Apart of Your History You'll Never Remember

Chapter 1

The train to Hogwarts pulled up to the station. A sea of people as far as the eye could see lined up to board. Nyx stared down at her letter worried. She was one of the only people who was starting out so late, as she could tell, as the train director loaded the first years, second, third and so on and so forth into their own separate cars.
Her eyes skimmed along the crowd of people as parents hugged and kissed their children good bye and bid them a safe and fun time at their new school. She smiled. She didn't have that luxury, but she didn't mind watching it. Carefully loading her owl and her baggage up on the train she was directed to a car and told to sit down as her suit cases were stored in the back. She sat with a couple kids who were talking incessantly about magic and what they'll do once they reach the school.

Here two kids knew more about what was going on than she did. Two eleven year old kids knew more than a 16 year old girl. Sighing she pulled her knees to her chest and stared out the window. A few minutes rolled by and the train started kicking off. All of the children leaned out of the window, waving goodbye to their loving parents. The loving parents she'd never had.

She was silent the entire ride, ignoring the children beside her, practicing spells. The food cart came around, the woman asking if anything was needed. Declining anything she turned her attention back out the window, until a child beside her screamed then this brown frog leapt at her face, sticking to the window. Screaming she pulled away.

"Get it get it!" A boy screamed, jumping at window over her, only causing the frog to slip out the open window. "Aww, another chocolate frog gone." The boy pouted then sat back down, not even apologizing for smashing into her. Frowning she turned away from kids once more, her eyes glued to the passing trees.

It took a while to roll into the station and the sun had gone down. Her eyes skimmed over everything as the children grabbed their stuff and headed out onto the platform. She was one of the last ones off, a bag man handing her cart to her. She frowned and leaned down; spotting that the cage in which her owl was being held had been opened. Biting her lip she looked up as if she could see it high above the clouds by nothing but the light of the moon. When the group of kids started moving on, she sighed and grabbed her cart following. She didn't want to be left behind.

She followed the students to boats and hesitated before climbing in. Shoving off they traveled across the water, their lanterns flickering off of the water as the boats moved forward without the need for a driver. Reaching the other side they were moved from the boats and into the castle. Everyone was in awe at everything, except for her. It was too much for her to deal with. Going from her normal life to this. Being shipped to a castle in the middle of nowhere. Enchanted animal shaped chocolates, Jelly beans that taste as if someone had a foul bowl movement into the box, cotton swabs that exploded. It was too much for her.

Being escorted up a flight of stairs they were stopped, an elderly woman standing at the top of the steps. She stopped them, skimming over all of them with her eyes.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses." She hesitated, her eyes landing on the nervous girl in the group, all older than the first years. "They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." Everyone was quiet, only a few of the kids chattered amongst themselves. Two boys headed up the stairs past the kids, one with red hair, one with glasses and dark dark brown hair.

"Hello Professor McGonagall." The one with glasses greeted.

"Hello Mister Potter and Mister Weasley." She bowed her head a bit and smiled, patting them on the back as they passed her.

"Can I ask you a couple questions?" Harry questioned, taking a quick look at the eldest of the first years.

"Of course Mister Potter." She turned and rested a hand on his shoulder, then before she forgot turned and addressed the group again. "The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." And with that she turned, taking the boy through the doors, leaving the red head behind.

Hanging her head the nervous girl slipped away from the other children, her eyes drifting off around the room.

"Hey," The red head walked over. She quickly looked at him then dropped her gaze as their eyes met. "You're a first year?" He looked at her confused. She nodded slowly.

"Y-yeah "

"You're a bit old for being a first year aren't you?" he cocked an eyebrow, winning an offended glance from the girl.

"Not that I had much of a choice." She muttered.

"Oh, uh, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley." He held his hand out to her. She hesitated before taking it then nodded; not wanting to give out her name, but it was only polite to.

"Ellenyx Fairbourne." She replied.

"Ellenyx? That's an odd name." He smiled.

"It's better than Ron." She countered.

"Everything is better than Ron." A snotty sounding voice sounded next to them. Both the girl and the red head turned their heads to see that its owner was a tall, blond haired looking prep.

"Malfoy."

"Weasley." The boy replied with a sneer, then stopped, looking at the girl. He laughed lightly. "What's this Weasley? Finally talking to your kind?" Nyx looked at him confused as the blonde looked her up and down. "Filthy, greasy red hair, dirty dusty skin. Fat lips. Not to mention tall and gangly like a troll." He snickered. Her jaw dropped.

"Shut your mouth Malfoy." Ron replied, his eyes narrow.

"Or you'll do what Weasley? Sic your snaggle toothed girlfriend on me?" He laughed and turned, heading in through the doors, his friends who had stayed back following him. The elderly woman came back, looking at Malfoy as he pushed by her.

"Mister Weasley, can you accompany Mr. Potter to the Great Hall?" She stepped off to the side. Hesitating the redhead looked back at the hurt girl and frowned.

"Don't listen to anything Malfoy says, he's a bloody idiot." Turning he followed his friend inside.

"Alright, we're ready for you. Follow me." Turning she headed into through the doors and into the great hall. "Will you wait along here please." She pointed out, the group stopping. Nyx watched as the woman stood in front of them. Behind her was an old man with a long white beard and an important air about him. Next to him were other adults, but there was one in particular that caught her eye. A dark figure towards the end of the left side of the table. He was ominous looking. Dark, but there was something about him. His short shimmering hair was much like hers. And his nose was fairly large but it didn't seem unattractive on him. "Now before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words." She announced, then stepped aside.

The man with the important air about him stood up and made his way to the podium. He stared out over the crowd of students, adjusting his glasses. "I have a few start-of-term notices that I wish to announce." He started, his voice soft but full of authority. "The first years please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also if found outside of your rooms at night past curfew you will be strictly punished with either detention or what your house headmasters deem necessary within reason. Thank you." He turned and took his seat again. Again the woman took her spot and held up a scroll.

"When I call your name you will come forth, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." She stopped and looked at the list then looked back up. "Ellenyx Fairbourne." Everyone stopped and stared at the nervous girl. Or so it felt. Taking a deep breath she stepped forward and turned, facing everyone, the million eyes on her. She heard the brief talking of people asking her what a girl as old as her was doing with first years. Carefully the hat was rested on her head.

"Ah, look what we have here." The hat spoke. Gasping Nyx screamed, her hands shooting to her chest. The hall broke out in laughter, even the professor that had placed the hat on her head tittered a bit. She sighed, her heart calming down a bit. "Sorry for the scare." The hat apologized. "Now…let's see…hmmm…very interesting." It continued on. "Your head is such a blur. So hazy and incoherent." He rambled on. Biting her lip she closed her eyes and whispers.

"I'm sorry but…could you just place me in a house already?" She whispered.

"I'm trying but you have so many qualities. So many talents, and you look just like your mother. You know where they were?" He asked. Her eyes opened, her forehead crinkled.

"I don't know my parents." Everyone was silent.

"You don't know? Well I'll fill you in. Your mother was a Slytherin, and your father a Gryffindor." He announced. "Very influential people; very important." Some students started talking amongst each other.

"No offense, but I don't care who my parents are, I just want to get this over with." She replied. Snorting the hat carried on.

"Fine then. Hmmm, let's see…not Ravenclaw, you have more potential than that, and you seem very well disciplined…how about…" He trailed off. After a second she half got the urge to shout for it to shut up and assign her something when he finished. "Slytherin!" The Slytherin clapped. Sighing she shook her head and headed for her table as the next name was called.

Sitting she rested her head on the table as the other names were called. Someone sat beside her and laughed.

"Well well well, if it isn't Nox," Nyx lifted her head spotting the blonde boy, Malfoy, from earlier. She sat up stiffly and shook her head.

"It's Nyx, but it's a good try for someone who didn't know my nickname." She replied.

"No I believe it's Nox." He grinned, his friends laughing lightly. "Short for Noxious." He turned, fist pumping his friends. Nyx grimaced at him, feeling her eyes water a bit. "Listen," He leaned in. "You may be a Slytherin, but just because we're in the same house doesn't mean I have to like you." He flicked her in the head. "Remember that." Pushing himself to his feet he walked out. Biting her lip she rested her head on the table again.

"Your attention please." The professor doing the sorting announced over the Great Hall. Nyx didn't look up, she let her head rest on the table as Dumbledore stood up, coming to the podium again.

"Let the feast, begin!" He announced. Food appeared not even three inches from her head but she didn't move, even as the students around her dug in.

"Move, don't get your hair in the food." A girl demanded. Sitting up Nyx looked at her. Before anyone said anything else she pushed herself to her feet and headed for the doors. She wasn't followed, which was odd. Usually she'd be asked where she was going. Well, at her house she was. Her home. She shook her head trying to free her mind from the images. Turning she headed the way she came in, telling some teachers that she passed that she was looking for the bathroom.

Pushing open the big doors she walked out into the cool night air. Closing her eyes she took in a deep breath and headed down the walk way. Spotting a bench she sat on it, letting the stars overhead sparkle above her. The only thing human about this place were the stars. Closing her eyes she leaned back against the tree, allowing the wind to wisp over her. Losing track of the time she'd spent outside, a quick smack upside the head brought her out of her trance. Gasping she looked up to see an ominous figure standing in front of her, his arms crossed.

"May I ask what you're doing out here?" He questioned. She grimaced and rubbed the side of her head.

"May I ask why you hit me?" She countered. Grabbing her arm he pulled her off the bench and started dragging her toward the doors

"It is past curfew, you're supposed to be in bed and asleep!" He dragged her towards the common rooms.

"Where are you taking me?" She squeaked. "Who are you anyway?" Tripping, her shoe catching on a stair he turned and grabbed both of her arms, hauling her to her feet.

"Who am I?" He stopped, staring into her eyes outraged. "I am Professor Snape, head of the Slytherin house." She felt her heart drop. Oh great, this prude was her house master. Frowning she dropped her head and sighed.

"Somehow I knew you'd say that." She muttered. He grabbed her arm and started dragging her up the stairs again.

"You insolent girl. If it weren't against the rules I'd expel you right now and send you home with a blistered behind!" He pulled her to a stop in front of a painting. "Pure blood." He spoke, the door opening.

"Pure blood?" She looked at him concerned but before she could say anything else he shoved her through the door.

"Good night Miss Fairbourne." He shut the door behind her. She grimaced and sighed, shaking her head. Turning she headed up the stairs and looked around. Carefully she headed for the girls rooms. There was one bed left open, one bed for her. Inhaling she walked over and grabbed all of the bedding off of it. Lying on the floor she curled up. Staring at the ceiling she thought it over in her head. What had happened? How was she here? Closing her eyes she thought back. She remembered her Foster parents. The Liverstalks. She thought about her furniture-less room, her bland meals, her ban from having any friends. She recalled living in the basement on a cement floor. The only time she was free from her prison was at night, to use the bathroom or to attend school. Then there was the shadow, and the letter.

But how did she end up here? Why was she here?