Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter and my potato is not growing Weasley hair.

I wanna give a shout-out to my cousin Brianna for letting me use her character, even though I did make a few tweaks. Love you, Banana!

Chapter One

Train

Jessica woke early in the morning and stretched, not quite ready to get up yet but knowing she had to. This was one of those times she had wished she'd packed the night before instead of the morning of so she could've slept longer.

Sighing, she rolled out of bed, catching herself before she hit the floor. She stretched her back cat-style and waltzed over to her closet. She didn't have very many clothes because her taste was so picky, but she grabbed armfuls of what she did have and shoved them in her trunk. "Ah," she groaned and smacked herself in the face, realizing that they wore uniforms, not jeans and t-shirts. So, she dumped out the truck and re-packed it with all of her robes and books and things.

Finally, when that was finished, she'd realized she'd packed so much stuff that it wasn't able to close. Jessica, being stubborn as she was, sat on the trunk hoping her weight would be enough to shut it.

It didn't budge.

Her mouth twisted in a pout. "Kreacher!" she called. Seconds later, a puff of white smoke revealed her little house elf.

"Ah!" she smiled. "There you are. Do you think you can help me close this?" Jessica was really the only one who ever asked Kreacher, and who was ever really nice to him. Kreacher liked doing things for her because of this.

He nodded then bowed. "Yes, Mistress." Kreacher jumped ontop of the trunk and pulled as hard as his little arms could, clicking all of the latches closed and zipping it up.

This made Jessica smile wider. "Kreacher, you are amazing." She got up and grabbed some clothes. "Fix me some breakfast?"

"Yes, Mistress. What would you like?" he asked in his little gruff voice.

She tapped her lip in thinking, but she already knew what she wanted. "I'll have a steak and a cup of chai tea." Jessica didn't like coffee, so she usually drank tea for caffine.

"Rare, Mistress?"

"Yes. With all the juices."

Kreacher bowed again, and ran off to cook breakfast. She sighed at the little elf. He'd been somewhat of a godfather to her ever since her real father, Sirius Black, was locked away in Azkaban.

Jessica had turned twelve not too long ago and had gotten her second Hogwarts letter. Originally, Sirius had just wanted to homeschool her. He'd never wanted her to go out in public for fear of what they might do to her. So she'd stayed in secret all these years, no one knowing that the infamous Sirius Black had a daughter.

She'd followed his orders to stay home last year, but she was sick and tired of being cooped up in that cage he called a manor.

Jessica locked her bedroom door and chucked off her pajamas and underwear, leaving her completely naked. Her skin was pale as chalk, glistening in the early morning sun just peeking through the barred windows. Her midnight black hair tumbled down reaching her low back and parted at the side, one bang covering her left eye. Blood red streaked the black.

Deciding not to change on the train, she threw on her black robes now, covering the Hogwarts insignia by throwing on a black Linkin Park sweater that was two sizes too big.

Just then, she heard a yell from downstairs. "Mistress's food is ready!"

"Coming, Kreacher." She picked up the trunk in her seemingly weak, but actually quite strong arms and ran down the steps, unaware of what time it was. Her eyes widened. She almost forgot. "Taffeta!" she yelled, and raced into the kitching, leaving her trunk by the door. The large raven cawwed in response, landing on her shoulder just as she sat down to eat. "Good girl."

"Eat up, Mistress. You are looking quite thin." said Kreacher from the kitchen.

She looked down at her plate of meat, still oozing with blood. Her favorite kind. She ripped a large bite with her fangs, the blood staining her hand. "Kree-ur wha time ishit?" she asked through a full mouth. Her raven pecked at the smaller piece and swallowed it whole, then slipped on her black Stiletto boots.

"Seven twenty-six, Mistress."

Her eyes widened. She stuffed the rest of the steak in her mouth and wiped off her hands with a napkin, still leaving them a little red. "Got-a go. Fanksh kwee-ur." she said and ran to the bus stop, only to find that it was just pulling up. She'd made it.

Taffeta cawwed twice as she entered the bus, sitting alone on one of the ripped, uncomfortable seats. She scratched her under the chin to calm her down.

Not too long later, they arrived at King's Cross. She thanked the driver and stepped off, looking for her directions. Platform 9 3/4 it read. But there was only Platforms 9 and 10. Her father had planned on homeschooling her, and even now she wasn't supposed to be here. But Kreacher didn't need to know that. And no one needed to know who she was. She'd just have to make up a fake name for herself. Jessica... Blue. Yes, that would work.

She knew she had to do something she hated. Something she hated with a burning passion. Ask for help from someone other than Kreacher. She cursed under her breath and seached for anyone who looked like they were going to the same place.

At last she found a large red-haired woman waving good-bye to her children... running through a stone pillar. Ohhh, she thought. Now she felt stupid.

"Excuse me?" she asked. The lady was with what looked like her daughter and husband, all with red hair.

"Yes?" she answered and looked up. She was a few inches shorter than Jessica even without her Stilettos.

She blushed, another thing she almost never did. "I'm uh... Are you all going to Hogwarts?"

"Why, yes dearie. Do you need help getting there?"

Jessica nodded.

It was the man who spoke now. "Run straight through that pillar. You'll get there."

"Thanks, um..."

"I'm Molly Weasley, and this is my husband Arthur." she smiled sweetly.

"Oh," she said, "well thank you for helping me Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."

Fearless, Jessica ran into the pillar and came out the other end. There was a couple of men at the very end of the train helping kids get their trunks up and into the window of the very last door on the train.

She pulled the trunk over and when the older boy asked for it, she said she could do it herself and she hoisted it up with no problem the the other. The two looked surprisingly alike with red hair like the Weasleys. She figured they must be twins.

She sincerely hoped there was an empty compartment on the train left as she walked down the aisle. No... no... no... she was getting down to the very end and her chances were slim to none.

She had a nice set of cuss words that explained her situation, but didn't find their way out of her mouth. The very last compartment was empty.

Closing her eyes, she mouthed a silent, "Yes!" and slipped in. Her knees were pulled close to her and she rested her book, Hush, Hush, on them. She'd just gotten to the part where Nora met Patch at Bo's Arcade when she heard the sliding door open. Fuck, she thought. I forgot to lock the door.

"This seat taken?" It was a male's voice. She looked up into the eyes of none other than her Godbrother. Great. He couldn't know- not now at least. She'd have to send him away.

"Actually, yes." she said.

Harry frowned and walked out. She sort of felt bad, but it was better for both of them. Safer. The train started rolling along the tracks and she heard people waving and yelling good-bye to their parents and siblings. But she didn't. She just sank lower in her seat. Because she had no family, no siblings. Her father was in Azkaban and her Godbrother probably hated her now.

A few moments later, the door opened again. It was a girl this time with a voice like wind passing by and ghostly white hair. She asked the same question as Harry.

It seemed she was harmless, so Jessica gestured to the seat in front of her. "My name is Luna Lovegood." she said, probably trying to strike up a conversation.

"Jessica Bl-" she remembered that she had a cover name. She'd have to be more careful from now on. "Jessica Blue."

Luna nodded. "That's a fitting name. Your eyes are the bluest I think I've ever seen."

Her eyes flickered to the blonde for a moment, then she went back to reading.

"Pretty hair. Is it real?" she asked, reaching over and taking one of the red pieces in her hand.

"Yes." Her hair had always grown that way. She wasn't sure why it had such bright red streaks in it.

There was silence for a few minutes and the food cart rolled by. Luna ordered one of everything. When the lady asked me, I said, "Ten chocolate frogs." It was the closest thing to meat they had on that train, and she forgot her sandwich. Plus, she was a sucker for chocolate.

Jessica saw Luna write something down in a sketchpad. "Wacha got there?" Jessica asked.

"Oh, this?" she asked, holding up a pink notebook with a few words scribbled down. "It's my notebook. I use it to write down things about my new friends."

"Hmm."

"So far for you, I put 'likes chocolate frogs' and 'seems a bit lonely'."

Jessica raised a brow.

"Don't even try to deny it. I've seen your kind before, you know. You're probably living with a house elf, your parents are gone, and you want to start a new life."

Wow. She was good.

"What makes you say that?" I asked cautiously.

"You just seem the type." she shrugged. "Also, I didn't see you wave good-bye to anyone."

Silence.

"Are you related to someone famous? I know I've seen someone that looks like you somewhere before..."

"No." said Jessica almost a little bit too quickly.

Now it was Luna's turn to be curious. But she didn't ask anymore questions, just picked up a newspaper called The Quibbler and started reading. On the very front page, Jessica saw a picture of her dad behind bars in an article titled Sirius Black: Friend or Foe?

Jessica swallowed hard and hoped Luna wouldn't see the family resemblance.

To her surprise, Luna asked, "What do you think about the whole Sirius Black thing?"

"What do you mean?" she answered, hoping it was her imagination that her voice cracked.

Luna didn't seem to notice. "Well, I mean... Do you think he's innocent?"

"One-hundred percent." she answered dryly.

"Why's that?"

"Well I mean, it was never really proven that he killed the Potters."

Luna considered this.

Just then, a platinum blonde haired boy opened the sliding door and stood in the doorway, two boys wearing sneers behind him.

"Hello, Looney. Who's your friend?" he asked.

"Why do you need to know?" spat Jessica.

He laughed humorlessly. "I need to know everyone here that could potentially be one of my henchmen... or hench-women. I saw you with the trunk. So I'll ask it again, what's your name."

I do NOT hench. "Get out."

"Aww Luna. Looks like your new girlfriend has some anger issues. You need to teach her some of your carefree goodnaturedness or whatever." The boy's henchmen laughed and he smirked.

Luna blushed furiously. "She is NOT my girlfriend, Malfoy!"

"Get out. Now." She could feel her wolf Animagus claws sharpening.

Malfoy copied Jessica in a high-pitched voice, "Get out now," making the boys behind him laugh even harder.

Jessica stood up, looming at least four inches taller than him and put her hands on his shoulders, digging her claws into them. "Don't make me ask you again."

His eyes showed a flashe of fear, but he redeemed his confidence by saying, "Come on, guys. I think they learned their lesson."

Jessica pushed Malfoy out and slammed the door in his face, flipping him off through the screen.

Luna blinked a few times. "What was that?"

Jessica dragged her hands down her face and groaned. "Nothing." But she knew she might've just blown her cover.

Luna: That's it! Hope you liked it!

Jessica: Don't worry, I'll be more badass in the later chapters.

Draco: Ha. You? Badass?

Jessica: Go to hell, bitch.

Luna: Comment and rate and stuffs! We likes it!

Jessica: Or I'll come to your house. And-

Luna: Okay we all know how graphic you can be, Jess. I don't really want to throw up right now.

Jessica: *Smirks*