A/N: This fic if for my BFFL (alias: Jakie Pappillion, you know who you are) love you girl! Anyways, this is my first Harry Potter fic so, enjoy:)
Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, therefore I do not own.
Hazel green eyes scanned the platform, tiredly, for any familiar faces. Sasha Timbers sighed; she knew it was useless, of course there wouldn't be anybody she knew here. This was platform nine and three quarters where the scarlet steam engine in front of her would take her to Hogwarts, the only one of the three major schools of magic in Europe she hadn't yet been to.
Sasha was a Canadian witch…well she thought she was but she honestly didn't know anymore. She had spent her first three years of her magical education at Olicoupas Magic Academy located somewhere in the Province of Manitoba. Then, her father, a spell inventor, faced an untimely death when one of his expirements went terribly wrong. Her grieving mother then decided that they would no longer live in Canada and moved to Europe.
The first school she had Sasha attended was Beauxbatons in France. (Due to Sasha's family all over the world, she spoke 8 languages fluently. These were English, French, Bulgarian, Latin, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and oddly enough, Japanese.) Sasha liked this school quite a bit, but her mother despised how, for lack of a better word, boring, it was.
So, the next year she transferred to Durmstrang Which, she and her mother were not fond of because of their Bulgarian love of the dark arts. Then she transferred, again.
Now, she was taking her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What she couldn't stand was how her mother was talking after they met with Albus Dumbledore ('Oh Sasha! This school seems absolutely perfect I don't know why we didn't come here first!' and such.)
So now, on this day of September 1st, Sasha Timbers was going to Hogwarts. She took a deep breath, waved good-bye to her mother one last time, and stepped onto the scarlet steam engine, with her cat, Scarlet, in her arms
It wasn't until she was looking for an empty compartment that she realized how many people were on the train. Sasha bowed her head, letting her shoulder length, dark red, wine coloured hair, and fall in a curtain around her face. Her shyness around new people was taking over.
After five minutes she finally found an empty compartment and went in. She sat right next to the window and put Scarlet on her lap.
Her cat, Scarlet, was all black except for her ruby red eyes and a red sock on her right hind leg, hence where her name came from. She purred softly has her owner scratched her behind the ears.
The train had just started to move and they had left King's Cross when a tall boy with short brown hair entered her compartment.
"Sorry, can I sit here? All the other compartments are full," he said with what sounded like a Scottish accent, as he took a step inside.
"Sure," Sasha muttered, turning back to the window while the boy sat down across from her.
It looked like the boy was about to say something and the compartment door opened once more and another boy with shaggy blond hair came in.
"Hey Oliver, we were looking for you. Who's this?"
"Sasha Timbers," she said quietly, giving a shy smile.
"Cool, I'm Mathew Turner, but call me Matt. How come I've never seen you before?"
"I just transferred," she muttered, turning back to the window once more.
"From where?"
Sasha thought for a moment. She figured it would make sense to say Durmstrang, but she had been at Olicoupas for longer than any of the other school. Thinking for another moment, she sad: "Durmstrang"
The welcome on the blonde boy's face drained away and it was Oliver who spoke.
"Bad things at Durmstrang, there is. I wouldn't be really surprised if you were in Slytherin."
"Slytherin?" Sasha asked, genuinely confused.
Matt seemed to regain his voice. "Hogwarts has four houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Slytherin is by far the worst."
Sasha's temper took over. "Oh, well thank you for that. And I suppose you two are in the house that's by far the best?"
"Wait, your said you were a transfer from Durmstrang? But that's in Bulgaria and you have an American accent," Oliver said
"Canadian," She corrected, then, "Just because I'm transferring from Durmstrang doesn't mean that it's the only school I've been to," She snapped, turning back to the window.
Then two girls came into the compartment.
"There you are Matt, Nathan sent us, he was wondering where you went." Said the girl with light brown hair.
"Yea, you said you would find Oliver and come back. But you've been gone for, like, ten minutes" said a short girl with dark brown hair.
Matt but his arm around the girl with light brown hair.
"Well Kitty, we met a new friend along the way. This is Sasha Timbers. She's transferring into…uh, what year are you transferring into?" Matt said to Sasha.
"Sixth" She replied.
"Brilliant," said the short girl with a wide grin on her face "that's out year!"
"Right then. I'll grab the others and get them to come here, since there's more room. We're sharing a compartment with Fred, George, and Lee right now. Can't say it's not entertaining, but it's certainly dangerous," Kitty said before leaving the compartment once again.
Matt, who was standing the whole time sat down next to Oliver and the other girl Sat down next to Sasha.
"My name's Therese Carter. And the girl that just left was Kathleen Spring, she likes to be called Kitty though." Therese said, smiling.
The next two minutes passed rather awkwardly, Therese made some small talk with Oliver and Matt while Sasha scratched Scarlet behind the ears.
Then another Five people cam in, including Kitty.
"Looks like there's no room in here after all," Kitty said, taking her wand out and muttering something. Then suddenly, the compartment seemed much larger than it was a moment ago. Smiling at her accomplishment, she took a seat next to Matt.
"Well then," Said a boy with what looked like bleached blonde hair, "This is comfy." And he took a seat next to Therese.
"Don't be do rude Nathan" Said a girl with long black hair.
"Yea, you're not even saying hello to Sasha," said a tall black girl. Then to Sasha "My name's Jacquelyn Johnson. This is Nathan O'Brien," (she gestured toward the boy with bleached blonde hair), "Anabelle Lichens," (gesturing to the girl with black hair, who gave a smile) "and Sarah Millfield," (a girl with brown hair in a boyish haircut, who gave a small wave).
"Hello," Sasha said quietly, looking around. "Is this all the people in our year?"
"No," Anabelle said, "There's Percy Weasley, who's the last Sixth year Gryffindor, but he's usually either alone or with the Ravenclaws. But there are lots of other sixth years in the other houses."
Sasha was about to say something else but Oliver asked her a Question.
"Do you like quidditch?" He said this as if it was a life or death matter.
Sasha scowled. "I despise quidditch. It's just an excuse to hurt other people without a punishment,"
Oliver suddenly stood up and Nathan quickly stood up and stood between him and Sasha while Matt grabbed the back of Oliver's shirt. If looks could kill, Sasha would be dead in an instant.
"Alright boys, get out. We're going to change in the compartment," Sarah said, making shooing motions with her hands until the boys left.
"Sasha, this is rule number one," Kitty started, "Never, and I mean never insult quidditch in front of Oliver."
"You're actually really lucky he didn't hex you," Therese said.
"So, how about a change of subject?" Anabelle said while pulling off her shirt and throwing the black Hogwarts robe on. There was a red and gold badge in the front that had a large 'P' on it. "What house do you want to be in?"
"Uhm, I don't know, how do you get put into houses?" Sasha asked putting Scarlet down and self-consciously pulling her shirt off while turning away from the girls.
"Well there's a sorting hat tha - whoa! How did you do that?" Jacquelyn said, pointing at a large scar on Sasha's stomach.
"Oh, my father is a spell inventor, and, well, one of his experiments backfired and I was kind of hit," Sasha started quietly.
"That's so sad!" Kitty gasped, "How's your dad?"
Sasha quickly pulled the robe over her head, looked out the window and, with a voice that was a little louder than a whisper, said, "He's dead,"
There were gasps and 'ohmigods' and 'I'm so sorrys'. All Sasha did was give a sad smile. "Don't be sorry, after all, you didn't do anything."
Soon the boys came back in and there was conversation in the compartment. Though to Sasha, Oliver was holding some kind of grudge against her. Not that she cared, she didn't like him either.
Well one thing's for sure, Hogwarts would certainly be interesting.
Thanks for reading!
fanny-kun