother had already told her about the boat ride to the castle and about Hagrid, but what about after that? A feast, a sorting ceremony, classes, friends? Friends, something she craved. It wasn't that she was antisocial, it was just she liked to keep to herself. And if she did have nagging feelings, she would discuss them with Hermione, who always had the answers to everything, because she was the mum.

Ophelia was shaken out of her thoughts when the compartment door opened and a group of girls, about her age, stepped in. They stopped giggling and turned to look at Ophelia, smiling friendly faces they were. Ophelia smiled back, glad to see if she could befriend any of them. One girl stuck out in particular. Her short blonde hair was in sharp contrast to the brunettes and ginger heads around her. They locked eyes and Ophelia had a feeling as if she was looking into a mirror.
"Hullo." She smiled sweetly, breaking contact with the girl.
"Hey, can we sit with you? Everywhere else is full." One of the brunettes asked, smiling brightly. Ophelia nodded. The three girls sat down, the blonde one was still staring at Ophelia.

"Olivia! Sit down!" One of the two redheads pulled her down. Ophelia couldn't help but steal a glance at her. She had the same shape nose as she did and if she wasn't mistaken, the same eyes too. Her lips were slightly more pouty than Ophelia's but the colour of her hair looked identical. Ophelia once again looked away.
"I'm Ginger." The second red-haired girl smiled at Ophelia. "This is my cousin Bonnie and this is our friend Clairese." She pointed the first red-haired girl as Bonnie and the brunette as Clairese.

"Olivia, is that your sister?" Bonnie pointed to Ophelia and asked, also noticing the resemblance.
"No!" They both shouted at the same time, ones American accent obvious through the others British. They stared at each other, panic in both their eyes.

"Are you sure? You look like twins." Clairese giggled. Ophelia had only begun to chew on her lip when she noticed Olivia biting her nails.

"Twins?" Olivia spat. "Whatever! Her hair is more goldy blonde. My eyes aren't as dark as hers, which look like coal by the way. And my nose isn't so pointy. And I don't ever wear pink." Olivia raised an eyebrow, as if challenging Ophelia. Typical American arrogance. Ophelia thought, trying to comfort herself. She didn't say anything out loud. "Pink is such a baby colour. Besides, I've never seen her in my life. What's your name, anyway?"
"O...Ophelia." She answered, her voice shaking. She felt like crying. She had never felt so insulted in her life. She spoke about her as if she was something dirty at the bottom of her cauldron. "Excuse me. I'm just going to go change into my robes." Ophelia stood up and exited the compartment, sliding the door closed behind her as she bit her lip, trying to restrain the tears forming in her eyes.