Things never to be told.

Author's notes:

This is my first FF for Harry Potter. Judge as you will. I'm going through the various events, but some one's been watching him, and their name isn't Albus Dumbledore…

It was the first year of school for Shadow. Ever. She had been home schooled by an elderly lady who was assigned to look after her. This was because her magic was different from all others. She didn't need a wand or hundreds of different magic words. Just her mind and the same three words. Galentri Amensa Inatry. Most people would have liked that, not more learning complicated spells, but it came with a price. A price that she had known for years, and yet she still struggle with. Unfortunately, there's nothing anyone can do. She trudges on through life as she can, the hood on her cloak up do that no one can see her face.

Elna is sending me to school. Brilliant. She said that I needed to have some social interaction with children my own age instead of meditating in my room all the time. As if anyone would want to come near a girl with purple/white hair and purple eyes, and who could kill you without meaning to in two seconds flat? She read a part of my essay about a girl who was abused by her father, and said that I described the part about her having no friends too well. That swung the argument. She applied to this 'Hogwarts', read the acceptation letter, bought all the supplies and brought me here. Platform 9 ¾. I'm standing next to a huge red steamer and half listening to Elna going through the long list of Things To Remember. I pulled my cloak around me, realising that my usual outfit of a black leotard and cloak wasn't very acceptable here. I was getting a lot of stares from curious people.

"… Remember to meditate often, but don't let it get in the way of any friends, keep away from things that are emotional, and don't forget to write and tell me everything. I want to know every little detail about your new life. This is a chance for you to forget who you are, your past, and just be some one else."

"Elna, I'll be fine! Anyway, it's quarter to and I want to get a compartment to myself so that I can get used to this new world."

"Of course Shadow, have fun!"

"Yeah right." I muttered under my breath. I pulled the hood on my cloak further over my face and headed for the back of the train.

There was one compartment left right at the back. I sat down by the window and took off the back pack I had with me. My trunk was in the luggage compartment and I only had a few books, a uniform and my wand with me. Elna had it made so that I could channel my magic through this wand and make it look like all the others. I sighed and pay my forehead against the cool glass, feeling the gem between my eyebrows clink against the glass. Another mystery. I was born with that same jet black gem embedded in my forehead. I hoped no one would pass comment on it. I didn't need that to come anywhere near me!

I was jolted from my thought by the door opening again and a boy walking in, with messy black hair and green eyes. He had glasses perched on his nose, and I noticed that they had been snapped in the middle. He sat opposite me. I took no notice.

"Hello." He said. I didn't reply. "What's your name?" Still no reply. "Are you mute?"

"No."

"Then why won't you answer me?"

"Because, if you knew who I really was, you wouldn't want to know me."

"That doesn't make any difference if you tell me your name."

"Shadow." I was determined not to spark a lively conversation. That would be bad. I tried to sound as monotonous as I could.

"Shadow? How did you get that name?"

"You don't want to know."

"Why not?"

"You don't, now drop it." He did, thank goodness.

"I'm Harry, by the way." No answer. The door opened again. I turned to look, so much for a journey of peace and quiet! This time, the visitor was a lanky, red headed boy, with a lot of freckles. I rolled my eyes and turned to look out the window again.

"Do you mind?" Asked the red-haired boy, "Everywhere else is full."

"No," Replied Harry. He looked at me, but I ignored it.

"What ever." The new boy sat down next to Harry.

"I'm Ron, Ron Weasly."

"Harry, Harry Potter." Ron gasped.

"Have you got the… scar?"

"Well, yeah." Harry pushed up his long fringe and revealed a lightning shaped scar. I rolled my eyes yet again. I had scars, but they didn't show.

"Wicked! And what about you Blackie?" He nudged me with his foot.

"Don't touch me." I growled without even turning my head. I bit back a threat. I didn't really want to send a complete stranger to another dimension.

"Sorry, what's your name?"

"Shadow."

"Shadow what?"

"Roth, Shadow Roth."

"Cool, are you gonna show us what you look like?"

"No."

"Go on Shadow, how bad can it be?" Harry just had to join in.

"Ok, just don't laugh." I swallowed, and chanted my mantra inside my head to sooth the rising emotions. I lowered my hood. The boys stared at me. I felt like a freak in a sideshow. I sighed, yes, I had purple/white hair, purple eyes and my skin was grey, but that doesn't mean that I'm different. Much.

The rest of the journey passed quite uneventfully, thank god. The only disturbance was a food trolley (For some reason, Harry bought the lot and the pair of them ate nearly everything. I declined when they offered me anything.) and a girl, another first year, came and asked if we had seen a toad, and then fixed Harry's glasses. She stared at me a bit, but then left. Her name was Hermione Granger.

We were greeted at the station by a very tall man, apparently called Hagrid. He took us to a small fleet of boats, told us to climb in and then they set off. We rounded a bend in the river and set eyes on the school. In the gloom, we could only see the silhouette of the great castle against the night sky. I looked away to deter any emotion.

We arrived inside the school to be greeted by a teacher called Professor Mcgonnagle, who explained about the houses what we were to be sorted into and also how we would be sorted. With that, we were lead into the Great Hall to find out which house we would be in for the rest of you lives at Hogwarts.

They had good reason to call this room the 'Great' Hall. It was enormous! Not to mention that the ceiling was an exact portrait of the sky outside, it looked like there was no roof at all. We lined up in front of the staff table and a stool upon which sat a very old, torn looking, tattered hat.

"When I call your names, you will come, I will place the sorting hat upon your head, and you will be sorted into your houses…" Mcgonnagle read out a whole list of names until… "Harry Potter?"

"Gryffindor!" Shouted the hat after a few minutes.

"Ronald Weasly?"

"Gryffindor!"

"Hannah Abott?"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Marcus Belby?"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Hermione Granger?"

"Gryffindor!"

"Susan Bones?"

"Huffelpuff!"

"Drace Malfoy?"

"Slytherin!"

"Shadow Roth?" I breathed deeply before walking up to the hat. The Professor put it on my head and it proceeded to sort me. I could hear it thinking.

"Hum, you have secrets young one, and dark ones at that. Hiding your parentage are we? Tut tut. I would put you in Slytherin, but your mind screams no to that. I would say Ravenclaw for your knowledge, but no, I think I shall put you in… Gryffindor!" I breathed out, and went to sit at the assigned table. Unfortunately, Harry and Ron were there. Crud. I was in for a hard year.