Disclaimer I do not own anything recognizable.
This is my first try, so it probably won't be too good. If you don't like the story, then just don't read it. I'd like constructive criticism though. Also, don't expect me to update that soon. Harry's Second Year is slightly different in this story, hence Harry not remembering what happened in the Chamber of Secrets.
Chapter One
The Chamber of Secrets- I just can't figure it out… I don't remember killing a basilisk, and yet I wake up in the infirmary and am told I save the school and killed a basilisk. No one believes me when I tell them that I didn't. It seems like a huge mystery that I'll have to solve on my own.
"Can I join you in your compartment?"
"Huh?" asks Harry stupidly, pulled out of his thoughts.
"May I join you in you compartment? All the others are either full or not to my liking."
When Harry turned the voice, he was startled. The girl who he was speaking to had straight black hair with deep black eyes and looked slightly pale. It unnerved him, somehow, that she looked so familiar, and yet, he couldn't place her.
"Uhh…Sure", replied Harry, "but what do you mean they're not to your liking?"
"Too loud", she answered simply, and began to read a book she had pulled out of her bag.
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione and they held a whispered discussion.
"I recognize those looks but I can place her," Harry proclaimed as he studied the new girl.
"Same here, mate," Ron added, mostly because he just wanted to agree with Harry .
"It's not nice to talk about others behind their backs!" Hermione scolded her housemates as she cautiously looked towards the topic of their discussion. She felt relieved. The new student did not seem to hear their debate.
"Its not like we can talk to her, she's ignoring us," Harry pointed out, annoyed.
"Exactly, she didn't even tell us her name!" added Ron, once again backing Harry up.
"She could have told you her name was Satirev if you asked."
The Golden Trio turned towards the girl who had just spoken.
"I'm not deaf you know", she added, the corners of her mouth turned up into a small smile.
To try and ease the tension, Harry introduced himself
"I'm Harry, I'm in Gryffindor, and I'll be starting my third year."
"Name's Ron, Gryffindor, Third Year."
"And I'm Hermione. I am also a Third Year Gryffindor", she added, as she stuck out her hand. Satirev shook it and said, "I'm Satirev and this is going to be my first year."
"What House do you want to be in?" Ron asked.
"Ravenclaw, but I probably won't be put there."
"Why not?" asked Hermione, curious, though Satirev just turn away.
The compartment door suddenly banged open, and Malfoy came in, followed by Crabbe and Goyle. "What do we have here? Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood." sneered Malfoy.
"Draco, stop", came a voice from the back of the compartment. Draco prepared a comeback, but stopped once he noticed where the voice came from.
"Satirev, what are you doing here? Father asked me to look after you and he would be VERY disappointed if he discovered you were associating with Mudbloods and blood traitors."
"You needn't look after me", she replied, offended. "Besides", she added "I can choose who to associate with; I'm only here because the other compartments are full."
"You could join me in my compartment", offered Draco.
"Says Mr. I-am-a-Third-Year-who doesn't-want-to-be-bothered-by-a-First-Year. Thanks, but no thanks."
"Watch what you're saying. Professor Snape WILL be VERY disappointed if you are caught…no…if you ARE associating with Potter's Gang. I'd watch my step if I were you."
Draco turned and walked out of the compartment, followed by Crabbe and Golye. The rest of the train trip continued in relative silence
