Hi. Name's Emerald Sapphires. Hope you guys like what you read.
Summery: Hermione and the gang are in for a surprise when they start their 7th year. What with romance, hatred, and the mysteries girl who came from the Americas, and with Hogwarts is once again thrown into another world of confusion, it's up to Hermione to solve the mystery of the haunted girl's past.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and any other related things except for Annabelle and the plot.
P.S. Voldemort, Lucius, and Narcissa are dead.
Prologue
The center of London was beautiful. Every thing was cheery and happy. People walked around the street without a care in the world.
But some where, in a dark room, sat a blond haired girl, looking out a window, distain written all over her face. Pictures were every where in the room. Every picture was gothic, with vampires and demons. The girl looked like she just came out of one of the paintings. She had pale skin, and wore a blood red blouse with black slacks. She wore crimson lipstick, and black eye shadow. But the most interesting part was that her eyes were a silvery-blue, just like another person we all know and love.
"I can't believe it," the girl whispered to no one, "I'm going to Hogwarts. It's been ten years since I last saw London, since I saw mother. Yet, here I am."
Books lay neatly in a trunk beside her bed. The only book that seemed out of place was the white, leather bound journal lying on a desk. The girl picked the book up and began to write:
August 27, 1997
Dear Journal,
I don't believe I came here, far too many bad memories. Then again, I do have to get over my fears. I just don't want any attention. Might bring Father back out again. I wonder what ever happened to mum. I really do miss her, only person who knew and cared about me.
I also don't want to run into my brother. He may not know me but I know everything about him. Why Father only wanted a son was beyond me, but I'm sure that Draco is doing better in life than I am.
I can only hope that he hates Father as much as I do. God knows what happened to him. And Malfoy's aren't supposed to fear anyone, right?
The girl closed the journal, put it neatly in the trunk, and stared at the window. She thought it odd for a girl her age should be worrying about things like that. As the light bounced off her things, she thought, 'This sure is going to be an interesting year.'
Sorry, I know, bit short isn't it? I'll try to make the next one longer.