Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone in the Harry Potter world. JK Rowling owns it all, and she is amazing. End of Disclaimer.
You leaned your head against the window and sigh. How had you gotten yourself in this situation? Oh yeah, your mom was killed on your 16th birthday nine months ago leaving you to deal with foster home after foster home. This was the best offer to come your way since then. The warning whistle went off, startling you. You groan, this time slamming your forehead a little harder into the window. You had the sudden urge to break the window, jump out of it, and run far away from the train station as fast as you could. Of course being American would not help you at all now that you were located in London, England. You were lucky you knew what Big Ben was. So here you were stuck on a train bound for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You close your eyes and begin thinking about the lessons your mom had taught you while you were growing up. She kept your powers a secret while letting you go to normal muggle school. Muggle by day Witch by night she used to say. It had made you smile.
You didn't flinch when you heard the compartment door open. You just sat there, and listened.
"Who is she?" a guys voice asks as he enters the compartment.
"Ron, be quiet. You'll wake her. And besides we can just ask her when she is not asleep." Both of them sit across from you while someone else sits beside you. You feel a hand slide past you reaching down past your feet.
"Please don't touch my stuff." You say sitting up.
The boy who had leaned over sat up straight not taking his wide green eyes off of you. Your eyes notice the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. You try to take him all in… his messy black hair, his cute round glasses, his totally handsome face. And then you realized you were staring.
"Oh, sorry. Well I am Harry Po…" he started but you interrupted him.
"I know who you are, but what about you two?" you turned to the red headed boy and brunette girl watching you curiously.
"This is Ron and Hermione." He says pointing at each of them in turn. Well glad he pointed out the boy as Ron and the girl as Hermione you might have gotten them mixed up. You wanted to hit yourself. You needed to stop being so cynical. This was a new place with new people… and the boy who lived of course. The really cute boy who lived. They each said Hi.
"I am Lanae Iverson by the way."
"Are you new? I mean I have never seen you before and you definitely don't sound like you're from here, so I was just wondering." Ron ends up tapering off as Hermione nudges him.
"Yeah, I am." As soon as you admit this Ron and Hermione seem to get into a huge discussion about anything and everything Hogwarts. Half listening your gaze turns back to Harry. He wasn't paying attention at all. He was staring past you all, out the window, looking very sad.
All of a sudden the compartment door is opened again. A boy with super blonde hair and incredibly blue eyes is standing there, with a rather sour expression on his otherwise rather cute face. He glares at Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"So you're all still here? Damn. I would have thought at least one of you would have been killed by now." Ron and Harry stand up in unison and shout, "Go away Malfoy!"
"I would really like to see you try." The boy named Malfoy says with a wicked grin on his face. That's when you notice the two hulk like boys standing behind him. Well, at least the drama here seems interesting. Some popcorn and a soda would be nice though, you thought jokingly. While they seem to be having a glaring match the name Malfoy slowly starts to ring some bells. Where had you heard that name before?? Your eyes open wide at the sudden epiphany. You stand up. All eyes were on you as you walked over to Malfoy, including his. He eyes you up and down before saying anything.
"And who might you be?" Ignoring his question you ask, "Malfoy? That name sounds so familiar. Is it pretty common?"
"Actually it isn't. It is from a long ancestral line of pure-bloods." He answers shooting Hermione a nasty look, "Actually my father is Lucius Malfoy. Ever heard of him?" You don't take your eyes off of his.
"Yes, yes I have." You say inching towards him. "In fact I met your father not too long ago." You continue to edge closer until there is about four inches between you.
"You did?" Malfoy asks suddenly sounding unsure. You raise your hand up and slowly caress his cheek. You feel him shudder under your touch. "Yes. And I just think I should be honest with you." You say leaning in even closer, your lips nearly touching. He tries not to gulp.
"Honest about what?" In a whisper so low only Malfoy could hear you, you say menacingly, "I will make your father pay for what he did." And with that you push him, hard. No one noticed your eyes changing to a tint of red. And no one thought the push would get Malfoy anywhere, but a second later he and his two goons were thrown into the opposite compartment knocking the door and all its occupants. You slam the door and sit back down in your seat. Three pairs of eyes were staring at you, shocked. You turn and stare out the window, not in the mood for giving explanations.
"That was bloody brilliant." Ron says enthusiastically. Hermione nods in agreement. Harry continues to stare at you, curiously. Feeling the awkward tension you stand up quickly and grab your bag.
"I am off to change. Be back in a bit." And with that you opened the door, stepped over the unconscious Malfoy boy, and walked down the hallway.