Chapter 1

He stretched out his arm, his wand aimed at the center of James's forehead. James screamed to Lily to run, run and protect their baby, he needed her. At that moment just as Lily ran out the door and into the hall she heard a mans raspy voice shout "avadra kadavra!", there was a bright flash of green light and tears fell down Lilies face. Bree shot up in bed, her eyes open before she even came to full conciousness. It was that dream, she had been having it every night for years, no matter what she did it was always the last thing she saw before she opened her eyes again in the morning. She could hardly stand it. It was then that she took to one of her nervous habits, tracing her Hungarian Horntail tattoo up her spine. Though she couldn't see it she knew every turn and detail, that was etched into the skin on her back.

The room rattled and there was a loud racket as the seven o'clock train left the station. She yawned widely and climbed out of the bed, knocking the gray blue blankets onto the floor. She ignored them going to work in putting all of her things together. All of her clothes back into the suitcase, her owl into his cage, and her small black cat into his carrier, that had his name engraved in silver on the side, it read Sirius. True it was the name of the "dog star" but it seemed appropriate as it was as she had found out, the man who had saved her brothers life, as well as her fathers. Though he may have only saved her fathers life in an attempt to get him to fall in love with him, poor Sirius, he longed for James even though he couldn't have him.

Back to business, she had so much to do in so little time. She had to get all of her things packed and to the train station, to platform nine and three quarters. She was to board the train for Hogwarts School Of Witch Craft And Wizardry today. Nobody there would know her she would be new, it all seemed so out of place. She desperately wanted to go back to her hope in America, in New York. She missed her friends, her school, her parents. She was sick of England, and all of the fog. Sure the accents were awesome, but you get sick them after a while. But she had no choice. She had to go to Hogwarts. She had to go find Harry Potter. It was as some might call it her destiny but she preferred her duty. Besides she had some very valuable information, and as it is known to all in the wizarding world, Harry Potter is the boy who lived and he is the one who must lead to the dark lord Voldemort's downfall. She could help in the situation he was guaranteed to be in later this year, she could help save the world, and she had to do all that she could to help the Boy Who Lived.

It took her all summer to get the Ministry Of Magic to allow her to go to Hogwarts, for in the wizarding world it is the school who chooses the student, not the student who chooses the school, but with much help from the great Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall it was finally arranged. She had spent her entire summer bargaining and traveling to the ministry and to various officials offices, but she did not mind, it was necessary, but now she had to prepare for her new school.

About an hour later she was standing alone on the platform waiting for the Hogwarts express. She was the first one there, but that was okay, because today she couldn't afford to be late, she would never get an opportunity like this one again. She just stood on the platform thinking for another hour and a half before the train pulled into the station, or more like appeared in the station. The conductor, an elderly wizard, was surprised to see anyone at the station this early, this is why he walked over to her and said "hello there, what brings you to platform nine and three quarters so early, the train doesn't leave for Hogwarts for over an hour". Bree however neglected to respond, for she was too deep in thought. The man tapped her on the shoulder, she shook her head and turned to him with a confused look on her face. The man laughed "it isn't usual you see a young one thinking so hard that she's oblivious to the world around her."

"Oh, that, I was just thinking about my first day at the castle."

"First day, but you don't look like you could be any younger than a sixth or seventh year"

"I'm a seventh year, but, I'm a wizarding experiment, of a sort." This comment confused the man immensely. "I'm an exchange student from America."

"I see, well good luck, I've got to go get something to eat and some coffee, goodbye"

"Bye"

It was another half hour before nybody else arrived at the platform, and all of those people were first years, students related to first years, and other family of first years. Thay all stood on the platform talking and smiling, some mothers crying, those who were crying now were going to cry for the next hour and a half, and then the next ten months that their kids were at school, Bree thought to herself.

Bree, heard laughter, loud and annoying laughter. It was the kind of laughter always used to portray the villains in movies. She turned to see a blond boy standing in a reasonably empty area on the platform. He looked to be about her age. He noticed that she was staring at him, and straightened up to glare, and then he smirked, unable to hold his composure, and began to laugh again. Bree walked over to the boy and said somewhat slyly "What's so funny?"

The boy choked back his laughter and sneered in a deep English accent "Your appearance"

Bree cocked one eyebrow to reply in her most Americanized voice "What about my appearance?" When she didn't receive an immediate response she became a bit angry and said rudely "Answer me!"

The boy was surprised, no one ever spoke to a Malfoy that way. He Didn't care who she was, she had no write. He became angry just as quickly as she had, he hissed "How dare you speak to me like that, do you have a bloody clue who I am?"

Now it was her turn to laugh, "No, I don't have any fucking clue who you are, and I see absolutely no reason to give a damn either."

This was frustrating, he thought, he didn't know how to deal with people like this, he usually had his lackeys beat them to a bloody pulp or charmed them, or did something violent to them, but today he could do absolutely nothing, there were to many more experienced witches and wizards around, as well as several ministry wizards, and none of his fellow Slytherins. Besides, this girl looked rather menacing without a wand.

"You do realize that you haven't answered my question don't you? I still want an answer, why were you laughing at me?" Bree demanded.

"I was laughing at you because you look like that wretched half blood, Potter."

"Well now I know who you are. Though I still don't give a Fuck, you're a Malfoy aren't you, a bitch, a fucking wretched bitch."

"How can you speak to me in that manner. I've done nothing to you, and your insults are bizarre, 'fucking wretched bitch'?"

"Damn British, I'm so damn sick of this country. If you would like I could consider apologizing, doubt I will, but I could consider it."

"I don't care for any apologies, but I am taking a liking to your vulgar American ways. I've never seen you here before, why are you going to Hogwarts? You don't belong there"

"And I don't give a Fuck what you think. Why should it matter? It is absolutely none of your business. Besides its not like you care about anyone but yourself. You're a Malfoy, that makes you a useless little bitch, one of Voldemorts little toys, and a Slytherin sex lord. I don't give a fuck!" She turned to leave, she should never have bothered to ask why he was laughing, it didn't matter, if she heard anything she didn't want to she got like this. Everything had to be her way. She began to walk when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she spun her head to see a thin pale hand with a single silver and green band on its middle finger, resting on the black sweater that she wore. She rolled her eyes and turned back to face the body that the hand was attached to.

"I'm" he started, "I'm, I'm, sorry" he said in a barely audible whisper, and then his head fell, he seemed so ashamed.

"I guess, I should be to, I was rather cruel to you, I'm an American, I lived in New York City, I just get like that sometimes, sorry" she replied a little embarrassed, she had just harassed a guy that she didn't even know. She was wrong to, even if the rumors were true, she had no right to talk to people like that.

"Your right you know, I am a Malfoy, and that does imply all that you think it does. I guess all of the girls at your school are just as good with rumors as the ones at mine. But I'm not like that okay, I just have to uphold an image. And I'm not the Slytherin sex lord, or god, or king or anything, alright, I'm not a 'how do American's put it' pimp or whore or something."

"Why are you telling me all this, it's not like I…"

"Care?"

"No, I mean you do realize that I could use this all against you or do something irrational, or something like that."

"It doesn't matter, I'm tired of being seen as a Malfoy, and not as a regular guy. Besides it wont matter as long as your not a Potter, because that would be, horrible."

She sighed and turned away so that he wouldn't see that every minute she was lying to him, she didn't want him to see the pain that was emanating through her emerald green eyes, the pain of lying. But he couldn't know, if he did, who knows what he would do to her. "I've gotta go, see ya." She walked away. That conversation, though consisting of few words, had taken thirty minutes out of her wait time. Only a little time left until the train departs she thought, time to board and sit in an empty car near the back of course, and chances are she would be alone, but what did it matter, she had no choice, she would have to make new friends, but for now she would just keep to herself.

Bree boarded the train and went to the last car, it was empty, as were all of the other cars. She pulled the door open and went in, dragging her luggage in with her. She put her trunk and owl cage on the shelf, and her cat carrier on the floor under the bench. She took her uniform out of her backpack, and put it on. Now she had nothing to do for the entire ride to Hogwarts, the entire long ride. She took out her ipod, (she was a New Yorker, over half of the population of New York had an ipod, and the other half had some other mp3 player) turned it on and sat down on the bench, putting her ear buds in and blocking out all other noise.

A boy walked in to the last car of the Hogwarts express. However for the first time in his travels on this train he was alone. He walked in to the car, which by peering through the windows seemed to be empty. he didn't take one look at anything in the car but just sat down on one of the bench's and closed his eyes putting his elbow on his thigh and hand to his temple. He was sitting like this for at least fifteen minutes. Then he heard a low sigh and felt something warm against his side. He opened his eyes to see a black mass curled up on the bench next to him. "Excuse me" he said lightly shaking the mass. He heard a yawn and there was a shift and two emerald green eyes were staring into his gray ones. "I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone was here and I just came in and sat down." He said.

She giggled and smiled "It's okay, like I said before, I'm new, this is your car isn't it?"

"Well, yes but…" he said uncertainly

"Then I'll just go, I wouldn't want to impose."

"No" he replied quickly and firmly, this was something he was sure of, he didn't want her to leave

"But I'm imposing" she said slightly confused

"No your not, look around, I'm the only other one in here"

"But why, why aren't you with your friends?" she said questioningly

He sighed and said quietly "Because I have none, I'm a Malfoy, I only have lackeys, and they got expelled last year."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, it's not like it was my business." She said getting up

"Stop" he said quietly "please don't go, I realize this must seem really awkward, but please don't leave"

"I wont, besides I have no where else to go, and I can feel welcome here." She smiled he emerald orbs emanating light.

"Thank you" he said and there was a hint of a smile on his face. She turned off her ipod, put it in to her backpack, and sat back down next to him. "What's your name?" he asked turning to her.

"Bree, and yours?"

"Draco" he replied

"Cool, well, you're a seventh year right?"

"yeah, you?"

"Seventh, but Gryfindor, not Slytherin"

"That's surprising, considering your vocabulary."

Bree stuck out her tongue and laughed "sweet, real sweet, but you should also know that its due more to who I am by family, than who I am by personality. I have a mission that has to be completed, and I'm to old to be sorted, it only works when your eleven."

"Well then who are you? You know who I am but who are you, what's your last name?" She turned away, if she told him, he would hate her. She didn't want any enemies, especially not him. He was the only person that she knew right now. She didn't know the person she was going to find or any of his friends. She only knew Draco Malfoy, and sadly, she had taken a liking to him. Though it would soon end, when he found out who she was. "I'm sorry he said, I shouldn't have asked so suddenly, you would have told me if you wanted me to know" he said, again putting his hand on her shoulder. She turned to him and smiled sadly.

"It's not that I don't want you to know, it's just that I'm afraid to tell you. Besides, it wasn't until about a year ago that I found out who I was, who I really was. You'll find out in time, don't worry about it, but until then you'll just have to wait." He smiled, this girl was amazing. She was the one person who could actually treat him like a human being.

The two talked for awhile, laughing and smiling, they didn't even notice the snack trolley come by, and they barely realized that the train had stopped. When it had Draco helped Bree pull her trunk off of the shelf, and they both went up to the castle together, after everybody else, in their own carriage. They were together until they reached the castle doors, when they separated to go join their houses.

Bree sat through the entire sorting and feast absorbed in thought. She barely even touched her food. She wasn't hungry, she just stared at her hands, the entire time, and then with less than half an hour left to the festivities she left the great hall and sat on the main stair case. She felt like she didn't belong there, this wasn't her school, or her country for that matter, these people weren't her friends, or even her acquaintances, she didn't know any of them, she felt so alone. She heard an elderly mans voice, he sounded wise, and kind, but his voice seemed to demand respect, he said "Hello Ms.Potter, and welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"

She looked up "Oh, hello professor Dumbledore" she said tiredly.

"Why are you out her, and not in the great hall enjoying the festivities?" he asked her kindly.

"I feel out of place here, I've met only one person, and he's not in my house, and he's one of my families enemies."

"I'm going to assume you mean Mr.Malfoy, and there is no need to feel out of place. Anyway, it's best that you make friends here, and you will get you schedule tomorrow at lunch, classes start a week from tomorrow, as today is Sunday. I suggest that you go to your dormitory, you will find that you belongings are already there, get some rest." He began to walk away when he remembered on last thing "Oh, and go see Professor McGonagall tomorrow at three, good night Ms. Potter."

"Good night Professor." She replied quietly, getting to her feet and climbing the main stairs to the wing that she knew the Gryfindor common room was in. she walked slowly down that hallway until she spotted the portrait of the fat lady, she walked up to the portrait, who looked a bit confused "The first years aren't here yet, and you are no first year, nor are you a professor, nor are you any student I've seen before"

"I'm new, a seventh year, but new, the password is thestrle may I please enter the common room?"

"Yes, you may pass" the portrait replied, and she swung forward to permit Bree to enter.

Once inside Bree climbed to the top of the staircase that she knew led to the girls dormitories, she went into the last door on the right side, to find her trunk, owl, cat, and backpack sitting at the foot of one of the beds. She quietly entered the room and sat on the bed that had been chosen to be hers. There were several other beds in the room, all of which had luggage at the foot of them, she would obviously not be alone in the room.

"Who are you?" a girls voice demanded, Bree opened her eyes, she had fallen asleep on her bed and now the other girls who she was to share her room with had come up.

"My name is Bree, I'm a seventh year student from New York." Bree replied dryly, not in the mood to talk.

"Well, this is our dorm…" one girl began

"And now your just gonna have to learn to share wont you" Bree snapped.

"Please calm down it's just not everyday you see a girl that you don't know sitting in your dorm, we didn't even see you at the feast." A brunette girls with wavy hair said

"Well you obviously didn't look, I was there."

"Alright, you seem to be in a bad mood, we can talk in the morning." The same girl said "by the way, my names Hermione Granger" she said smiling

"I'm Ginny Wealey" a red headed girl said

The other two girls seemed to be uninterested in talking and just went to their beds to unpack. Hermione shrugged "Those two are Lavender and Parvati, they're alright, they just take some getting used to."

"Alright" Bree replied "I'm tired, and like you said, we can talk in the morning." At that Bree flipped over onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow and fell asleep.