Hey, y'all. I'm Kay Lune, the author of this story (obviously). After a long time of not updating, I've decided to come back to the wonderful world of FanFiction. I'm planning on editing every chapter, then updating and finally concluding this story. I hope you all enjoy the edits. Bare with me!

All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except Persephone.

The sun was too bright. The people were too loud. This seat was too hard.

Most importantly, I was envious of all the hugs and kisses. My parents dropped me off at the train station and like always, I had to fend for myself. Thankfully, I followed a family that screamed 'wizards' from a mile away. The way they were dressed was the way my parents dressed when they were in high school. Not a cute look. Not even back then. I'm just grateful I found my way to the platform.

People kept saying their goodbyes to their families and their hellos to their friends. Me? I sat in this uncomfortable sofa-like thing like a weirdo that had nothing else to do. My creeper levels were going extremely overboard. But, what else was I supposed to do? I had no one to say goodbye to or anyone to say hello to.

This was nothing new though. I was always the new girl. My father is a muggle and is a lieutenant for the military. My mother, in the other hand, is a witch. She worked as a healer so she was able to find a job practically anywhere. Because of my mom's magical talents and smarts, I was never behind on magic. To be honest, I was usually ahead. This past summer I had move from France to England, where my dad's boss promised not to move us again. That is why I am currently on the train to go to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Anyways, I continue to be a creep and stare at people. It's not like they noticed anyways. That's the good thing about being the new girl. No one ever notices me.

I was starting to fall asleep when I heard the compartment door open. I didn't think much of it until I heard a girl say hi. I turned to look at whoever spoke to me. It was a small group of friends: a bushy blonde hair girl carrying a huge book that looked like Hogwarts, A History, a cute redhead with a lot of freckles spread across his face and a black-haired boy with round glasses that covered a beautiful pair of green eyes.

"Hi," said the bushy blond girl again as she waved.

I nodded at her. "Hello!"

She probably thought I was weird already. If she did, she didn't show it. "I'm Hermione!" she said as she put her hand out.

I shook her hand and smile. "I'm Persephone!"

She returned the smile. "This is Ron," she said as she looked at the tall redhead. "This is Harry," she added as she looked at the black haired boy.

Then the light bulb goes off. "You're Harry Potter!" I said before I could stop myself. I could feel my cheeks warming up and turning into a bright shade of red.

They began to laugh. "Yes, I am the Harry Potter," he said as he began to laugh even harder.

I place my hands on my face. What the hell was I thinking? Seriously. I haven't even arrived to Hogwarts and I am already making myself look stupid. Then I realized I was being rude.

"I'm sorry. I just realized that I am so rude. Would you like to sit down?" I asked as I waved my hands at the empty seats around me.

They smiled. "Finally she asks" said Ron as he took the seat in front of me.

I gave him a dirty look and stuck out my tongue at him. He began to laugh. "So, I am assuming you're new here?"

I nodded. "Yes sir. I was raised in America, but my father is in the muggle military. We moved a lot. I've gone to school in South America and Asia. Then I moved to France two years ago so I attended Beauxbatons. This past summer, my dad was relocated AGAIN here, which is why I'm talking all of you on our way to Hogwarts."

"Oh, there were some Beauxbatons students at Hogwarts last year" says Ron. "Lots of cute girls, I must say."

I rolled my eyes. That's the typical guy thing to say. "You are such a guy, Ron. Anyways, I was actually at Hogwarts last year for the Triwizard Tournament. My big sister was Fleur's best friend."

"That's why you looked familiar to me!" yelled Hermione as she jumped up and down in her seat.

I looked at her confused. I don't remember meeting her.

"You were Seamus' date, if I remember correctly," she said as she placed her book on the table.

Then I remembered that she saw everything. She saw what Seamus did. She was me slap him. She was the shoulder I had cried on. Thankfully, she didn't say what happened. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back as if she knew what I was thinking. I turned to look at Ron and Harry. "Yeah, I was Seamus' date."

"Oh, you're a fifth year then?" asked Ron.

"Yup. It's like I'm going to re-live last year except I'm actually going to be a Hogwarts student. I am really excited. I really loved Hogwarts!"

We continued talking and learning about each other. I really enjoyed talking to them. They were really cool, funny and great. We then changed into the not-so-cute Hogwarts uniform. I then realize that they wore red and orange on their uniform. Hermione then told me that was the color for Gryffindor house – the house they were in and the one I know wanted to be part of.

The train finally came to a not-so-smooth stop. I gathered my things and followed Harry, Hermione and Ron outside. It was dark at the train station, and it scared me a bit.

"You must be Miss Lune," I heard a deep voice say. I turned around and saw Harry hugging this huge man. "I understand that you are not a first year, but you need to be sorted into a house the traditional way."

I nodded. Harry, Ron and Hermione wished me good luck and then said goodbye to the giant, whose name was Hagrid. I followed the first years and Hagrid to our new home.

The Great Hall was breathtaking. It was a bit smaller than Beauxbatons' but probably much more beautiful. There were portraits and suits of armor everywhere. The ceiling was my favorite part of the Great Hall though. It was supposed to mimic the night sky, which was clear and full of bright stars.

Since I wasn't paying attention to what was in front of me, I didn't notice that the group had come to a halt. I bumped into a first year that gave me the stink eye. I return the favor. I was not going to be treated like that by a tween. I started to focus on what was in front of me. I really wanted to know how everyone got sorted into the different houses. Maybe it was a test or just out of random? I just hoped that the head of the houses didn't just pick out of random like captains for a dodge ball game. That would have been really awkward.

An older woman wearing a beautiful silky gown was in the front of the podium with a stool next to her. On top of the stool stood an old, black witch hat. I then started to giggle at the fact that maybe we picked by names in the hat.

Out of nowhere, the older woman yelled "Asorta, Janie." A little girl with brown braids walked towards her and sat on the stool. The older woman placed the hat on her head. After a few minutes, the hat loudly yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

At that moment, I became really excited to be sorted. It looked so stressful, but interesting that the hat knew where you belonged. I felt like a kid in a candy shop. Finally, I heard my name be yelled through the hall.

"Lune, Persephone!"

I walked up the steps and sat on the stool. After a few seconds, or a millennium, whatever was longest, the hat screamed out "GRYFFINDOR!" I heard a loud cheer coming from the table to the left of me. I smiled as I got up and walked to the table. There stood Harry, Ron and Hermione smiling and cheering the loudest.

I am now a Gryffindor with friends. Yup, I was totally going to love Hogwarts.

The Gryffindor common room was nothing like I had expected. I thought the common room would be relaxing and a bit sociable. Boy, was I wrong. The common room was a party ready to happen. There was so much commotion and talking and magic. People were hugging each other after a summer of not seeing other. Gossip was being told. Spells were shot. Games were played. I honestly couldn't keep up with all the craziness that was happening around me. That was until a very attractive red head fell on my lap.

"Do you have a map?" he asked me as he batted his eyes.

I glared at him. This boy was off his rocker. "What? Of course I don't have a map."

"'Cuz baby, I just keep getting lost in your eyes" said the attractive red head as he winked at me.

I rolled my eyes, but somehow I couldn't help but smile. This boy was something else. Yet, somehow, I was interested on what this boy had to offer. "Were you arrested earlier?" I asked.

He smiled knowing where I was headed. "No, why?" he said in a seductive voice.

I placed my forehead on his and bit my lip. As seductively as I could (without being awkward, mind you), I bit my lip. "Cuz it's gotta be illegal to look so sexy."

His eyes widen and placed his face closer to me. We were so close that one move could mean our lips would be touching. At the thought, my heard began pounding through my chest as fast as a racecar. "I've just moved you to the top of my 'to do' list," he said as placed a kiss on my nose.

I placed my hand on his chest, and I began to move my finger around his chest. I then place my lips near his ear. "Screw me if I am wrong, but haven't we met before?" I whispered as kissed his neck.

He pulled back and smiled. "Oh baby!" he said. He began to laugh. "You are fun! I'm Fred Weasley, by the way" he added. "What is your name baby?"

"Mi amor, my name is Persephone Lune," I said as I gave him a cute smile.

He got off my lap. "Oh, you speak the language of romance? I like you a lot more now. Anyways, it was extremely nice to meet you" he said as he grabbed my hand and placed a small kiss on it. I shall see you around to flirt a little more." He then turned around and left.

Me? I couldn't move or breathe or say anything. That boy literally took my breath away and left me speechless. He was really something else. Yet, he reminded me of someone-

"Was my brother bothering you?" I heard Ron say. I looked up and saw him with a concern face.

"-Your brother?" I asked. Then I looked at Ron closely: the red hair.

As if he could read my mind, Ron responded. "That git is one of my older brothers. He is quite popular that one. Was he bothering you though?"

"Oh, no. He was just introducing himself. He likes the attention doesn't he?"

"Yup, him and George love the attention."

"Who's George?"

"My other brother, his twin"

I looked at Ron. Then I looked for Fred. He was standing next to a guy that looked exactly like him. "Identical twins that act identical," said Ron. "I'll see you later okay."

I nodded. I needed to get some rest. This has been some crazy day and I couldn't deal with any more crazy.

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