Well chillens, its back, and sucks still. I didn't change it, or make it better, just put it back up for the hell of it.

its pretty poorly written, but funny, and for two dear friend, Ally, and Emily. I love you both.

E. Malfoy

Love's Destiny

Chapter 1:

A New World

It's hard to be a transfer student. All the new people, not knowing who is good, who is bad, what is wrong or what is right. Well thats the problem for Zeta. A tranfer student at one of the hardest schools to transfer to, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft of Wizardry. She knew the basics, Slytherin's were jerks, always stepping on people's heels, putting lemon juice on their wounds, and purebloods were the only ones to get in. Then of course were the Gryfindors, having the great Harry Potter as one of its member, the brave, young, (and quite handsome) messy haired boy who had defeated Voldermort four times, and counting. The Hufflepuffs, who were less talked about, and the Ravenclaws. Neither of the later being as infamous as the other two. Zeta also knew about the changing staircases, the ability to get lost in about two seconds, and Dumbledore, Voldermort's only known fear. So when the day to go to Kingscross Station came, Zeta pulled the covers over her head, knowing the summer had gone by much too quickly.

"ZETA ARWIN!" Her mother's voice was heard screaming up the stairs. "GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF THAT BED, OR WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!"

"MUM!" Zeta yelled back, throwing off her covers. She grumbled, as her stomach gave a leap, and she felt ready to throw up. She didn't want to go to her new school. Her last year of magic school, and she had gone and gotten herself kicked out of Swing School of Wizardry.

"ZETA! Are you up?" Her mother yelled again.

"Yes, mother!" She yelled back, annoyed. She looked in the mirror. She saw herself staring back at her. Her jet black short hair in the bob it had always been in, and her bright blue eyes showed her own fear. She decided she had no desire to look good, and threw on a sweat shirt, quickly put her hair in a messy bun, as strands slowly began to fall out, and ran down the stairs, dragging her trunk behind her.

"Zeta!" Her mother looked at her, trying to figure out what she was wearing. "You're going to wear that? You can't look a little better I mean, look at yourself, you hardly look presentable." She walked up to her daughter, "I have got the perfect outfit for you! I will be right back." She rushed up the stairs, and Zeta rolled her eyes. What was the problem of not looking? She had grown up with her father, and he had never told her to look good. She didn't need to, beauty was on the inside. How she missed him.

"Zeta," Her mother rushed down the stairs, holding a sweater and a skirt.

"MUM! No way!" She about gagged. She never wore anything like that, let alone that short of a skirt.

"What?" Her mother looked at the tiny black skirt and coral tight sweater, "You just get a little make-up for that face of yours and you'll knock the boys dead."

"Mum," Zeta looked at her mother sarcastically, "I don't want to kill anyone on my first day."

"Zeta," Her mother looked at her piercingly, "Thats not funny."

She looked at her mother, and then the clothes.

"If I wear it, do you promise to stop sending me push-up bra's for Christmas?" Zeta looked at her.

Her mother looked at her, bit her lip, and looked back at the outfit.

"Fine," She handed her only daughter the outfit, "But change quickly, I still have to do your make-up." Zeta grumbled, rolled her eyes, and walked heavily up the stairs.

"Mum, I feel like a clown." She was waiting with her trunk, at platform nine and three quarters, wearing what felt like a pound of make-up, when it was only eye shadow, and lipgloss.

"You look fine," Zeta's mother told her, "Now get on the train, or you aren't going to get a compartment. And please do hold yourself prouder." Zeta stood up, thrusting out her chest to make fun of her mother.

"ZETA!" She laughed on the inside and kissed her mother on the cheek. Feeling like she wanted to pass out, she walked into the train. She walked down the narrow train car hallway, and found an empty compartment at the back of the train. She plopped down on one of the benches, and threw her trunk against the wall. There was a loud thump, but she didn't care who heard it. Suddenly her compartment door opened.

"Hello," the girl said, looking off dreamily, with her wand behind her ear, "Is anyone sitting in here with you?"

Zeat looked at the girl, who looked at her back. She looked very odd at first glance, almost like someone you would meet who would talk calmly about one of Einstien's theories. It was almost like she wasn't in her body, like she was hovering around it, not caring what anyone said about anything. She seemed very disconnected from the world. Her dirtyblonde hair hung in tiny waves around her face, as Zeta noticed butterbeer cork necklace.

"Hello..." The girl said again, and Zeta noticed she was staring.

"Oh!" She quickly tore her eyes away, and looked at the compartment floor. "No, theres no one here, just me." She looked back up at the girl, who had now taken a seat across from her, thrown her trunk on the ground, and was looking at a issue of the Quibbler. One of the most gossiping magazines in the wizarding world. Before Zeta could speak of her digust of the magazine, three more people opened the door.

"Hello Luna," A tall redhaired boy said, putting his trunk in the compartment. Behind him was a medium height girl with large bushy hair. Another boy stood behind her, his messy hair not lying flat and his beautiful green eyes excited, what looked like, to be going back to school. The three of them joined Luna in the compartment, as Zeta took the seat closest to the window. This was going to be a long trip.

"Who's this Luna?" Zeta turned quickly to see the redhaired boy pointing at her. The girl called Luna shrugged her shoulders as she went back to her magazine.

Before the boy could ask her, Zeta was on top of it.

"I'm Zeta." She held out her hand, and he shook it, surprised she was listening.

"Ron Weasley," He pointed to the other two who had joined them, "And this is Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger."

"Hello," She said, shaking both their hands.

"And that girl over there is Luna Lovegood." He pointed at the dreamy girl, as she shot him a dirty look.

"Are you new?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Zeta responded, quickly looking at the boy with the messy black hair. Her eyes darted to his scar, as he looked away. He was actually as handsome as the world said he was.

"Well, you probably want to know everything about Hogwarts don't you..." Hermione began, as Ron rolled his eyes.

"Hermione, she does not, get off it! Just because you were the only one who actually like Hogwarts a History, does not mean the rest of the world will." Hermione shot his a dark know-it-all look, and went back to conversing with Zeta.

"What house are you in?" She asked ignoring Ron comment.

"I don't know. To tell you the truth, I'm quite angry about it too." Zeta began.

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Well my mum requested I get sorted with all the first years at the ceremony, so I can look like an idiot. Sometimes I cannot understand what goes through her mind."

"Join the club." Ron said, getting comfortable in a seat next to Zeta, "My mum would probably do the same to me. Make sure I get the most humiliation, and then tell me I'll have a great time."

"That truly is terrible though," Hermione told her, "It's dreadfully frightening, getting up there in front of the whole school, waiting for your fate-"

"Hermione!" Harry yelled at her, with a laugh, "You want to scare her out of skipping it?"

"You can do that?" Zeta chimmed in quickly, hoping it was true, getting in front of a bunch of people she didn't know was not her favorite past-time.

"No, sorry," Harry looked at her, "But don't worry, with what I already know of you now, you'll most likely be in Gyrfindor."

"Is that what you are all in?" Zeta asked, beginning to get comfortable with her new friends.

"Yeah, brave and true, and all that. All of us except for Luna, she's in Ravenclaw." Ron responded to her question, as Zeta suddenly realized that they were already in the country. The fields of barley rolled by, as she looked out the window, wanting to go back with her father, at his house, out in the country.

"So where are you from?" Zeta was pulled away from her fantasy by Ron's question.

"Right here in London, I was born here but my family moved out to the country while my mom stayed here. But then I had to come back to stay with her." Zeta smiled.

"Sounds exciting." Ron said, sounding a little uninterested, "Where did you go? I mean what school?"

"Just a small one out in the country. Swing School of Wizardry." Zeta thought about her old school. She had had a lot of friends there, and they had all stood up for her when she got in trouble that one time. All because she had to be a rebel, and go knock over the statue of Mr. Swing. It had been a dare from her annoying best friend, and like an idiot she had accepted. But she wasn't going to do that this year, this year she was going to have a good reputation, and good grades, this year she was going to change.

"That's cool." Harry told her, and Zeta decided she may develop a crush on this messy haired boy. He was quite...hott, was the only word Zeta could think of. He was tall, but wasn't entirely muscular, he was just... Harry. And quite a cute boy who lived, after all.

After a little more conversing, Zeta decided she had to get out of the compartment for a little air. Walking down to the bathroom, she ran head on into a blonde haired boy, knocking them both to the ground. She quickly stood up, and held out her hand to help the boy up.

"I don't need your help, just watch where you are going next time." He stood up, shot her a very dark, evil look, and walked away. Suddenly he turned around.

"Who are you?" He asked, and Zeta was completley caught off gaurd, he gave still a cold look, his pale gray eyes piercing through her.

"Arwin Zeta." She hit herself in the head, "I mean Zeta Arwin."

"Well next time watch where your walking, you may run into someone who is more important than you, Arwin." He turned, and began to walk away. Zeta wanted to run to him, and hit him for calling her unimportant but couldn't, for he had turned around again.

"Are you new?" He asked her, acting as though he didn't truly want to know the answer.

"Yes," She said, completley confused by this blonde haired boy.

"Well, what house are you in?" He asked, beginning to get annoyed, but Zeta could not figure out why.

"I don't know, I still have to be sorted." She still didn't know how to take in his character, he seemed like a cruel boy, yet he wouldn't leave her alone, he kept coming back asking her questions. Zeta couldn't figure him out.

He walked back towards her, and began to circle around, looking her up and down.

"Of course, you'll probably be a noble, brave, Gryfindor. Just from what I've seen of you, you seem much like that Granger girl." He told her dully.

"And what are you?" Zeta responded to his comment staring him in the eyes.

"Slytherin." He told her calmly, staring back at her. His eyes cut through hers, and she had to look away. He laughed.

"Oh..." Zeta responded with disgust.

"Arwin," He began, whispering in her ear, "I suggest you be more careful using that tone with me."

"I can use whatever tone I would like to use with you. You filthy, disgusting, git." Suddenly, without warning the boy slapped her. Her face stung, as she held it. Zeta angrily raised her hand to slap him back, but the boy grabbed her wrist. Holding rather tightly, making it feel almost broken, he spoke to her again.

"No, you cannot." He told her in her ear again, making her stomach churn with anger. "Watch you steps. You never know who may be watching." He threw her arm down, shot her another icy look, and walked into compartment just down the hall. Rubbing her wrist Zeta decided to go back to her own compartment, for safety.