Title: The Crimson Sun Rising Behind Eden
Authors: Monica and Callie godsminions777
Beta: Louisianawhore69
A/N: AU seventh-year ... with new and exciting twists.

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Jezabel sighed and looked at her watch. It was eight and Rasheid still wasn't in the train compartment that she had saved. One of these days she was going to kill her twin brother for always being late. She sighed again, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Long blonde hair flowed to her waist in waterfalls of blondeness, her casual haughty sneer in place, and she found she looked as beautiful as always. From birth she had been told she was beautiful and she always knew it from birth too. She wondered if she had been this pretty in her mother's womb, but discarded the thought as the compartment door opened and she was distracted from looking at herself.

"Are you the new transfer student? From Beauxbatons?"

Jezabel Love Valerie Amore could smell Mudblood from awhile away, and this intruder of her personal space definitely smelled of dirt. With a look of contempt, she began to assess each and every reason why this was not a person she wanted to socialize with. Bushy brown hair that looked like a rat's nest of curls sat on top of a plain, round face. The only redeeming quality of the girl was that she carried an armload of books.

Jezebel loved books. She had been taught to read when she was four years old and had never stopped reading since. It was the reason she had been given entrance into Hogwarts AN: Not to READ, silly! after the unfortunate incident at Beauxbatons. And her academic brilliance in Potions had helped too. The Headmaster was a former Potions Master and he had invited her to study under him.

It sounded naughty.

"I'm Hermione," said the newcomer, walking into her compartment uninvited. "And…" she waited for Jezebel to say her name but when she wasn't forthcoming the eager look on her plain face dropped.

"I'm Jezebel," she finally said, eyeing the girl up and down with purple-jade eyes. "You're Hermione Granger, aren't you? One of those trio people."

The girl frowned quizzically at her. Really, did she need to answer every plebeian's questions?

"You're in the newspaper a lot. Haven't you ever read one? Or are you one of those… poor people?" AN: Because poor people can't buy newspapers, duh!

"I read the newspaper everyday!" sniffed Hermione Granger and flounced out.

Jezebel smiled smugly as the door slammed shut behind the girl. Sometimes she had to be mean to get people out of her way. She hated socializing when she was nervous and she was especially nervous now. Her and her twin, Rasheid, were going to be in Hogwarts! She could hardly contain her excitement. They had been going to Beauxbatons since they were eleven and before that had been taught by their mother to control their veela tendencies. It wouldn't do to throw a ball of fire at the breakfast table, her mother had told them. Jezabel thought Rasheid wouldn't mind at all some days; he was just so irritable over everything! And so overprotective! He would rather tie her up in chains in the basement before letting her out on a date. It was all rather annoying in her opinion. She didn't need her brother looking out for her when she could protect herself. Jezabel knew he was just jealous because all the attention was on her.

It served him right, being such a git.

Jezebel stood, her tight black leather pants clinging to every part of her legs as she reached into the overhead compartment to get her trunk down. She'd like to look through a few magazines while waiting for the train to get to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She didn't notice the slack-jawed redhead standing outside the compartment door, getting a very good view of her leather clad backside and heart tattoo on the lower half of her back that was showing due to her shirt (AN: A black corset from Hot Topic! She's rich enough to have it sent in the post from America! riding up.)

She turned around with a few Vogues in her hands, her smile widening when she saw two cute boys at the door. She waved excitedly. "Hey! Come on in!"

She also recognized them from the paper. The other 2/3rds of the trio. She thought that without that plain girl, the two handsome boys would be perfect together. They might have killed Voldemort faster without a pretentious dork like Hermione Granger.

"Wow! Two celebrities in my compartment," she said, her rich French accent thickening her words. "How exciting! You must join me."

Unfortunately, at that very moment, Rasheid stomped into the compartment, his violet eyes blazing.

"No, away with you!" he snapped at the two boys. "Please."

Her brother always amused and irritated her with his bi-polar moodiness. One moment he snapped and the next moment he felt guilty and backpedaled. The twat.

"Took you long enough," Jezabel huffed, using the moment her brother looked down to wink at the two boys' before they turned away.

She'd definitely catch up with them later.

Rasheid looked up at her, his expression pleading. "You know how I feel about … isolating yourself with the impure."

Jezabel used her wide eyed innocent look and bit her lip; Rasheid was so easy to manipulate. "I was only going to introduce myself, Ra. I was waiting for you."

Her mind did a happy jig as she watched his tense expression soften.

Too easy, he was.

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A puddle of drool rubbed wetly across his cheek as he lifted his head from the makeshift pillow.

"Eughh," Ron groaned, wiping the cold moistness from his skin. "Are we there yet?"

"No, Ronald – it's only been a half hour since our departure." Bushy brown tendrils trembled as the girl shook her head at him.

Ron hated when she patronized him, and let himself imagine – just for one moment – taking a pair of gardening shears to her bush of hair.

"What are you smiling about?" Hermione snapped.

"Er." Ron used the back of his hand to scrub at his nose. "That new girl. You see her?"

Such an alarming shade of red should not be seen on a person's skin, especially one with a complexion as fair as Hermione's.

Ron couldn't be sure, but the odd sound that escaped his mate's mouth didn't sound appropriate for children.

"Her brother didn't seem to like us," Harry muttered, and Ron was grateful at an excuse to talk to someone other than the human steam pot.

"Weird eyes on that bloke," Ron answered, nodding vigorously.

Harry shrugged.

"Where do you think they came from, anyway?" Ron continued, desperate for Harry to resume talking; Hermione was still in the process of converting her DNA into that of a tomato.

Harry shrugged again.

God, his friend wasn't going to be any help at all.

"Do you think that they like Quidditch?" Ron shrieked, the last word distorted by his voice cracking as he flailed his arms and lifted his eyebrows at Harry in rapid succession.

"Er," Harry answered, his own eyes going wide. "Sure, Ron."

"YES I DID SEE HER," Hermione exploded, and Ron swore he saw a bit of smoke expel from her nostrils. "She's not anything to go on about, either!"

Ron cringed, but couldn't stop himself from muttering, "I think she's rather pretty…"

At the venomous look from his on and off again girlfriend he squealed, "Right, Harry?"

"Er," Harry muttered, shrugging.

It was going to be a long trip to Hogwarts.

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