This story was written by me (AKA Bailey) and my friend Whisper. (AKA Violet)
Disclaimer: Whisper and I don't own Harry Potter. We just think it's totally awesome.
Prologue
The dark night scenery rushed by the train in a blur, making Bailey dizzy. Her face was pressed flat against the glass of the window, eyes drooped in obvious boredom. She was dressed in black robes, her new school uniform (which she didn't like) and a floppy orangey red striped hat, covering her black wolf ears. She had boy short, messy brown hair, and bright yellow eyes behind blue rimmed rectangular glasses. With an exaggerated sigh Bailey turned to look at her companion. Violet was staring at the door with her wings slightly open.
"Violet. Hey Violet! VIOLET!" Bailey said shaking her slightly. What was she staring at? Violet looked up, her pale skin highlighting her bright purple eyes and black hair.
"Someone is staring at us. See that boy with the white hair?" She said pointing. They both stared at the boy, who stared back. Violet got up extending her wing so he could see them. As his eyes opened in shock another boy, this one with black hair and round glasses, came running up, knocking down the other boy. He burst into our cabin and stopped short at the sight of Bailey's yellow eyes and Violet's bat wings. He stared for a second, then sat down.
"Hullo! Cool costumes. I heard there were some new students from America on board. Would that be you? Good job at scaring Draco Malfoy by the way!" he smiled.
"Yeah, that's us, but what costumes? We ain't wherein none." Bailey told him. His grin faded to a confused look. "Not costumes?" Both girls nodded. The boy paled. Bailey grinned, delighted at having freaked out another tailless kid.
"That's why our parents sent us to wizarding school. They were afraid of our power," Violet stated, "Stupid foster parents!" Bailey looked at her friend.
"C'mon, they're not that bad. They treat you well and they didn't try to cut off your wings." She laughed.
The boy just looked at them strangely, a disbelieving look on his face. Bailey could understand. He had just walked into a room full of weirdoes. Violet gave him a curious look. "Did you say Draco Malfoy?" He nodded. She frowned. Inside she had conflicted emotions that showed slightly in her eyes.
"Why, do you know him?" the boy asked.
Violet shook her head absently. "No, not really…" She trailed off. Bailey stretched out on the train seats and put her hands behind her head.
"Well, you know him and now we do to, but who the heck are you?"
The boy folded his arms. "You mean you don't know?" Bailey shook her head. "I'm Harry Potter." Her eyes showed no recognition, but she smiled.
"Pleased to meet cha! I'm Bailey. Bailey McWolfen." She poked her friend. "And this is Violet Black." Violet jumped, shaken from whatever thoughts were wrapped around her head. She shot a look at Bailey and then smiled. Harry smiled back.
"So, what did you mean by good job scaring Draco?" Violate asked curiously.
Harry's smile grew wider and a bit devious. "We hate each other's guts, let's leave it at that." Bailey nodded wisely.
"Ah, and arch nemeses. Like me an' my brother."
"Oh, yes like the brother I don't even know.' Violet muttered.
"That's cuz he's at collage. But we never talk. Did you not hear me?" Bailey shot back. Her brother wasn't a wizard (an advantage she loved having) so he lived a pretty normal muggle life.
The train started slowing down and lurched to a stop then, and the three students looked at each other. "We have arrived." Harry stated simply. They quickly hustled out of the compartment, Violet folding her wings and Bailey making sure her hat was still on securely. They stepped off the train and looked around. It seemed the students were dividing into two groups, the smallest student heading over to a gigantic humongous bearded man, and the rest climbing into these carriage things. Harry had gone over to two other students, a girl and red headed boy and was talking eagerly to them, so Violet and Bailey didn't join him. Instead they did the most natural thing. Followed the crowd.
They climbed into a nearby carriage occupied by two sixth year girls. They gave Violet some pretty freaked out stares and started whispering to each other, casting looks at her ever so often. Then the carriage gave a sudden lurch and started up the hill to the castle…
Forgive us if Harry seems out of character. Had to meet him somehow. Don't worry, he'll be more Harry-like in the future.
For now, reviews reviews! Whisper and I loves em!
