Author's Note: This is the first time I have attempted a fanfiction where the main character is an original character. I promise that I won't leave out the rest of J.K. Rowling's amazing characters (which I do not own). However this first chapter is going to be really long, and I know it may seem like there isn't much action, but it's to get you acquainted with the character. So with that said, Happy Reading!


"I'm feeling like I'm chasing,

Like I'm facing myself alone.

I've got somebody else's thoughts in my head

I want some of my own

I want some of my own

I want some of my own"

"Someone Else's Song"-Lifehouse

Chapter One: Someone Else's Story

I am on a plane, a return flight to London from O'Hare in Chicago to be exact. Every summer my father sent me back to Chicago to be with my mother. She is a Muggle and they divorced when I was two. She hated the fact that I was going to be like my father. She was also against moving to London when I turned ten so that I could attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the following year. My father was an American pureblood wizard whose family had sent him to England to attend Hogwarts too. His family was the only American one to attend Hogwarts instead of National Magic School in the States. My father's unlimited wealth and power probably helps the fact. Our family is not the only pureblood family in the States, but we're the wealthiest of the twelve. The main difference between pureblood families in the States and in Europe was that our families occasionally married Muggles, Muggle-borns, and halfbloods without believing they taint our blood. We believe incest is unnecessary (which is what European Purebloodism will lead to). To us, pureblood just means for generations we have had magical children. However, at Hogwarts, I am a Halfblood. What makes it worse? I was sorted into Slytherin. I have a severe phobia of snakes, I'm a Halfblood, and I'm American. I'm damn surprised I made it through six and a half years without an "Avada Kedavra" thrown my way from my fellow Slytherins. Why six and a half years, because last year Lord Voldemort decided to stop school with the Final Battle at Hogwarts. The Final Battle that Harry Potter died for ten minutes in and then was suddenly fine. That boy really is The-Boy-Who-Lived. He was also super hot! As a matter-of-fact, a good portion of the school's males were good looking. Sorry, I digress, back to being on the plane home to my father. This was a long flight and even though I have done it the last eight years of my life, I still hate it. I hate flight of all kinds, including brooms.

Hours later, I landed. As I grabbed my luggage and headed towards the arrivals area exit of Heathrow Airport, I stopped the personal music charm I had given myself. I never used my wand to do it. Having mental magic was another thing in Hogwarts that I would have been ostracized for, if any of them had known. I didn't get to graduate, but my seventh year was over so I don't think I'll be able to finish school.

"Jordayna!" My father yelled from the doors.

"Daddy!" I screamed as I launched myself at him. I know I turned eighteen three months ago, but he was still Daddy, and three months without him was always so hard.

"Your letter arrived last week."

"Letter? My seventh year was last year. How can I have a letter?"

"McGonagall has decided that the seventh years that did not get to finish school and take their N.E.W.T.s last year will be able to return to do so."

"So I'm repeating?" I asked, a little distressed. I don't repeat anything.

"She explained that you would spend the first term finishing the courses that you didn't. You would also take your N.E.W.T.s before winter holiday, and then when you return you would aide a professor in teaching a first year class."

"That isn't so bad." I was actually upset that I never got to take my N.E.W.T.s.


+Two Weeks Later+

I was sitting in the Heads' compartment of the Hogwarts Express with five others. It was the first time that Hogwarts has had more than one Head Boy and one Head Girl. Since Hermione and Harry weren't in school last year, Malfoy and I were named in their place. McGonagall felt that since they would be here, they should be Heads too, without Malfoy and me leaving the position we held. The of course you have to add the students that were rightfully seventh years this year. This made the last two people in the compartment Ginny Weasley and a Hufflepuff boy I did not know. The tension in the compartment could have been cut with a dull butter knife.

"I didn't know you were Head Girl last year." Hermione spoke to me.

"Yeah, but we all know it has always been rightfully yours." I told her. Malfoy bowed his head next to me and I couldn't help but remember the first time I spoke to Hermione.

(Memory)

It was second year and I was perched on a windowsill in the library. Hermione Granger ran into the room on a mission. She looked to the book I was reading. It was a book about dangerous creatures.

"Um, pardon me, but could I look at that book? I have a report due on them."

"Sure, even though I know you are lying to me." I answered surrendering the book to her.

"That's an interesting statement coming from a Slytherin." Hermione said, disdain dripping in her words.

"For someone who doesn't like arrogance you sure are displaying quite a bit of it." Her mouth dropped as I said it. Well if she was going to call me out for being a Slytherin, then I was going to wound her pride.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I just usually put up defenses around Slytherins. Thank-you for letting me use the book."

I nodded. She took it to a table, opened to a specific page, and then scribbled something down on a scrap of parchment. I got up and left. I was barely out the doorway when Malfoy attacked.

"Why were you talking to the Mudblood?!" He demanded. I was positive Hermione could hear us, so I decided I would prove that I was not your typical Slytherin.

"I'm sorry Malfoy, but I don't talk to people below my intellect." I said spinning on my heel. He had to have been shocked that I would speak back to him, because he could have easily retorted the intellect comment. I mean we were constantly battling for the number two spot, behind Hermione, of course.

(End Memory)

From that day on, Hermione had always been nice to me. She also told me once that because I gave her that book Riddle was stopped in the Chamber of Secrets. I looked at the people surrounding me in the compartment. I knew I didn't belong here. I was one of them without actually being one of them. My American accent and ways were really easy to point out. I tried to sit further back into the seat so that I could sneak away from them. I let my mind wander. I remember the day I owled home that I had been sorted into Slytherin. My father was so proud. I was the first in the family to have finally completed being sorted into every house. My father was a Ravenclaw, his parents were Gryffindors, his paternal grandfather a Hufflepuff, and his paternal grandmother was a Ravenclaw. So generations of the Mallerd family had been in every house except Slytherin. My father commended me on being the one to do it, especially being a Halfblood and all. I was proud of it too. The Sorting Hat had told me that I would have been great in any of the four houses, but that my brilliance and devious ways pointed me straight to Slytherin.

"Mallerd! Mallerd! We're here!" Malfoy did some overly drastic hand waves to get my attention.

"I'm sorry. Geez, Malfoy, you'd think you wanted me to be here or something the way you got my attention." I stated nonchalantly. He backed off. That was new. Malfoy never backed off. He attacked you until you were a bloody carcass.

"Sorry, I just was making sure you got off the train."

Wait! Hold up! Was that an apology from Malfoy? Someone call the Daily Prophet!

"Yeah, I'm coming." I said as I followed him off the train. We made sure the rest of the kids got on the coaches, before the last three took us. Ginny sat with Harry (that was a no-brainer) with Hermione and the boy from Hufflepuff. So that left me with Malfoy in the last carriage. Oh joy and rapture.


+Heads' Common Room+

"I can't believe they expect us all to live here!" The Hufflepuff boy, who I now know as Zacharias Smith, exclaimed. He narrowed his eyes at Malfoy. Don't blame him. Guy is the son of a Death Eater…supposedly reformed, but I am not buying it.

"It'll be okay Smith." Harry said. He nodded to Malfoy. Okay well if Harry Potter is going to give Malfoy a chance, then I guess I could too.

"Yeah, it'll be fine Smith." I chimed in. Malfoy looked at me, raised an eyebrow, which let me tell you is a pretty sexy thing.

"Well I think we should head to bed. We have classes in the morning." Hermione lectured them. Everyone in the room was thinking the same thing and snickered at about the same time. "Oh, Harry and Ginny, don't be stupid." Everyone laughed at that. They thought it a little hypocritical since Hermione had just finished snogging Ron an hour ago.

The rest of them went up to bed. I sat on the couch. I was not one for sleeping. As a matter-of- fact, I haven't slept a full night since I was eight.

I had been sitting on the couch reading Hogwarts, A History for the umpteenth time, when I heard movement from the stairs that lead up to the rooms.

"Mallerd, what are you still doing up?"

"Don't sleep much Malfoy."

"Neither do I." It was all he said before going to the private kitchen the six of us shared. He came back with a glass of pumpkin juice in each hand. He held one out to me.

"Thanks." I nodded.

"I just wanted to say sorry Mallerd. I have been terrible to you the entire time you have been here, and I know there's no excuse really, but know that it has to do with where I grew up and with who I grew up."

"Have you apologized to Hermione?" I asked, because if anyone deserved an apology from him it was her.

"I apologized to her at the end of last year, after the battle. My father was not happy about it, but I hit this realization that I don't care."

"Then apology accepted." I picked up my book and headed towards my room.

"Make sure to knock on the bathroom door in the morning."

"What?"

"You and I share a bathroom. I just didn't want you to walk in it while I'd be in there."

"Thanks Malfoy. Goodnight."

In my room, where everything was colored in green and silver, I pulled off my robes and jumper and collapsed into bed. I stared at the four poster, queen-size bed. The curtains were green with a silver lace. It was actually quite gorgeous if I did not associate any of it with snakes. I came to love my jumper. I thought it looked good on me.


+The Great Hall+

I joined the rest of the Slytherins thirty minutes into breakfast. I spent my morning making sure that I was presentable for the first day of classes. Girl's got to look good for her second last year of classes.

Pansy stuck her nose up when I joined the table. Lord Voldemort may not be a threat, but Purebloodism was far from being over. I thought Pansy was a good-looking girl until she lifted that nose up of hers and scrunched her face so she looked like a pug.

Being the defiant bitch I am, I walked to the Gryffindor table. I planted myself between Hermione and Ginny. Both girls looked at me and then to Pansy. They smiled deviously and started to chat with me. However, what happened next was what shocked me into the hospital wing. Draco Malfoy walked up to the Gryffindor table, apologized to Harry Potter, and joined us for breakfast. Interesting year this was turning out to be and it was only forty minutes into it.

"So, Jordayna, what do you have this morning?" Hermione asked.

"Ancient Runes, Advanced Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I'm guessing that's a pointless class with Voldemort gone." I said it, and everyone looked at me wide-eyed, except for her and Harry Potter. "What? The more you don't say a name the more fear it causes of the person."

"We know, just shocking that someone else knows it too." Hermione and Harry responded. With that, we all left for our first class.