May I start off by saying thank you a ton for reading this! It's my first Harry Potter fic so be kind!

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Marcella Debuet stared out the window of the Hogwarts Express, her eyes not able to penetrate past the thick layer of fog clouding the outside sky. Her palm was pressed up against the misty glass, fingers outstretched so that they made little trails in the moisture there. Even though she was turned the opposite direction, she could feel the eyes of the anoying little first year and his friend boring in to her back. It was obvious that the insolant little boys had either never seen a veela up close before, or they were just enjoying the veiw. Whichever it was, she was getting seriously ticked off. Elle mentaly slapped herself for assuming that "a few little boys couldn't be that bad to sit by," when she had chosen her seat.

Marcella, in one swift motion, turned her head with a neat grace, causing her silvery hair to brush across one of the boys face. He broke out in a large grin.

"m'excuser," she cooed flirtatiously, "I em very very hun-gary. Vould you go get me some. . um. . .plairirs?"

The boy smiled all the more to the fact that she was talking to her, but also looked confused.

Elle racked her brain for some connection to her broken english. She jangled her silk change purse. "um. . .treats?"

The boys eyes brightened in realazation of what the french girl was saying. Quickly he jumped up, pulling his friend with him as he bolted out in to the corridor. Marcella breathed a sigh of relief, only stopping to straighten her blue Beaxbatons dress and hat and run her fingers through her perfect cornislk hair before turning out in to the hall herself. Making sure to take the opposit direction as the two obnoxious little boys, she started down the hall at a brisk, but graceful, pace.

"Le petit marmot insolent!' she muttered under her breath as the continued down the hall. She told herself that she was walking to give people a chance to see her. "So they have reason to talk when I turn up in their school." But truely she was walking to have some sense to control. That was really what she needed. With a mother who only cares about her own petty troubles, and sends you off to a school in another country just because she got in a little spat with your headmistress. And a father who spends half his time with other women even though he has a veela for a wife. Elle needed some sort of structure.

She continued walking until she felt a little better, and then settled in to an empty compartment. Laying her head against the cold window, she fell asleep.

D&M

The hard heels of Marcella's shoes made sharp clicking noises that echoed through the halls, bouncing off the wals and ringing clear. Clutched in her hand was a crumpled timetable and map. She had just come from Headmaster Dumbledore's office where Professor McGonagle had met her. After placing a horrid old hat on her head (Elle was extreamly frightened when the hat began talking to her, half of which she couldn't understand, and even more frightened when it yelled Gryffindor! right in her ear.) A severly startled Marcella was given her papers and told to find the Great Hall. With a little help from a directional charm, Elle found it with little pain.

Now she stood outside the large wooden doors, waiting. She wasn't scared. She was just waiting. Finally, with a deep breath, she pushed the heavy doors open with a flourish. Every head turned as she stepped in. Her head held high she walked down the isle. The grace came naturaly.

Professor Dumbledore was cut off half way through what seemed to be the year's introduction.

"Magic will be pro-"

Marcella just continued to walk, looking over the tables at the people. Everyone was looking at her with either admiration or lust. . everyone but one.

A boy, who looked about seventeen, sitting at a table washed in green. He had pale skin and blonde hair, with vibrant grey eyes that seemed to bore into her. His jaw was cleanched in what would have made anyone else look horrid, but just made this boy look all the more gorgous. But what puzzled and even frightened Marcella was the way he was looking at her. It wasn't with lust or admirataion. Elle would have been fine with either of those, she was used to that at least. But this was somehting different. He was looking at her with understanding. Like he knew everything about her. All her thoughts and dreams. She wasn't used to that. No one ever got to know her like that. Everyone just liked her for her beauty. Quickly she turned away.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I indroduce Miss Marcella Debuet, she will be joining us here at Hogwarts from Beaxbatons." McGonagle passed through the doors quietly and gave Dumbledore a nod. "She has been sorted in to Griffendore house, please make her feel welcome!"

Cheers erupted from all around, mostly from a table of gold and crimson. After a few curtsies for good measure, she turned to the table to sit. It didn't surprise her that most of the boys pushed to make room for her and how the girls looked at her with envy. She was used to it, but didn't really like it.

The rest of what the Headmaster said went in one ear and out the other. As the feast started and people began to talk, she was only vaugly aware of what was being said to her. She kept stealing glances at the boy. Every time she looked at him, he was looking at her, string at her, but with that same focused stare. As a shiver crept up her spine, Marcella closed her eyes. How was she going to survive a year if she couldn't even make it through a night?

ok, just to clear some things up, yes, this takes place when Ginny is in 5th year and Harry and sigh Draco are in 6th year, (making the sigh Weasly Twins in 7th year. Yes, it follows the books but frankly I don't give a crap if The Weasly Twins leave in their 6th year. I love them too much! And they are a crucial part of this story! Which will get better and longer I promise. Just to let you know, I want at least one reveiw (just for input and critasism (hom do you spell that?) before I continue. btw, I just got a new laptop and I haven't installed spell check, but my bff checked it over, so if should be ok. She's not flawless though :) thanks a ton just for reading this!

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Love,

Sarah