Chapter One

A/N: Haiiii peoples. New story with loads of Harry Potter OC's. This is kind of a birthday-present for the person that originally made up Rayven (And yes, she was mentioned in my other fic in the HP fandom. She's gotten better.), but it's also done because I had the HUGE urge to write a scene that involved killing off a certain character of mine. This story has three main OC's, and the ones that don't belong to me I'm taking creative license on and second guessing their reactions/altering them a bit to get rid of some nasty Mary Sue/Gary Stu symptoms.

Ray(ven) Greyback: Used with permission from one of my friends. The daughter of Finrir Greyback.

Sean Sacrat: Used with permission. Comes from an OC family of death-eaters/general evil people.

Cody Hamren: My own, so I don't really need permission. Though his dad is played by someone else so I may ask them if it's OK to mention the dad. He's the son of the head of Hufflepuff (Poor badgers. Nobody ever wants to be in Hufflepuff… No one but Cody.)

Basically what will happen is that I'll write a chapter devoted to a single character or event involving the characters. Like for the sorting I'm going to post three separate chapters, one for Ray, one for Sean, and one for Cody.

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"OK… Compose yourself. Nothing too bad could go wrong, not worse then you're used to Ray. You are not allowed to be nervous."

Not many people would have ever guessed she existed. Finrir Greyback was dead in all of their opinions, and he thought he would be. He had run off and raped the first girl he saw, and then came back for his child a few months late. Said child was then raised in secret, though considering Finrir thought he could die any day it didn't matter to him. He just needed someone to inherit his legacy, and someone usually came in the form of a blood relative; blood being the word with the most emphasis.

Finrir was NOT a good father. It's a miracle the girl survived, and most people had no idea how she did. The daughter was part monster, part child, and part insane. Out of the few people that knew she existed, even few people had any idea why she was allowed in Hogwarts. Just because you are born in England does not mean you get an automatic invitation. Still though, when in the dead of the night she received a letter telling her she was invited to Hogwarts she took the chance and ran as far away as fast as she could.

She had no money, she had very little knowledge about anything, she barely even had very much clothing (Just the shirt on her back and pants, both old and either too small or too big.), yet she still through another miracle managed to get to London. For the main part she stole money from unsuspecting muggles, but when she got to London she realized a large problem. She had no idea what to do from there.

To make a long story short, she pretended to be a homeless child (Not that huge of a lie really) and convinced some wizarding family to help her get to Diagon Alley. From there on out she found it much harder to steal from witches and wizards then from muggles, so she had to eventually get on the Hogwarts Express without any luggage. It was now her turn for her name to be called for everyone to hear it.

Though the Great Hall was filled with talkative people, it seemed most of them became silent when the name 'Greyback' was called. A few people were murmuring though, and Ray didn't even need to guess what they were saying. 'A GreybackIn Hogwarts?!?'Or something to that effect. Her head was notably pointed down, and a wolf's tail hung between her legs. Quite literally too, she had always been told that when she was a very young child her father cursed her with a wolf's tail and ears so that people would know she was an outsider. She had grown to not mind them however, she felt them fitting for someone like her.

As she approached the stool she slowly raised her head. Her sharp face was now looking straight forward, and it seemed to have an expression of determination. She needed to keep reminding herself that no matter how many people talked about her, that no matter how many threats she got, that no matter how many teachers and students took a prejudice against her, that it would still be a thousand times better then living with Finrir.

She took a final shaky breath, betraying that she was actually a bit nervous. She cursed at herself in her head. That was a sign of weakness. She then sat rigidly on the stool. One of the lessons that she had learned in life was to never be at rest, always be ready to run or fight depending on the situation. After a few more seconds of the shocked silence a hat fell over her head, leaving her in the darkness of her mind.

She couldn't help but jump a little when the hat started talking to her. She wasn't exactly expecting that. A minute or so passed, and the hat was still on her head, trying to decide something. Occasionally it would open its mouth and start to shout out a name only to close it again. After three minutes the hat finally announced a name. Most people couldn't have guessed in a million years which house it was.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted, there was no applause, just the same shocked silence. The dark haired girl slowly rose from the stool and started walking toward the red and gold clad table like a pallbearer might walk at a funeral. Her head was down, as were her ears. She finally took a place in the far corner of the Gryffindor table, and put her head on the table while breathing heavily and repeating lessons of her life to herself, which for some reason calmed her slightly.

"I am weak

I am not the leader

I am disposable

No one cares about me

I am useless."

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A/N number two: Blergh. Me no likey how it turned out. Oh well. Happy early/late B-Day Sam.