Trapped.
A Fanfic by Jou-chan.
Disclaimers: I'm going to say that all characters here belong to J.K. Rowling because she is a complete genius, and even if a couple of them might be of my own personal creation, I would be *honored* if she stole them. ^-^;;
Notes: I still can't believe I'm writing a Harry Potter Fanfic. Don't get me wrong, 'cause I love Harry Potter, the Weaslys, even the Malfoys (on some occasions.) But it never really crossed my mind to do so, until now. It didn't cross my mind; it ransacked it and left it in a complete mess, with ideas flying around everywhere. I'm being held hostage by my own imagination! Hence, this story.
This is set after the fourth book, as well. So your guess is as good as mine about what's gonna happen, and exactly what has happened previously, which Ms. Rowlings has so thoughtfully left UNMENTIONED (..grrrrr…). And that's why I'm dying to read the next book… not to mention the movie! Meep! I'm sooooo excited!!! …ooookay, 'nuff of that.
Also, you might notice, that while it is a Harry Potter Fanfic, it's not centered on the wizard himself. This has to do with EVERYBODY!! So, please review and tell me what you think of it. Pweety pweety peas?
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Darkness was everywhere. There was a bad feeling in the air, and the small baby shivered, as if it somehow knew that ominous feeling was connected to him.
They said that the Dark Lord was gone; killed by a mere infant after slaughtering the Potters, Lily and James. That day, people mourned, but rejoiced even more.
But although the Dark Lord might have been dead, his followers certainly weren't. There were attacks; not many at first. But they rose increasingly in numbers, and many wizards and witches began to fear for their lives. They feared that the Deatheaters would come and curse them while they slept in their hapless search for their master.
The small infant shivered again, and began to cry.
An old man, wise beyond years, tapped the baby on it's nose, smiling sadly at it. His long, silver beared tickled the small child, and it's crys soon turned to laughter. But the man's sad smile only got worse.
He sighed, and looked up, handing the baby over to a plump, older woman, her cheeks streaked with tears. "Take good care, madam." He said, bowing to her, before walking away.
The killings had stopped when the four Deatheaters were caught. People finally could live freely again, without fear of their lives.
But freedom never comes without its sacrifices.
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As Ron, Harry, and Hermione ran through the gate at Platform Nine and Three-quarters, Hermione heaved a great sigh of relief.
"For a minute there, I was afraid we'd be late." She gave Ron a look as she said this.
Ron scowled slightly. "Hey, it wasn't my fault Pig got out! You know how crazy that owl is!"
Harry just shook his head. Another year at Hogwarts had started again, and he was free from the Dursleys. Not even his best friends' arguing could ruin this day for him. "Let's grab a compartment before they're all taken." He suggested, pushing his trunk forward.
"Good idea, Harry." Hermione nodded and followed suit, with Ron close behind.
They boarded the Hogwarts train and began going through the aisles, occasionally nodding a hello or stopping to talk to a friend.
Seamus Finnigan stopped them, giving everyone a demonstration of a magic trick he learned over the summer. But it didn't work, and Dean Thomas ended up showing him how to do it properly, while everyone else laughed.
Finally, in the back of the train, just behind George and Fred Weasly, with their friend Lee Jordan, they found a compartment that was practically empty, if you didn't count the girl sitting by the window. She had dark, shining hair and icy gray eyes that reminded them all of Draco Malfoy. Sitting in the cornor seat, petting a sleek, gray-spotted cat, she stared out the window with a bored expression on her face, not even looking up when they came in.
Hermione cleared her throat, the first to speak up. "Excuse me, do you mind if we sit here?" She asked politely, trying to keep Crookshanks from jumping out at the other cat.
The girl glanced at her coolly, brushing her long, messy bangs out of her eyes. "Sure."
Hermione smiled in thanks and pushed her trunk all the way in, taking a seat opposite the girl.
Harry and Ron did the same, then relaxed and began a heated discussion about quidditch as Hermione looked through some of her books, doing some last minute reviewing.
"Harry, you've got to understand…"
"No way, you've got it all wrong, you…"
"No, that's exactly how Charlie…"
"Really, would you two stop bickering?" Hermione hissed, slightly annoyed.
Harry and Ron just grinned at each other.
"Catching up on your reading, Herm?" Ron asked, teasing.
She scowled slightly. "I've already read and studied this thoroughly. I'm just quizzing myself, and you should do the same." She quipped, sticking her chin up.
Just then the door opened and the lady with the dimples smiled at them. "Care to buy something off the cart, dears?"
As Harry and Ron jumped up and started grabbing different sweets, Hermione couldn't help but notice that the dark haired girl was looking at the cart semi-curiously, as if this was new to her. After a minute of speculation, the girl wandered over and bought a few things before settling back in her corner and eating quietly.
Hermione glanced at Ron and Harry, who stopped laughing and smiled at her.
"Treacle tart?" Harry offered.
Hermione sighed, getting to her feet, then crossed to the girl. "Excuse me for interrupting, but I was wondering if you were new to Hogwarts?" She asked politely, smiling kindly at the girl.
The girl glanced up at her, licking her fingers. "I suppose."
Hermione stuck her hand out. "I'm Hermione Granger. That's Ron Weasly and the other one is Harry Potter. We're Gryffindors." She introduced.
She slowly smirked, her eyes lingering a bit on Ron and Harry's all-too-familiar scar. "Kiare Lyren."
"Did you transfer here from another school?" Ron asked, using his great knowledge of other magical schools that they had learned last year.
"No. I've been home-schooled up till now. My tutor accidentally died during a lesson. Unfortunately." She added, at the looks on their faces.
Something about the girl kept Harry uneasy. She was just so indifferent to everything, and she just screamed Slytherin…
The door opened once again and Neville wandered in, looking around. "Have any of you seen Trevor?" He asked, glancing over at them.
Ron shook his head, and Harry replied, "No, sorry Neville."
Neville sighed, and then noticed Kiare and for a minute their eyes locked.
She paused, slowly smirking, while Neville went white.
The three others exchanged looks. Somehow, it seemed that the two already knew each other.
"Hello, Neville." Kiare purred, her gray eyes glinting.
Still very pale, a faint blush colored his cheeks. "Y..you're going to Hogwarts?" He asked, stammering.
She looked about to answer but the door opened again.
Draco Malfoy sauntered into the room, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him, sniggering menacingly.
"Hello Potter, Weasly, Granger. Looking forward to another year?" He asked, the usual drawl of his voice showing just how much he actually cared.
"Get lost, Malfoy." Ron snapped, annoyed by just the presence of the pale blond.
Draco tsked. "No need to start the year off with a fight, Weasly. Mum might send another howler. Then again, that would be rather amusing."
Crabbe and Goyle both snickered, and Ron flushed with anger.
Hermione rolled her eyes and took hold of Ron's robe hems to keep him from moving. "Really, if you're quite done, Malfoy, take your thugs and move on."
His silver eyes flashed with displeasure. "Nobody asked you to speak, Granger." He muttered coolly.
This time Harry started forward, but Hermione stopped him too. "Don't even waste your energy, Harry. He's not worth it." She whispered, shaking her head.
Neville fidgeted uncomfortably. "I think I'll go look for Trevor somewhere else now." He said uneasily, and started for the door.
Kiare's voice stopped him. "Leaving so soon? That's rather rude, Neville."
He almost seemed to flinch at her words.
Draco looked on her with curiosity. "Who are you?"
"Kiare Lyren." She murmured, sizing him up. "You must be Lucius Malfoy's son. Draco, I presume?"
He smirked. "That's right. You're that girl who killed her tutor, aren't you?" He asked, amused.
She smirked. "You could put it that way, though it wasn't intentional."
Draco nodded. "Do you know which house you're going to be in?" He asked casually.
"I'm assuming Slytherin. My mother and father both were, but they're dead. I suppose I could be different."
Harry exchanged looks with Ron and Hermione. He *knew* she was a Slytherin… her whole attitude was suited perfectly for it. From the looks of it, neither Ron nor Hermione were surprised, either.
The train began to slow, and a whistle sounded, signaling their approach to Hogwarts castle.
Kiare glanced up, smirking slightly. "I guess we're here."
Draco grinned. "Welcome to Hogwarts."