Author's note: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from it. I only own Michelle and the idea for the story.

These two showed up yesterday and would not leave until I wrote their story. They were very annoying, screaming at me to not stop writing every time I had to get up to do something else. I can't believe that I actually finished this in one day, but they finally were satisfied and left. Please read and review, good or bad, I love reviews. Tell me what you think, honestly.

Silver Hero

She sat alone on a bench in the train station, wearing a confused expression. 'Where the heck is the platform? I can't find the platform, I can't go to school.' She thought to herself. The platform, 9 ¾, didn't seem to exist. She saw platform 9 and 10, but nothing in between. After the horrid flight to get to London from America, she was exhausted. Now it seemed that the trip was made for nothing. Noticing a young boy with dark hair wandering around, she wondered if he was looking for the same thing she was. Getting up to make her way to ask him, a family of red heads hurried by her.

"Packed with muggles, of course." The older woman complained. Obviously she was the mother of the crew of children. She watched as they approached platform 9 and 10 and wondered what they were doing, starting to walk towards the wall between the platforms. Watching, she was amazed as she saw one of the boys walk towards the wall and then disappear. 'Of course, it's magic.' She shook her head. After watching the dark haired boy speak with the woman and then disappear through the wall, she made her decision. 'Guess I'll have to give it a shot, see what happens.' After the last of the red heads disappeared through the wall, she sucked in a deep breath and then made for the wall. Closing her eyes, she expected to hit the wall, but when nothing happened, she opened her eyes and saw a huge train sitting in front of her. Hogwarts Express was written on the side of the engine. She smiled and made her way to the train with her trunk of school supplies. Finding a compartment, she settled in for the train ride to her new school to study magic. 'Magic, who knew? Explains a lot, though.' She thought, as she sighed and propped her feet on the seat beside her.

After several moments, the train slowly started to move forward. A slow smile spread across her face. Finally, she didn't feel so alone anymore, like such an outcast. About a half hour into the trip, the compartment door opened. A young boy with white hair and grey eyes stuck his head in. "Draco Malfoy." He said.

She looked around the compartment, knowing that no one else was with her, shook her head and said, "Nope, no one here by that name." Closing her eyes, she assumed he would move on.

"No, I'm Draco Malfoy." The boy said, slightly annoyed.

"Oh, hello." She replied.

"And you are…?" he asked.

"Oh, sorry, Michelle. Michelle Cooper." She answered.

"You're American." He stated. "Pure-blood?"

"Yes, I'm American, and I'm not sure what you mean by pure-blood." She said.

"Are you parents magic people or non-magic people?" he asked with annoyance. 'Obviously, she's a mudblood, since she's so stupid about magic.'

"I don't know." She said looking down at her hands.

"What do you mean, you don't know? You don't know if your parents can do magic?" he asked with a sneer.

"Well, since I don't know who my parents are, then yeah, you could say I don't know if they can do magic or not." She replied. "I grew up in an orphanage. My mother left me there when I was barely an hour old." A sadness entered her eyes.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to be hateful like that." He apologized to her. Looking at her, he found her very attractive. 'Such beautiful golden hair. I wonder if it's as soft as it looks. Her eyes are amazing, I've never seen such a strange color.'

Michelle was a beautiful girl, indeed. Even at the age of 11, she made people stop and stare as she walked by. Her eyes were a silvery color. They always looked like they were shimmering, even when she was sad.

"Well, see you at the school." Draco said and walked away to other things.

Michelle was left alone with her thoughts as the train continued on to its destination. 'Strange boy. Nice looking, though. Beautiful eyes and hair. Wonder why he stopped to talk to me?' she thought.

Closing her eyes, thinking about the boy with the white hair, Michelle fell asleep. Several hours later, she was awakened by a bushy haired girl. "You probably should change. I expect we will be there soon." She then bustled off to tell others.

Michelle looked out her window and saw that the day had changed to night. She stood and slipped her school robe out of her trunk. She put the robe on, and was arranging her hair on her shoulders when Draco stuck his head back in the door. "Oh, already ready, I see. Anxious to get to the school, eh?" he said, and then walked away to find his friends.

The train slowed and then came to a stop. The students filed off the train into the cool night air. Michelle followed the other students off the train, looking around at her surroundings. "First years, over here." She heard a deep voice call. Making her way over, she saw the biggest man she had ever seen in her life. "Right, is this everyone? Follow me." The big man led the way to several boats on the lake. "Four to a boat, now, no pushing."

Michelle found herself in a boat with a blonde girl who was looking around dreamily and a chubby boy looking for his frog. She watched nervously as the boats started out across the lake. 'Great, all I need is to fall in the lake and make a fool out of myself on my first day.'

Looking up, she saw the castle. Massive didn't even begin to describe it. Her heart jumped into her throat and she felt like she was going to throw up. After softly bumping into the dock at the castle, she made her way to dry land and followed the big man towards the school. He knocked on the massive doors and they slowly opened up. "The first years, Professor." He said and then turned to leave. Michelle stared up at the severe looking woman in the green robe and hat.

"I'm Professor McGonagall and you will wait here in this room until I call for you for the sorting. There are four houses at Hogwarts. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your house will be your home here at Hogwarts. Your triumphs will gain you house points. Any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will win the House Cup." She explained. "I will be back in a moment to get you for the sorting ceremony." She then turned and left the room.

Everyone started talking amongst themselves. "It's true then. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." She heard Draco call out. Finding him in the crowd, she watched. After the exchange, she silently cheered for Harry being brave enough not to be bullied by Draco. She also wondered if Draco was really that mean, or was it just a front he put on for other people, to keep up a reputation. Determined to find out, she waited patiently for the Professor to come and get them.

The students didn't have to wait long. The big double doors in front of them opened and Professor McGonagall ushered them forward into the Great Hall. Michelle tried to look everywhere at once as she followed the other students to the front of the Hall, walking past all the older students who were watching them with interest. Professor McGonagall stopped next to a stool with a hat sitting on it. Everyone watched the hat, and slowly it began to speak. Reciting a verse, it spoke of the houses of the school. Michelle didn't feel that she belonged to any of the houses. "When I call your name, you will come forward and sit on the stool. Place the Sorting Hat on your head." The teacher explained to them.

She started calling students randomly from the parchment in her hands. Michelle watched and waited as the other students were sorted into houses. Before she knew it, she was the only student remaining to be sorted. "Michelle Cooper." Professor McGonagall called out. Making her way up to the stool and hat, Michelle prayed she wouldn't stumble and fall on her face. She sat down on the stool, and the professor dropped the hat onto her head. 'Hmmm….. I see a great mind, like no other, a need to prove yourself, a sly wit about you and great courage as well as a need to work hard. So, where shall I put you?' she heard in her head. She waited, patiently for the hat to make the decision for her. After about 15 minutes she heard movement behind her, then "Slytherin!" the hat shouted out. Professor McGonagall removed the sorting hat from her head and she went to join her fellow house mates at the table.

Michelle made her way down to the Slytherin table to join her housemates. She caught Draco's eye and saw him wink at her. Raising an eyebrow, she stuck her tongue out at him. 'Yeah, real mature Cooper. Real mature.' She ended up sitting across from Draco.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle. That's Pansy." Draco said, pointing to the people around him. She was sitting next to Pansy. Michelle nodded at them and continued to stare straight ahead.

Just then, Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, stood. Raising his hands for quiet, he said, "Tuck in." Food appeared on the tables before them. Michelle had never seen so much food in one place. Nor had she ever been allowed to eat as much as she wanted. She just stared at all the food, not really believing that it was all real.

Draco looked at her and noticed that her plate was still empty. "Eat." He said to her. She turned her gaze on him and he noticed that she looked scared. "No one is going to stop you. Eat." He added.

Michelle hesitantly reached for a piece of chicken. When nothing happened to her, she put it on her plate and reached for the closest thing to her and began piling her plate with food. Knowing that she wasn't used to eating this much, she did limit herself. Stuffing herself wouldn't be good. The students all talked and started getting to know each other while they ate. Once the last dessert was finished, Professor Dumbledore stood again and called for silence. "Now that we are properly fed and watered, I have a few announcements. First years will note that the forest on the school grounds is strictly forbidden. A few of our older students would do well to remember that also. And Mr. Filch has asked that I remind you that no magic is to be cast in the corridors between classes. Also, the corridor in the west wing of the third floor is off limits to those who do not wish to die a horribly painful death." He looked around at the students who were listening intently. His eyes stopped on Harry's for a few brief seconds and then they stopped on Michelle's. "Now, off to bed. Big day tomorrow."