Disclaimer: The characters Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger don't belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling. Everything else is mine.

            Christina hummed happily as she drove back home from the airport. Her parents were now gone on a week-long business trip, and she had the house to herself. Her younger sister was off at some music camp. A whole week, alone in the house! Life was good to her.

            Christina was a Chinese-American sixteen-year-old who had just gotten her driver's license. She played piano and violin and was generally classified as "one of those really smart people." She was a high achiever and worked very hard to keep her grades as A's; she never cheated for grades, either. She was basically thought of as perfect: pretty, smart, and talented in music, she was her parents', her sister's, and her teachers' dream.

            She pulled into the garage and laughed as she got out of the car. Freedom at last! No parents, no sister, no school. It was Spring Break. The weather was nice, the movies were open, and the Internet was all hers. The perfect dream for a week-long break—and it had come true.

            When she got home, Christina dropped her keys upstairs on her bed, and then went to the living room to watch television. There was nothing else to do. She had already practiced piano and violin, done her daily net surfing, eaten…she might as well take a break in front of the TV for the night. It was too late to make some plans to go to the movies with her friends.

            Christina entered the living room, ready to plop down on the couch, but there was somebody—or somebodies—already there! She stared at them in surprise. Two boys and a girl were asleep on her couch. One of the boys had messy black hair and glasses, while the other was a tall redhead with many freckles. The girl had bushy brown hair. All three of the kids were wearing black cloaks or robes—they looked like bathrobes. Christina wondered who they were and how they got into the house. Maybe they were burglars! She became alarmed. What were these kids doing in her house, and how had they gotten there? Why were they asleep?

            She walked over to the black-haired boy and poked him gently. He didn't wake up. She poked him harder, and his eyes flew open. His eyes were a startling bright green, and he looked surprised.

            "Cho?" he asked groggily. "Er…where am I?" He had a British accent.

            Christina looked at him in surprise. "I don't know who Cho is," she answered, "but I'm definitely not her. My name's Christina."

            The boy raised himself on the side of the couch and looked around at the room. He spotted the people next to him and looked startled. "How did I…we…get here?" he asked.

            "I don't know," said Christina, watching him closely. "I came back from the airport and walked in here and found you three sleeping here. I don't know how you got here. I was going to ask you."

            "Well…I don't know…" the black-haired boy replied.

            "What's your name?" Christina inquired. The boy seemed harmless. However, his eyes widened at that remark.          

            "You don't know who I am?" he asked.

            "Well, no…" Christina answered, surprised. He certainly wasn't someone she'd seen or heard of. "Are you famous in the UK or something?"

            "Not exactly," he told her. Then he introduced himself. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

            "Nice to meet you, Harry," Christina said, extending her hand. He looked at it with a slightly suspicious expression, but he shook it. Christina asked, "Who are those two?" She gestured to the redhead and the brunette.

            "Those are my two best friends," Harry told her. "Ron—" he moved his arm in the direction of the redhead—"and Hermione." He pointed to the bushy-haired girl.

            "How old are you?" the Chinese girl asked curiously.

            "I'm fifteen," Harry replied, with a slightly edgy tone. "Ron's fifteen. Hermione's fifteen."

            "Okay, I didn't mean to offend you or anything," Christina said quickly, wondering at Harry's edgy and suspicious decorum. She wanted to be friends with the strangers. "Do you mind waking Ron and Hermione up? Do you want anything to eat?"

            Harry shrugged. "Okay."

            Christina left the living room and went to the kitchen, fixing up a quick plate of cookies and four glasses of juice. She heard sounds coming from the living room. It seemed like the girl, Hermione, was asking questions as to where they were. Harry sounded annoyed and kept answering, "I don't know." Christina walked in and the three settled down.

            "Here are some cookies," she said. "I'll get your drinks in a second."

            Harry nodded in reply. "That's fine."

            Christina went back to the kitchen and got the glasses of juice, serving them in pairs. Then she sat down in the armchair next to the couch. "So," she began. "Tell me about yourselves—no pressure, just as much as you would like."

            She sat and listened as the three fifteen-year-olds introduced themselves, sipping juice and eating cookies.

A/N: Please review! Tell me if I should continue this or not. I have a plot in mind. It's not a big adventure story or anything. It's meant to be just going through Christina's life with Ron and Hermione and Harry. Please review. I'd really appreciate. Thanks a million for reading.