New School, New Witch

Alright! My first Marauders Fan Fiction! Scratch that, my third. But my first on my own and on Wattpad! All rights to the amazing J.K. Rowling, who wrote the best books I've ever read! Votes and comments are greatly appreciated! Thanks!(:

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First day at a new school is one thing. First day at a magic school is another. And let me say, I'm not excited. I'm not very good at making friends, and I'll miss the ones at Beauxbatons dearly. But I'm also somewhat excited I suppose. Hogwarts is supposed to be the best school around, academics wise. And I have been looking for a challenge. Let me introduce myself. The name's Stacy, and I'm going to Hogwarts for the first time as a fifth year. How well the year will go, I'm not sure.

My hands tense up on my newly wet cart, from the sweat on my hands and run through the wall. There's a huge gust of wind, a sound of grinding metal and a smell of...brick as I walk out the other side at a new platform.

"Mom, Dad, wish me luck." I sigh, and say my goodbyes, close to tears.

After whiping the few tears that did slide down my cheeks away, I realize the train is about to leave.

"Bloody hell." I mumble, and sprint to the huge train called The Hogwarts Express. Lucky for me, I make it on. Unluckily for me, there's one compartment left. And it's full of guys who look like they've been friends for ages, probably right.

"You fellas mind if I sit in here? Every other compartment's full." I sigh.

"Not at all." A tall looking, skinny boy with neat brown hair, reading a book answered. He shut it quietly.

"Not at all is right." A second said. He had curly black hair that was messy in that nice way thats indescribable and a sturdy frame. He seemed to look me over as I did the same to him.

"So what's your name?" A third asks, this one with circular glasses that look familiar and untidy hair similar yet not with the second boy's.

"Besides your last name, because we know that pretty soon, it will be Black." He smirks at the second, I assume that's his last name.

"Stacy. Stacy Holmes. And...I'm not so sure, maybe it will be...Potter! Thats who you are!" I gasp.

"Wait. Stacy?! Merlin's beard! I thought I'd never see you again!" Potter exclaims. We look each other over. He still has those glasses, that where I've seen them before! And let me say, he has definitely become more attractive.

"Um, hello? Am I missing something?" Black snaps us out of our reunion.

"Oh sorry! James' parents used to work with mine at The Ministry, and were dear friends. And we were also..." I sigh.

"Until we were ten, and she moved to go to Beaubatons. And I hadn't seen her since."

"Until now! Blimey you don't know how much I've missed you!" I reach over and pat his shoulder. "So I assume that these are your friends, and they are mischievous as you?"

"You assume correctly." Black slides his hand through his hair. "But I don't like to be known as "Potter's friend." I'm Sirius, Sirius Black." he sticks out his hand, and we shake. He sure has a good grip.

"And I'm Remus Lupin," the boy sitting on my right, introduces himself. He has kind eyes, much different than Black's, who were more flirtatious and edgy. I can tell he is probably the softy of the group, not to mention the brains, since he's the only one with a book in the compartment, except me of course.

"And I'm Wormtail! I-I mean P-Peter Pettigrew!" A short,stout boy with ratty looking blonde hair says. I decide to let the Wormtail thing slide, I know I'll find out soon enough. He's the tagalong it seems. The one they took under their wing...