Kalli Wilshire walked into King's Cross and ran at the wall, not really knowing what she was doing. She saw the others doing it, and assumed it wouldn't hurt to see where the obvious portal went.

Kalli had always had a bad sense of judgement. She also was completely independent. She thought she didn't need anyone's help or guidance. That came naturally from being raised on her own; practically raising herself, in fact. Her parents had been killed by the dark lord when she was three. Almost everyone in the country thought she was dead too. She had four best friends who lived on her street. Laura, Brittany, and Blaise, her first crush ever, had all gone to Hogwarts since their first year though, and Henry moved away; so she hadn't seen them as much lately. So of course she was surprised when she recieved a letter that said she would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Not only that, but since the general public assumed she was dead, she had no trace. She already knew most basic and intermidiate spells, and some advanced ones. Her brother was an auror and, though he was rarely home nowadays, he had taught her well.

She was mesmerised by the train, and all the students. It felt much warmer than the deserted house, and the people looked even more wonderful than Dora, her house elf and only companion.

She went aboard and sat in an empty compartment. Soon, a boy with white blonde hair came in, along with two overweight bodyguard human looking things, and a posse of girls. Well, two. "hello," kalli said.

DRACOPOV

"havent seen you around here before. The first years sit further down." i said,"or if youre looking for potter, he usually doesn't sit around here." i took another look at her and she clearly wasn't a first year. And she also grimaced when I mentioned potthead. That's new.

"for your information, i am starting here for my third year and i am supposed to be a year ahead but i started school late. So if you and your goons would like to leave now, that would be good. Or i can break your nose. take your pick." she stood her ground. I knew she wasn't a 1st year. They're usually smarter than that. in a way, i hoped she wouldn't be in slytherin. in a way, i wanted here there more than anything. What is wrong with me today?

KALLIPOV

I wanted to leave, i really did. But that would seem weak. And I'm not going to seem that way. So I sat there and basically just listened, as the blondie, draco malfoy, inched closer to me. That is, until the subject of Harry Potter came up. Everyone here seemed to agree that he really wasn't so great.

I pointed out that, even if he was the boy who lived, he still was raised by muggles, and he did have family alive, yet he complains about his childhood like he's a hero.

That was one of the studidest things I've ever done.

"Well, having living family is, like, normal, right?"pansy parkinson said, "Who doesn't have living family?"

Normally, I would have just sat there, but she went on.

"Would any of you want to be only related to stupid dead guys? Come on! That's a totally stupid thing to say!"

So I said, "What if I don't have any living people to take care of me? What would you think? What if they were murdered? And what if my stupid brother wasn't around? What if I had to raise myself? What if I can already use magic, and even if i couldn't, What if i could just as easily break your nose in less than a second? What if everything i'm saying is true? What if I'm not afraid to do it..."

I got ready to punch her to break her nose and possibly knock her out for at least an hour but someone had already restrained me. Normally, i would have made a scene, kicking and screaming, but right then breathing felt the best. And looking at Parkinson. Her pug-like face had turned wide eyed, and her expression spelled out FEAR. I turned to see who had me. It was none other than Draco Malfoy.

Normally I would have hexed him, or at least force him to let go, But I noticed something.

His grey blue eyes looked at me warmly, but with such confusion. Not at me, though. It was something else.

And also, because he was holding me really close, and i could feel his muscles through his shirt. And that made me feel sort of paralyzed. All too soon, he realized what he was doing and let go. I sat down and he sat next to me. Soon enough, conversation started up again, though i didnt talk. I couldn't wait to get to school.