Disclaimer: I tried this once before, but aborted the idea for a reason I don't remember any more. Anyways, I've decided that it's a good idea again and I'm going to resuscitate it now. Without further ado, I own neither Charmed nor Harry Potter.

"I can't believe that they separated you! You're sisters, how could they split you up like that? They could have at least put one of you in Phoebe's house, just so that you could make sure she's okay! Three different houses! Who's going to look after your sisters? It's a big place, who knows if you'll ever see each other!" Patty Halliwell hemmed and hawed, fidgeting with her oldest daughter, Prue's, brand new school robes.

"Mother," Prue sigh in an exasperated tone, "It's not like they can help it. They don't choose, the sorting hat chooses. It's unbiased, how can it be its fault? Besides, I'll be sure to look out for them, I always do. You know that. It's a good school, we're lucky that we even got in this late in our education!"

By now Patty had moved on to straightening Prue's hair and was nearly patting her down, nervously looking for flaws.

Prue batted her mother's jittery hands away and gestured over to her sisters.

"Could you pay attention to them for a second? You've practically created an oxygen sucking vortex around me, I can hardly breath!"

Piper was standing tight-lipped; turning from side to side to keep busy, and Phoebe was waving her new wand to no avail.

"England. Wow," Patty marveled.

"Yeah, fish and chips, cup o' tea, we're gonna miss the train so can we please get going?" Prue pleaded.

"Ok," Patty agreed, putting her hands down at her sides. "I love you girls. Stick together when you can. And please, please don't get into any trouble."

After the finalities on the goodbyes, a few tears shed on Patty Halliwell's part, the three girls were on the train as it pulled out of the station at platform 9 ¾.

Prue, Piper, and Phoebe managed to find their own compartment and load in their trunks with limited difficulty.

Prue had seated herself on the bench to the right going through the door by the window, and Phoebe and Piper sat on the other side with Phoebe closest to the window.

"You okay, Piper?" Prue asked maternally, leaning forward to look at her downtrodden sister.

Piper nodded quietly, her face practically hidden by her long cascading locks that were bone straight down to her waist.

"Noooo, you're not. I know that look, what's wrong?"

"It's just. . . . . We're all in different houses! I've never been away from you guys for too too long, what if nobody likes me, or if I can never find you when I need you?" Piper confided sadly, trying not to burst into tears.

"Oh. . . . Don't worry, Piper," Phoebe joined in, talking in a comically soothing baby voice, leaning over and throwing her arms around Piper.

"Piper, it'll all be okay. Your house's location is right next to the kitchen. Huh? You'd like that wouldn't you? And we get to see each other at meal times and in between classes. . ." Prue consoled her, tucking her own hair behind her ear and placing a hand on Piper's knee.

"But, it's not like we get to sit with each other during meals or anything."

Prue gave her a gentle smile and accompanied it with her determined expression, "They can try and stop me."

Piper laughed through near tears at her sisters' antics. How could she manage without them?

"Besides, if you ever get lonely, or you need to talk to us just tell your head of house that it's important and me, you, and Phoebe will all find each other. Okay? Come on, it'll be great. We can be witches without the hassle of innocents finding out, consequence free magic, and a castle with tons of stuff to do," Prue explained.

Piper nodded, feeling better, like her sisters always made her feel, and wiped a dry cheek under a semi-puffy eye. She sniffed and looked up with a glistening smile.

"Of course we're all gonna have to learn the lingo as we go," Prue joked, lightening the mood further.

They all burst out in laughter and sat more comfortably and at ease in their seats.

Their gazes shot immediately to the glass sliding door of the compartment. A gorgeous boy with stringy chocolate locks and matching eyes was leaning in lackadaisically in, braced on the doorway, and a devilishly charming smile.

"Hello," He greeted them, walking nonchalantly into their compartment. "I don't believe we've ever met. . . ." He slid seamlessly into the seat next to Prue, closer than absolutely necessary, increasing the personable quality of their meeting.

"Sirius Black," He introduced himself politely, holding out his hand for her to take.

"Uh, Prue Halliwell," She took his hand nervously, but had on an attractive smile.

Sirius dipped his head to kiss her hand, keeping his brooding, dark gaze on her green eyes as his lips grazed her knuckles.

Sirius was immediately intrigued by this dark haired beauty, with smooth skin, and a blindingly beautiful smile. She was most definitely new, which made her all the more appealing, and he knew that with a mug like that that all the boys would be tripping over themselves to so much as carry her books to class. Sirius' experience, with practically every girl in that school, had taught him that there was never any benefit to shamelessly gawk, and managed not to do so with Prue.

"Let me guess, these must be your sisters," Sirius said, turning to the other girls. They all had good genes, as they were all attractive, the other two were a little homely for his tastes, but were no doubt pretty.

"Yeah," Prue began, laughing at the way that Phoebe was staring at the attractive stranger with the quick incentive to make nice with them. "The one with the bug eyes is Phoebe and that's Piper."

"Charmed," He beamed at them, extending a hand to Piper, which she shook with as little lingering contact as possible and then he moved on to Phoebe.

"No kiddin'!" Phoebe gaped, shaking his firm yet soft hand, then covered her mouth as if it would block out the sudden snort and giggle that erupted out of her.

Sirius chuckled softly and settled into the seat that he'd taken next to Prue.

"So, years and houses?" Sirius inquired coolly, raising an eyebrow in interest, relishing the fact that he was the first to meet them and gather their information.

"H-Huffle..puff...fifthyear," Piper replied quietly and hastily.

Sirius' gaze turned to Phoebe as he awaited her answer.

"Ravenclaw, fourth year," Phoebe said through an ear-to-ear smile, twisting a lock of short sandy brown hair between her fingers.

Sirius' turned his head completely to look fully at Prue, wanting her answer the most of all.

"And you?" He asked interestedly, folding his hands in his lap, animatedly twiddling his thumbs.

She smiled secretively and shook her head. "You tell me," Prue flirted casually, an attractive dimple forming on her right cheek.

Prue looked Sirius square in the eye with a stubborn, determined gaze, that somehow entertained an air of mischief and whimsy at the same time.

"Well. . . . You're attractive, collected, cool, you like games. . . . . and you've got eyes that could stare down a basilisk, so I'm going to guess you're a Gryffindor," Sirius replied confidently, a smug smile spread across his attractive features.

Prue laughed softly and smiled, "So close, but. . . . so wrong."

His face fell as he became crestfallenly perplexed. "Are you sure? That's where all us beautiful, bold, clever people are."

"Us? Aren't we confident."

Piper and Phoebe watched in awe as the flirtatious repartee went back in forth like verbal tennis.

"Yes, we are. You've got wit down pat, and you certainly are clever. . . . I'm sorry, you're just too attractive to be anything but Gryffindor," He laughed, stretching out his long body to more comfortably suit himself.

"Slytherin, sixth year," She told him with a superior grin.

"No!" Sirius half-laughed. "Slytherin? No. . . . . Do you know what kind of people are in that house? You're too classy to be a snake. You were cheated. We were cheated."

"Third person fixation?" Prue asked.

"No, we meaning my house. Gryffindor. You do know about the house competition, correct?"

"Remind me."

"Various victories, triumphs, wins, and whatnot get your house points. With someone like you on the slimy serpents team, I just might have to brace myself for some competition this year."

"You just might," Prue replied.

"Well, I better be going, I've to go change into robes, but come find me at school, I'll show you around," He offered debonairly, rising from his seat and taking slow steps backward towards the door.

"Ok."

When he was gone and the door was shut again Prue let out a whoop, falling on her back onto her seat.

"Wow. If the boys like here are like that this is definitely gonna be a good year!" She marveled.

"And how!" Phoebe agreed.

Even Piper was a little red with laughter by now, thinking that maybe this year would be okay, or perhaps even. . . .fun?