Chapter one
Stupid time laps
The train whistle went, people rushed all over the place. One girl sat in a place by herself, her beach blond hair pulled to the side, her head rest nicely up against the window. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't sleeping. Boys who wore long dark cloak and school uniforms filled the rest of the seats. One boy eyed the girl like she was going to jump up and eat all the boys in one gulp. His whitish blond hair was short, and flowed around in a messy but almost neat way. His tie had green and white strips, this green eyes almost looked like a snakes skin. He seemed uneasy, didn't speak much, eying the sleeping girl. The train stopped, than grew colder. A girl rushed in and slammed the door behind her. She had been running, she was breathing very hard. She shoved one of the other boys, who was sitting next to the blond boy, out of the way.
"Get out of my seat! I away sit beside Draco! He and I are, well, unofficially dating!" Her voice was snobby like she ruled the world. She had short black hair that was flipped inwards under her ear. She had dark brown eyes. She shoved the boy over and sat down, curling up to the blond boy named Draco. "Something is coming Draco! I think it's going to come take us away" Her voice was childish, and annoying. The lights went out, and everything went cold. The train kept jerking. A black thing, covered in a black cloak, flew by. The blond girl woke up and eyed the door, with an almost hoping look in her eyes, like she hoped the thing wouldn't open the door.
The girl had her hair pulled over her right shoulder in a lose side eyes were yellow, almost like a cats eyes. She didn't blink, not once, while watching the evil things fly by. She wore the same school outfit, only her cloak didn't have a green, inside, or red, or blue, or any color other then black. This was her first year. She hadn't been placed in a house, she had to wait till they got back to the school. She blinked as the last thing got flung back and the train started moving again. She hadn't seemed to care how much the Draco boy had been looking at her. She glared at him, as he had to her when she slept. Her voice was nice, and sweet, unlike her glare "What? Am I better looking then your dear unofficial girlfriend?" He seemed too shocked that she was talking to him. Before he could answer, his girlfriend sitting next to him seemed to see that there was another girl in the room.
"Let hope you get into Slytherin, or you will never live your school life. You're lucky you get to sit in the same room as the great Draco Malfoy." Her voice annoyed the blond girl.
"You're lucky I haven't thrown you out the window. You are speaking with the not so great to you Emma Aurora!" Her voice spoke proud and strong. "Er, and um, I must ask, who are you? I mean who is Draco? And why is he so great?" She didn't seem so proud anymore. She spoke in an almost, not understanding voice.
"What? You don't know who he is? What are you? A muggle born?" She seemed hurt, like she had insulted her, and not the blond boy that they were talking about.
"Well, I'm not very well sure. I don't very well know what a muggle is!" She snapped at the girl. She had only known the girl for a short time, and she already hated her.
"Oh my god! How dumb are you? A muggle is a non-magic being. Being a muggle born wizened, are dirty blood! I do hope you aren't! Though I do not like you, I do hope you aren't like the gross dirty blood people in our school, we have much too many of them. You just might get a boyfriend, IF you aren't a muggle born." Her voice was harsh. kind of high pitched. "We HATE Muggle born, and so should everyone else in our school." She glanced at Draco waiting for him to say something, he just glared at Emma.
The train came to a slow stop, they were at of witchcraft and wizardry. Emma stood, she grabbed her shoulder bag. took one last glance at Draco and walked out. She didn't really want to deal with the stupid people, she knew who she was, she was a pure blood, both her mother and father were magical beings. Just like Draco, just like Harry Potter. She had overheard some people talking about him. She hurried into the school, the rest went by so fast; they took her stuff, and she was placed in the Gryffindor house. Dear god, what would they think of her now. But as she went and sat, she couldn't help but look at the back of Draco's head. No one else saw her. She wanted to throw the guy out the window, but also wanted to kiss him, she wasn't paying attention anymore, she was to busy thinking about Draco.
"Er, is she okay? She's been looking at the back of Draco's head the whole time, she looks kind of mad." A boy who they had called Fred, a twin of George both a part of the Weasley family, which a boy named Ron, was also in, and Percy, and also a girl named Ginny. They all had red hair, and hand me down clothes.
"Um, I'm not su-" George was cut off by a huge sound that came from above him, in fear and wonder he looked up. To his surprise there was a girl, about his age, standing on the table. He leaned over to a girl named Hermione and asked "What just happened?"
She rolled her eyes. "Dumbledore was introducing new people, well, new professors, and well, he was just saying 'and now our new professor' and then she popped up that's all you have missed." The girl rolled her eyes before looking up at the girl.
Kids had stood up in fear and wonder. Draco eyed the lady on the table, then somewhat blushed and looked away. Emma got mad, she glared up at the lady, and couldn't help but get mad.
"Who are you? And WHY in the world are you here?" Her voice was harsh and the lady on the table hadn't seemed to know who asked that till she looked down.
"Oh great! What year is it? I hope this is the right year." she looked around, she had dark black hair, with as many different colors you could think of going through her hair, always changing never the same color at once. She wore different colored rings on each finger. Goggles on her head. She had a brown coat, that was split into two part at the bottom at the back, it had no sleeved, v-necked. She wore a turquoise dress shirt. With a ripped up jeans. And knee high winter boots.
"Um, 2004." A voice told her from somewhere in the room.
She looked around, looking for a face she knew, looking down she saw harry "My god! James you look different! You look younger, when did you get the scar on your forehead?" She looked at him oddly.
"Um, I'm not James. I'm Harry. Did you know my dad?" His voice was kind of sad.
"Your dad..." She looked around and Lupin stood.
"Your back? Did you find it? How was your trip? Um, we have to speak, you have missed a lot." Lupin sounded happy, and worried, all at once.
Dumbledore looked at her in utter sadness. "You have lost lots of time. Time here did not stop, I wish it had, so you could come back and it be the same year it was when you left. But, it is not. I want everyone to give a welcome to our new professor Wicked Brutus"
No one clapped, like they always do. Everyone just sat there, and looked up at her. People whispered to each other.
In anger, Emma looked at Dumbledore. "Professor Dumbledore! You can't be real about this! The girl is only fourteen by the looks of it! She can't be any teacher! What does SHE know about teacher? And even if she is good at it what does she know about magic that Fred, or George don't? She is just a smart as them!" Kids agreed some yelled 'get rid of her' or 'she needs to be in school!' or other rude things.
Dumbledore raised his hand, and everyone went quiet. Dumbledore looked uneasy. "You have no say, she may even know more then me."
Wicked laughed. "Dumbledore, that's not true! And they are right, I shouldn't be teaching, I'm not a good age. I will go into the class I was in, before I left. Gryffindor. I will join, er, whoever Fred and George are." She stepped down from the table and glanced over at Draco. "H-have I met you? You look like- Malfoy just, shorter hair." she looked uneasy. Unsure.
Draco's face went dark "How do you know me?"
" It wasn't YOU, I think...I think it was, er, your dad. He wasn't a very nice guy, he was really rude! Thought he ran the school, bullied a lot of us." She wasn't sure if she was talking about the right man, but it sure felt like it. He, the boy in front of her, gave her the same uneasy feeling that the last Malfoy she had met.