Rogue Streak
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
She wandered through the aisle, peering in compartments, trying to find somewhere to sit. Though small, her deep brown eyes showed a sense of excitement, though at the moment masked by a painful loneliness. She reached the last compartment on the train. Desperately, she looked in. Two boys, one with shocking red hair-Weasley, no doubt-and the other a drab brown that stuck up in the back. Nervously, she knocked on the compartment door. "Umm...do you mind me sitting in here? It's full everywhere else," she said quickly.
"Sure," said the brown-haired boy. "There's plenty of room."
"Thanks," she replied gratefully. "I've been wandering the hallway since the train left King's Cross Station. By the way, I'm Rogue Bennett." She added this last part in a rush.
"Rogue?" said the red-headed boy. "Not to be rude or anything, but I've never met anyone named Rogue."
"My real name's Jackie," Rogue explained, "but it's so plain and boring, don't you think? My friends started calling me Rogue after I ran outside in a blizzard wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts. I've always been...well, weird like that." She sounded proud of this fact, and it showed in her face.
They sat in silence for a moment. Then Rogue piped up again. "What are your names?"
"Well, I'm Ron Weasley," said the redhead. I knew it, thought Rogue.
"And I'm Harry Potter," added the brown-haired boy.
I should have known you were a Weasley," Rogue said to Ron. "I mean, no offense, but look at your hair!" She giggled. "Actually," she continued, "I'm related to you. My dad is a...," She faded off.
"What?" asked Harry?
"Well," said Rogue uncomfortably, "he's a...well, he's a-look, the food trolley!"
Harry leapt up, but Ron muttered, "I've got sandwiches." His ears went pink.
While Harry was paying, Rogue stated matter-of-factly, "I'm poor, too."
This cheered up Ron quite a bit, and he, Harry, and Rogue chatted happily for the rest of the train ride.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue stood in line, playing with a bit of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. She didn't have long to wait. Professor McGonagall called out, "Bennett, Jacqueline!"
Oh, no! Rogue thought, and hurried to the stool which held the Sorting Hat. She said quietly, "Professor?"
McGonagall bent down, and Rogue muttered something in her ear. Small talk erupted in the Hall. No first year had interrupted the Sorting before. After a time, the professor straightened and said loudly, "Excuse me, but there has been a mistake. This young lady's name is Rogue Bennett."
There was a small amount of laughter as this pixie of a girl took her place on the stool, which Professor McGonagall silenced with a stern glare. After a bit, the hat yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" There was applause and laughter as Rogue took her seat at the Gryffindor table, smiling brightly.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue ran into King's Cross. It was 10 till 11, and she was about to miss the train. She ran through the barrier, and saw the Hogwarts Express waiting in front of her. She grinned broadly and clambered aboard. She heard a yell, and turned.
"Rogue!" Harry waved at her. Wow, he thought, she looks great! Though still short, at 17 Rogue had filled out nicely. Her jeans showed her toned legs, and a rugby tee accentuated her flat stomach and petite chest-not so small as to be underdeveloped, but just big enough to be irresistible. Her hair was in a ponytail as always, but a few strands had fallen out, framing her face.
"Harry!" Rogue made her way towards him, grin apparent on her face. "Hi Harry! How have you been?"
"Pretty good," he replied. "Hey, did you hear? Hermione made Head Girl!"
"I knew she could do it!" Rogue pumped her fist in the air. "She's so smart," she added a tad bit enviously.
"This is gonna be a great year, Rogue," said Harry happily.
"Yeah," agreed Rogue. "The best for last, right?" she asked.
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to http://hometown.aol.com/crazydreampixie/page10.html
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
She wandered through the aisle, peering in compartments, trying to find somewhere to sit. Though small, her deep brown eyes showed a sense of excitement, though at the moment masked by a painful loneliness. She reached the last compartment on the train. Desperately, she looked in. Two boys, one with shocking red hair-Weasley, no doubt-and the other a drab brown that stuck up in the back. Nervously, she knocked on the compartment door. "Umm...do you mind me sitting in here? It's full everywhere else," she said quickly.
"Sure," said the brown-haired boy. "There's plenty of room."
"Thanks," she replied gratefully. "I've been wandering the hallway since the train left King's Cross Station. By the way, I'm Rogue Bennett." She added this last part in a rush.
"Rogue?" said the red-headed boy. "Not to be rude or anything, but I've never met anyone named Rogue."
"My real name's Jackie," Rogue explained, "but it's so plain and boring, don't you think? My friends started calling me Rogue after I ran outside in a blizzard wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts. I've always been...well, weird like that." She sounded proud of this fact, and it showed in her face.
They sat in silence for a moment. Then Rogue piped up again. "What are your names?"
"Well, I'm Ron Weasley," said the redhead. I knew it, thought Rogue.
"And I'm Harry Potter," added the brown-haired boy.
I should have known you were a Weasley," Rogue said to Ron. "I mean, no offense, but look at your hair!" She giggled. "Actually," she continued, "I'm related to you. My dad is a...," She faded off.
"What?" asked Harry?
"Well," said Rogue uncomfortably, "he's a...well, he's a-look, the food trolley!"
Harry leapt up, but Ron muttered, "I've got sandwiches." His ears went pink.
While Harry was paying, Rogue stated matter-of-factly, "I'm poor, too."
This cheered up Ron quite a bit, and he, Harry, and Rogue chatted happily for the rest of the train ride.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue stood in line, playing with a bit of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. She didn't have long to wait. Professor McGonagall called out, "Bennett, Jacqueline!"
Oh, no! Rogue thought, and hurried to the stool which held the Sorting Hat. She said quietly, "Professor?"
McGonagall bent down, and Rogue muttered something in her ear. Small talk erupted in the Hall. No first year had interrupted the Sorting before. After a time, the professor straightened and said loudly, "Excuse me, but there has been a mistake. This young lady's name is Rogue Bennett."
There was a small amount of laughter as this pixie of a girl took her place on the stool, which Professor McGonagall silenced with a stern glare. After a bit, the hat yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" There was applause and laughter as Rogue took her seat at the Gryffindor table, smiling brightly.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue ran into King's Cross. It was 10 till 11, and she was about to miss the train. She ran through the barrier, and saw the Hogwarts Express waiting in front of her. She grinned broadly and clambered aboard. She heard a yell, and turned.
"Rogue!" Harry waved at her. Wow, he thought, she looks great! Though still short, at 17 Rogue had filled out nicely. Her jeans showed her toned legs, and a rugby tee accentuated her flat stomach and petite chest-not so small as to be underdeveloped, but just big enough to be irresistible. Her hair was in a ponytail as always, but a few strands had fallen out, framing her face.
"Harry!" Rogue made her way towards him, grin apparent on her face. "Hi Harry! How have you been?"
"Pretty good," he replied. "Hey, did you hear? Hermione made Head Girl!"
"I knew she could do it!" Rogue pumped her fist in the air. "She's so smart," she added a tad bit enviously.
"This is gonna be a great year, Rogue," said Harry happily.
"Yeah," agreed Rogue. "The best for last, right?" she asked.
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to http://hometown.aol.com/crazydreampixie/page10.html