Bryn knew she shouldn't have gone to school that day, but that was in the past now. She sat in her Grandfathers study, awaiting punishment. Her soft brown eyes looked over the room. Her grandfather was a Wizard. She had always known that, and that she was adopted. He never told her anything about her parents, and she chose not to ask. She looked around the room and sighed. The Death Eaters had attacked her school for no reason, and she being the only witch there tried to stop them. Only one problem, her Grandfather and the Ministry reached the Death Eaters about the same time she did. As the situation was handled, she was told to go home and wait, which was exactly what she was doing. She knew better than to argue with her Grandfather..No one else did. Albus Dumbledore was a very powerful man, and she kept that in mind. She looked down at her school books, her notebook had her name plated on it: Brynden Celeste Jorden. The letters seemed to burn into her mind as the gold plate flashed in her eyes.
"Brynden." She heard the door open and sat up straighter.
"Sir." She swallowed.
"What you did today.." He sighed. "Was very dangerous and very stupid." He looked his granddaughter over carefully. "What made you think you could take on a pack of Death Eaters? Brynden. You're only 16 years old."
"I know sir. But I couldn't sit around doing nothing."
"Why did you have your wand with you?" He sat down in the chair across from her.
"I...I don't know." she took a deep breath. "Something deep inside me this morning told me to take it."
"Bryn." He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. She knew he had been working hard to keep everyone safe from Lord Voldermort, rallying support against the Ministry's wishes.
"Brynden, I'm going to be forced to take you with me this year." He announced.
"But! But I like St. Broxton's School!" She objected.
"Yes I know, but you must be kept safe. I realize now that the Death Eaters don't care who they attack, and I want you safe, where I know you will be safe."
"But Grandfather!" she stood up.
"You will go and that's final. The train leaves in the morning, I will have your books and supplies, all you need to do is pack. Go." He looked her outraged expression over. "This is my final decision. A witch your age should be going to Hogwarts."
With that, she left.
The next day she was on the train to Hogwarts, sitting in the compartment alone, reading a book and feeling like she was going to cry. She heard a knock at the compartment and looked up.
"Excuse us." She heard a voice say. "But your in our seats." She looked up at a blonde boy and two others.
"Huh?" Bryn put her book down and felt the silver framed reading glasses fall down as well, only to catch on the end of her nose. "Can I help you?" She asked politely.
"I said." The blonde boy approached her. "That you're in our seats." Bryn stood up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize there were assigned seats on the Hogwarts Express. I think your full of it, I'm not leaving." She shook her head and sat back down.
"You are; however, welcome to sit with me, if you think you can get your heads out of your behinds long enough to realize that you don't rule the train."
Draco's eyes burned with anger. "I said get out." He said glaring at her.
"And I said I wasn't going to." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Sit down or not, doesn't bother me." She shrugged. Draco grew tired of arguing, and sat right across from her, Crabbe and Goyle took a seat on both sides of her, blocking her in.
"Leave." he said again looking her in the eyes.
"No." She replied. "Get your goons off me, or you will regret it."
"I've never seen you before. Who are you?" he asked.
"Brynden Jorden. And you are?"
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." a sly grin formed on his face. "So, new at Howarts are you?" he asked.
"I am." she nodded in agreement. "I've been privately tutored though. You're Lucius' son right?"
"Yes, although I have no idea who your parents are." he looked at her expecting an explanation.
"I was adopted. So, neither do I. Although, if you find them, tell them thanks for leaving me." she said in a bitter tone.
"Touchy, touchy." He laughed. "So, you're a mudblood." Bryn slapped him before he could say more.
"You. Can. Leave." She said sternly. Crabbe and Goyle grabbed her arms and Draco got in her face.
"Do that again." he dared her. "And I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever do." He looked to Crabbe and Goyle. "Come on boys, let's go."
Bryn stood there, shocked by herself and the boy called Draco. She shook her head and made a mental note to stay away from those three as much as possible.