Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it…

Author's Note: Pardon my really bad spelling. I apologize if the characters are a little OOC, I have absolutely no idea what they would be like if they were kids so I've been left to guesstimate. REVIEW OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BITE YOUR LEGS OFF! I promise it will get more exciting later. I just have to get past the basics that you guys already know about first.

Oh, by the way, I got the fifth season of SVU on DVD for Hannukah, right? And I watched the episode "Mean"…a lot. And I have come to this sudden realization that I fucked up on Casey's age. And because I'm lazy and don't feel like re-posting the entire story all over again, I'm going to change her birthday to July 17th…just so you know. I thank you for your time and understanding…

That Year
By: Nimmireth

Chapter 4: Hogwarts Express

"Come on, Casey, rise and shine! We have to leave in an hour to get to King's Cross," her mother told her.

Casey groaned. "What time is it?" she wondered, sounding groggy.

"9:15. Your train leaves at 11:00. Come on, get up and get ready. You have to wear Muggle clothes for now, but before you get to Hogwarts you have to change into your robes. I'll go make some food while you get dressed."

Her mother exited the room while Casey pushed herself up from the bed. She opened her eyes, but the light was too bright. She had to close them and make the attempt to reopen them. She kept doing so until her eyes finally adjusted to the light and she was able to keep them open for more than two seconds.

She got out of her bed and walked over to her set of bureau dreaurs and pulled out a green shirt that read the words "No autographs, please" and a pair of denim kapris that went down to her knees. She picked up her hairbrush and brushed her hair until it was almost static and separated her hair into three sections to braid it. She then tied it with a green rubber band and went downstairs.

Casey came into the kitchen and saw her mom cooking scrambled eggs and French toast on the stove. "So," she began. "What can you tell me about Hogwarts?"

"Well," Annalizabeth said. "It's a boarding school, so you will be there most of the year. You have the option to come home during the winter holidays. Each day consists of any of these classes: Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, History of Magic, Defense against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Astrology, among others. Once you get to third year you get to choose some of your classes. I, unfortunately, chose Divination."

"What's that?"

"A stupid class where the professor tries to tell you how to see what could happen in the future, only in not so many words," she said. "The professor was a fraud, as well as any other professor who makes the attempt to teach the class. It's stupid; Muggle Studies would have been so much more interesting."

"Muggle Studies? Who the heck would want to learn about Muggles?"

"Someone who's not a Muggle," she said, putting a plate with food on it on front of Casey and sitting down next to her in front of another plate of food. "Besides, I only knew magical life when I was in school, so Muggle Studies would have been so interesting. I also took Ancient Runes, that class was awesome. The professor was nice, too. I got really good marks; Os mostly, but I got a couple Es."

"Os? Es? What happened to As and Bs? What's the grading system?" Casey wondered between mouthfuls of French toast.

"O stands for 'outstanding', E means 'exceeds expectations', A stands for 'acceptable', P is 'poor', D is 'dreadful', and T is for 'troll'," Annalizabeth told her after finishing some eggs. "But those grades are only used for O.W.L and N.E.W.T exams and you don't have to take those until fifth and seventh year, so you have some time before then."

Casey swallowed some food before asking "What happens when you get there?"

"Well," she began. "There will be someone to lead the first years across the lake while the others ride carriages to the school. But when you get there, someone will explain what goes on during the sorting, what different houses there are, etc. Then you go into the Great Hall to be sorted into your houses and then there is the Opening Feast. It's the best thing in the world. Oh, my god, the food is so good.

Anyway, after that there are announcements and bedtime. The next day you get your course schedules and such. Then you have all of your classes in various parts of the castle. It took me a while to finally get to classes on time, but you'll figure it out faster than I did, I'm sure.

Every once in a while there will be Quidditch games. Quidditch is a sport played on broomsticks. There are three Chasers, two Beaters, a Keeper, and a Seeker. It would take too long for me to explain it, but you could probably figure it out just by watching it. It's such a fun game. My brother, Benjamin, was the Keeper on the Gryffindor team. Now he plays professionally for Sweden. Remember three years ago when I told you guys I was going on a trip with a few friends to France just to see the sights?"

"Yeah," Casey nodded.

"I lied; Tiffany and I went to see my brother participate in the Quidditch World Cup. They won. The game lasted for two days. Two days! I though Benny was going to have a heart attack every time their Seeker was after the Snitch."

"The Snitch?" Casey wondered.

"A little golden ball the size of a walnut with wings and is disgustingly fast and almost impossible to find. The Seeker has to catch it and the Seeker who does catch it ends the game and gets their team one hundred and fifty more points."

"Oh," Casey said, rather confused and ate some more eggs.

"Yeah," Annalizabeth said. She looked at her watch. "We have to go in ten minutes, just so you know. So finish up, brush your teeth and then we'll leave."

She did just what her mother said, and before she knew it she was packing all of her magical belongings in the trunk and put her owl—or Huey, as Casey randomly began to call him and dubbed that to be his name—in the backseat. She sat down in the back next to him and then they were on their way to King's Cross train station.

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Casey began to take her things out of the trunk while Annalizabeth went to go get a cart to put everything on. Casey found it just a little bit weird that she had an owl with her, but nonetheless her stomach was tingling with excitement and nerves.

Her mom finally came back with the cart and they both began putting her supplies on it. "Mom, what platform are we headed to?" she asked.

"Nine-and-three-quarters," Annalizabeth told her.

She stopped in her tracks and held up her palms. "Whoa," Casey said. "Nine-and-three-quarters? That doesn't even exist!"

"Remember, Casey," her mother began, putting her trunk on the cart. "You're going to a magical place; of course it exists."

She nodded. "Right," she began. "Of course. How could I forget?"

They finally finished putting her belongings on the cart and began strolling through the different platforms. They went past platforms one through eight and when they got to platform nine, Annalizabeth stopped and her daughter followed suit. Annalizabeth gave Casey's ticket to her and then looked at the brick wall in front of her. "There it is," she told her.

Casey raised an eyebrow. "There what is?" she wondered, folding her ticket.

"Platform nine-and-three-quarters," her mother said. "Just walk through the wall."

"Excuse me?" Casey said, glancing at her mother. "'Walk through the wall?'"

"Yup," Annalizabeth said. "Just go on. You can run if you're nervous. Don't worry; it's not hard. And I'll go in after you."

Casey looked from her mother, to the wall, back to her mother and to the wall again. She took a deep breath and began rolling her cart in the direction of the barrier. She got closer and closer and went faster and faster. This isn't happening, she thought. This isn't going to work. I'm going to crash and break my neck. She found herself sprinting towards the wall and closed her eyes, expecting to collide with the bricks plastered together with cement.

Only thing is, she didn't; instead she found herself staring at a huge scarlet red engine steaming with smoke. There was a sign right above it that read Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock. She checked her watch; it read 10:53, she had seven minutes left until the train left for Hogwarts. She turned around; an iron arch stood there with a sign over it that read the words Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters. "I got through," she said, more to herself than anyone else. "I got through."

"Alexandra Natalie Cabot!" she heard someone shout. Casey looked over and saw a girl who appeared to be older than her with short brown hair, brown eyes and wearing a knee-length black skirt and a blue shirt.

"Olivia Rachel Benson!" another girl shouted back to her. This girl—Alexandra, as the other girl, Olivia, had said her name was—had shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes and wearing black glasses. She had on blue jeans and a sparkly purple shirt. She started running in Olivia's direction and glomped her when she got to her.

Before they could break apart, a boy about six feet tall who looked around sixteen with black hair and blue eyes walked up to them and picked them both up, one girl in each arm. They let out little screams as he twirled them around. He finally put them down and kissed them on the top of their heads. "Liv, Alex," he said. "It's been a while."

"Elliot, it's been three months," Alex told him.

"Exactly," he replied. "Three months is a long time, Alex, to be without friends."

"What about Kathy?" Olivia wondered.

"What about her?" Elliot asked.

"What? Didn't you see her over the break?"

"Yes," he said.

"Well, there you go; you did hang out with people during the summer," Alex told him.

"What are you, a lawyer?" he asked.

"A what?"

"Never mind," he said. "This is what I get for being born into a Muggle family with a bunch of law enforcers. Come on; let's get our asses onto the love train, shall we?"

"We shall," the girls responded. They all rolled their packages over to the train and started packing them onto a car when Annalizabeth appeared from behind the blockade.

She sighed. "This place has not changed one bit," she told her daughter. "I remember that steam engine; it broke down my fourth year. Magic does work wonders, though; we were on our way there seconds after a spell was performed." She checked her watch and rubbed her daughter's shoulders. "Come on; let's get your stuff on the train."

Casey and Annalizabeth both approached a car and began shoving her stuff into the compartment above the seat. Once they were done, Annalizabeth got off and Casey leaned out the window to talk to her. "Now," Annalizabeth began. "I'll be waiting outside the wall when you get back. Now just pay attention during class and have fun; it's a really great place, you'll love it. I love you, honey."

"Love you, too, mom. Bye," Casey said. Just as the train started to move her mother turned around and disappeared right before her eyes.