Chapter 1

I sat in the train compartment, the seat sinking slightly under my weight. I sat next to the window, the glass sliding door about two seats to my left. Bag compartments were nailed to the wall above my head, empty seeing as I only had one trunk which was in the luggage compartment. I had originally worried about the ancient book nested between shirts, sweaters, robes and jeans, but I soon figured everything was magically protected. No one was going to be snooping through my bags anytime soon. I just hoped that wizard magic was enough to protect what lay inside.

There was a tap on the glass door and it was slowly pulled open. A teenage boy about my age poked his head inside, "Do you mind?" he asked, "All the others are full."

I smiled and nodded towards the seats, a strand of my waist length, dark brown waves fell into my face. I brushed it behind my ear as I told them to come in. A bushy brown haired girl walked in behind the boy followed by another girl. Her fiery red hair and orange freckles matched the boys, and I could easily see these two were related. Another boy came in behind her, he had jet black hair covering his pale forehead. I smiled at them as the dark haired boy sat behind me, followed by the bushy haired girl. The two siblings sat across us. "What's your name?" asked the red haired boy.

"Prin." I replied.

The boy smiled, "I'm Ron Weasley, and this is my sister Ginny."

"My names Hermione Granger." said the brunette.

"Harry Potter." said the dark haired boy, he seemed to shrink back slightly as he said so.

"What's the matter? Think I'd see your name as funny or something?" I asked with a bit of a laugh.

The four looked at me curiously, "You don't know who he is?" they asked, shocked.

I shook my head, "Sorry, should I?" I asked.

Ron looked at me, "Well yes! Didn't anyone ever tell you about The Boy Who Lived?"

I chuckled, "The Boy Who Lived?" I asked, and Ron nodded vigorously.

Harry glared at Ron, "Ron, cut it out." Ron only shrugged innocently in return.

"You must be new." said Hermione, changing the subject and earning a grateful look from Harry.

I nodded, "Yes, this is my first year attending wizardry school."

"You'll love Hogwarts." Ginny smiled, "I remember my first year, although, I was a lot younger!"

I smiled, already knowing I'd be alright after all.

The school was basically a castle, resting on top of a hill over looking the grounds as well as the lake. I was taken aside by Professor McGonagall to be sorting after all of the first years. "I will call each of you up by name. You will sit on the stool where I will place the sorting hat on your head to be sorted." she explained.

One by one the first years were called up, most going to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, although, some were also sorted into Gryffindor and Slytherin. I spotted the four students I had met on the train sitting at the Gryffindor table, Ginny noticed me a smiled before turning back to the sorting. Finally all of the first years had been called, and it was my turn.

"Principium Filia Warrenam." called professor McGonagall.

I felt every eye on me as I made my way to the stool, sat down, and waited as the professor slowly lowered it to my head. The moment it touched the first hair on my head and sprung to life. "Well, well, well, how interesting..." he thought out loud, "A curious past you've had, I see...but where to put you? I can see great power not only in your future, but inside of you now...such great power...I think Slytherin is the rightful house for you..." he pondered. "I can see you are cunning, intelligent, brave...the traits of a pure Slytherin..." my eyes were shut tight in nerves, praying to be sorted where I'd best fit. "Better be...GRYFFINDOR!" the hat bellowed, much to my surprise. Professor McGonagall smiled and handed me a gold and red tie, which I fastened to my neck as I sat down next to Ginny and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

The headmaster, Dumbledore, made his speech explaining expectations, house points, and the rules. When it was finished he held his hands outstretched towards the tables which then filled with overflowing trays of food. I loaded mine with meat, grains, and vegetables and began eating. It tasted a lot better than the food I was used to. Ron sat in front of me, his plate slowly filling with buffalo wing remains. Harry looked to me and said, "I thought for sure the hat would sort you into Slytherin." the other three nodded.

I nodded my head as well, "So did I." I said, "But I'm glad I'm with you guys."

When the meal was over we headed to the Gryffindor common room. Harry led the way there, stopping at an enchanted portrait of a fat lady in a toga-like dress to give the password. "Aperta Sesamae." Harry said, and the portrait creaked open.

The common room was a cozy room filled with red couches and chairs, a fire burned in the fireplace. A staircase rested at the far end of the room, leading up to the boys and girls dorms.

"This place," I paused to throw myself down on one of the couches by the fire, "is amazing!"

Ginny curled up in a loveseat next to the couch, Ron sitting on the arm. Hermione took the remaining space next to me, and Harry sat on the corner of the coffee table in front of the couch.

"I told you, you'd like it here." Ginny said, I nodded.

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Harry and Ron were at Quiddich practice, so that left me, Hermione and Ginny alone. We sat on a bench watching the other students around us, namely the other sixth years. And when I say the "other sixth years," what I really mean is the cute boys.

"Jefferson Rhiley, don't you have in your potions class?" Ginny asked, Hermione and I nodded while watching the dark haired, lean boy walk passed with his friends.

"Oh look!" Ginny exclaimed, "Elijah Draspo! He's cute." she said, nudging my side.

"And I think he likes you." Hermione said.

Just as she said so, the Hufflepuff noticed me and smiled. I nodded my head in return before turning away. Three figures made their way over to two Slytherin's by the names of Pansy and Blaize. Two of the boys were large, with nothing in muscle, both with shortly cut brown hair. The third was a tall boy with blonde hair combed neatly back, he was lean and muscular with hard features. "Who's he?" I asked nodding in his direction.

My friends followed my gaze before glancing back at me sternly. "Draco Malfoy."

Ginny pressed her lips in a straight line, "He's bad news Prin, you're much better off with Elijah."

I shook my head, "He looks familiar is all...you said his names Malfoy?" I asked, my friends nodded in return, "Sounds familiar too."

The shorter of the fat boys noticed us watching and said something to the group. Draco's head snapped up before we could look away. He got up from his seat in the group and made his way over to us. He stopped and looked down at me, his standing form towering above our sitting ones. "The names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." he said.

I nodded, "Prin."

"For a Gryffindor, the hat seemed to favor Slytherin for you. Why don't you come and sit with us, we can prevent you from choosing the...wrong sort." he said, eyeing Ginny and Hermione.

I glared, "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself." I said, looking him straight in the eye.

His grey eyes turned to a glare of their own, "Shame that you'll be wasted." he grunted.

"And what exactly is that suppose to mean?" I snapped.

He smirked, "Well the hat did say you had power, but you probably don't even know how to use a wand properly! No wonder you'd choose the Mud Blood, you're just as dumb as one!"

I glared, "Keep talking, Malfoy, you'll get yours."

Ginny snickered, Hermione tried to get me to walk away. "Is that a threat?" Draco laughed, "You're just about as threatening as a muggle, Warrenam."

The sky darkened and thunder boomed as storm clouds replaced the blue sky. "Where'd that come from?" one of Malfoy's goons yelled over the now raging wind.

It blew my hair behind my shoulders as I looked, slightly horrified at the sky. Taking a few slow steps backwards I turned and ran from the scene and back towards the common room, Ginny and Hermione running behind me.

Yooooooo! Hey! First of all, I'm sorry this is so short! My average chapter is twice this long, so to make up for it I'll upload another along with this one. BUTTTTTTTT, once the story starts picking up I'll have to beat myself with a cube steak in order to stop!

So now for another thing, I'm sorry to all of my readers for starting this instead of updating Return to Your Roots, but this story just called to me! (besides, I'm a little stuck on that one)

So if any of you (read: now, all of you) are like "What the FRIGG kind of name is Principium Filia Warrenam! And shouldn't it be Warren?" Well, dear grasshopper, I did this on purpose. Anyone have any guesses? Anyone? I'll give you a hint: It's Latin...

I just thought I'd let you know that my obese cat has been lying on my toe for an hour and I have officially lost all feeling in it. Just thought I'd share that...

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