Chapter 1

Ellie stood on Platform 9 ¾ for the sixth time in her life. Kids of all ages brushed by her without even glancing, ignoring her existence. She didn't mind, she hadn't cared in years.

"Harry, come on!" A bushy haired girl waved from the other end of the platform and A pair of twins walked by very interested in something cupped in the hand of their friend.

"Look, there's Ophelia." One of the twins whispered.

"Ophelia, over here!" The other one shouted and there friend turned around and ran toward them.

Cats meowed, owls hooted in their cage, and kids called to one another and conversed over their summer vacation.

"We won an awesome vacation to..."

"...my birthday..."

"There was this girl who..."

"...my parents sent me to..."
Ellie sighed and picked up her bags, hoping to find a compartment all to herself. She found an empty compartment in the last cart where she settled herself into the seat and buried her pointed nose into a particularly large book. The train gave a whistle; there was a hissing of the pistons and Ellie could hear the mothers shouting to there children.

"You better get good marks this year!"

"Make sure to owl me every day!"

"Be safe!"

The lone girl stayed curled up in a ball, reading, for about an hour, absentmindedly playing with the long black braid that reached the middle of her back.

"Would you want something off of the trolley today, Dearie?" Ellie jumped at the sound of the woman's voice.

"No, thank you."

"Okay, I'll be up in the first cart if you get hungry." Ellie relaxed once more when she heard the compartment door slam shut. The rest of her journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was uneventful. Ellie dozed off for a while, watching a small honey-bee try and take shelter in a crack in the corner of the outside window. The girl wondered, sleepily, why the bee did not choose to take flight.

When the train finally lurched to a halt, Ellie had already slipped into her robes and her stomach was growling angrily. She stepped off the train, the two small bags at her sides carrying all of her possessions.

"Firs' years, over here! Firs' years, this way!" A familiar voice rang out from the hustle of the crowd. Ellie chose an empty carriage, but she didn't stay alone for long, a few rambunctious third years piled their way in after. Uncomfortable around the presence of others, Ellie went rigid, her lips pursed, and her fists lay clenched on her lap.

She entered the Great Hall in the same manner and sat down at the very end of the Gryffindor table, eager for the sorting to be done.

The Sorting Hat sang a song like the girl had never heard before, and its foreboding ways awakened something in the pit of her stomach. Ellie watched the rest sorting without the slightest interest, not being able to concentrate with the feelings that had risen inside of her. She couldn't describe the feeling: Was it fear? No. Was it sadness? No, that wasn't it either.

Ellie forgot all about the mystery feeling, however, when the empty tables were covered in a large array of foods to please anyone's appetite. By the time dessert had appeared in front of them, Ellie was stuffed. For the rest of the meal she took to watching her peers' converse. In the back of her mind she wished that she could have someone to talk to and afterward she could have slapped herself for wanting such a thing.

You don't need them, she told herself, they'll only tie you down. Ellie liked her freedom, she liked the fact that she didn't have to please anyone else but herself, and she was determined to keep it that way. Once they were all dismissed from dinner to their dormitories, Ellie always waited for the crowd to clear out before she moved a muscle and while she waited she was distracted by something; a small bee had landed on her forearm. She looked at it curiously, wondering if it was the same bee that she had seen on the train, but she rejected that thought, immediately.

"Ellie, you may go to your common room now." Professor McGonagall's voice broke through her thoughts. It was the first time she realized that she was the only student left in the Great Hall.

Ellie simply nodded, snatched the bee into her hand, and left through the large doors. She walked quickly up the stairs and released the bee out of the first window she came to, afraid of its sting.
Surprisingly, the common room was empty when she got there. Had she really been sitting there, alone, all of that time?

Ellie opened and closed the dormitory door without making a sound; she had grown used to getting places without anyone noticing her. The three other girls that shared her room wouldn't have noticed, anyway. Shrieks of laughter filled Ellie's ears as soon as she entered the room, that's when she remembered why she hated Hogwarts. Another year with her giggling roommates made Ellie shudder.

All of the sudden, their laughter ceased and the quiet girl turned around to meet eyes with Maryssa. The giggling girls looked at Ellie like they'd never seen her before. Ellie ignored them and continued to change into her nightgown.

Try as she might, Ellie could not sleep, partly because of the whispers coming from the three other beds to the right of her and partly because she couldn't stop thinking about the Sorting Hat's song. Finally, she gave up and hastily left the room to take a shower. That is just what she needed, a hot shower.

She took a shower, and braided her hair once again, to keep the long strands from tangling.

When she got back into the room, she was thankful to find that the others had fallen asleep.
Ellie slept until early morning. She normally woke up before the rest of the school because she enjoyed the few hours of silence. After she got into her robes, she brushed her long hair and put it into a tight bun on the back of her head. That's when she noticed the redness on her arms. She looked down. The typical milky-white, sickly looking skin that covered her body was now a rosy color. The girl shrugged it off and continued to put her brush into her trunk.

The one thing that the girl didn't notice was the swarm of bees gathering on her windowsill.
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