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Untamed Magic

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

To everyone else who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry it was just the beginning of a new year of school, but to Harry Potter, it was the beginning of his 'real' life. Harry was immensely relieved that summer break was over with and that his 6th year at Hogwarts was finally starting. Most of his summer Harry either had been constantly arguing with the Dursleys over this or that, or he had been mulling over that fact that his last hope to escape the Dursleys, his godfather, Sirius Black, was gone forever.
Harry was getting on the Hogwarts Express for the fifth time in his life and was wondering where Ron and Hermione were. Suddenly it occurred to him that they again this year would be in the prefect's compartment, seeing as he remembered that they were both still prefects. Harry finally found an empty compartment for himself to sit in and waited for Hermione and Ron to visit him. He was beginning to wonder if his two best friends had forgotten about him after nearly ten minutes had passed. Harry nearly jumped in anticipation when the compartment door started to slide open, but instead of seeing Ron or Hermione's face, he met the face of a rather stunningly pretty girl. She had gorgeous long wavy dark brown hair, which looked like dark chocolate, beautiful olive skin and the most outstanding colored eyes he had ever seen in his entire life, violet.
The mysterious girl then shyly asked, "Ummm... Hello, I was wondering if I could join your compartment, because everywhere else is rather full," which she thought to herself wasn't a total lie anyhow, since everywhere else was practically full. She was shocked though when she sensed someone who was very unsettled in this compartment and she found no other than Harry Potter.
Harry quickly replied, "Yes, yes of course, there's plenty of room to spare," and helped her with her luggage. "By the way, I'm Harry Potter and you are...?" He inquisitively asked.
"Oh sorry, I'm Ciara and a Gryffindor sixth year like yourself," she replied. A surprised Harry replied, "Oh really, that's funny, because I'm almost positive I've never met you, let alone seen you."
"Most people don't." Ciara simply replied. For a brief moment there was an awkward silence, which was suddenly broken by the compartment door opening and Ron, and Hermione entering.
"Hello Ron! Hi Hermione! Finally you've come. This is Ciara, she's a Gryffindor sixth year too." Harry quickly said. Hermione and Ron also did not remember ever seeing or meeting the mysterious girl. Quickly all four of them became friends and chatted for most of the train ride about odds and ends. Suddenly the compartment open yet again, but instead of seeing someone the trio was rather fond of they came face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy himself along with his rather stupid buffoons who act as his henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Well, well, well what do we have here? A mudblood, a potty, and a weasel all in one compartment," Malfoy said in his evil drawl. "And who might you be?" He asked Ciara in a seductive tone.
Ron defensively interrupted and said, "This is our friend Ciara, she's a sixth year Gryffindor too. So bugger off Malfoy!"
"Hmmm... So polite as always aren't we Weasel?" Draco replied, "At least I don't have to resort to childish wordplay that sounds like it's coming from the mouth of a peasant. Well then again I guess your family is poor enough for you to be brought up speaking with such vulgar language..."
Ron turned a shade of deep tomato and looked as if he was about to pounce on Malfoy and rip out his throat with his bare hands, until Harry came to the rescue and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Malfoy go away and bother someone with IQ as low as yours," said Harry. Malfoy reached beneath his cloak and menacingly pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Harry.
Malfoy replied, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't curse you." Hermione said in a panicky voice, "Harry be careful. He's not worth it."
Harry said, "Well for starters Malfoy, my father wasn't some son of a dung beetle who became a death eater." Just as Malfoy started to mutter the words of a curse, something no one expected happened. He started choking so that he couldn't finish getting all of the words out. Every time he tried he just sputtered even worse. Angrily Malfoy glared at everyone in the compartment and maniacally said, "This isn't the end of this!" And as soon as he had appeared he left with his two baboons, and everyone in the compartment started cracking up. Hermione said, "Wow who pulled that curse from under Malfoy's sleeve?"
"Well I sort of did, with the Spultterus curse," replied Ciara. "Wow that was bloody brilliant," said Ron, "The little prick didn't even notice!"
"And neither did we, "Harry said, "Thanks a ton for getting him off our backs for the moment though."
"It was no problem and I rather enjoyed it anyhow. He has no right to talk like that to people, and I thought he needed to be taught a lesson or two. What does he have against you guys anyways?" Ciara said.
Hermione piped, "Well it kind of all started first year at Hogwarts and the three of us became friends and Malfoy couldn't help himself for picking on us. I mean I'm muggle born, Harry has no parents, and he loves making fun of Ron's family because his father is obsessed with muggles."
"Oh and because he hates anyone who is not pure blood, he think he's better than anyone else for the fact that he is a pure blood, and he hates Harry especially, because he caused the downfall of you-know-who. His father is a big supporter of you-know-who you know and is right within his inner circle." Ron quipped.
"Wow I see," Ciara quietly replied. She couldn't help just being a little bit curious about the rather annoyingly handsome looking, mysterious blond with eyes as blue as the ocean. Ciara could feel that there was much more than meets the eye about this so called Draco Malfoy. Although it was none of her business, she curiously wanted to know what he was hiding about himself from the rest of the world. She thought it was especially curious when he blocked his thoughts from her, when she tried to read his mind. Ciara had been gifted as a young child as a quite sneaky mind reader, no one yet had been able to intercept or block her process or reading one's mind. Surely he could not have noticed it? But then again she could clearly remember the cold inquisitive blue eyes that had met hers as she was probing into his mind...