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I'm already working on Chapter 2, so please r/r and maybe I'll get motivated and work harder on it. :D Not to beg or anything, but pweese? Lol. Thank yas!

Madison Dawn Goodlove sighed. Then she walked through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 hurriedly, but collided with something, knocking it over. Or was it a he? She kneeled down next to him, and he opened his eyes.

"I'm so sorry; are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he answered as she helped him stand up.

He was a few inches taller than she, and lean and muscular, reminding her of a wild cat for some reason. (He had that agile, calm yet alert, look about him.) The boy also had silvery-blonde hair, which might have looked odd on someone else, but seemed to match his fair skin and steel-gray eyes perfectly, just finishing off the angelic look.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. I should have moved." He offered his hand. "Draco Malfoy."

She put her hand in his and he brought it to his lips, startling her. She kept her face blank, though she couldn't fight down a small blush, and said, "Madison Goodlove."

"Pleasure to meet you, Madison."

This brought a smirk to her features. "I assure you, the pleasure is all mine."

Before Draco could reply, someone cleared his throat nearby and he glanced to his left. He looked back to her. "Would you like to meet my parents?"

"I'd love to."

So they linked arms and walked over to the two people on the platform who could only have been Malfoys. They looked on her in her black muggle clothing (which was necessary for a person who had to pass through the barrier from the muggle part of King's Cross) shrewdly and a small smile played on each parent's lips.

"Mother, Father, this is Madison Goodlove. Madison, my parents, Narcissa Malfoy," She and Mrs. Malfoy shook hands. "And Lucius Malfoy."

Madison offered her hand, but Mr. Malfoy repeated his son's earlier actions. It brought the same reaction from her and he let his small smile show.

"Did you offer to help the lady with her things, Draco?"

"Someone already brought them, Mr. Malfoy. I can't be expected to lug around a big, heavy trunk all by myself, can I?" she said, eyes widening. She turned to Draco with an amazingly innocent look and said, "I'm just a little girl."

He smirked, and she threw away the innocent look, instead going for the blank face she usually wore. However, her eyes held a certain light-but was it a sparkle-or a gleam?

They wouldn't find out, evidently, because something began to ring. Madison rolled her eyes and reached into the handbag that was on her shoulder. She took a step back and pulled out her cell phone, Malfoys looking on curiously. When she saw the caller id she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Damn muggles."

She pushed a button on the phone and put it up to her ear, automatically taking an angry stance, one hand on her hip.

"What?" she growled. "It's done, Howard. Done. I'm gone. . . . I know you have to tell them something-so do it. Tell them something! . . . Make up something-you're good at that, it shouldn't be a problem. . . ." She began to speak in French, but it's really not important what exactly she said to (and about) the man she was speaking to. Then she picked up English once more. "You're not paid to think, Howard, and if you were, you'd be one sorry, sad, and broke little man. . . . Right then. . . . Good."

She pushed the button again and put the phone back into her handbag. She went back to the Malfoys then. They had, still keeping one eye on her, discussed something while she was on the phone. Before she could speak, a family rushed onto the platform, mostly boys (older, but still unruly), but each with a shock of red hair. Madison watched them momentarily, no emotion showing on her face or in her voice.

"There does seem to be quite a lot of them, doesn't there?" She shook her head, then turned back to Draco's parents. "I'm sorry about that. My manager is fond of poking his nose where it doesn't belong. It's taking a while to break him of it."

"Quite all right, Ms. Goodlove."

"Madison, would you like to sit with me on the way to school? We could . . . get to know each other a little better," Draco said, the expression on his face matching hers exactly-face blank except for the eyes, which held another of those unreadable lights.

"Of course, Draco. That would be perfect."

Suddenly, someone ran into her. She turned to face the person, looking annoyed, but her annoyance melted away when they locked eyes-when her bright green eyes met with his . . . bright green eyes. Neither girl nor boy blinked for a long while, but finally the boy glanced away for a moment.

Then he said, offering his hand, "Sorry. I'm Harry Potter."

She glanced at his hand as if he were holding poison out to her, but took it anyway. "Madison Goodlove . . ."

After this, they stared at each other again. Suddenly, she blinked and said, "I'm adopted."

"What?"

"I'm adopted! That's why my letter was screwed up! How could I have been so stupid?" She reached into her handbag once again and pulled out the letter she'd received from Hogwarts.

He took it from her and looked at it, scrutinizing each little detail. Then he saw the name. "Madison . . . Madison Potter?"

He handed the parchment back to her with a shaking hand, and she put it back into her handbag.

"Well . . . It's certainly news to me," he said.

"Tell me about it. It's sort of nice though, eh? I didn't think I had any real family left."

"Neither did I."

"Harry! Oi, Harry!"

Madison looked to her right, where the shouts came from. It was one of those redheaded boys she'd seen before. He looked to be the same age as Harry, Draco, and herself, and was with a girl of the same age with long and wavy, chestnut colored hair. Close behind them came a girl about a year younger with long, straight hair that was a bit darker than the boy's; Madison assumed he was her brother. They slowed down when they saw the company Harry was in.

"Come here-I want you to meet someone," Harry said, taking her hand and walking towards the trio.

She followed him, but turned with a raised eyebrow to Draco. Come here?

"Madison, this is Ron," The boy. "Hermione," The brunette. "A-and Ginny." The very pretty redhead. "This is Madison."

They all shook hands. Before anyone had a chance to say more, however, Madison felt someone wrap his arms around her waist from behind. She glanced at the hands, realizing who it was. She put her hands over his arms and turned her head to see Draco.

"Still going to sit with me, Madison?"

"Of course I am, Draco. I couldn't miss a train ride with you, now could I?"

"Good. My parents are leaving; they'd like to say goodbye to you."

"Yes, of course." Madison turned to the four gaping teenagers she'd just met. "I'll see you later. At school or something."

Throwing them a half-hearted wave, she turned, again linking arms with Draco. He led her back to his parents who were watching in stony silence.

"Thank you, Draco," she said in an undertone before shivering. "I was afraid I'd have to hurt someone if I was over there much longer."

Draco's parents heard what she said, and Mr. Malfoy gave her another smile. Mrs. Malfoy was able to fight away her smile, but gave Madison a slight nod, which Madison returned, her own small smile tugging away at her lips.

"So Ms. Goodlove-or should I say Potter?" Lucius Malfoy said, looking her in the eyes. "You're Harry Potter's twin sister?"

The light came back into her eye, but this time it couldn't be mistaken for a sparkle. It was a certain gleam, and it matched perfectly with the smirk that formed on her usually vacant face.

She kept eye contact with Lucius as she replied, "Apparently."