A/N- I do not own Harry Potter! Enjoy:)
Prologue
Marie Tupenda is the kind of girl that no one wants to be around, but everyone is around her. She never settles for less. And if she must, well, lets just say she doesn't settle for less. She has short, brown hair, with light brown lined here and there. Its wavy and beautiful and seems to make her face innocent, except of course, when she talks. Her eyes have no particular color, besides the green and blue that shifts depending on her mood. She is in the 10th grade, at the age of 16, and is low on the smarts side of the grid, and high on the popular. You could say she is the stereotypical 'blonde'. Her many boyfriends can back me up when I say "She is most controlling." But her many boyfriends can also back me up when I say "She will learn her lesson."
A party of everyone in perticular sauntered down the street of Privet Dr. in the coolness of the night. All the homes sat neatly in their rows, the only thing sepretating them was the expanse of grass and driveway. Marie Tupenda and her possy lined the edge of the road, each of them drifting off behind her into the mist, quite literally, actually. One by one each one struggled off into the sky, something imaginary, but indeed was there, carried them. Marie was in the front of the line, smiling idioticly at the road infront of her -the poor girl had no idea what was happening, nor could she. From a home infront of her, she saw a troubled looking boy - a tall boy with large circular glasses. She smiled as she knew he was going to watch her walk by. But, indeed, this boy was not looking at her, but to the sky! She rolled her eyes as she walked by him and thought I guess you can't have everything. Her eyes flashed blue and she stopped in her tracks, quickly yelling "stop!" to her friends who were indeed not there. She swung her body around - no one was there. Her confused eyes tamed to green as she swung her head back and forth, desperately trying to find her friends. She remembered the boy that she turned to catch for her own...he was not there. Her green eyes mixed with her blue - a color they had never turned befored. She was deathly afraid. The darkness seemed to move...was it moving? It began to close infront of her - no way seemed out. She closed her eyes and felt bony, cold fingers clench around her arm...her eyes shot open. She opened her mouth to scream-
"Aa-" The cold fingers slapped across her mouth.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" The fingers, along with the darkness flew away with the blinding light. Marie flew back and landed with a thud on the ground.
"She's awful pretty, sin't she?" There was no answer. "HEY!" mmm, home. No, not home. Where am I? WHY CAN'T I OPEN MY EYES? HELP! Her cries got nowhere past her mind.
"Yes, Ron. But what are we to do with her?" Upon hearing HIS voice, Marie calmed down. He must be very good looking! AND strong.
"Well, I don't know. We can't tell anyone, you know."
"Ron is right." Oh great, a girl to ruin my plans. "This has never happened in Wizard History." WIZARD? Oh, wake up! Wake "UP!" Marie screamed at the top of her lungs - or should I say the bottom? All three of the voices jumped.
"What in the WORLD is happening!" Marie inspected her surroundings. She was on a table in a medium sized room. A fire burned to her right. A boy with orange hair sat there. To her left sat the boy with circular glasses, the one with the strong voice. But also to her left stood a pretty girl. The room was bright, and there seemed an air to it... a magical air. Shelves full of things lined the walls.
"Hello." Marie said, sitting up and swinging her legs on the good looking boys side.
Someone burst out from the door infront of her. Oh great, another girl. The one called "Ron" stood and cried
"Ginny! What are you doing here?
"What am I doing here? I should be asking the same question!" There was silence.
"Ginny," The girl said "This is...I'm not sure. She was attacked by Dementours." A chill sloshed through the room. A ghastly silence followed. Slowly everyones eyes found their way to Marie. Ginny took a cautious step forward.
"I've never seen you at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts?"
"She's a muggle, Ginny."
"No, she's not a muggle..." Ginny stared deep into Marie's green eyes. Marie broke the stare - looking anywhere but there. Ginny didn't break her gaze, however.
"Look, Missy, I don't know who you are, or what you want with me, but I'm leaving. Now." Marie jumped off the table and sauntered towards the door. The boy with the circular glasses stood and set his hand on her arm.
"My name is Hermione." Marie looked to her left to the girl – Hermione - who was pointing everyone out. She ponted to the boy with orange hair and brown eyes, who was standing behind the table.
"This is Ron. Ron Weasely. And this is his sister, Ginny Weasely." The girl also had orange hair and brwon eyes, they were very much alike. She nodded to Marie. "This is Harry Potter." Marie inspected 'Harry Potter'. She smiled up at him. He looked down on her and frowned at her odd behavior.
"MY name is Hermione." Marie jumped at her raised voice.
"Her...minny?"
"Hermione!" She rolled her eyes. The boy behind her spoke -sensing Hermione's annoyance.
"What was the last thing you remember?"
"Light...Magincificent, blinding light. And pressure."
"What did you...see?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"Forms. Dark forms. I could see the outlines...and some inside. They were like skeletons, yet...not...this will sound rediculous, but they weren't quite...human." Marie looked for a reaction. "The fingers were cold...they had cloaks, ragged, ripped cloaks. I couldn't help but stare into their dark hoods..." Marie stared in rememberence at the floor. The orange girl spoke.
"Harry, we have to talk. NOW." They stared a teachother for a moment, than
"Alright. You can stay here, ..." The boy with glasses looked to her. She took a step forward, pushing herself proudly out and said
"Marie. Marie Tupenda." The orange girl rolled her eyes and muttered "Pretty name for annoying girl."
"Alright, Marie. Please wait here." All four of them left the room and got to whispering.
"How in the WORLD did she see Denominators? She's a muggle!" Ron, She thought.
"She's no ordianary muggle." Ginny,
"They had darkness spells on them, but I used that spell you taught me so I could see them, Hermione." Harry! Marie wooed, "When they carried off her - " She couldn't hear anything except gasps and low whispers. After a few minutes there was a
"I'm sure Proffessor Dumbledore could help." From Ron.
"Yes, I'm sure he could to. But how do we get her to Hogwarts?" Hermione, ug.
"Ask him to come, of course!" Ron exclaimed.
"No, he is on a trip to...who knows where." There was silence after Harry's statement.
"I know." She heard Ginny say. There was low whispers...the door flew open. Harry stood in the doorway. Marie smiled inthe most wanting smile imaginable.
"Please lie down." She obeyed. "Now, your going to sleep for a while. Don't be afraid when you awaken." Harry took a stick from his pocket and muttered some words... a charm. She closed her eyes.
What am I doing in here? She was in the biggest room you've ever seen, but seemed muxh less so with all the shelvesof books. The ceiling went up in a dome – a skylight in the middle – and books lined the wall all the way up, making it millions of shades of brown, red, almost anything you can imagine. In the middle of the circular room light gracefully roamed, pronouncing something there in the middle. She started to maker her way – ground level and swinging – through the eisles. . . towards the light. No she wasn't,she wasn't in control . . .she was inside someone – or somethings – body. The body heard soemthing, and jolted its head towards the sound. Someone walked out of a door, and closed it. He had books and papers in his arms. The thing looked at the ... something in the middle, than back to the person. She hid behand a bookshelf. The man walked down an aisle towards the light. Marie watched him though the bookshelves. As if mezmorized, he sat his books and papers on the ground. He stepped up the two steps to the object...suddenly the form rushed to the person, and a terrible hissing sound arose. The man yanked his head to her – STRIKE – the thing hit his head and it was instantly bloody. He fell to the floor and looked up with terrified eyes at ther – her form – and let out a poercing cry. His last. STRIKE!
Marie sat up and gasped. She looke around the room as sweat dripped off of her nose – where was she? - oh yes, now she remembered trying to calm her nerves, she lay back down, staring at the ceiling. What just happened?
She heard whispers. . .
"Let the poor girl sleep. She's been though enough." It was Hermione.
"But her muggle mind doesn't know that!" The orange boy.
"Yes, but her wizard soul does. Besides, if its possible for a muggle to see denominators, it would be terrified! She needs to rest.
"Yes, I agree with Hermione. C'mon Ron. Coming Hermione?" Shuffling of feet – door shutting, silence.
Marie sighed. A soft tear slid down her cheek. I just want to go home! Whatever is happening to me? The door creaked open. Marie wearily looked at the door. The orange girl poked her head in.
"May I come in?" Marie lay on her side and looke to the girl, she nodded. Ginny took a stool, and pulling it up to the bed asked softly
"Can't get any rest?" Marie shook her head. The dream must be normal for these. . .people.
"Well, we have a plan."
Marie pushed the loaded cart infront of her down Kings Cross train station. Her new friend squaked in its cage. Marie knelt by it, feeding a treat to its hungry beak. She whispered some assuring things and went on her way.
Harry led the way. Than Hermione, Ron, her, Ginny – each of them pushing carts of their own. She turned around and whispered to Ginny
"I've never had an pet owl before!" Ginny smiled reasuringly and nudged her on.
Soon they reached platform 9 . . .and 3 quarters? Marie turned to tell Ginny that her ticket was wrong when yelling arose.
"GO GO GO you filthy offspring! I will NOT have you round the house this year!"
Running and boys laugher(and the flaps of skirts)rushed to their party. Two tall, orange haired twin boys pushing carts of their own rushed up laughing. A red faced, red haired frizzled woman rushed behind.
"And to THINK I - " She saw Harry "Harry! Darling boy, how are you?"
"Very well, thank you Mrs. Weasley!" She turned around and confronted Ginny as all the boys giggled.
"And who is your friend, dear?"
"Marzie Tupenda. She will be with us this year." She looked at Marie "And for the forseen future." There was an odd silence Mrs. Weasley wasn't accustomed to, and for some reason didn't keep it that way.
"Well, as always, I'm glad Ginny can meet new friends BOYS!" She snapped "Get oughta here, you'll be late!" The boys nodded and luaghed. They alligned their carts with an arch, and prepared for a run.
"NO!" Marie cried, but Ginny slapped her hand over her mouth as a twin – George - ran to the arch . . . and disappeared
"I've leaned against that arch many times!" Marie breathed.
"First time on the Hogwart's express, aye?"
"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you about this." By now both twins left.
"Harry, you go first, my boy! Show Marzie how its done!" Harry lined himself, along with his cart, with the arch. After a worried glance at Marie, he simply ran through! And honestly disppeared!
A/N- PLEASE review! Be nice, this is my first(obviously:P) if you like my writing, or you don't, check out Katalina Weasley's stories!