Authoress note: Hey peoples. This is my first story and I have no experience in writing. Wish me luck
Pairings: Gaara x Oc, Cho x Cedric, Hermione x Krum
"bleh" talking
'bleh' thinking
"bleh" Japanese
Disclaimer- Sadly I own nothing but my oc. At least I own her.
"Goodbye dears, and do take care," Molly Weasley told Ron as he was getting on the train. "I don't want to hear about you causing any trouble at Hogwarts."
"Yes, yes, do be good," Mr. Weasley said his mind obviously somewhere else. "Harry could you come here for a minute?"
The boy he spoke to was an under-feed fourteen year old, who goes by the name of Harry Potter. Like many other boys his age, he has messy black hair and green eyes, but some things set him apart from other boys his age. For one, he is a under aged wizard and a famous one at that. He is known as the boy who lived. He has a lightning shaped scar on his forehead as a mark to signify the fact that he defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort, as a baby, making him a hero before he could walk.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked. Mr. Weasley worked at the Ministry of Magic, so he knew a lot about upcoming events that he and Mrs. Weasley were being so secretive about.
"I was wondering if you knew, by chance, those two students over there. They look, well, odd," said Mr. Weasley. He nodded in the direction of to people. One had windswept fiery hair with some strange tattoo on the left side of his forehead. He was leaning against a wall with his eyes closed, looking very annoyed. Under his eyes were dark circles. Whether or not it was paint or some other sort of makeup, well, Harry had yet to decide.
The other was a girl. She was unmistakably beautiful. Her skin reminded him some what of the moon it was so pale. She had long curly hair that was in perfect ringlets that reached down to her lower back. The weird thing about it was the color. It looked almost all black, but had a bluish shine to it. She must have dyed it, but her eyes were most startling of all. They were blood red and held more expression than the rest of her face put together. Just looking at them you could tell she had had a hard life. She was sitting on her trunk with a thoughtful look on her face.
Their clothes were odd too. They were dressed more like muggels than anything.
The boy seemed to have a giant gourd on his back. He was wearing a black shirt with pants that reached half way down his shins and from there down was bandaged. He had a pouch like thing on one of his thighs. He was also wearing a grey scarf that went around his body, from his shoulder to his hip, twice.
The girl, however, was also wearing all dark colors. She had a black trench coat with a high collar. It had three silver fastenings, that were all undone showing a deep red shirt with two black Asian dragons on it that were devouring each others tails making a circle. In the circle was a very disturbing thing. A scull with a rose threading up through the jaw, out the mouth, in the nose, and finally back through the eye. She was also wearing a black headband that had an hourglass type symbol etched into the metal, silver plate. The headband held up her bangs so that it made them fall into her eyes, and cascade down her face.
"No, Mr. Weasley. I've never seen them before. But they seem too old to be first years," Harry said truthfully. If he had seen them before, he would have definitely remembered them.
"Harry, I want you to watch out for those two. If they do anything suspicious at Hogwarts, write me and I'll inform the ministry. Well, have a good year, Harry, off you go." Mr. Weasley stated ushering Harry towards the train.
'Interesting, Gaara and I have been sent on a mission to protect a boy who apparently became a hero and didn't even know he was doing anything except possibly sleeping. This is probably a waste of time, but if it makes a pact amongst the wizards and the shinobi, I won't argue.' Annette thought as she and Gaara waited for the other "children" to get on the train.
The whistle blew signaling them to get on board. Most of the students headed for the front of the train to get the seats that the snack trolley would come by first. Gaara and Annette couldn't care less about food and were more worried about finding an empty compartment since neither she, nor Gaara, liked company all that much. They headed for the back of the train. The two went in through the emergency exit at the end of the train. They went into the closest compartment and locked the door.
Once inside the very, for there are no other words to describe it, red compartment, Gaara started looking out the window, whilst Annette began sketching something while listening to her CD player. Which, years ago, she had re-wired to run off her chakra. Gaara briefly wondered what she was listening to.
He knew she was sketching a map by using some complex mathematics. He also knew it would probably come in handy later. After about two minutes he decided, that she probably wasn't going to tell him until the time came for it to be useful, and as he didn't feel like asking what the map was for, he became bored, and began to meditate.
"How is it that we got on the train at the same time as everyone else, and yet they have seats, and we don't?" Ron asked agitated.
"Oh Ron, there has to be an open compartment somewhere. So relax will you?" Hermione told her complaining friend while looking through windows of other compartments. She was searching for anything that had at least three open seats.
"Well, we're at the back of the train. If there isn't one here we'll have to sit in the aisle," Ron shouted waving his arms like it would be the end of the world if they had to sit on the floor.
"At least we could trip a few people and have a good laugh," Harry said with a grin.
"Oh! Here's one," Hermione exclaimed excited, but before she could knock, the door opened and the girl Mr. Weasley had pointed out to Harry earlier was standing in the door looking bored.
"Hi, can we sit with you? Every where else is full," Hermione said hopefully.
"Uh," Annette said, unsure, and looked back at Gaara. He shrugged, obviously not caring if they sat there as long as they were quite.
Once they sat down, they immediately began talking. Annette smirked, but pretended not to notice. In about two minutes, sand started trickling through the window. Annette's eyes widened and she kicked Gaara hard in the shin. His concentration on killing the ningins in the compartment was broken. He scowled at Annette obviously waiting for an explanation.
"Look, you can't kill anyone on this mission. We're supposed to be average children," Annette said exaggerating the word average to an unmistakable degree. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were startled by the girl when she interrupted Ron mid-sentence to speak in a language they had never heard before.
"You and I both know that this is a waste of time," said Gaara, irritated that she had kicked him with her steel toed boots. He would have another bruise there in the morning.
"Yes, but this is a mission, like it or no. If you kill the boy we will both be in trouble. Get used to the constant jabbering, because it won't go away anytime soon." Annette said fighting to keep her voice even. Even though talking annoyed her to no end, and the fact that the mission was a stupid one, there way no way she was going to let anyone, even Gaara, make her fail. He was one of, actually her only, friend, but she had just gotten the Wind Country to "except" her as a member. That meant protection and that's just what she needs right now. Neither she nor Gaara could blow this one.
Gaara saw how serious she was. He remembered her situation and decided to leave the boy and his friends alone, and answered her remark by beginning to meditate once more. He would talk to her about this later, if he survived the train ride.
Annette decided that to the children of the school two sadist children from god knows where would defiantly cause some suspicions. She would have to do some acting. 'Hmm… I hope Gaara won't mind if I act a bit psycho.'
She went over and sat between Gaara and the orange haired freckled one. She pointed her finger at Gaara and slowly moved it towards his head. He, probable out of habit for she did this sort of thing often when they were on a mission involving children, moved away as her finger came closer. Her hand dropped and he sat back up strait again. She did it again, and again, and again.
"Would you cut that out!" Gaara said angrily as he slapped her hand away. There was only so much he could take. Annette looked down at her hands and then smiled a little and did the same thing to Ron, only he wasn't paying attention when she was doing it to Gaara and didn't know that he was suppose to move. So, naturally, he didn't.
"OW!" he screamed has her huge finger nails pierced his skin. She snickered at the boy's stupidity. It didn't take a ninja to tell that when a pointy object is coming at your face that you move.
"Annette, where is Cyrise," Gaara asked curiously.
Annette looked down at her hand and pressed he fingers together like Hinata does all the time. She had a look on her face that said damn he remembered. "He didn't fit."
"So where is he," Gaara said apprehensively. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were left to wonder who 'Sirise' was. They would soon find out.
A.N. I hope you liked it. It's my first fic, so please be nice to me. Or you can flame me. I don't really care, I just like to her from people. We'll find out who Cyrise
