Before Darkness Falls

by Eliza Moore

Year Seven: Belinda Black and Kyla Hornsby transferred to Hogwarts under the will of their parents. Belinda has never known who her father is, but when she gets to Hogwarts, she's swept into a life that she's never known. And when danger comes, Belinda ha

1. Chapter 1

Not From the Author: I do not own Harry Potter. I would like to make that clear. Also, this story takes place in Harry's Seventh Year, presumably after HBP. However, I have chosen to not have Dumbledore deceased.

Introducing:

Name: Belinda Black
Age: 17
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Purple
Misc: Small scar on her chin. A beauty mark above her lip on the right side.

Best Friend: Kyla Hornsby
Age: 17
Hair Color: Reddish
Eye Color: Grey
Misc: Cartilage pierced.

I guess you could say that my life is over. I certainly consider it that way. Kyla and I were snatched from Lividiam School For Witches and Wizards when all hell broke loose. The teacher's rioted; students were setting fire to different parts of the school. It was complete and utter madness. This is why we are on the Hogwart's Express.

Sitting in a cabin with only Kyla, we know that we are the rejects. No one in the right mind transfers for Seventh Year. But we had no choice, it was our parents. Well, her parents and my mum.
I don't know who my father is. I'll never know who my father is. All I do know is that I have his last name and according to my mother some of his "queer personality". When she says that, I'm quite sure it isn't mean to be flattering.

The train sits as more students stumble on board, completely ignoring our cabin.

"How many bubbles do you suppose you could blow with on peice of a gum?" Kyla asks me.

"I suppose as many as you feel like," I reply.

"I have the feeling we'll be owning this cabin for ourselves," Kyla states snapping her gum. I sigh.

"I suppose so," is my response. But just as I go to shut the door, 3 laughing teenagers stumble towards the door and freeze when the see us sitting, well me half-sitting, in the cabin.

"Oh," the girl with frizzy brown hair says, holding a bright orange cat.

"You mind if we join you?" the red-headed boy asks.

"Of course not," I reply, sitting back down. The three look at each other and then cautiously enter.

"We don't bite," Kyla sanps rudely.

"Kyla!" I scold within a whisper. She rolls her eyes at me in response. It's not until I look up again do I realize that Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, is sitting right next to me. I suppose I could exclaim "YOU'RE HARRY POTTER!" which is what I'd like to do, but I'm sure he gets enough of that.

"I'm Belinda Black," I manage to awkwardly stutter. Pictures do this boy no justice. He's gorgeous.

"Harry," he replies with a smile. I nod, to let him know that I know who he is. I look at Kyla and a wave of understanding passes between us.

"I'm Hermione Granger and this is Ronald Weasely," the brunette says.

"I can introduce myself," Ron mumbles.

"I'm Kyla Hornsby," Kyla replies. Hello's are exchanged. I can't take my eyes off of Harry's green ones.

Have you ever gotten the feeling that there are things that someone may know about you that THEY don't even realize they know? Just by the tension in the air? Well that's exactly how I'm feeling right now. And it's Harry's eyes that give me that feeling.