I own nothing!... Well just Alexandra.
Ginny sat in an empty compartment, ready to face her sixth year at Hogwarts. Over the summer, she had become, sort of, disgusted by the Golden Trio and their never ending hero stories. Before, she might have wanted to fit in with them, but then realized that it had been a stupid desire; through out the years they had become too full of themselves and their abilities, though most of the time what they managed was shier luck, and they knew it, but would never acknowledge it.
That summer, Harry and Hermione had invaded the Borrow. Ok, so they had spent some time during the holidays at their place, but never the WHOLE summer, and that had gotten one her nerves. Even worst, know-it-all Granger, had taken over the twins room while she had been out practicing Quidditch. It only took her six seconds to kick the introuder out. Molly knew very well that she would be moving to that room, Fred and George had made it very clear, but she still insisted on putting that bitch there. But the young Weasley won the battle, and was confident that she could win the war.
Potter, on the other hand, had been a royal pain in the ass. He had spent nearly three weeks trying to talk to her, so they could figure things out, not that she wanted to. Ginny had been over him since the start of her fifth year, not that he had noticed, but that night after the Quidditch game had been a "slip up". The thing is that she had heared Parvati talking to her twin, saying that Harry would never give Ginny the time of day, so she decided to prove them wrong. And, surprise (!), she did. But it backed fired; she had to stand him for a few weeks. But relief came with the break-up, though she acted hurt, she was, in fact, extremely happy.
Now a new year began, and she hoped the Golden Three would stay as far away as possible. The red head wanted a change of crowd, and a radical one at that. Over the years she had became tired of the red and gold "courageous" lions of Gryffindor. Lucky for her, she was going to get her wish, and much more. She didn't know, but her life would change for ever during the next few months. Hers and two other students destinies had been sealed long ago, and they were about to find out.
In the last compartment there was a girl sleeping. She was alone, except for her belongings: a trunk, a broom, and two cages; one holding a bat and the other a black owl. Even though the school she had the Hogwarts School robes on, she had never been seen on its hall's during the past seven teen years. Or so thought the few people that saw her.
The great hall was packed, and the sorting was just beginning, when people started noticing that something was quite odd. A tall, straight black-haired girl was standing among the first years. She had the hood of the robe pulled up, and was looking at the floor, so no one could really see her face. Was she an 11 year old half giant, like Hagrid had been? It seemed kind of far fetched, since she was not taller than 1.70mts.
All doubts and curiosities were dimmed after Professor Mc Gonagall called her name. The hood came down; whispers and gasps filled the hall. It was the new teen Quidditch star, Alexandra Summers. She had recently entered the national team as the beater, and had proven herself worthy, after knocking off their broom seven opponents in three matches. And another eight during her games with the Kent Banshees. Five of them had been against the Chuddley Cannons.
Alex didn't seem to pay attention to what was going on around her. She just walked towards the stool and was about to put the sorting hat on her head, when it shouted … -SLYTHERIN! Said house roared with excitement. She put her right hand on the back of her neck, and walked towards the table. On her way she glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw a lonely red head sitting at the end of it. She smiled to herself and thought: "This is going to be quite and interesting year",