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A girl walks down the hall of a train. As she comes to a compartment, she takes a deep breath and peaks her head in and asked nervously, “Is there room for one more?” A girl with striking red hair is sitting alone in the compartment. “I guess I could make room.” Then she smiles.

“Sit down. I’m Ginny. What’s your name?”

“I’m Hannah. Are you a first-year?” 

“Yes. You?”


“Are your parents muggles?”

Hesitates. “I don’t know. My parents died when I was a baby.”


A boy leans his head into the compartment. He askes in a very concerned voice “Ginny, have you seen Scabbers?”

“No Ron, go away,” she replyed, sounding annoyed. Someone else walks by. “Come on, Ron. Fred and George were trying to feed him to Hedwig.” Then he walks away.


“Who was that,” Hannah asked with a shocked expression.

“My brother was trying to find his rat. My two of my other brothers were trying to feed this to my brother’s friend’s owl.” Ginny’s reply sounded almost bored, like something like that happens on a daily basis.

“Who’s his friend.”

“Harry Potter.”

“I have a secret to tell you.” 

“You trust me that much already?”

“Not really. I just can’t go another second without telling someone.”

“Okay. My lips are sealed”

“My name is Hannah Potter.”

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