The day to leave for Hogwarts came, Myla was happily walking beside Ron as their mother led them to the platform.

"Packed with Muggles of course," Mum complained.

"It's always the busiest day of the year," Myla said. "You'd think there'd be about nobody on a lousy Sunday."

"Ah little sister, that's what they want you to think," Fred said.

"Everyone knows Sundays are one the busiest for some Merlin reason," George added. "And it's a good thing too, more bodies to hide us."

"And more pockets to pick," Myla dreamed. 

"Myla!" Mum scolded. 

Myla started to defend herself. "I'm only looking out for dad, he loves muggle items."

"Sure you are," George laughed.

"Along the way, try to spot a giant spider," Fred laughed. "One I can sneak into Ron's ear canal."

"You wouldn't!" Rone exclaimed. 

"So would," Fred, George, and Myla said at the same time.

"You three are ridiculous," Percy scoffed. 

Mom started to look at the walls. "Now, what's the platform number?"

"Nine and three-quarters!" Ginny piped. "Mum, can't I go..."

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet," Mum ordered. "All right, Percy you go first." They all watched Percy line up, then charge through to the other side. 

"Fred, you next," Mum instructed.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," Fred said. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

Mum apologized. "Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred," Fred gleamed before running through, George close behind. Myla then went to go take her turn. 

"Excuse me," a familiar voice called out, they all looked over, to Myla's surprise it was Harry.

"Hello, dear," Mum greeted. "First year at Hogwarts? Ron's and Myla's new, too." She pointed to them. Harry was surprised to see Myla, then looked at Ron.

"Met him before?" Ron whispered.

"Help him with books a few weeks ago," Myla whispered back. 

"Yes," said Harry. "The thing is--the thing is, I don't know how to--"

"Get on the platform?" Myla cut him off; Harry nodded. "Not to worry, Mum's an expert, she can give you a quick rundown."

Mum began her speech. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Myla."

"Er--okay," said Harry, he pushed her trolley and Myla scooted over. He stared at the wall.

"Good luck," Ginny wished him.

"Thanks," Harry said, then he went forward and through the barrier. Soon Myla and the rest of the Weasleys went through. Soon Myla was standing outside the train with her family, fixing her hair; checking the pockets of some passing strangers. 

"Fred? George? Are you there?" Mum called out. 

"Coming. Mom," the voices came from the train as their mother took out a handkerchief.

"Ron, you got something on your nose," Mum huffed. Before Ron could escape, Mum had a hold of him.

"Mom--geoff!" He wiggled free. 

"Aah, has sickle Ronnie got somefink on his nose?" Fred teased.

"Shut up," said Ron.

"Where's Percy?" asked Mum.

"He's coming now," Myla said as she checked herself out in a broken mirror. Percy had already changed into his Hogwarts robes. 

"Can't stay long, Mother," Percy said. "I'm upfront, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves--"

"Prefect?" Myla cut him off, shutting her hand mirror. 

"You should have said something, we had no idea," said Fred with surprise. 

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said George. "Once--"

"Or twice," Myla said.

"A minute," said Fred.

"All summer," said George.

"Oh, shut up," said Percy with an eye roll. 

"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" asked Fred.

"Because he's a prefect," Mum said fondly. " All right, dear, well, have a good term--send me an owl when you get there." She kissed his cheek; once he left he turned to the twins and Myla. "Now, you three--this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've--you've blown up a toilet or--"

"Blown up a toilet?" George repeated. "We've never thought about that."

"Great idea though, thanks Mum," said George.

"It's not funny," Mum scolded.

"This is my first year at Hogwarts mum," Myla said. "I haven't done anything."

"Haven't done anything?" Mum repeated. "No sticky fingers!" George, Fred, and Myla giggled among each other. "Look after Ron and Myla."

"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins and Lala Myla are in good hands," Fred promised.

"Shut up," said Ron again. 

"Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" George asked.

"You know that black-hair-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?" Fred asked.

"Who?" Mum asked

"Harry Potter," the twin said.

"Harry Potter!" Ginny squeaked, she turned to her sister. "You saw him at Flourish and Blotts? Right, Myla?"

"That's the one," Myla confirmed.

"Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mom, oh please..." Ginny begged.

"You've already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo," Mum scolded. "Is he really, Fred? How do you know?"

"Asked him. Saw his scar," Fred confirmed.

"You can't just ask people about their scars," Myla scolded. "It's rude."

"I think you are way out of your field on that pickpocketer," George rolled his eyes.

"Well, what did the scar look like?" Ginny asked.

"Lightning," Fred answered. 

"Poor dear-- no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform," Mum said.

"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?" Fred asked.

Mum grew stern.  "I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school."

"All right, keep your hair on," Fred grunted.  A whistle sounded. 

"Hurry up!" Mum urged as they clambered onto the train. They leaned out the window to get goodbye kisses from Mum, Ginny started to cry.

"Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls," Fred assured. 

"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat," George added.

"George!" Mum scolded.

"Only joking, Mum," George laughed.

"I'll send you a sneakoscope I swipe from someone," Myla added.

"Myla!" Mum scolded as the train started to pull away.

"Joking!" Fred, George, and Myla laughed. Ginny was half crying and half laughing as she ran waving goodbye, she had to stop once the train started to go through the tunnel. The twins went off to find their friends, leaving Ron and Myla to find a spot.

"So, you really did see him back at that book store," Ron said. "I really thought you were lying."

"Why would I lie about that?" Myla asked. 

"Because you are Myla," Ron pointed out. "You are a thief and a liar."

"If you speak any louder, it'll be harder to go into others' pockets," Myla scolded.

"You heard mum!" Ron exclaimed.

"What she doesn't know, won't hurt her," Myla reminded him as she opened a compartment door, they looked in...once again Myla had crossed paths with Harry Potter. "Anyone sitting in here?" 

"Everywhere else is full," Ron added. Harry shook his head, the twins took a seat across from Harry.

"Hey, Ron, and Myla," the twins greeted as they appeared at the door.

"Brothers," Myla greeted as she looked at them.

"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train--Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there,"  George informed.

"Right," mumbled Ron.

"Harry," said George looking at Harry. "Did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this Ron, our brother. And our sister, Myla. See you later."

"Bye," Myla, Ron, and Harry said as the compartment door slid shut.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out. Harry nodded. "Oh--well, I thought you might be one of Fred, George, or even Myla's jokes," said Ron. "She said she helped you at the book store." Harry nodded. "And have you really got--you know..." He pointed to Harry's forehead. Harry pulled back his hair, revealing the lightning scar. "So, that's where You-Know-Who?"

"Yes," said Harry. "But can't remember it."

"Nothing?" asked Ron.

"Ron, we were specifically said not to ask," Myla reminded him.

"What's that one thing you said? What mum doesn't know, won't kill her," Ron said looking at her, then back at Harry. "Well?"

"Well--I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else," answered Harry. Ron then stared out the window. 

"Myla mentioned some of your names the day we met at the shop," Harry began. "Are all your family wizards?"

"Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk to him," Myla answered. "Other than that, yes."

"So you must know loads of magic already," Harry hoped. 

"Only seen it, haven't used much of it," Myla answered. 

"I heard you went to live with the Muggles," said Ron. "What are they like?"

"Horrible-- well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though," Harry answered. "Wish, I'd had wizard brothers."

"Five," gloomed Ron.

"Six brothers," Myla said. "And we have a sister as well." Harry seemed amazed.

"I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts, making Myla the 7th. Myla's the first girl going, so she's off the hook. But I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie already left--Bill was head boy and Charlie was the captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because, they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat."

"I got one of Bill's old classmates' robes," Myla recalled. "But I do have my own wand, perks to having a job."

"Only because of those sticky fingers of yours," Ron reminded her as he pulled out a fat gray rat. "His name's Scrabbers and he's useless, he hardly wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff--I mean, I got Scrabbers instead." Ron's ears went pink. 

"What exactly do you mean by sticky fingers?" Harry asked. 

"Sticky fingers," Myla said as she pulled out a bottle of rainbow ink.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed as he took the bottle. "I thought I lost that."

"I'd sew your pockets if I were you," Ron advised. Harry then went on to tell them about his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and his cousin Dudley. And how he had to wear Dudley's old clothes, never a proper birthday. Ron seemed to have cheered up a bit.

"...And until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort," Harry said. Ron and Myla gasped. "What?"

"You aren't supposed to say his name!" Myla exclaimed.

"Who's?" Harry asked.

"You-Know-Who's," Ron said, he was shocked and impressed. "I'd have thought you of all people--"

"I'm not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name," said Harry. "I just never knew you shouldn't. See what I mean? I've got loads to learn...I bet...I bet I'm the worst in the class."

"Nonsense," Myla dismissed his worries. "There are loads of people who come from Muggle families, and they learn quick enough, and so will you." Around noon thirty, a clattering came from outside the compartment, the door slid open revealing a smiling woman. 

"Anything off the cart, dears?" the lady asked.

"No, thank you," Myla denied. "We brought some sandwiches." Ron's ears were going pink. Harry went out in the corridor, soon he came back with loads of sweets. 

"Hungry are you?" Ron asked.

"Starving," said Harry as he took a bite out of a pumpkin pastry. Ron and Myla took out sandwiches.

"She always forgets I don't like corned beef," Ron grumbled as he pulled his sandwiches apart.

"I got egg and cheese," Myla said as she looked at hers. 

"Swap you," said Harry as he held up two pastries. "Go on--"

"It's alright," Myla denied. " I can just knack something off someone on the train later." She took a bite of her sandwich. 

"You don't want this, it's all dry," said Ron. "She hasn't got much time, you know, with six of us."

"Go on, have a pastry," urged Harry. In the end, Myla and Ron budged, the boys neglected the sandwiches and just ate the sweets. "What are these?" Myla and Ron looked up. "They're not really frogs, are they?"

"No," Myla denied. "But see what the card is. They are fun to collect."

"I'm missing Agrippa," Ron said.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Oh, of course, you wouldn't know--Chocolate Frogs have cards inside them, you know, to collect--famous witches and wizards. I've got about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa and Ptolemy," Ron explained. 

Harry unwrapped his frog, he picked up the card. "So this is Dumbledore!"

"Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!" said Ron. "Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa--thanks--." Harry tossed chocolate frogs to the other two as he read through the card. 

"He's gone!" Harry exclaimed as he turned the car.

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day," said Myla. "He'll be back."

"No, I've got Morgana again and I've got six of her...do you want it?" Ron asked. "You can start collecting."

"Help yourself," Harry said. "But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just say put in photos."

"How weird," Myla said as Ron helped himself to more frogs. They went through the chocolate frogs, soon Harry started on the beans. "You want to be careful with those. When they say every flavor, they mean every flair--you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once."

Ron put a green one in his mouth. "Bleaarg--see? Sprouts." They had a good time with the beans. Myla got watermelon, mango, elderberry, but also dirt and sand. The countryside was flying past them, the train was now showing the scenery of woods, rivers, and dark green hills. There was a knock at the door, they looked to see it open revealing a round-faced boy, he was quite tearful.

"Sorry," he said. But have you seen a toad at all?" They shook their heads. "I've lost mine! He keeps getting away from me!"

"He'll turn up," assured Harry. 

"Yes," groaned the boy. "Well, if you see him..." He then left.

"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Ron. "If d' brought a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could."

"Toads are great," Myla disagreed. "They are extremely beneficial to gardens, as well cute."

"If you are so fond, then you should go help the toad boy," Ron advised. "Unless you have the toad in one of those pockets of yours." Myla shook her head. "Mind you, I brought Scrabbers, so I can't talk." They looked at the sleeping rat. "He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference. I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look...". Ron rummaged through his trunk, pulling out a wand. "Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway--" He raised his wand as the compartment door slid open. The toadless boy was back with a girl with bushy brown hair, large front teeth, and already in her robes.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," said the girl. 

"As in Longbottom?" Myla asked, the boy nodded. "Yor gran mentions you when she comes to Flourish and Blotts." Neville's face turned red. "Your toad didn't show up here in the past five minutes from when you were last here."

"Oh, are you doing magic," the girl asked. "Let's see then."

"Er--all right," said Ron, he raised his wand again, clearing his throat. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid fat rat yellow." Nothing happened. 

"Are you sure that's a real spell?' the girl asked. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was so ever pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very school of witchcraft there is, I've heard--I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough--I'm Hermione Granger, but the way, who are you?" Harry was relieved at Ron's face that he hadn't read it.

Myla has read the course books; working at the bookstore has had its perks, Myla could read all the books she wanted. 

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.

"Myla Weasley," Myla answered, the girl zipped her pocket shut.

"Harry Potter," said Harry

"Are you really?" asked Hermione. " I know all about you, of course--I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."

"Am I?" asked Harry. 

"Goodness, didn't you know. I'd have found out everything I could if it was me," said Hermione. "Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose wouldn't be bad...Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon." The two left.

"She's chatty," Myla noted.

"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not," groaned Ron. "Stupid spell--George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud."

"What house are your brothers in?" asked Harry.

"Gryffindor," Myla answered as Ron became gloomy. "Mum and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if we aren't. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad."

"But imagine getting put in Slytherin," Ron grunted. 

"That's the house, Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?" Harry recalled.

"Yeah," Ron flopped back into his seat. "With Myla's habit, she's probably going to land in it."

"The first Slytherin Weasley would definitely make the headlines," Myla lit up.

"Don't you think being the Weasley's sticky finger child is enough headline fame for you?" Ron asked. "You just had to pick to pockets of a Ministry worker."

"So, what do your brothers do now?" Harry asked trying to change the subject. 

"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons, and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts," Ron answered.

"Did you hear about Gringotts?" Myla lit up." It's been all over the Daily Prophet."

"They probably don't get the Daily Prophet in the Muggle world," Ron reminded her.

"Right," Myla nodded. 

"Well, what happened?" Harry asked as he sat up more. 

"Someone tried to rob a high-security vault," Myla answered.

"What?" Harry asked as he looked at her. "Really? What happened to them?"

"Nothing, that's why it's such big news," Myla answered. "They haven't been caught yet. Dad says it must've been a powerful Dark Wizard to get inside, but they didn't take anything, which is odd. Dark Wizard or not, to break into a place like that is impressive."

"Everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it," added Ron. "Myla's the only one not frightened, she says it's one thief respect to another sort of thing."

"Mum had nearly had an attack when she saw the front page," Myla smiled. "She thought I went over my head on this one. Dad was quick to point out the dark wizard line."

"What's your quidditch team?" asked Ron.

"Er--I don't know any," Harry confessed. 

"What!" Ron exclaimed. "Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world," Ron explained quidditch as best as he could." The door slid open; it revealed a pale boy, with blonde hair, along with two others.

"Is it true?" the boy asked. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this Goyle," said the boy. "And my name's Malfoy."

"So you're Draken Malfoy," Myla said as she stood up. "My rival for the year."

"Draco Malfoy," the boy repeated as he glared at her,  as Ron laughed. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who the two of you are. My father told me all Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford. And let's not forget the pickpocketer child." He turned to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand, Harry just stared at it. 

Harry looked back up at Malfoy. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks."

Draco's face turned pink. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter. Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."

Harry and Ron got to their feet.

"Say that again," Ron growled. 

"Oh, you're going to fight us are you?" Malfoy sneered. 

"Unless you get out now," threatened Harry. 

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some," said Malfoy. Goyle reached forward and Ron leaped forward, then Goyle let out a yelp. Scrabbers was hanging off his finger, teeth sunk into Goyle's finger. Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scrabbers around, Scrabbers flew off.

 Myla whipped out her wand. "Immobulus!" Scrabbers froze in the air, just centimeters away from the window as the other three left. As soon as they left, Hermione reappeared. 

"What has been going on?" Hermione asked as Myla undid the spell, Ron and Harry were highly impressed with Myla.

"Unbelievable," Ron smiled as he caught Scrabbers. "He's gone back to sleep."

"You've met Malfoy before?" Myla asked Harry. He explained meeting Draco in Diagon Alley, the same day he met Myla. 

"I've heard of his family, mainly from Myla," said Ron. "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. Our dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to Dark Side."

"Mum always scolds me for raiding Malfoy's dad's pockets," Myla added. "Saying I might bring dark magic into the house."

"Can we help you with something?" asked Ron as he turned to Hermione. 

"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you?" asked Hermione. "You'll be in trouble before we even get there!"

"Scrabbers have been fighting, not us," Myla corrected.

"Would you mind leaving while we change?" asked Ron as he glared. 

"All right--I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors," said Hermione. "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way." Myla grabbed her robes and left with Hermione to change into robes. "I hope I am not in the same house as you."

"Excuse me?" Myla asked as she looked at the girl.

"We are going to lose house points due to your thieving, and you are just gonna lose all the ones I earn," Hermione answered. "

"Hermione, is it?" Myla asked, the girl nodded. "It's only stealing if you get caught. And I rarely get caught."

"And the one time you did, landed you an almost lifetime job at Flourish and Blotts," Hermione recalled. "The shop owner told me everything when I saw you take a crystal ball out of a ministry worker's pocket."

"So you're a tattletale," Myla gathered. 

"I'm honest," Hermione corrected. "And I will not tolerate your thieving! It's dirty and wrong!" Myla shook her head, she found a bathroom and changed into robes, they were a bit big on her, but it could be fixed. 

A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately." Myla quickly made her way back to her compartment, upon arriving, her pockets got filled with sweets, once the train stopped, people were pushing their way to get off the train, and a lamp came bobbing over their heads.

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" Hagrid called. "All right then, Harry?" Harry nodded. "C'mon, follow me--any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!" They followed Hagrid down a slippery path, it was quiet except for some sniffles from Neville. "Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o'Hogwarts in a sec. jus' round this bend here." There was a loud Ooohh. 

At the opening, perched on a mountain sat a marvelous castle with many turrets and towers, the starry sky enhancing the sight. 

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of rowboats. Myla ended up sharing a boat, with an Irish fellow, dark skin boy, and a tan girl with dark brown hair. "Everyone in? Right then--FORWARD!" The boats automatically moved, everyone was silent as they stared at the castle ahead. "Heads down!" Everyone ducked as they went through a curtain of ivy, they went through a tunnel that reached an underground harbor. As soon as they reached the docks, everyone carefully climbed out. "Oy, you there! Is this your toad?"

"Trevor!" cried Neville as he held out his hands, Hagrid handed the creature to him. Once everyone was out, Harry led them up a flight of stone steps and crowded around a huge oak door. 

"Everyone here?" Hagrid asked. "You there, still got yer toad?" Once Neville nodded, Hagrid raised a fist and knocked three times.