CHAPTER ONE: it always finds you

"Why are you sending me to this bloody school?" Satine snapped as she walked towards the train station.

"Because it might just be good for you to meet some other people your age, now get inside its pouring outside!"

Satine rolled her eyes and took down her umbrella that she had sprouted from the tip of her wand. She stepped inside the building as she did so, and was so horrified to be in the same room as hundreds of Muggles. Their main concerns were if their hair was wet. Not much better than the Mudblood that walked behind her at that moment.

"Oh my hair is soaked!"

She rolled her eyes. The Mudblood was Susan, the orphanage administrator. She was pudgy, with stringy red hair down to her back and she was as useless as a joke wand. Satine looked at her watch, she still had twenty minutes to get to the stupid train. This was nothing she was looking forward too. But she might meet some useful people; at least, she hoped she would. Getting in true contact with Voldemort after he had been resurrected was harder than it seemed.

Satine turned around to see at least five pre-teens following behind Susan. She hadn't really kept track of ages or names, mostly because she really didn't give a damn. They were all squeaky and small, which irritated her. And as soon as she looked at them, they all shut up.

"Satine look forward and watch where you're going!" Susan shouted at her as Satine almost walked into someone else's cart.

Satine glared at her.

When they reached the platform between nine and ten, she saw many random children look both ways, and running through. Without even checking that no one was looking at her, she walked through the wall and into another train station. Unimpressed she walked towards the train.

"Satine wait!"

She turned around to see Susan running towards her with a suitcase in one hand and a cage in the other.

"Try and behave wont you?" she asked.

"Nope." Satine said. "I wont go looking for trouble, but if it finds me than that's your loss."

"It always finds you," Susan muttered under her breath as she turned towards the other students.

Satine glared at her as she walked away and headed towards the train doors, dreading it so much. There were people everywhere, and it just continued to get worse as she entered the train's corridors. People everywhere she looked, pre-teens to normal teens. It was suffocating, and terrifying. She needed to get out.

"Get out of my way!" she said snapping her wand and separating the crowd of students. They all stayed against the wall as she passed through, grabbing the first compartment that was completely empty.

She closed the door quickly. It was small, but nothing she wasn't used to. She put her suitcase in the compartment above her head, and then opened the cage to let her sleek black cat out onto the seat.

Satine finally got to sit down, put her feet up, and just think to herself. Of course her cat was curled on her lap and vibrating with each "purr" it let out, but that was the most silence she had in a long time. She knew that if she wanted to get anything out of this school, it would be getting closer to the Dark Lord. She would either need to make friends with the right people, or ignore everyone and work with herself.

"Do you mind?"

Satine opened her eyes. She found the right people.

An infamous group of people stood in the doorway. She put her feet down, and let them in. It was perfect, especially with the Dark Lords number one right at her grasp. The apparently wonderful Harry Potter, who was most definitely not as attractive in person. But she smiled sweetly and shook his hand.

"Satine Rouge," she said politely, mentally stabbing him. "You are?"

"Harry Potter," he told her. "This is Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger,"

"Oh yes," she noted. "Read about you lot in the Daily Prophet."

It was a lie; she had never picked one up in her life. But she had them rubbed in her face, and heard everyone discuss it the entire summer. Something about the Dark Lord getting away again.

"Wait, Rouge?" said the one called Granger.

God her hair was poofy.

"Yes my parents were Death Eaters," she said, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her cat behind its ears. "Who are now dead, because of the Order."

"You know about the Order?" Ron asked, staring at Satine.

"Oh come on it's not that secret," she said. "Its as secret as the Death Eaters!"

They all glanced at each other, and shrugged. Of course, Ron let his eyes linger towards Satine's red satin corset. Hermione noticed, and kicked him from across the compartment.

Satine was already bored, but she knew if she had to get to her wants, it wasn't going to be easy. For the next twenty minutes she got to sit and listen to Granger and Weasley bicker with each other over stupid things. After the first argument, she didn't even pay attention. She wanted so badly to just shout out "Will you just go out already?" but before she could, someone burst into the scene.

Her eyes went directly to the blonde boy standing in the doorway, with many people standing behind him. Two tall pudgy boys, and a rather pug faced girl that had her arm around his.

"What are you doing in my compartment?" he snapped at them.

"Don't see your name on it Malfoy so bugger off," Hermione snapped back.

"Shut up Mudblood did I ask you to talk?"

And as soon as he said those words, Satine was instantly in love with the boy standing in front of her.

"Who're you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, staring at Satine.

"Satine Rouge." She said simply. "I believe our parents were friends,"

"Ah yes, I've heard of you. Your quite the lit –"

"Can I talk to you outside?" she asked quickly before he said anything bad about her. She nodded at the other three before shutting the door and waving a hearing bubble around them.

"Your not going to mention anything like that in front of them, you hear me?" she asked, pointing her wand at him.

"Calm down missy," he said calmly. "What got your wand in a knot?"

"I've got to make friends with him," she said, nodding her head towards her compartment.

"Your pulling the 'sweet and innocent'?" he asked. "I like it. But you know, he's not your only source to getting to the Dark Lord. Just remember that."

He looked her up and down, holding back his sneers as he and his followers wandered down the hall, kicking a group of first years out of their compartments. She'd never met someone so appealing.